#* {Che'nya; AU}

[kiame-sama]

Che'nya and the Human's kittens.

All three are female and- as is normal for Bakeneko Kittens- their eyes will not open for a few weeks after they are born. Their ears are also closed internally like regular cat kittens and will also open up around a week and a half after birth.

As their father- Che'nya- is not a full Bakeneko, his Kitsune heritage shows through quite a bit with the kittens. It is normal for Bakeneko to only have one tail, but it is very common for Kitsune to have multiple tails. Due to Che'nya's half/half lineage, he has one tail that is forked at the end into two. Also due to this split lineage, Che'nya's girls have multiple tails and rather unique facial markings more common in Kitsune than Bakeneko.

The blue-purple gradient female has three tails. The red-orange gradient female has six tails. The yellow-green gradient female has nine tails.

Though the girls are young, they show an extreme similarity to their father's trickster personality and will likely be rather similar to their father in the sense that they will cause mayhem for amusement, as is rather normal for Bekeneko.

[deezee112]

Special ending : What if we survive?

Special ending 1

A/N : I decided to split it into two parts because Tumblr wouldn't let me exceed the word limit. So, I could only go up to Ignihyde. Plus, I couldn't add tags because my device froze due to the excessive word count. It's a bit disappointing.

Warning : You must read the entire ending of my story first. If you don't read it, you won’t understand.

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@iris-arcadia @yuu-twisted

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English is not my first language.

The world was dark.

It twisted, warped like something unfinished.

A dream? No.

Something worse.

Malleus stood before you, his expression unreadable.

" Where are we....? " Your voice came out shakier than you wanted.

His smile was slow, eerie in the shifting blackness. " We’re home. "

No.

This wasn’t home.

" Malleus, I—! "

" You promised. " His voice dropped to a whisper, almost tender.

Wind howled. The sky cracked like glass.

And then, you saw him.

Curled black horns. A flick of a dragon’s tail.

He wasn’t human.

Not anymore.

Maybe he never was.

Panic clawed at your chest. You tried to wake up. You screamed, clawing at your own skin, trying to pull yourself back to reality.

But Malleus caught you.

Held you close.

" You can’t leave. " His voice was so soft, so loving, yet it sent ice through your veins.

" Let me go… " Tears burned your eyes.

He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. " I knew you would try. "

Darkness swallowed you whole.

And then

You gasped, bolting upright.

Your body was drenched in sweat, chest heaving. Your bed. Your room. The real world.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning everything out except the sharp crash of breaking glass.

Your head whipped toward the sound.

The door.

And standing there

Malleus.

His emerald eyes were wide, pupils blown in shock. His hands trembled, fingers still outstretched as though reaching for you plates and cups shattered at his feet.

His lips parted. " Sister…? "

And then he ran to you.

The impact knocked the breath from your lungs as he clung to you, arms wrapped so tightly around your waist that it almost hurt. His body trembled violently, his breath coming in short gasps as though he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

" You’re awake… " His voice cracked, and you felt damp warmth soak into your shirt. " You’re really awake… "

Your fingers twitched hesitantly before settling against his back. You still felt disoriented, the remnants of that suffocating dream clinging to you.

But as you stared at the mess on the floor the shattered dishes, the scattered food it hit you.

The memories came back.

When you brought him home, he had been so small. A child who could barely walk, barely speak.

He had no one.

So you had taught him.

You taught him how to eat, how to smile, how to read.

You had been the one to care for him, to hold his hand when he was scared, to brush his hair when he was sleepy.

And now

" You were gone for so long... " he choked out. " I thought— I thought I lost you… "

His grip tightened. Desperate.

You swallowed thickly. " Malleus… "

" Please don’t leave me again.. " he whispered.

You exhaled slowly, fingers threading through his hair like you used to when he was younger.

" I’m here.. " you murmured. " I’m not going anywhere. "

A shuddering breath escaped him, and he clung to you like a lost child.

For now, you let him.

That night, you ran.

The door had been left unlocked careless. Unlike him.

You didn’t stop to question it. You bolted.

The wind bit into your skin, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Trees blurred past. The world outside felt strange, unfamiliar after so long.

Then, you heard it.

A soft chuckle.

" Running away from me? "

Your heart lurched.

You turned.

Lilia stood in the middle of the path, his long hair swaying in the wind. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His crimson eyes were eerily calm.

" You weren’t supposed to leave. " His voice was soft, almost disappointed.

Your body trembled. " Lilia, this isn’t— "

A flicker of silver.

The glint of a blade.

You barely had time to react instinct screamed louder than reason, and before you knew it, your hand had moved.

You struck his neck.

Lilia’s eyes widened. " Huh?! "

A sharp yelp left him before his legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

For a moment, silence.

Then

" Ow… "

You watched as he twitched slightly, shifting as if trying to sit up. But before he could

He stilled.

And then…

A soft, rhythmic snoring filled the air.

You blinked.

Lilia Vanrouge had actually fallen asleep.

" Are you kidding me..? " you muttered, nudging him with your foot.

No reaction.

You nudged him harder.

Still nothing.

You sighed. " Unbelievable. "

Now what? Leave him here? Drag him back home?

With a groan, you crouched down, slipping your arms under him. He was lighter than expected, which made carrying him slightly less frustrating.

Slightly...

" You’re lucky I don’t just leave you here.. " you grumbled.

The only response was another quiet snore.

The dreams worsened.

Silver began sleepwalking.

Some nights, you would wake to find him standing at the edge of your bed, his breathing heavy, his hands twitching as if reaching for something.

" Silver? " you whispered.

He never responded.

Then, one night, the inevitable happened.

You woke to a sharp pain in your ribs.

Gasping, you sat up only to see Silver kneeling beside you, his hands pressed against your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin.

His eyes were empty.

" Silver—! "

Then, he snapped awake.

His whole body jolted, his breath catching in his throat. His hands immediately recoiled, as if burned.

His expression twisted in horror.

" …Y/n? " he choked out.

You coughed, wincing. " You…hurt me… "

Silver’s eyes widened. He stumbled back, staring at his own trembling hands.

" No... " he whispered. " I didn’t— I wouldn’t—! "

You reached for him, but he flinched away.

His breaths came faster, more ragged. " No…no, no, no— "

Then, he bolted.

Out of your room.

Down the hall.

Disappearing into the darkness.

Your heart pounded. For a second, your body felt too heavy to move, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering pain in your ribs.

But you couldn’t let him leave like this.

You forced yourself up and ran after him.

The door was unlocked.

He was inside, hunched over, clutching his head. His whole body trembled.

" Silver. " you called softly.

He flinched. " Don’t. " His voice was hoarse. " Don’t come closer... "

You hesitated. " Silver, tell me what happened. "

He shook his head violently. " I— " His breath shuddered. " I don’t want to hurt you again. I— "

" You won’t. " You stepped forward despite his protests. " Please. Just tell me what you saw. "

Silver was silent.

Then

A whisper.

" The same dream.. "

Your chest tightened. " What dream, Silver? "

His fingers curled into fists. " Every night…I see you leaving. No matter what I do, you disappear. I reach out, and you slip through my fingers. I try to hold onto you, but you just…fade... "

His voice cracked.

" I can’t lose you, Y/n. I won’t. "

His hands clenched at his sides, as if trying to restrain himself.

You exhaled slowly, stepping closer until you were right in front of him. " Silver. "

He shivered but didn’t pull away this time.

" Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the doctor. "

He stiffened. " No— "

" Silver. " Your hands found his, steady despite his trembling. " We’ll figure this out. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. "

His lips parted, but no words came out.

You pulled him into a hug.

For a moment, he tensed then, his arms wrapped around you tightly, as if afraid you would vanish if he let go.

" Will you stay? " he whispered.

" I’m right here. "

He sighed, his body finally relaxing against yours.

For the first time in a long while, he slept.

The Next Day, silver sat stiffly in the doctor’s office, his fingers curled into his sleeves. You sat beside him, your hand resting reassuringly on his arm.

The doctor glanced over the notes, then adjusted his glasses.

" Sleep disorders can sometimes cause…unintended behaviors. " He folded his hands. " But additionally— "

He looked at Silver directly.

" Do you think it’s okay to hurt someone while you’re mentally unwell? "

Silver stiffened. " I— No. Never.... "

" Then let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again. " The doctor’s tone was calm, but firm. " Therapy will help. You can get better, Silver. "

You looked at him, waiting.

Silver hesitated then, finally, he nodded. " Alright… "

A small smile tugged at your lips. " See? You won’t have to go through this alone. "

Silver exhaled, reaching for your hand. His grip was warm. Grounding.

" As long as you stay with me. "

You squeezed his fingers gently. " Always. "

One night, you tried to run.

You waited until Sebek was asleep something nearly impossible, given his habits and slipped out of the house.

