#Twst x crossover

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Twst with Nicole Watterson! Yuu

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Corporate Slavery

Nicole Watterson is a character from the cartoon, The Amazing World of Gumball. She is the wife of Richard and the mother of Gumball, Darwin, and Anais. She is an overworked office worker and a tired mother who takes care of her chaotic family. She is also feared by her husband and children and even some citizens of Elmore.

I'll be picturing the reader here as slightly older, to the time they're old enough to get married and have a job but still don't have any children yet.

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"Sigh... One more week... Just. One. More. Week."

• You sighed heavily as you parked in front of your neighbors' car, arriving late again at night due to working overtime. Fighting the urge to demolish your own car out of frustration was difficult. You long awaited that two day holiday that the company you worked in at least offered to its slaves employees.

"Hopefully Richard-- WOAHH!!!"

{Living Room}

• Not even five seconds after opening the door, you slipped onto something lumpy and moist. You got up to rub your head, that headache that was ringing then is ringing harder now. Looking at your feet it seems that you slipped on... A burger? Now that you looked further there's a trail of them on the floor and their grease is all over the couch.

"What the?!........ RICHAAARD!!!"

• Your husband crawled downstairs with a bloated stomach and stained clothes, you could only guess that he was eating loads of fastfood. His eyes don't dare meet your wrathful glare and only stared at the floor with shame, awaiting your scolding.

"Uhh... Welcome home, honey?"

"Don't welcome home, honey me! What is this?!"

"U-um... Joyful Burger patties?"

• You repeatedly pointed at the amount of junk food lying around to force an explanation from Richard to which the man nervously gave, his sweaty hands fiddled with fear and his voice became smaller compared to your loud one.

"And what did we say about this many food?!"

"I-i can't eat this much a-and... And that it worsens our current financial state?"

"I thought you knew that already! We can't keep living like thi--"

• Cue a tub full of fastfood falling from the ceiling before setting on fire. You inhaled sharply, close your eyes, and massage your temples. You are already too tired to deal with this. If your back wasn't aching right now you would've screamed your head off at Richard.

"......."

"............"

"This... this surely can't get any worse..."

*Knock* *Knock *Knock*

• There's sometimes these moments where you wish that Richard offered a different explanation. At this point desperation can be heard from your voice. Practically in denial that things can get any worse than this.

"Please, please, tell me... this can't be any..."

"Well... I might have... uh... had a fight with the uh...."

"RICHARD WATTERSON! THIS IS THE ELMORE POLICE DEPARTMENT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ASSAULTING AN ESTABLISHMENT WORKER! PLEASE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

• That familiar sound of a megaphone from a certain donut shaped cop is coming right outside of your doorstep accompanied by the sounds of police alarms. The TV flickered abruptly to a news channel displaying an injured Larry.

"...Richard."

"H-h-honey, I can explain...!"

"Good evening, Elmore. This is Elmore News and we interrupt this program for tonight we bring you shocking news. At Joyful Burger at 8:43 PM, a man is seen assaulting an employee with more than fifty sets of joyful meal toys and then proceeded to run from the scene. Witnesses say that the man was visibly upset that the employee did not include the additional discount fries and soda, leading to an argument and eventually an assault."

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"............... I'm sorry...?"

"RICHARD WATTERSON, STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE! DO NOT RESIST ARREST--"

"ALRIGHT WE GET IT!!!!!!"

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• You DID NOT hope that this evening would turn out like this. You wanted a night with enough rest to go back to work in the next three hours but no, instead your husband decided to be manchild. Now he's arrested by the police and is under custody. You still remember him clinging to you before being dragged away by the police, they actually had a hard time trying to pry him off of you but nonetheless succeeded with your help.

• You couldn't ignore or say an excuse to this matter because Larry's injuries were that bad. Turns out this isn't the first time Richard's acted this way, so a few nights in jail was overdue.

• You lie down on your shared bed, the right side of it is cold and empty. You find the lack of weight and warmth unusual and just stared blankly at the ceiling... You are so tired... Maybe calling in sick might not sound so bad. Besides, you have to fix the living room and the bathroom.

• You yawned in what felt like the millionth time and blinked your bloodshot eyes slowly, slowly until they finally close.

• And as you fall asleep, the sounds of hooves clacking can be heard from a distance. A silhouette of a hand reaching out to you appeared in a dream....

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".....Fnyagh...! Gotta.... Uniform....... Fast!...."

"Mmnnh.... Huh? Huh? Wh-wha.... Mnnh... Ow!!"

• You wake up feeling a bit too warm... OUCH! Okay, too hot, too hot, too hot! In a panic, you accidentally bumped your head into the flat surface of the coffin- wait, coffin?! What the what?!

• You started to hear a muffled voice outside of the coffin and feel like you're about to get literally cooked. Your drowsiness is replaced by your fight or flight mode and you swiftly kicked the coffin's lid off, jumping out of the coffin to beat whoever the hell thought was a good idea to bury and burn you while you're asleep.

"Fnyagh! How are you awake-- GAH!"

• You grabbed the flaming cat by the neck and interrogate him with threatening eyes. You stopped half sentence after noticing the unfamiliar surroundings you are in. The floating coffins and sudden wardrobe change made you wipe your eyes to check if what you're seeing is real. The cat could do nothing but struggle against your unflinching iron grip.

"Look, I don't have enough sleep or even have enough consciousness to deal with what your problem is... Whyy..... Where in the world am I?"

"Fnyaagh? W-what the heck are ya talkin' abou--fnyahh! L-let go! Let go!"

"I asked you a question first so answer me. Where am I? And who sent you?"

"Fnyagh?! No one orders the Great Grim to do anything! N-now put me down!"

"Who?"

"Me! I'm-ack! I'm the Great Grim! Now lemme go before I roast ya!"

"Sigh... Fine."

• You thought that nothing will be the outcome if you're just going to bicker back and forth with this thing, so you let him go with a warning. Since this looks like hallway you'll just ask a stranger if they know where this place is. You ignoring the flaming cat may not be a good idea as he is now pursuing you in a chase with fire.

• You were puzzled on why there's not a single person that can be seen despite the building being very spacious. So you assumed that you are alone and decided to fight back against Grim without worrying about risks.

"Fnyahahahah! Cornered are ya? You can run but ya can't escape the Great Grim's nose! Now gimme those robes-- MEYOUCH!!!"

"Stop right there, monster! Cease your erratic behavior at once!"

"What the..."

• Like some kind of plot convenience, a man wearing a crow mask restrained the cat with a leash.

"Fnyagh! What's with this rope?! It won't break!"

"This is not just rope, mind you! This is the Lash of Love! You there, beastman! Are you the last student? Quite an impatient one, aren't you?"

• Beastman? Does he mean you? I mean, he did stop this maniacal cat from burning you alive so could he be trusted? Nah, who on earth would trust a man wearing a mask with formal attire and calling people weird names?

"Uhhh....."

"What are you looking around for? Obviously, I'm talking to you!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"Okaaay then. Do you happen to know where I am or what this place is?"

"What do you mean? Do you not remember? My, it seems that the teleportation spell might've jumbled up your brain a bit. But you do who I am, yes?"

"Uh no, I'm sorr- oh wait, you're the... No, no, that guy was in a commercial... Wait, you could be... Nope.... Hmmmm, no, I'm sorry. I really don't know you."

"Oh, is that so? Then allow me to explain in great detail while we head to the Ceremony, I'm sure your familiar will be tame through it. You should train him better."

"Ceremony? Familiar?"

"I ain't this guy's familiar!"

"Yes, yes. That's what they all say when there's trouble. Come! We must make haste, the others are waiting!"

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• You walked alongside the strange man as he explains something about you being in a college for young wizards. Grim was not struggling anymore and is now silently listening in.

"You, my dear student, are in Night Raven College! One of the most prestigious educational institutions of Twisted Wonderland dedicated to train young mages with great potential in the magical arts. To help hone and nurture their skills to their greatest potential in hopes of becoming great mages like the Great Seven--"

"Pfft- AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha!"

"Well, I beg your pardon! I do find it quite rude to laugh when someone is speaking."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry- oh my gosh! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I've- ahaha! Oh, I cant-i can't breathe-! You've gotta be kidding me! Ahahaha! Ohh, alright, hah... You can drop the act now, I'm not buying this. Great acting though. Although it could use a bit more naturalness. I can tell that it's pretty much practiced."

• What kind of reaction they were expecting when they spout nonsense at someone? Of course, whoever kidnapped you were expecting you to act confused and panic! But you've faced a lot worse than this and laughed it off. The man is now scowling but coughed into his hand to change the subject. It's like he wants you to play along.

"Practiced?! I am offended! ... Ahem, I didn't think anyone would notice.... This is no laughing matter. For now I will let this slide since we are late for the ceremony. I expect that in the future you would fix your attitude around your seniors during your stay here."

"Ohoh? I'm so sorry for breaking character, Mr... Uh..."

"Breaking in character? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by that... And it's not Mister! It's headmaster Crowley, Dire Crowley. I am the director of this school and you are a student here."

"But I'm not? It's all a mistake. I was just in my house and then the next thing I knew, I woke up inside a coffin-"

"Then that means you are chosen by the Ebony Carriage to be here. You should be glad that you are enrolled."