The cold air stung your skin, but you pushed forward, your heart pounding. Each step felt like freedom.

You didn’t make it far.

" YOU’RE LEAVING!? "

You skidded to a stop.

Sebek stood at the gate, panting. His hair was messier than usual, his expression wild with something you’d never seen before.

" SEBEK— "

" WHY!? " His voice wavered, his hands shaking. " WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME!? "

Your throat tightened. " Sebek, I— "

" YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T! " His breathing was ragged, his green eyes gleaming in the moonlight. " YOU SAID YOU’D STAY WITH ME! "

" Sebek— "

He stepped forward.

You stepped back.

A mistake.

The ground beneath your foot crumbled.

You didn’t even have time to scream.

For a moment, all you heard was wind rushing past your ears, your body weightless as you tumbled down the rocky slope.

Then

Pain.

Darkness.

A faint, distant voice calling your name.

When you opened your eyes, everything hurt.

A dull, throbbing ache in your ribs made it hard to breathe. Your limbs felt sluggish, your vision swimming.

Then, a voice

" YOU IDIOT! "

You flinched.

Sebek was kneeling beside you, his hands hovering over your body as if afraid to touch you. His eyes were red, frantic, his whole body shaking.

" Sebek…? " Your voice came out weak, barely a whisper.

" WHY DID YOU DO THAT!? IF YOU HAD JUST STAYED INSIDE, THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED! " His voice cracked mid-shout, raw with emotion.

Something inside you snapped.

" I DIDN’T WANT TO GET HURT EITHER! "

Sebek’s breath hitched.

" I’M BORED TOO! " you yelled, your voice rising with every word.

He stared.

" I’M BORED WITH YOU! I’M BORED WITH EVERYTHING! " Your chest heaved with each breath, the pain in your ribs sharpening, but you didn’t care. The words poured out, unfiltered, angry.

" I’M BORED WITH HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF YOU!!! "

Silence.

Sebek’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

You let out a shaky breath. Tears blurred your vision, slipping down your cheeks.

Sebek jolted as if struck. His own eyes widened.

Then

" D—Don’t cry. " His voice was suddenly small.

You hiccupped, wiping at your face.

Sebek’s hands twitched, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know how.

" STOP CRYING, OR— OR I’LL CRY TOO! "

" THEN CRY! " you shot back.

And he did.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, his whole body trembling.

He pressed his hands against his face, muffling a choked sob.

" I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE THAT! " His voice cracked. " I JUST— I DIDN’T WANT TO BE ALONE! "

You sniffled.

Sebek wiped at his tears aggressively, only for more to fall.

His shoulders shook.

For the first time, you saw him vulnerable.

He wasn’t shouting anymore.

He was just a boy scared, lost, desperate.

The sight made your chest ache.

Slowly, despite the pain, you reached out. Your fingers brushed against his, and he latched onto your hand instantly, gripping it tight.

" I hate seeing you like this... " you muttered.

Sebek let out a watery laugh, his grip tightening. " I hate it too. "

A faint wail of sirens filled the distance.

Sebek’s body tensed, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

" The ambulance…? " you murmured.

" They’re taking you to the hospital. " Sebek’s voice was hoarse from crying.

You exhaled slowly. " Good. I don’t want to die because of you. "

Sebek let out a strangled noise partway between a sob and a laugh. " I— I won’t let you die! "

The medics arrived, checking your injuries.

Sebek refused to move.

" Sir, we need space— "

" I’M GOING WITH THEM! " Sebek snapped, gripping your hand like a lifeline.

The nurse frowned. " You can see them once they’re settled— "

" NO! " Sebek’s voice cracked. " I’M NOT LEAVING THEM! "

It took three nurses to drag him out of the ambulance.

Even then, he shouted the whole way.

" Y/N! I’LL BE THERE SOON! DON’T YOU DARE DIE! DON’T YOU DARE—! "

The doors shut.

You sighed.

Your ribs ached. Your head throbbed.

But somehow…you felt lighter.

Sebek would come.

You already knew that.

He lost track of time.

How many days had passed? Two? Three? Five?

At some point, he stopped moving.

The couch became his home. He barely ate, barely slept. His tail curled around himself as if to fill the empty space you left behind. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps outside, but none ever stopped at the door.

He hated the silence.

It was suffocating.

His chest ached, his mind raced with possibilities. Were you mad? Did you leave because of him? Did you did you hate him now?

Would you come back?

Would you forgive him?

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t hear it.

The soft click of a key turning in the lock.

His ears perked up instantly.

His tail shot upright.

His body moved before his mind caught up, scrambling off the couch, his heart hammering in his chest.

The door creaked open.

And there you were.

Windblown, tired, but there.

For a split second, you just stood there, eyes locking with his.

Then

" CHE’NYA—! "

You barely had time to react before he crashed into you, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate, crushing hug. His tail curled around your waist, ears twitching wildly.

" YOU’RE BACK! " His voice cracked. " YOU— YOU’RE REALLY BACK—! "

" Of course I’m back! " you laughed, gripping his shoulders. " I was looking for you for five days, you idiot! "

His grip tightened. His face buried into your neck. His whole body trembled.

" I thought— " His voice wavered. " I thought I lost you. "

Your smile faded. Slowly, you ran a hand through his messy hair, scratching lightly behind his ears.

" I was so worried about you. " You sighed. " You just…disappeared. I didn’t know if you were okay. I kept searching, but you— "

Che’nya flinched.

His ears flattened.

His tail curled tighter.

" I’m sorry. " His voice was barely above a whisper. " I— I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have said those things. I just— "

You pulled back slightly.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide, his expression vulnerable in a way you had never seen before.

Tears clung to his lashes.

" I was scared. " he admitted. " Scared that—that you’d leave me. That you’d get tired of me. And then— then I came back, and you weren’t here, and I— " His voice cracked. " I thought I lost you. "

You softened.

" Che’nya… "

You wiped the tears from his face with your thumb.

" I could never leave you. "

A choked sob slipped past his lips.

He clung to you, his tail wrapping around your wrist. " Say it again. "

You smiled softly. " I could never leave you. "

His ears twitched. " One more time. "

" I’m not leaving you, Che’nya. "

He let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against yours.

" Promise? "

" Promise. "

His arms wrapped around you even tighter, as if afraid you’d disappear again.

The exhaustion finally hit you, your body sagging against him.

He noticed immediately.

" You’re tired. " He pulled back slightly, his expression shifting into something worried. " Did you eat? Sleep? Did you— "

" I should be asking you that. " You poked his forehead.

His tail flicked. " I…may have neglected those things. "

You sighed, grabbing his wrist. " Come on. Let’s eat something. "

He didn’t let go of your hand the entire time.

Even as you sat at the table, even as you forced him to drink some water, even as you both slowly regained some sense of normalcy his fingers never left yours.

The fear hadn’t faded.

But you were here now.

And he wasn’t letting you go.

That night, you went to Neige’s room, only to find it empty.

The window was open. The bed untouched.

Your heart dropped.

" Neige…? "

Panic surged through you. Your breath hitched as you rushed toward the window, looking out into the dark streets below. Nothing. The night air was sharp against your skin as you scrambled back into the hall.

He was gone.

You barely remembered throwing on your shoes before you bolted outside, the cold pavement biting at your bare feet. Your eyes darted wildly, searching, scanning where could he have gone?

And then

You saw him.

Neige stood on the other side of the road, his face illuminated by the dim glow of a streetlamp. He was looking back at your house, his brows furrowed in hesitation. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, as if torn between running away and coming back.

Relief flooded your chest. There he is.

But then

A truck.

It was coming too fast. The engine roared against the quiet night, its headlights slicing through the darkness like twin blades.

And Neige he wasn’t paying attention.

Your body moved before your mind caught up.

You ran.

You ran faster than you ever had before, the world blurring around you. Your heart pounded, breath burning in your lungs, legs aching with each desperate stride.

" Neige—! "

He turned. His eyes widened.

At the last second, you lunged

You crashed into him, sending both of you tumbling in opposite directions.

The truck’s horn blared. Tires screeched against asphalt.

The air cracked with the sharp whoosh of passing metal.

For a split second, the world was chaos.

Then silence.

Cold pavement pressed against your cheek. You blinked, disoriented, your pulse hammering in your ears. Your vision swam as you lifted your head slightly.

Neige was on the other side of the street, panting heavily, eyes blown wide in shock. His hands trembled as he pushed himself up, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

" y/n…? "

You opened your mouth to answer

but the moment you moved, pain shot through your skull.

Everything spun.

You barely registered the rush of footsteps, the murmurs of concerned strangers gathering around. A distant voice maybe the truck driver was calling for help. But none of it mattered.

Because Neige was suddenly there, dropping to his knees beside you.

" No, no, no— " His hands hovered over you, hesitant, unsure whether to touch you, whether he’d hurt you more if he did.

" y/n, please— " His voice cracked. " Talk to me— look at me— "

Your eyelids fluttered. The pain was dulling into a strange, numbing haze.

" I’m…okay. " you mumbled.

Neige let out a sound a breathless, choked mixture of relief and panic. His fingers tangled into your shirt, clutching tightly as he hovered over you.

" You idiot.. " he whispered, voice shaking. " Why—why did you do that? Why didn’t you just let me get hit instead? "

Your lips curled into a weak smile. " Because…I couldn’t let you get hurt. "

Tears welled up in his eyes. His hands trembled against your skin.

" You’re so stupid... " he muttered, sniffing. " So unbelievably stupid. "

Then he laughed. A weak, breathless, tear-filled laugh.

" You scared me so much. "

Your own laugh bubbled up light, exhausted, barely there. But it was enough.

And then your vision faded.

Your body slumped.

Neige’s entire world came crashing down.

His breath hitched. His hands tightened around you.

" No— " His voice turned desperate. " No, no, no— y/n! wake up—! "

His cries rang through the street. His fingers gripped you tighter, shaking you, willing you to open your eyes.

" Please please, don’t do this— " His voice cracked. " I—I was going to spend more time with you, I promise—I won’t run away again—I won’t ever leave— "

Tears streamed down his face, his sobs breaking into incoherent pleas. His whole body shook as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

" I love you. " he whispered, his voice trembling. " I love you, so please—please don’t leave me— "

A hand clapped onto his shoulder.

" Dude.. " a stranger muttered. " They’re not dead. "

Neige froze.

His breath hitched. He slowly lifted his head, blinking through his tears.

" …What? "

" They’re just unconscious, man. " The stranger gave him a light shove. " Calm down. "

A beat of silence.

Then

His face turned red.

Heat flooded his cheeks, embarrassment mixing with the remnants of his panic.

" O—Of course I knew that! " he stammered, his voice suddenly high-pitched. " I—I was just being dramatic—! "

The stranger raised an eyebrow. " Sure, buddy. "

Neige swallowed hard. He looked back at you, his ears burning.

Then, as if on cue

You groaned softly, your fingers twitching slightly.

Neige practically lunged forward. " y/n—! "

You blinked blearily, your gaze slowly focusing on him.

" …Why are you crying? " you mumbled groggily.

Neige let out a weak, watery laugh.

" Because you’re an idiot.. " he sniffled, wiping at his face with his sleeve. " A reckless, stupid idiot who almost died. "

You blinked at him, then

You giggled.

Neige’s eyes widened slightly.

Then he pouted.

" Don’t laugh! " he whined. " I was scared, you know! "

" I know, I know. " you chuckled, reaching up weakly to brush a hand against his cheek. " I’m sorry for scaring you. "

His lips trembled. His fingers clutched yours tightly.

" Just…stay with me, okay..? " he whispered. " Don’t do that again. Don’t make me think I lost you. "

You smiled. " I won’t. "

Neige let out a shaky breath.

Then, without warning, he buried his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around you in a desperate, trembling embrace.

" You’re mine.. " he mumbled. " I won’t let you go. Ever. "

His grip was almost suffocating. Almost.

But you didn’t mind.

Because despite everything the fear, the panic, the near-death experience

You were alive.

And Neige was holding you like he’d never let you go.

A strange, suffocating heat surrounded you.

Your body felt heavy, your limbs unresponsive. A fog pressed against your mind, thick and unyielding.

When you opened your eyes, you were somewhere unfamiliar somewhere dark.

The air was thick with something acrid, something wrong.

A slow, creeping panic coiled in your chest as you stirred, shifting against the cramped space around you. Your fingers pressed against metal cold, rigid yet the heat around you grew unbearable.

" Where am I…? "

Then

The heat intensified.

A flicker of orange bloomed in the darkness, casting jagged shadows against the metal walls.

Your breath caught.

Fire.

The realization slammed into you like a freight train.

A scream ripped from your throat as you scrambled against the confines of your prison, your nails scraping uselessly against the surface.

" HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP ME! "

The flames licked hungrily at the edges, smoke curling in thick, suffocating tendrils.

Each breath burned.

You coughed violently, your throat raw, your vision blurring. The air was running out.

You clawed at the door, at the walls, at anything

But it wouldn’t budge.

It was locked.

Terror surged through you, drowning out everything else. Your fists pounded against the metal as your screams turned hoarse.

" PLEASE! SOMEONE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! "

The fire roared, greedily consuming every inch of space. Your skin prickled, heat pressing down on you like a vice. Your lungs burned.

And outside

He stood there.

Watching.

His hands trembled at his sides. His breathing was uneven, ragged.

He had been the one who locked you inside.

At first, it had been…a test. A way to see if you truly needed him. If you would call for him. Beg for him.

And you did.

You screamed his name.

But now

Sweat dripped down his face. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs. His fingers clenched and unclenched as his mind spiraled.

He had planned to let you suffer just a little longer. Just until you were desperate enough to swear you’d never leave him.

But

You were coughing so much.

Your voice was growing weaker.

The flames were too close.

And then

Something inside him snapped.

" NO—! "

He lunged forward, hands fumbling against the latch. His fingers shook violently, slipping against the metal as he struggled to undo what he had done.

" No, no, no, NO—! "

The lock jammed. His breath hitched. His entire body screamed with panic.

" STAY WITH ME—! "

With a final, desperate shove, the door burst open.

A rush of thick, suffocating smoke billowed outward, forcing him to stumble back, coughing violently.

And then

You collapsed into his arms.

Your body was burning hot, your clothes singed, your skin streaked with soot. You gasped for air, your whole body trembling as you clung to him.

The moment he felt you alive, breathing something inside him shattered.

" Oh, god— " His arms wrapped around you with crushing desperation. His fingers dug into your back, pressing you impossibly close. " I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—I shouldn’t have— "

His voice broke.

He was shaking. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his heart hammering so violently it felt like it would burst.

" You scared me so much.. " he whispered, his voice hoarse and uneven. His grip tightened, his breaths ragged against your hair. " I thought—I thought I— "

You barely had the strength to respond. Your body felt like lead, exhaustion pressing down on you.

But you felt him.

The way he trembled. The way he clung to you like you would disappear if he let go.

And then

You laughed.

A weak, breathless chuckle.

His entire body froze.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide, disbelieving.

" Why are you laughing?! " he demanded, voice breaking between relief and hysteria. " You were almost—you almost—! "

Your lips curled into a weak smile. " Because…you look ridiculous. "

His mouth opened then closed.

A furious blush exploded across his face.

" H—Hey! " he sputtered. " I just saved your life, and you’re making fun of me?! "

" Mhm. " you hummed tiredly, your head lolling against his chest.

He let out a strangled noise somewhere between frustration, exasperation, and overwhelming relief.

" Unbelievable.. " he muttered. " You’re absolutely unbelievable. "

But his arms never loosened.

If anything, they tightened.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath still uneven.

" You’re mine.. " he whispered, voice trembling. " I won’t let you go. Ever. "

And this time

You didn’t resist.

The night was quiet. Too quiet.

An unsettling silence pressed down on you, making every footstep echo against the empty halls.

You had been looking for Ernesto for hours. Calling his name. Searching the twisting corridors that felt wrongly still, as if they were waiting watching.

Something was off.

And then

Music.

Faint. Haunting. A slow, eerie melody drifting through the dimly lit hallway.

Your heart pounded as you followed the sound, every step careful, deliberate. The music led you to a room at the very end of the corridor. The door was slightly ajar, an invitation wrapped in something sinister.

Your fingers hovered over the handle. A deep breath then you pushed it open.

The sight before you made your stomach twist.

A stage. A grand red curtain framing it like the mouth of a beast, poised to swallow its audience. A single spotlight shone in the center, illuminating a figure seated perfectly still.

A puppet.

But not just any puppet.

Its face

Your face.

Carved meticulously into wood. Your features, painted in delicate strokes, frozen in a hollow, empty stare.

A sharp, cold dread crept up your spine.

" Ernesto—? " Your voice barely rose above a whisper.

A familiar laugh echoed from the shadows.

" You’re late. " a voice purred.

Your breath hitched as he stepped into the light.

His orange eyes gleamed, unreadable. A slow, almost pleased smile curled his lips.

" Ernesto.. " you breathed, stepping back, " what is this…? "

He tilted his head, tail flicking lazily behind him.

" A performance, of course. "

He reached out, and with a single tug

The puppet twitched.

A sharp jolt of horror shot through you.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you shook your head. " This…this isn’t funny. "

Ernesto merely hummed, stepping closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

" But it’s not supposed to be funny.. " he murmured. " It’s supposed to be real. "

And then

Strings.