"What the? Being sent here without my consent is kidnapping! And I didn't even asked to be enrolled here! How am I supposed to be glad knowing that some crazy wizard-wannabe guy in mask put me in a coffin?! And even if I am a student, who the heck would use coffins as a form of transportation?!"

"Oh... um... W-We... uh..."

"Oh nevermind that, let's just go!"

• This man is certainly not helping and you're running out of patience to humor him. You eventually reached a pair of giant doors and opened them, revealing a room full of people with robes the same design as yours. You quickly closed the doors to face Crowley.

"Inhale......... I thought this is a school?"

"I-it is a school."

"Then why does it look like everyone is prepared to summon some demonic entity from the underworld?"

"It's a traditional orientation procedure."

"Exhale..... You know what at this point I don't care anymore."

• You opened the doors with a loud bang causing everyone to flinch and snap their heads to look at you.

"Alright. Sorry to interrupt. Which way is the exit?"

"Hold it right there! What do you think you're doing?"

"I-it's that way..."

"Thank you."

"Al-Asim!"

"Yeah? Wait, was I not supposed to tell?"

"Please stop!"

"At least someone answered what I'd like... To... Hear.....?"

• You head straight toward the exit but stopped at scene before you. It was still nighttime, the sky is still dark and... People are flying on brooms? What? You are in complete disbelief. The headmage just dragged you back to the room.

".... Wha- how- Th-this can't be. I-I'm not dreaming am I?"

"Oh no, this is definitely very real, I assure you. Now please move forward to the Dark Mirror, they will sort you to a dorm. We don't have all night!"

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{Night Raven College – Mirror Chamber}

• Are you even in Elmore? If that guy says that everything is real, then how far away are you from home? What about your job? What about your husband?

"State thy name."

"H-huh?"

• You are brought back from your thoughts by a voice in front of you. You yelped when a face appeared in the mirror. You looked at Crowley for directions but all he said is that you must interact with the mirror. Hesitantly, you gave it your name.

"Just say your name!"

"Ugh, this is ridiculous. Can't I have a panic attack in peace? I'm not giving away my name-"

"Talk now, panic later! Just say it already!"

"Sigh, Nicole! Yuu Watterson. There, I said it."

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson..."

• The mirror proceeded to squint at you with disdain evident on its face. For a while the expression prolonged until its eyes widened in shock. You took that as offense.

"Yeah, I know that I'm not much of a looker but let's be honest here, you're not one yourself-"

"Thy soul is empty."

"Wow. Offended much?"

• The crowd of students gasped and whispered among themselves after hearing the mirror's response. The headmaster has become even more dramatic.

"What?! But how?! How can this be?! In all my one hundred years of teaching, the carriage can't possibly escort someone with no magic?!"

"This one's soul is... very much empty. It is struggling to maintain its shape and color. It has strained itself for so long. However... Albeit not possessing magic, they do possess a powerful and otherworldly strength. Like a bright flame igniting once every fleeting moment..."

"I... I don't understand! Otherworldly? Are you saying that this beastman... Is not from Twisted Wonderland?"

"Beastman this, beastman that. What's with your name-calling? I just gave you my name. Start using it."

"A-ahem! My apologies. Let us discuss this later, Watterso--"

"FNYAGH! If that guy doesn't have magic, then take me instead! I have magic to prove it! I'll show ya how strong it is, just watch me!"

"Halt, monster!"

"I ain't just no regular weak monster! I'm the Great Grim!"

"...!.... EVERYONE, GET DOWN!!"

• All of you were so busy chatting that the monster freed itself from its restraints and started blowing fire everywhere. The students shielded themselves before the flames hit thanks to your warning... Well, most of them.

"AAAAHHHH! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!! MY BUTT IS ON FIRE!!!!"

"Why don't you just hunt that thing? Doesn't it look like a nice plump snack?"

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"SOMEBODY CAPTURE THAT MONSTER AT ONCE!"

"I'll capture it, headmage. I'm afraid there's no one here who has the heart to hurt the poor thing."

"Aaand there's classic Azul. Not wasting a single moment to show off and rewards."

"Whoever brought that cat here has broken a rule! Cats are not allowed to attend--"

"GREAT SEVENS, WHY IS NOBODY CAPTURING IT?!"

"UH HELLO? MY BUTT'S STILL ON FIRE! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PUT IT OUT!"

"OH FORGET IT I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!!!"

• Having enough of the creature wreaking havoc, you immediately took the headmaster's cane and lobbed it like a spear toward Grim. It landed on the wall next to the creature, startling him off guard. You then take the Lash of Love and lassoed it around Grim.

"WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS WAITING FOR?! GRAB HIM!!"

"R-right!"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

• A heavy red-gold collar appeared around the cat's neck. It stopped its rampage to focus solely on getting rid of the new restraints.

"F-Fnaygh? Ugh! What's with this collar?! I can't use my magic?!"

"This is no ordinary collar, this my unique magic. It can restrain anyone's magic. Without magic, you are no more than a measly cat until I take it off."

"Hey! The Great Grim ain't a pet! Take it off!"

"Don't worry, I'd never want a pet like you. You have broken a rule and even attacked us. You've brought this upon yourself."

"Splendid job as always, Riddle! That unique magic of yours is quite useful in situations like these... I want it. No, I don't want that to work on me... "

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson! How many times do I have to tell you to properly tame your beast?"

"AND HAVE MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT HE'S NOT MINE?!"

"E-eh? Not yours? I thought-"

"You keep cutting me off before I could say anything! That stupid carriage you talk about took me here by mistake!"

"A-apologies. Students, take him away!"

"Fnyaagh?! OWW! NOOO! Let go! I don't wanna!! Get your hands off me! NOOOO!!! I SWEAR! I'LL BECOME THE GREATEST MAGE!! YOU'LL ALL SEE!!!"

• The headmaster ordered two students to drag Grim out of the room. You kind of feel bad for the little guy but just a tiny bit. As always, no one thanks you for sparing them the trouble. Your efforts instantly forgotten like they weren't in the risk of having their skin scorched.

"Ahem! Now that the problem is settled, students, please proceed to your dormitories accordingly... hmm, I don't see the dorm leader of Diasomnia anywhere? Didn't anyone invite him?"

"He's too unapproachable for me to invite..."

"Invite him? That guy's a total recluse."

• Just like before, the crowd of students begin to erupt with whispers but this time there's a hint of fear in them. Looks like this Diasomnia dorm leader is some kind of big shot. A short man hanging upside down appeared out of thin air and nearly gave you a heart attack.

"Good evening, headmage."

"WAAHH!"

"Great Sevens, Mr. Vanrouge!"

"Ahahahaha! My apologies. I'm afraid to inform you that Malleus Draconia has forgotten to attend the ceremony. I'd like to be the one to lead the new students in his place."

"Is that so? Very well then. Please inform him when there's an important occassion next time."

"I will, headmaster... I hope this doesn't leave him in a sour mood..."

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson, may I have a word with you?"

"After what just happened? Sure."

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{Night Raven College – Library}

• After learning that you are not supposed to be student here, Crowley dismissed all the students to focus on escorting you back home using the Dark Mirror, but failed. You followed him to the library to find more information.

"I don't understand. I don't understand at all! Are you certain this Elmore is a place? Are you not lying to me perhaps?"

"Why would I lie right now? I need to get back home!"

"Do you have anything that is from your home? A phone, wallet, or a name on a shoe? Nothing at all?"

"No, I don't think so..."

"Hmmm... this could possibly mean that you could either be from another planet or from another dimension."

"Is this world still Earth?"

"Earth? This is Twisted Wonderland. I don't know this Earth you speak of."

".......... I wish I'm still dreaming."

• You lost how many times you facepalmed yourself because of Crowley, possibly enough to make sure that you're wide awake and not hallucinating due to lack of sleep. In the end, there were no texts in the library leading to your hometown. Luckily, Crowley was gracious to lend you shelter in an unused dormitory.

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{Ramshackle Dorm}

"WHAT THE WHAT?! CROWLEY, WHAT THE HECK IS ALL THIS?!"

"U-umm... shelter for you-"

"HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE IN THIS DORM WITHOUT NEEDING SEVERAL TETANUS SHOTS?! ANYONE CAN TELL THAT WITH ONE LOOK AT THIS-THIS DILAPIDATED BUILDING THEY KNOW THAT IT HAS MAGGOTS THRIVING INSIDE ITS WALLS!"

"It's not that bad! It has a certain charm of its own, with a few maintenances that is... although, there are no other residents here considering it is haunted by ghosts but I'm sure you'll survive--"

"HAUNTED?! MY GOSH, NOT ONLY DOES THIS ROTTEN DORM REEK OF MOLD AND PLAGUE, IT'S ALSO HAUNTED BY GHOSTS?! JUST HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE A MINUTE HERE?! CROWLEY?! CROWLEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! I'M TALKING TO YOU--"

"I-I'm going to bring you food now...uh... I think this is what teenagers these days call hangry? I'll be right back, yes, for I am gracious!"

"CROWLEY!!"