Thin, unseen, but felt. Wrapping around your wrists. Curling up your arms.

Tugging.

Your breath hitched. You jerked away, but the invisible force tightened, pulling you forward.

Ernesto’s eyes gleamed.

" Don’t be scared. "

You gasped, struggling against the unseen hold.

" Ernesto, let me go—! "

But he only smiled.

" You always said you understood me. "

The strings tightened. Your body lurched.

" Then you should understand this, too. "

And then

The final pull.

A sharp snap.

But the strings broke.

They weren’t strong enough.

Your balance wavered, but you barely had a second to process it before your hand shot forward.

And grabbed Ernesto by the collar.

His eyes widened, pupils shrinking.

The next thing he knew, his feet left the ground.

" W—Wait—! " He gasped, small hands clawing at yours as you lifted him effortlessly.

His tail puffed out in alarm.

" P—put me down! " he spluttered, twisting in your grip.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you narrowed your eyes. " What the hell was that? "

" It was—it was just a little experiment! " Ernesto yelped, his small body squirming in your grasp.

You raised a brow. " A little experiment? "

His ears flattened. " …A very important experiment? "

You placed him on your lap before pulling down his pants and preparing to spank him.

" W—wait, wait, WAIT—! "

SMACK.

The sound echoed through the living room as your hand met his small bottom, preparing to strike it again.

Ernesto froze.

A long, stunned silence stretched between you.

Then

" …Did you just spank me?! " he shrieked, voice betrayed.

You deadpanned. " Yes. "

His face burned bright red.

" THAT’S HUMILIATING! " Ernesto flailed, furious. " You—you—you can’t just—! "

SMACK.

" GHH—! " His whole body jerked.

His tail fluffed up even more.

You sighed, finally setting him down. He stumbled, rubbing his sore behind, glowering up at you.

" That was unnecessary! " he huffed, his voice trembling with indignation.

You crossed your arms. " And what you did wasn’t? "

He faltered. His tail lashed behind him in frustration, and he turned away, arms crossed over his chest.

" You don’t understand. " he grumbled.

You sighed. " Then explain it to me. "

Silence.

Ernesto’s ears twitched, but he didn’t turn around. His small shoulders tensed.

And then

You stepped closer.

Your arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into a soft embrace.

He stiffened.

" What are you—? "

" You’re pouting. " Your voice was amused.

" I am not—! "

But his tail was wagging.

Tiny, barely noticeable. But definitely wagging.

You smirked.

" Oh? " You gently stroked his ears, feeling the way he trembled. " Are you sure? "

His entire face burned.

" L—let go! " He tried to push you away but weakly.

He wouldn’t admit it.

But he wasn’t mad.

Not really.

And when your arms stayed wrapped around him, warm and steady

His tail wagged faster.

Halloween was always Skully’s favorite day.

The house was decorated with eerie lights and grinning pumpkins. Candy bowls were overflowing, waiting for eager little hands. Costumes were perfectly prepared.

And Skully?

He was practically vibrating with excitement.

From the moment the sun set, he refused to leave your side, dragging you through the streets as he admired all the decorations, costumes, and masks. His hollow eyes sparkled as he took in the spooky sights, his laughter echoing through the crisp autumn air.

It should have been perfect.

But something changed.

Somewhere between the candy and the laughter, something snapped.

You weren’t sure what started it.

A careless remark? A joke taken too far?

One moment, he was clinging to you, smiling, laughing

The next

His hands were around your throat.

At first, you thought he was just being playful.

But then

He squeezed.

And then

Punch.

The first blow landed on your cheek.

Your head snapped to the side. A sharp sting spread across your face.

Before you could react

Punch.

Again. And again.

Your skin split. Your breath hitched. Blood trickled down your chin, staining his small fists.

" S—Skully—! " You gasped, hands shooting up to push him away.

But his hollow gaze bore into yours. Unblinking. Unreadable.

Too strong.

He was too strong.

Your vision blurred. Your chest burned.

He wasn’t stopping.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard his breath hitch, like he had just realized what he was doing.

But you weren’t going to wait for him to snap out of it.

With a sharp inhale

You pushed him back with all your strength.

He stumbled, but before he could react, your fist collided with his face.

A dull thud.

His small frame hit the ground with a soft grunt.

But instead of crying out in pain

His head snapped up.

And his mouth latched onto your arm.

" ARGH—! " A sharp, burning pain shot through your skin as his teeth sank in.

Your instincts flared. Without thinking

You bit his leg.

Hard.

" AUGH—! "

Skully yanked away, his face twisted in shock.

Panting, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, glaring at him.

He clutched his leg, staring at you with wide, betrayed eyes.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Both of you were bleeding. Bruised. Bite-marked.

Then

" I give up... " he muttered.

You exhaled heavily, finally catching your breath. A slow grin crept onto your lips.

" I just defeated a nine-year-old!!! " you said smugly. " I should get a trophy! "

Skully scowled, rubbing his sore face. " Tch. You cheated. "

" Oh? " You raised a brow. " Because I fought back? "

He huffed, crossing his arms. " That’s not fair. You weren’t supposed to win. "

You snorted. " Yeah? Well, life isn’t fair, kid. "

He pouted.

For a second, you thought he might try to attack again.

But then

His small fingers curled around your sleeve.

" Let’s go trick or treating. " His voice was quiet.

You blinked. " …What? "

He tugged at your sleeve. " Come on. "

You glanced down at your torn costume. At his bloodied face. At the bruises forming on both of you.

We look like we just crawled out of a horror movie.

But

You sighed, shaking your head.

" Fine. "

Skully beamed, grabbing your hand.

The two of you walked down the street, battered and beaten, but side by side.

When you arrived at the next house, a woman at the door gasped.

" Oh my what amazing costumes! " she gushed. " They look so real! "

You forced a smile. " Uh…yeah. Very realistic. "

Skully smirked up at you.

The woman handed you candy, still marveling at the “ special effects. ”

As you walked away, you nudged Skully’s side.

" You got lucky. " you muttered.

He grinned. " You got lucky I didn’t bite your face instead. "

You rolled your eyes, popping a candy into your mouth.

Halloween was definitely Skully’s favorite day.

Wait.....what if it's the ending where they adopt all the kids?

Yes, let's do it that way.

You should have said no.

You should have run the other way when Crowley, with his usual infuriating grin, dumped twenty seven children on you and declared, “ You’ll take good care of them, won’t you? ” before disappearing into the night.

You didn’t even get a choice.

Now, here you were, standing in the middle of what used to be your peaceful home now an absolute war zone.

8:00 AM – The Morning Struggle

The kitchen was a disaster. There were children everywhere literally everywhere. Some sat at the table, others on the counters, a few on the floor. You spotted Che’nya hanging from the ceiling somehow, laughing as Rollo angrily threw a pillow at him.

“ Get down from there, you feline menace! ” Rollo snapped, his face red with frustration.

“ Make me, Little Bishop~ ” Che’nya grinned, swaying.

Before Rollo could respond, Ace and Deuce burst in, both fighting over a piece of toast.

“ I got it first, idiot! ” Ace shouted.

“ Liar! You stole it from my plate! ” Deuce growled, yanking the toast so hard that it flung across the room

And right into Vil’s face.

The entire kitchen froze.

Vil slowly peeled the buttered toast from his cheek, his gaze filled with utter disgust.

“ …Who ” he said in a dangerously calm voice, “ dared to throw this this monstrosity at me! ”

Deuce pointed at Ace. Ace pointed at Deuce.

Meanwhile, you had your own crisis to deal with. Ernesto was tugging at your sleeve, his orange eyes wide.

“ Big Sister. ” he said sweetly. “ Can we have a puppet show after breakfast? ”

Before you could answer, Skully ( who, for some reason, had two knives in his hands ) grinned up at you. “ Or maybe we can play ‘Who Survives the Haunted House’? ”

“ Where did you get those?! ” you yelped, grabbing the knives.

Skully pouted. “ Aww, but it’s Halloween every day in my heart. ”

It was too early for this....

And then

CRASH!

A loud bang echoed from the living room.

“ JAMIL, STOP CHASING KALIM AROUND WITH A BROOM! ”

“ I WOULDN’T HAVE TO IF HE DIDN’T TRY TO RIDE IT LIKE A MAGIC CARPET INDOORS! ”

Why was this your life now?

12:30 PM – The Outdoor Disaster

After managing to somewhat restore order in the house, you decided to take the kids outside to burn off their endless energy.

Big mistake.

The moment you stepped outside, everything fell apart.

“ Ruggie, stop stealing everyone’s snacks! ”

“ It’s not my fault they weren’t watching them closely, Shishishi~ ”

“ Leona, get off that tree and stop napping! ”

“ Hah? Not my problem. ”

“ Jade! Stop encouraging Floyd to throw people into the lake! ”

“ But it’s so fun, Shrimpy~! ” Floyd whined, lifting Ace over his shoulder.

“ PUT ME DOWN, YOU FREAKING EEL—!! ”

SPLASH!

Ace landed in the water, sputtering and cursing, while Deuce immediately dived in after him like a concerned parent.

Riddle, who had been trying to read in peace, slammed his book shut with a vein bulging on his forehead.

“ That’s it. I’m declaring a rule— ”

Before he could even finish, Floyd had already grabbed Cater next.

“ C’mon, Goldfishie, let’s go swimming~ ”

“ W—Wait, wait, let’s talk about this—!! ”

SPLASH!

1:30 PM – The Great Divide Eventually, the kids split into two groups :

The ‘Sports Team’ – Jack, Sebek, Silver, Jamil, and Epel were in this group, dragging you into an intense game of dodgeball.

The ‘Lazy Rebels’ – Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus, who flat-out refused to participate.

The Sports Team’s Side

Jack cracked his knuckles. “ I won’t hold back. ”

Jamil smirked. “ Good. I want a challenge. ”

Sebek, yelling at full volume : “ I SHALL PROTECT WAKA SAMA’S HONOR!! ”

You barely had time to react before a ball came flying straight at your face.

BAM!

…You saw stars.

Silver, who had thrown the ball, blinked. “ …I thought you’d dodge. ”

The Lazy Rebels’ Side

Leona yawned, resting under a tree. “ They’re idiots. ”

Azul, sipping tea, hummed. “ Indeed. ”

Idia, hiding under an umbrella, muttered, “ Why are we even outside? This is a nightmare! ”

Malleus, staring at you from across the field, sighed. “ Child of Man…do you require my assistance? ”

YES. PLEASE. SAVE ME

4:00 PM – ‘Cooking’ Time

After dragging everyone back inside, you foolishly thought making dinner together would be a good bonding activity.

It was not.

Trey tried his best to keep things under control, but

Jamil and Azul got into a power struggle over who should be head chef.

Kalim threw too much sugar into the pot because “ sweet things make everything better! ”

Floyd started flinging flour everywhere, cackling as Jade politely wiped his hands and said, “ This is why we don’t invite you into the kitchen, dear brother. ”

Epel and Rook had a knife duel over who could chop vegetables faster.

Vil was horrified at the “ barbaric ” cooking methods being used.

Somehow, after three hours of pure chaos, a meal was actually made.

7:00 PM – The Bathing Disaster

Getting twenty-seven kids clean was an impossible task.

“ I’M NOT GOING IN THE BATH, HUMAN! ” Sebek bellowed, clinging to the doorframe.

“ Sebek, get in the tub before I dunk you in myself. ”

Meanwhile, Floyd, Epel, and Ace were having a water fight, turning the entire bathroom into a flood zone.

vil, who had just finished drying his hair, turned and immediately had a full bucket of water dumped on him.

Ace, holding the bucket, froze.

“ …Oh fu— ”

vil exploded.

“ I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! ”

9:00 PM – Bedtime Battles

It took forever to get them all in bed.

Malleus, for some reason, wanted to sleep in a coffin.

Leona refused to get off the couch.

Ruggie tried stealing pillows from everyone.

Ortho tucked Idia in while whispering, “ Big Brother, don’t stay up gaming all night. ”

And thanks to Trey for helping you as well, successfully getting everyone to bed.

Finally, after an eternity, they were all asleep.

You collapsed onto your bed

You had survived another day.

But could you survive tomorrow?

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Che'nya's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Strigoi (took some liberties) Word Count: ~ 0.37K Relationships Mentioned: Riddle, Dr. Rosehearts (Read Riddle's here) TW: Dead animal/partially alive?, implied malnourishment on Riddle's part, neglectful "alcoholic" mother, and Che'nya is slowly killing her -------------------------------------------

"Hehehe, see I told nya I'd bring back some food." Che'nya butted his head affectionately against the tiny vampire, despite only having known him for less than an hour. He had climbed in through his window again, and made himself comfortable on Riddle's floor, plopping a still-squeaking mole on the floor. Riddle gasped and scrambled away from it as it struggled. Che'nya suppressed a giggle and moved to bump against the small boy gently again. "When nya get outta here, you're gonna have to learn to hunt. Don't worry. It can be scary the first few times, but I promise it's gonnya be ok. As soon as you bite it for blood, it won't feel a thing." He nudged Riddle towards the wounded mole gently, encouraging him to try it. Riddle glanced back at him reluctant, especially since hunger wasn't gnawing at him like it used to. He stared down at the mole before hesitantly starting to feast. Che'nya patted Riddle's head gently while he ate, before moving to his bedroom door. "'m gonna be right back, ok? Don't ya worry about me, I'll be back to clean you and your room up, mkay?" He gave Riddle a wide smile and wink. Despite Riddle being more than a little nervous, he found himself feeling rather "floaty" again as he indulged in the rodents blood.

Che'nya very quietly opened and shut Riddle's bedroom door, going invisible as he made his way through Dr. Rosehearts home. He made sure not to walk, instead floating over the ground to prevent her from hearing him in the event his little curse hadn't worked. It took him a minute to find her, passed out on the livingroom floor. He scoffed at the sight of her, moving to her stashed blood she used for herself and reinforcing the curse he had put on it weeks ago. Eventually, one of these days she would stop waking up after she drank while denying her son of his basic needs. For now though, the hours she spent asleep were more than enough for Che'nya to take care of Riddle without scaring him. Satisfied, he silently made his way back to his friend. He would never know the truth. -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

[viisiond]

it is his mission his GOAL to scare the shit out of the local creeps of Mondstadt ...Albert count your days. He's comin for you.

[pomefioredove]

Imagine the overbloat gang as fathers or like proud/panicking that their s/o is having a child and they don't know what to do

Imagine the gang trying to give their kids a goid life and getting baby fever like who wouldn't because the kid is literally a mixed of him and you and they gush about how much they love their s/o and children like ???????

Overbload gang as fathers and i will start violently sob

I do have a weakness for familial headcanons :) future au time??

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ as fathers

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral (no mentions of the child's origins), reader is not specified to be yuu, obviously takes place in the future

I think Riddle is one of the most reluctant to have children

for years he was strictly against them. his excuses were always that children are messy, unruly, his career, his relationship with you... but he was mostly just afraid of turning into his mother

as he gets older and forms his own identity, though, he realizes that it takes a lot of intentional effort to fuck up a child like his mom did, and he changes his mind

I can see him with... maybe two kids

he would never want an only child. after all, the bonds he made with his peers are what kept him going

he is a pretty good parent overall. maybe a little to focused on bedtimes and table manners, but the kids don't seem to mind

Trey and Che'nya babysit often (and it's always disastrous)

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talking Leona into the idea of fatherhood is like diffusing a bomb with a blindfold on. the guy won't even JOKE about it

if you do end up with a kid, it's unplanned, whether that be pregnancy or baby left on the doorstep

but he makes a surprisingly(?) good father. defo a girl dad, he would spoil a daughter rotten. lets her beat the daylights out of Neji because that's his little princess :)

parenting is really not as scary as he thought it was going to be

he has "I'm just resting my eyes" *falls asleep for 8 hours on the reclining chair in the living room* dad energy

the hardest part?

pretending to like vegetables in front of the kid to set a good example

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Azul would actually be an awesome dad idc. IDC!

he has a good relationship with his mom and stepdad (who definitely babysit all the time; they insist on it), so he has good role models

he's not even worried about how it'll affect his career! Azul has a "do it all" personality: businessman, entrepreneur, father, aspiring millionaire...

and he is so overprotective

he'd cover that kid in bubble wrap if you'd let him

but he's really more concerned about their feelings. sending them to school is much harder than closing a business deal

he's a little sensitive, but he knows he'll have to trust them eventually

P.S. the tweels are NOT allowed to babysit. bad influences

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Jamil. ohhh Jamil :(

kids were never on the table for him, even after he met you and fell in love, he just... couldn't imagine it

regardless of whether or not he and his family are in a better place. (for the sake of this story, let's pretend they are. I want him to be happy) he just has so much generational trauma that he knows the child will end up with some, anyway

when, if, he's ready, it will still be a tough process. but worth it

he's such a supportive dad. bragging about his child at any chance, definitely the kind of dad to show everyone the baby pictures without being asked

it gets embarrassing for them as they grow, but he doesn't care

he thinks they're the greatest thing ever, and people should know that!

he is so proud

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Vil had always wanted to play a father on screen, but once he hits that age, he starts thinking about real life, too

he's gotten where he wants to be, after all: he's still young, he's in love, and his career, as successful as it is, is starting to wind down. so, why not?

he is the most supportive partner you could ask for. despite his schedule, he's involved in everything (yes, even the messy stuff)

he's got a customized baby bjorn and everything

I can see him with... one. just one is enough for him. he also has girl dad energy. he's already looking forward to playing princesses and letting her do his makeup (terribly, of course)

he knows his child will grow to have their own wants and thoughts and personality, and he's supportive. besides, if he has another Epel on his hands, he'll know how to handle them

just... gentler, this time

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for you, anon, I will enterain the idea that Idia may someday reproduce. but there's still a 50% chance that kid is a robot

joking (kind of)

I don't think he'd even really want kids. considering his own unhappy childhood and the whole curse of his bloodline thing. but, like the others, he can be convinced!