• You don't even bother following after him anymore, you decided to wait. Unfortunately, there are not a single clean chair that you can sit on, so you roll up your sleeves and search for cleaning tools. You underestimated how old this dorm is for every step you take, you could feel the floor creak beneath you. Heavy rain started to pour, making the walls moist. The stairs were not in safe circumstances to climb over.

{Ramshackle Dorm – Lounge}

"ACHOO! Fnyaaagh! My ears! Darn rain...!"

• An annoying voice that you wish you aren't familiar with reached your ears after you found cleaning materials. Grim noticed you approaching him and he quickly had his guard up. You don't want to fight him right now, you got some cleaning to do.

"Eek!... Y-y-ya got guts to face the Great Grim like this!"

"You're the one trespassing."

"That doesn't matter! I'm staying here whether ya like it or not!"

"Suit yourself. Pick up this bucket and clean."

"Who do ya think ya are to boss me around?! You do it-- ACK!!"

"IF YOU WANT TO STAY HERE, YOU GOT TO EARN YOUR KEEP. NOW CLEAN OR I'LL KICK YOU OUT."

".... F-f-fnyagh.... Y-yes, I'll do it..."

• The cat shut its mouth after getting humbled by you. Your glare is colder than the downpour outside, your grip on his collar still strong despite being so tired. You continued to stare at him silently.

"...o....o.....oooo..........."

"H-Hey, did you hear th-that...?"

"......Oooooo.....ooooooo........"

"E-eek! G-g-ghosts!"

• Grim started to feel a breeze brushing through the atmosphere, and three white figures circling you both. They are ghosts! If there are ghosts here then this dorm is haunted!

"Fnyagh! There's ghosts in this place! We need to get outta here!"

"Where are you goin'? We just wanna have some fun!"

"Hey beastman, look over here!"

"Hehehe! Yeah, this place became sooo boring. It's been a while since residents-- g-guh!"

• You suddenly dropped Grim and looked at the ghosts with eyes full of rage it looked like the ghosts were looking at Hell. The ghosts stuttered and shivered back in fear, thinking that Hell is where they'll end up if they disturb you any further.

"H-h-hey now... there's no need t-to look so... so..."

"U-um... Y'know what... W-we won't d-disturb you anymore.... We're just g-gonna..."

"L-l-leave!"

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

"WAAAHHH! W-we're sorry! We're s-sorry! W-we're s-so sorry! P-p-please spare us! S-spare us!"

"H-have m-m-mercy!"

"W-we promise t-to never return h-h-here again...!"

• Grim watched as you grabbed the apparitions by their faded tails with no difficulty. He was dumbfounded... he thought you had no magic! Grim looked away when you lift your hand toward one of the ghosts, awaiting the violence, but you stopped when Crowley bursted through the door. The now weeping ghosts were still pleading for mercy like they're chanting.

"I-i hope you're not angry anymore and calmed down! ... Here, I've brought you clothes and din...ner..."

"Fnyagh...."

"Pleasespareuspleasespareuspleasespareuspleasespareusplease..."

"Finally..."

"....... M-Mind telling me what's happening here?"

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{Ramshackle Dorm – Bedroom}

• Last night concluded in Crowley calling you a beast tamer and letting Grim stay in order to let you enroll. However, you'll be doing odd jobs for him in exchange for shelter and money. You can only hope that these odd jobs are not difficult to handle like you're old one. But at least you get some rest away from your toxic workplace.

"Wake up, Nicole! Yuu, Grim! Your first day begins now!"

"...ughh?...mnn... Grim, get up..."

"Fnyagh, nooo... I wanna sleep some more..."

"Oh? Then you won't mind me kicking you out."

"Fnyagh! Okay, okay, I'm up! I'm awake!"

• Grim is unexpectedly more tolerable than your husband. Sure he's lazy and needs to be bribed by food to do something but at least he has common sense. But you sort of miss Richard very much.

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{Ramshackle Dorm – Entry Hall}

"Henchman! Hurry it up! I want my first stride of becoming a mage look cool!"

"Grim, for the last time, I'm not your henchman."

"Glad to see that you both are excited for today. Before I forget, the library is now accessable to you anytime when you need clues for going home."

"Thank you... Headmage."

"Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you."

"Thank. You. Head. Mage."

"My, you actually called me Headmage for the first time."

"Don't push it."

"Come on! Let's go!"

• You start the day early with a nervous step. Hopefully, the individuals here are not as problematic as the ones in Elmore.... Right?

{NRC Campus – Front Gate}

"Woah~ The campus is so big!"

"Ah, not bad. Not too shabby."

"Welcome to Night Raven College!"

[stupidneko]

MLP x TWST

[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: Oi, Herbivore. What're you plannin', huh?

Alan: *staring in confusion at the camera*

F!MC: I just want to capture a photo with the two most charming and gentlest men I know. *beams*

Leona and Alan: ...

Leona: Tch.

Alan: Hurry up. I have things to do.

Ruggie and Leo: *laughing*

Leona: Grr...

Alan: ...

[fisheem4mmal]

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[sheep-from-rad]

Do you vibe with crossovers?

Cause an idea that's been wedged in my head has been (yandere!batfam) neglected!reader who was sent to either twisted wonderland or the devildom. Like I genuinely don't think the bats would stand a chance against that reader.

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Omg anon yes!! Crossovers are delicious. 10/10 will eat again, will make series too. What about SAGAU x Batfam? <3�� Anon ,feed me more. 

Let’s face it, both RAD and NRC, whether alone or combined, are too powerful for the Bats. If they want to see you again in Gotham then they will need to have the issues sent to other heroes and vigilantes in order to establish a connection (they’ll call it diplomatic approach too). 

If the reader was sent to Devildom and then the bats automatically lost. The DC universe has their own demons, angels, and gods but the thing is those entities aren’t a part of the game. You left Gotham as a normal human and you came back as a master of seven powerful demons and possibly a harem leader to powerful beings too. At least Obey me wise, you’re the one of the most powerful humans to exist. 

I just can see Batman working with Constantine even though he doesn’t like Constantine. On the Constantine note btw, I can see him making an enemy of the whole Devildom because of his crimes. He’d be like Solomon but the criminal version. OM! Ensemble will keep you in Devildom, not because they don’t like the bats. It’s because hell is much safer than Gotham. 

Twisted wonderland wise, you don’t need Malleus to fight the bats to keep you at 

NRC. Batman and the bats study their enemies first before fighting them and it’s going to take them years to study everyone, not to mention not everyone has their unique magic yet (at least not all first years don’t have it yet). Riddle’s unique magic will not work on Bats sure but what about the other Twisted wonderland characters? Leona alone is already too powerful and let’s not underestimate Cater too. In the events of yandere! Batfam trying to get MC back, Cater can just make a clone and trick them all. 

I feel like Batfam will try to fight dirty and show Twisted wonderland the truth about the seven being villains. While the NRC is having a breakdown, they can come and snatch you home, easy peasy. Crowley can try and hand you back to the bats because he’s easy like that but the others will fight back. General Lilia might come back, Crewel will have a verbal showdown with everyone and you know what, let’s just have Malleus make the whole DC universe go to sleep so you can live a good life.

Masterlist

[oya-oya-okay]

Crossover!!!💗✨ <<🌞🐍🐥>> in TWST

[enatopiaa]

Sunday vs Crowley after seeing how Robin!yuu lives in Ramshackle

this was such a fun idea HAHAAHAHA thank u so much for requesting anon °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°

[spadesncrows]

fuck it

wbks ur twst and twsts ur wbk

[robin-evry]

What do you think dan heng or imbibitor lunae/yuu

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆!𝐘𝐔𝐔

A cold and reserved young man who is reticent about his past. To avoid his kin, he decided to travel with the Astral Express. Dan Heng's true form from his Vidyadhara lineage carries the residual power left behind by his past incarnation, the Imbibitor Lunae. Upon accepting the majestic horns atop his crown, he must accept all the merits and faults attributed to that sinner.

During their appearance at twst for the first chapter, Dan heng!yuu hide their lineage as well not revealing their true lineage to anyone.

They try not to stand out a lot, only staying at the back and observing the situation but not attending to the problem and will intervene in case it gets out of hand.

But during chapter 2, they use their imbibitor lunae form to defeat overblot Leona, after the fight was over before anyone can react to Dan heng!yuu has already left the area. But many students have already witnessed their true form so there's no point in hiding it.

Dan heng!yuu continue to not show up to school for a few days until Crowley asks them to return back to school, they decide to avoid the first years due to being scared of their judgement.

They will still continue to wear their human form even though their identity was revealed to the public, they become the popular topic of gossip but grim is there to protect them from it.

Most of the time, dan heng! Yuu will be in the library reading and managing the books Crowley gave them an official job as the librarian of the school.

After their secret was revealed many students started to treat them like royalty which is something Dan heng!yuu isn't very fond of it because they wish to be treated the same. Even Crowley started less annoying because of this.

Lilia originally had a hinge about dang heng!yuu being more than what they appear but turns out it was true and was happy to finally find another dragon for malleus to play with. So when Dan heng!yuu was in the library Lilia approached them inviting them to a tea party that was hosting malleus and Dan heng! Yuu to meet.

At first ace and deuce started to ask questions about them because they were upset about them hiding their lineage but soon let it go and they accepted Dan heng!yuu.