I think he'd make a pretty good father, tbh. neurotic, sure, but he's not too clingy, nor too distant

whatever kids he has will be smart, and he trusts them. he likes teaching them nerdy stuff, too (finally, someone he can infodump to!!!)

he probably ends up with more than he'd think. 2 or 3

as long as you never bring up how cringe he was in college, he's rather mature and prepared for anything

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out of the whole lineup, Malleus is the the only one to have thought your future children while at NRC. daydreamed, really

I know, not surprising. look at the guy. he's practically kicking his legs back and forth while coming up with baby names in game

it was just a fantasy at first, then you became closer, graduated, got older, and...

Lilia began teasing him about getting grandkids, and Malleus took him quite seriously

he knows he's still young (though, at his age, Lilia was already general), but he doesn't want to wait forever. you both have many long talks on the matter

and end up with... as many children as you can handle, basically

Malleus is somewhat of an awkward father (having been raised by Lilia will do that to you)

but he cares. and he tries! very hard. plus, there's always Lilia, Silver, and Sebek around to lend a hand

[egophiliac]

Thinking about the Pokemon AU for a bit... It's a shame that it's technically a porcupine, and that it would have had evolved by now, but I can't get the thought of Riddle having (having had?) a Cyndaquil out of my mind. He wouldn't be complete without ONE Fire type, after all.

Completely unrelated, and utterly coincidental, but I don't think you've made Chenya's team in that AU yet, right?

no, no, hold on, you're absolutely right, Riddle should have a Typhlosion. he needs a big firey pokemon that erupts whenever it gets mad but is also very soft and likes being petted! it and Roserade are best friends and they play catch with Togedemaru! it probably keeps accidentally melting Trey's Alcremie and always feels terrible about it! this is perfect

as for Che'nya, I thought about Meowstic for a while...but then I read Delcatty's pokedex entries and, nope, there he was.

[omnikko]

Pink Dolphin merman Riddle Rosehearts au

I've been seeing a lot of merman TWST aus recently and I wanted to make one too! I've been with the merman Riddle idea in my head for a while and I decided to make an AU with him as the focus. I could have just went with the goldfish thing and make my life easier? Absolutely. But I wanted to incorporate something that would make Riddle's deslike to the nickname "Goldfishes" make sense, so I decided he'd be a different species.

Here's some lore on what changed in this AU + Riddle as a calf

(written in a very simple way because I'm lazy)

We already have merman on the story, but they are all from the coral sea, and since the Pink Dolphin is from fresh water, I decided to make some alterations on the world's map, I don't have pics of how it would be like, but there would be 2 gigant rivers (like the Amazon or maybe bigger) around the world and a few big ones. In those rivers there'd be small communities of freshwater merfolks, and one of them just happened to be in the Queendom of Roses, where Riddle was born.

His mom wanted to have a more stable life, so she decided to go out of the river and go to the big cities on land, she meet and feel in love with one of her colleagues in her job and they got married, they had riddle and she decided to raise him in land, just occasionally going back to her hometown in the river from time to time, usually in family events where she would brag about what she accomplished to the rest of the family and blah blah blah.

Yes, that's my excuse to why riddle lived in land and not in the river with the rest of merfolk and how he managed to be Trey and Che'nya's childhood friend.

And here's Riddle as a calf! He's already got some scars from bumping into places and in his hands specially because of his mom making him study a lot and it hurts his little hand to write so much.

I chose the red Amazon river dolphin because I love them, they are really cute and I wish they'd have more attention.

I made some research here about their anatomy to make him look more like the actual animal, I'm no biology major though so Idk if there's any wrong info

I had to mark the other subspecies because I was getting confused and didn't want to use the wrong info.

Either way, that's about it.

[oya-oya-okay]

I'm curious, has Sebastian encountered Che'nya yet?

OH MY GOD KUROXTWST I MISSED THIS😭😭😭😭😭 TYSM FOR THE QUESTION

I think he could have met him for sure! They wouldn't meet too often but yes✨ AND OF COURSE he, yes, he would be fascinated by this CAT!💖💖💖 I think Sebastian would be particularly interested in Chenya because of his magic!!

KURO in TWISTED WONDERLAND! AU

[connor-123-idk]

Can you tell us more about your AUs Che'nya?

Sure thing

Soooooo

NRC!Che'nya is basically based on Jabberwocky

People are scared of him because of his look and quite strange behaviour, but he may be the most normal person walking on the campus (minus eating everything he sees including some living beings)

Honestly at first I didn't know what I wanted them to be until someone on tiktok gave me this idea sooo.. uh.... You know who you are, thank you

[brights-place]

Favourite things I have found in Riddles Dream TWST!

Massive spoilers ahead so skip if ya dont wanna be spoiled

I KNOW IT'S JUST A DREAM GUYS BUT I PROMISE YOU IF CHE'NYA ACUTALLY PLAYS BASS I'D SQUEAL I LOVE THIS CGOOFY CHESHIRE BUM!! ALSO Since we have riddles Dream everybody down to read a band au! because I'd gladly write it! oh and also the fact che'nya just goes with whatever riddle does is funny to me

Another is when Riddle was cussing out the cops it was very funny though I'm waiting for my friend to translate what it means also HELP WHY ARE THE CHARACTERS SO SCRUM DILLY YUM YUM ESPECIALLY RIDDLES OUTFIT!! THIS MAN ALSO ASKED THEM ALL TO JOIN HIS BAND IT'S SO WEIRD TO SEE ALONG WITH HIM CALLING CATER KAY-KUN

I liked this scene also because Trey looked stress in being inside the roseheart estate. I mean come on what happened in Riddles childhood affected riddle so much but nto only that Trey is stressed to not even the mention of Riddles Childhood with him and che'nya but also being INSIDE the estate even fi it's in a dream LIKE MY BOY NEEDS TO BE SAVED?!

This scene makes me tweak because the amount of refrences made recently has me giggling! "OPEN YOUR MOUTH WIDER" is what the queen of hearts said to Alice when she couldn't hear the girl more PROPERLY when she introduced herself.

GUYS I PROMISE IM SANE BUT THE AMOUNT OF CHE'NYA CONTENT BEING FED FOR ME IS MAKING ME SQUEAL HOLY FUCK I LOVE THIS MANS CHARACTER

I MIGHT ASWELL BECOME A CHE'NYA BLOG BY NOW CAUSE OMGGG

Another scene was where Riddle referenced Alice in the start of the movie “Whats good use of a book without any pictures” “Theres alot of many good books without pictures [alice]” but in the scene the person is referring to riddle and Riddle quotes this but sadly I cant find the photo of it

"This is the queens castle it's all up to the queens will" WHICH REMIND ME OF THE CHESHIRE CAT SAYING "The only way here is the queens way" ALSO THE FACT HE IS PULLING OFF BEING BASED OFF THE CHESHRIE CAT MAKES ME TWEAK with this post your just seeing me post che'nya in riddles dream gang my bad... I think you can see I love the cheshire cat...

Another part I like is the refrence to Alice when she cried another scene where che'nya also refrences the cheshire cat AGAIN so I know I'm being fed like an animal I'm so happy bout that

Also the fact thres a new rule we learnt! Rule 372. If red cap mushrooms grow on a monday morning the roses in the garden must be white! so thats going down on the list I have. Also the mention of the Javawocky from che'nya is quite a cool scene to know! because I may ro may nto have TWST oc's thats based off of things and one of them being BASED off of the Javawocky...

GUSY GUYS CHE'NYA IS MAKIN EVERYTHING WORSE OMG THIS BEASTMAN MAKES ME SO DONE

Another reference to when the cheshire cat made the queen of hearts trip in the movie SCAR REFRENCE SCARE REFRENCE TO THE LION KING WHEN SCAR SAYS "I despise guessing games" TO SIMBA OMG! Other then those moments thats all I got for now until I finish off the next moments! two new posts will be out soon so hope yall like that <33

[kiame-sama]

wAIT CHE'NYA CAN SEE DAYDREAMS???