Dan heng!yuu sometimes meditate in the forest behind the ramshackle and was spotted by rook who was hunting, and for the next hour rook admired Dan heng!yuu imbibitor lunae form. And they soon became one of rooks muses.

Another thing is that Dan heng!yuu sometimes visit the ignihyde dorm for peace and quiet since sometime NRC can be quite hand full.

Sebek admired or hated Dan heng!yuu, he admired them being a part of a noble prestigious dragon blood line but saw them hiding their true lineage as a sign of being ashamed as well as someone that is threatening malleus position.

Malleus on the other hand was happy that another dragon had a drop of NRC, he and Dan heng!yuu would discuss a lot of topics together. As well as him being interested in Dan heng!yuu lineage.

Sometimes, Lilia would invite Dan heng!yuu on a spar or training day and will ask them to spar with sebek or silver as well asking them to teach them some pole arm tricks.

They often take long walks at night, enjoying the serenity of the moonlight and the stars. Sometimes, Malleus or Silver joins them for these reflective moments.

Dan heng Yuu carry a personal journal where they sketch or write down their thoughts, though they guard it fiercely. This journal contained notes as well for school and work as a personal diary for Dan heng!Yuu to write everyday.

Their voice is soothing, and many students find themselves unintentionally relaxing when Dan heng Yuu speaks, even during stressful situations.

Leona originally saw them as a small fry but after chapter two and their secret was revealed, Leona held a disdain over Dan heng!yuu due to them being the one that defeats them and they remind him of malleus.

Dan heng!Yuu is very talented of cloudhymn magic, they have the ability to control and create water at a large scale being able to control the entire ocean. This magic as well is a noble dragon and they have become one of Azul targets.

Azul after the reveal has been trying to rope them to a contract but Dan heng!yuu is very much sharp and is not easily fooled by his schemes and is able to see through it. As well being one of jade and floyd entertainment sources wanting to get a reaction from them.

[overheardbyvarioustherapists]

MC: No matter how many times you save the school or your friends, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know? For a little bit? Yuu: I know, right? I feel like the maid. "I just cleaned up this mess, could you keep it clean for ten minutes? Please?"

[twisted-whatifs]

A Twisted Phantom In the Opera

Christine!Yuu x Phantom!Malleus, Phantom of the Opera AU.

Notes: I have tried to keep this as a gn!Yuu, but might have messed up a few places. If you find any mistakes don’t fear pointing them out! It will only help <3 -Love Aren ♡

Summary: Yuu Daaé, a young actor who has been showing lots of talent ever since they got this mystery teacher, has gone missing. While the rest are busy panicking, as letters are being sent around threatening the new owners, letters which have been signed by a certain phantom... Yuu is busy finally seeing their teacher and angel of music, rather than communicating through mirrors and walls.  They end up getting to know him a lot better than they expected, finding out that while he may not be an angel of music, he is certainly not human either.

Will this phantom of the opera win over their heart like he always dreamt of? Or is their type a bit too human for him?

Intro

Yuu 1st person

It all started when I was but a child, I suppose. My father, who was so dear to me, was lying on his deathbed. When my mother left for the heavens, I had my father's hand to hold. Now that it was my father's turn, I still had his hand to hold. But when his funeral came, whose hand could I hold then?

“When I’m in heaven, Child. I will send the Angel of Music to you..” He said. His voice was weak, his hand shaking as he held me close. He was all I had left, and there was no one when he went. No one at first, at least. Then Madame Giry took me in, and taught me how to dance. I was now one of the many girls at the opera house, who got a place to live in exchange for our labour. And so I danced. I danced and I sang, just like my father and I used to, just like my father and mother used to as well. As I grew, my fathers promise was finally fulfilled. One afternoon when I was singing by my fathers picture, right after the biggest play I had ever been part of at the time, I heard a voice.

“A voice of such beauty should not sing songs of such pain.” I heard a voice say. At first, I was frightened, for I thought I was alone. But as I sought out this stranger, he began to sing. He asked me to sing with him, coaxing me away from fear. He gave me pointers and taught me how to avoid strain on my vocals. As time went on, he disappeared. Yet the next time I returned to light a candle for my father and I began to sing, I heard him again. He asked for me to sing with him, so I did. He taught me much this day, and so did he the next. Before I knew it, he had become my teacher. 

“Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he’d appear. Now as I sing I can sense him and I know he’s here.” One day I finally realised that he must be the Angel of Music my father had spoken of. He had to be, for he was so kind. He taught me the art of song like no other, with the passion of one who could only be an angel. His voice was of ethereal beauty. He must be an angel, for he could make even a whisper sound like the melodies of heaven.

But now, as I stand here, I realise he may not be the angel I used to see. Perhaps he is, but there is something to him that tells me other stories. He is my angel, yes. My Angel of Music. But he is also so much more.