Human: *lost in dirty thoughts*

Che'nya: (⸝⸝⸝✧ w ✧⸝⸝⸝)

Reader/Human: *daydreaming about steamy naughty times with Nagas*

HAE!Che'nya: naw, Nagas actually have two, not one, otherwise that is a common position for Naga to mate in.

Human: oh, they really have two d- wait. You can see what I'm thinking??

HAE!Che'nya: •w• *slowly disappears*

Human: Che'nya-!

[deezee112]

The worst ending 23 : A Game of Disappearance

The worst ending 22 | The worst ending 24

Yandere!Che'nya x GN!Reader

A/N : I swear I studied history for 9 hours in one day. It's quite torture if you study with your dad ( my dad is very good at history and he's very strict about it.. )

Warning : This story contains yandere themes , psychological distress , abandonment , and emotional breakdowns. It explores obsession , dependency , and an unexpected tragedy.

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@iris-arcadia @yuu-twisted

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English is not my first language.

The child in front of you was eerily silent. His wide, cat like eyes glowed in the dim light, watching you with quiet curiosity. His lips were slightly curled, almost as if he were smirking, but he never made a sound.

You crouched to his level, tilting your head. " You're quiet.. " you mused. " But I can tell you're thinking about something. "

He didn't react.

With a sigh, you rested your chin on your hand. " I can't just keep calling you 'hey, boy.' You need a name. "

Still, no response.

You studied him carefully. His hair was messy, his ears twitched slightly as if catching every sound in the room, and his tail flicked behind him lazily. He had an air of playfulness, but something about him felt untamed, like he could disappear at any moment if he wanted to.

A name slipped from your lips before you could think too hard about it.

" Che'nya. "

His head tilted, and for the first time, his smirk widened into something more genuine. He still didn't speak, but there was a new glimmer in his eyes.

" Do you like it? " you asked.

Che'nya blinked once, then slowly nodded.

And from that moment on, he was yours.

Che'nya was a handful.

From the moment he learned how to talk, he never stopped. He chattered endlessly about everything and nothing, his words laced with teasing and riddles that didn’t always make sense. If he wasn’t talking, he was vanishing literally.

" Che'nya, stop disappearing in the middle of a conversation. " you scolded one day, arms crossed.

His grin appeared first, then the rest of him faded back into existence. " Aww, but it's fun watching you try to find me. "

" It's not fun. " you huffed. " What if you get lost? "

Che’nya pouted dramatically, draping himself over your back like a lazy cat. " Then you’ll come looking for me, right? "

You sighed, but you didn’t push him off. He always clung to you when he wanted attention, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, hanging onto your arm, or lying with his head in your lap, watching you with half lidded eyes.

It was cute at first endearing, even.

But over time, it became suffocating.

Che'nya didn’t like sharing.

At first, it was subtle. He would interrupt your conversations, pulling your attention away from others with a well timed joke or a sudden disappearance act. Then, he started getting more clingy, looping his arm around yours whenever you went out, pressing close as if staking his claim.

" You're always talking to other people. " he grumbled one evening, draping himself over your couch. " It's boring without you around. "

" You need to interact with others too, you know. " you said, ruffling his hair.

His ears flattened slightly. " I do interact. But no one's as fun as you. "

" You'll find someone else eventually. "

Che’nya’s tail flicked. His golden eyes sharpened.

" I don’t want someone else. "

You blinked, caught off guard by the quiet intensity in his voice.

Before you could respond, he flashed you a grin lazy, teasing, but something about it felt forced. " Ah, but I suppose you're right. Maybe I'll go make some new friends after all. "

You didn't notice how his tone lacked its usual playfulness.

It was bound to happen eventually.

Che'nya was good at pretending everything was a game, but there was an edge to him that couldn’t be ignored.

That night, the tension finally snapped.

" I don’t get it! " Che’nya’s voice was sharp, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen. " Why do you keep pushing me away! "

" Because you’re too attached! " you shot back. " You’re always there, Che'nya! Every time I turn around, you’re watching, waiting like I’m supposed to just be here for you all the time! "

His tail bristled. His fists clenched at his sides. " Is that so wrong? "

" You need to learn how to be alone! "

For a second, he just stared at you, wide-eyed and tense. Then, his expression twisted into something unreadable.

" Fine.. " he whispered.

Then, louder

" Maybe I don’t need you at all! "

His voice trembled, but the words still hit like a knife to the chest.

" I want you to disappear! "

And before you could say anything else, he turned and ran.

Che’nya didn’t come back that night.

You weren’t worried at first. He had done this before vanishing when he got upset, only to reappear hours later like nothing had happened.

But this time, he didn’t return the next day.

Or the day after that.

The house felt emptier without him. The silence was deafening.

By the time Che'nya finally came home, days had passed. His ears were flattened against his head, his tail limp behind him, his usual energy completely drained.

He expected you to be there, waiting, maybe ready to scold him.

But the house was too quiet.

Too still.

" y/n...? " he called hesitantly, stepping inside.

No answer.

His ears twitched. He wandered from room to room, checking the kitchen, the bedroom, even the attic anywhere you might be hiding.

But you weren’t there.

The house smelled like you, like the life you had built together, but there were no signs of you recently being there. Your shoes were still by the door. Your coat still hung on the rack. It was as if you had simply…vanished.

His hands trembled. His throat tightened.

" You’re messing with me, right...? " he said, voice shaky. " This is a joke. You love games, too, don’t you? So come out already. "

Silence.

Che'nya’s breath came in short, ragged gasps.

" You always come back.. " he muttered. " You always come looking for me. So why— "

A choked sound escaped him. His fingers curled into fists.

" No. " he whispered. " You’re here. You have to be here! "

But no matter how many times he searched, no matter how desperately he called your name, the house remained silent.

You were gone.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.

Che'nya never left. He stayed in the empty house, curled up in the places where you used to sit, burying his face in pillows that still smelled like you. He retraced every conversation, every laugh, every time he had taken you for granted.

He should have never left.

He should have never said those words.

" I want you to disappear. "

His own voice haunted him.

And now, he was the only one left trapped in the echo of his own mistake.

[fluffle-writes]

I should think of a deltarune AU think - like there's multiple ways it can go and the whole idea of the light world and ark world could mesh really well with RSA being light and NRC being dark

Like, Yuu can be a lightener who gets lost in various dark worlds and builds up a main one that's basically NRC by bringing darkeners to that fountain. As for Grim, he can either be like a monster, a normal cat who gets powers in the dark world, or a plushie/keychain that Yuu takes with them everywhere. They're a duo travelling through all the dark worlds dealing with the fountains together.

(maybe each chapter, they have a different lightener accompanying them so they still form a trio idk. Also there are the first years who hop into Yuu's pocket when they head out so they can tag along and get up to hijinks in the different dark worlds)

With this, you can also incorporate the RSA characters. For example, Heartslabyul is a deck of cards (their dark world would be made up of teapots, toy treats, maybe various things you'd find in a toy box that are kinda odd or slightly broken) and Che'nya could be the only lightener they see occasionally because he has a habit of rooting through the old toy box and is the only one to give them attention.

Pomefiore could have Vil and Epel be something like one of those beautiful BJD dolls that are considered collectable and fragile, so they're kept away from reaching hands and in glass boxes so they'll be safe (like a little nod to Epel's UM) and Rook might be like a more common/well-loved doll that used to belong to Neige and was restored by a lightener who took him in after Neige's parents got rid of the old worn out doll to explain his Savannaclaw-to-Pomefiore glow-up.

Maybe in the dark world, Vil performs in music and acting and is considered ethereal/untouchable to mirror how he is in twst, but with Neige's introduction to the dark world, the darkeners living there begin to talk about Neige more than Vil (maybe if you use a certain ACT with Neige in your party, rumours start) and that creates a conflict with Vil. (Plus Neige doesn't recognise Rook because Rook's appearance changed so much since Neige's parents took him away idk)

Also maybe with Idia and Ortho, maybe Ortho was a lightener and Idia is like a gaming system/computer that Ortho would use all the time and even keep a diary on. Maybe there'd even be some kinda unfinished program on the device that Ortho made called 'Idia' that gives Idia his personality and identity as a big brother to Ortho.

As for why the program is unfinished...

(maybe Ortho could get Gersoned via an urn in the room his parents can't bear to enter and he's like the third party member for that chapter)

Uhhh there's probably more I can add to this (antique store dark world diasomnia could be fun) but I'm just gonna cut myself off here lol

[viisiond]

Anemo catalyst but the catalyst is him throwing hands.

[pomefioredove]

Heyo how are you? I hope you are well! I love your writing so much 💕💖

May I get a chocolate cookie, #2, with frosting, chocolate chip, and chocolate drizzle, please? I'm biased for chocolate and Chenya, lol. I look forward to more of your writing they truly make my day <33

I always hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I believe you may have misclicked the number. NOW, normally I would write che'nya anyway, but unfortunately no one else requested for fellow and I like him so much. che'nya x reader in the queue for TOMORROW- stay tuned for that!!

order #2, chocolate with frosting, chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fool me

summary: ramshackle au's spin on marrying for tax benefits tropes: only one bed, fake dating, exes to lovers characters: fellow additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is adult-aged yuu, ramshackle AU so jumpscare warning for rollo, slightly suggestive setup, but this is cuddles and fluff, like ridiculous fluff

You were, to put it simply, never supposed to see him again.

That was it. Twenty-four hours at Playful Land, one ill-informed fling, and you would never again meet the eyes of Fellow Honest.

A few-hours long awful affair, and then you were free to shower away the shame and fall asleep in your own uncomfortable bed. Alone.

...But, then, he was on your doorstep in the pouring rain, looking perfectly pitiful, Gidel hiding from the downpour under his coat.

You had grit your teeth and told him two days.

It's been two months.

"I still don't understand," Rollo Flamme says, studiously scrubbing the kitchen floor. He cleans when he's frustrated. "What do you see in that man?"

You wish you knew. Having Fellow and Gidel at Ramshackle was more complicated than Rollo- he, of course, had completed the proper paperwork for a transfer semester. Fellow was twenty-six, unemployed, and, honestly, had no business being anywhere near a school.

"...He's nice to me," you say, which isn't altogether a lie. Fellow had warmed right up to your hospitality.

Rollo scowls. "You could do much better for yourself,"

You shrug. Not really, you think, but you're not in the mood for an argument with him. Not today.

Of course, Fellow couldn't just decide to stay. After his two-day grace period was up, you had to think of some other reason for him to be there.

You're not proud of what you came up with.

"Good morning, honey," Fellow says, waltzing into the kitchen (like he owned the place) and kissing your forehead. Rollo mumbles something under his breath and starts scrubbing faster.

"Morning," you nod.

He hums, and kicks his feet up at the rickety kitchen table. Fellow had never once commented on, or complained of, Ramshackle's sorry state- the rotting wood, the peeling wallpaper, the smell of mold and mildew. Rollo had already written the headmage several strongly worded letters about your living conditions. Fellow had sunk right in.

You glance at him. "Where's Gidel?"

"Sleeping," Fellow says, picking his teeth with his pinky. "He's not used to the soft mattress yet, it keeps him up."

"Wh- soft mattress?" Rollo scoffs, scrubbing so fast you think the floor may catch fire from the friction.

You try not to stare. "Is the guest room- I mean, is your room, uncomfortable?"

"Nah, he's just not used to comfort,"

You and Rollo share a look, the boy silently begging you not to give in to whatever Fellow is trying to squeeze out.

You ignore him.

"...My mattress is firm," you offer. "Gidel can have my bed."

Fellow grins, giving you a good look at his fangs. "Aw, could he? How sweet,"

Rollo glares at you. You ignore that, too.

"But... ah, then I suppose you're out of a bed," Fellow tsks. "Can't have that, can we? Well, I suppose you can share mine. It's the least I could do, after how welcoming you've been, and all."

Rollo throws off his rubber cleaning gloves and stands. "Certainly not. I suggest you stay downstairs, on the sofa, and the Prefect will have your room,"

Fellow feigns offense, setting a well-worn gloved hand over his heart. "Well, look who woke up on the wrong side of the pulpit today!"

You rub your eyes. You're not sure if you can handle another argument between the two of them.

"It's fine," you tell Rollo (but it does little to calm him). "I don't mind sharing a bed with him."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Fellow smirks. Rollo clenches his fists and you force yourself between them.

"We can talk about this later," you assure, knowing full-well you wouldn't be seeing either of them all day, if you could help it.

"I'm not going to bite-"

You have to hit Fellow with your pillow to keep him on his side of the bed. He falls with a dramatic fwump, groaning as if you'd shot him.

"So I'm not allowed to show you my appreciation, is that it?"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Don't be dirty," Fellow scolds, sitting up. "I only meant that you deserve to be doted on. As much as you dote on others, at least."

You scoff. "I don't... dote,"

He scoots closer, taking the plush pillow from your hands and tossing it aside.

"Fine, then you're a pushover. But even pushovers deserve to be pampered sometimes,"

He wraps his arms around your waist and drags you into his lap. You let him, for reasons you don't quite understand yourself.

"There. See? I'm not going to eat you," he says, patting your head as if you were a puppy. "If we're going pretend we're in love, we should at least act the part, you know."

"You're a better actor than I am," you mumble, and he laughs.

"Aw, I'm a better actor than everyone," he pinches your cheeks between his pointers and his thumbs. "But that's no reason not to try."

"I'm doing my best!"

"Really? Then you could at least pretend not to hate me,"

You tsk as you're toted around like a toy, trapped against his chest. At least he's warm. His arms are securely around your sides, his chin on your shoulder.

"I don't hate you," you mutter.

Fellow scoffs. "Coulda fooled me... guess you're a better actor than I thought,"

He flips you onto your front, stomach-down on the soft mattress, and his whole weight on yours.

"You looked stiff today," he says. "A little pressure ought to sort that out."

You have no response to that. The bed in your room is the most uncomfortable in Ramshackle, after all. And Fellow is warm and soft and you haven't felt so safe in your own dorm since...

...Well, ever.

You kinda hate how that works.

He kisses the side of your head, as if trying to keep you from thinking too much. You can sort of hear the fwish, fwish, fwish of his tail wagging.

"Are you happy with yourself?" you mumble. Fellow smiles into the crook of your neck, and, finally, speaking with some honesty:

"Very. Very happy,"

[lustlovehart]

Hiya! Massive fan of yours, and I have a question regarding the Monster Hunter AU.

What's going on with Che'nya? Is he just a normal guy? (I don't think this is likely TBH) Is he a monster who's normal about the reader? Is he just vibing?

So, my questions are (BTW I don't mean to be rude, I just like Che'nya):

Is Che'nya in the AU?

What monster is he? (I peronally think he'd be something like a Nekomata or Bakeneko, and I'd love to know what you think!)

May he be someone who is kissable? :3

That is all, thank you, have a lovely day/evening/whatever time you exist in.

Thank you for being a fan!! It’s so shocking to remember loads of people Reader my stuff. (Even having a single post with 300+ notes is amazing considering that was the population of my elementary school 😭).

Truthfully… When I started the au, I wasn’t very interested in Chenya, horrible I knoww!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!! but recently, i’ve grown a little bit of an interest in him! (The Cheshire cat and the Queen of Hearts have always been my favs in any rendition of Alice in wonderland.) Though, he was added in the very first draft for the Au! In fact, he actually had Jacks position of being a hunter you were close to before starting your missions.

So truthfully, he is in the au! I’m just currently deciding whether or not to add him officially… (It already happened to Fellow and Skully, so the chances are pretty high!)

Oh my goodness!!! (」°ロ°)」 I love the idea of a nekomata!! The thought of reader seeing a long time friend of theirs sprout tails and ears while throwing fireballs at innocent civilians is so painful! Imagine, you watching Chenya smile at you with that usual teasing demeanor, like you’re back to being a pair of hunters, evading your work husband (Rollo) with laughs of joy as if he’s not manipulating dozens of corpses behind him. You blink once and he’s popped behind you, whispering riddles about the fair future you’ll have if you leave behind this job, all the monsters who’ve fallen deeply for you. You turn your head to face him again, and he’s back at your front, a single clawed finger picking your chin up, his tails brushing against your hand.

It’s okay, if you come with him to the forest he originated from, he promises your days will forever be filled with carefree joy, the only worries you’ll ever need to have being the pranks he can pull on you.

Whether you decide to follow him into the forest, is up to you :).

My original thought, even though they’re closer related to dogs, I thought a kitsune would fit Chenya amazingly!! Their teasing/pranking nature, and feeding off vitality sound good to me. Plus, I may or may not be a sucker for kitsune… Wake up to the feeling of soft tails enveloping you, the sight of passed-out humans greeting you before quickly getting attacked by arms wrapping you in a tight hug. You look up and Chenya gives you the cheekiest of grins, petting your head like you’re the one with tails rather than him! Though, I won’t deny I love the idea of a Nekomata so much more!! I’m really considering making him that in the au honestly.

And is he kissable? of course he is!! Any monster is kissable in the eyes of MH!Reader!! Literally Pokémon’s: Catch them all slogan except instead of catch, it’s Date them all if you’re the affection type, or slay them all if you’re on the murder route! Either way, they’re all so into you either one works (Which really shouldn’t be the case but their monsters. They just assume your love language is stabbing them. Only you though, anyone else who tries ends up getting the table turned on them.)

But overall, you might see Chenya as an addition to the cast soon enough >:D, and if you kiss him, well it’s only fair you let him kiss you twice as much.