Let the Song Take Flight

Yuu 1st person

As I stood on the stage, singing with my heart, I couldn’t help but hope he saw. I wished for nothing more than the Angel of Music to be proud. But what was more than that, I hoped I had not disappointed Madame Giry. She was the one who had claimed I could take the role, as Carlotta had been too busy throwing a tantrum. And now I stand in the Prima Donna dressing room after Meg had swept me away from meeting up with my teacher. She had been worried and said I looked so pale, that I needed to rest. I wanted to resist, but I had to admit that perhaps it was best if I didn’t strain myself. I was sure my teacher and angel would understand.

“Little Lotte, let their mind wander…” I am busy looking at the rose my teacher had gifted me when I hear the words of a childhood memory get spoken. I turn my head to see where it came from, not having expected Raoul to remember me. I haven't seen him since my father's death, so for him to remember such a small thing, is a surprise.  As Raoul continues to speak the words of nostalgia, I can not help but join in. For such words are not made to be forgotten. No, they are made to be remembered, repeated and sung. So I will sing.

“No… What I love best, Little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.” I sing with him, melodies of shared memories flowing between our bodies. A warm embrace engulfs me as we hug, arms wrapping around each other, even if for only but a moment. He is still my friend, despite the years that have gone by. Not much has changed between us, that is obvious. Perhaps too obvious, for it seems that Raoul still acts like a child, to some extent. For he does not accept my no, as he invites me out to supper. Nor does he let me deny his request, as he tells me I have two minutes to get dressed.  I can only hope the Angel of Music will forgive me, for I have no choice it seems. I begin to change, hurrying as much as I can. I know how impatient that man can get. And perhaps if I hurry, I’ll be back fast as well.

So I change as fast as I can, yet as I work to undo my corset, every candle in my room is unlit. A darkness that surrounds me like no other. Terrifying it is, that I have to admit. But what is truly terrifying, is the angry voice of my teacher and Angel of Music that I hear.

Insolent boy, he calls Raoul, and perhaps he is right, yet it frightens me nonetheless. 

The words I utter that are meant to calm him, seem to have little effect. Yet as I continue to speak, the icy air seems to thaw. His words turn from threats to pitiful self-hatred. 

Jealousy has never suited any man and it seems the same goes for angels. For his voice is beautiful, yet the jealousy and anger it hides dirties it. To hear his voice soften is like watching mud turn to crystal-clear water. It is beautiful, a miracle for humans to witness. As he begs me forth, telling me to look in the mirror, I feel a sort of relief. He must no longer be mad if he seeks to speak with me. 

Yet my relief is thrown to the side, as shock finds its way to my mind. For what I find in the mirror is not my reflection but a strange man, yet as I hear his voice I know it must be him. My Teacher and Angel. 

The Angel of Music that hides no longer.

I faintly hear the sounds of Raoul trying to enter my locked dressing room, yet I do not mind it. Even though I may not remember locking the door, any worries I hold disappear as I let him hold my hand. I hear him sing as he leads me through the tunnels of this opera house, tunnels I did not know existed before this day. I am like in a trance, my eyes unable to move away from his form. Anywhere that is not him does not deserve my gaze, that is all I can think. In fact, I barely even register the horse.  In any other situation, I would have wondered how he managed to get a horse into these tunnels, yet at this very moment, it did not seem strange. In fact, it is not until I start to sing, that I finally seem to realise what is happening. Yet instead of being frightened or confused, I am… content? I don’t mind this, I realise. In fact, it somehow feels right. To finally see my Angel of Music, after years of him talking to me, and teaching me. It was surprisingly nice.

So when we finally arrive at his home, or at least what I assume to be his home, I do not mind it. I do not mind the strangeness to it, or the fact we had to sail to get here. I do not question the fact that he lives in the sewers beneath the opera house either. Instead, I just accept it. This is him finally showing me who he is, so I shall make sure he knows that I will not run away.

“I have waited for so long, dreaming of the day you will finally see who I truly am.” He hums, embracing me from behind, as his fingers entwine with mine. I let myself lean back against his chest, his form towering over mine. I tilt my head to look up at him, my eyes catching his. He is ethereal, otherworldly. He holds a beauty that is unmatched. Everything about him tells me just who he is. Just the way he stands practically sings power.

Everything about him makes me want to know more. And so, I can not help but ask. For it is in my nature to be curious, even more so when it comes to him. Years I have spent getting to know him, yet it feels like I am just meeting him all over again.

“Long I have waited to see you, rather than just hear you. Yet now, I am left with more questions than answers.” My voice is barely above a whisper and despite this he still catches every word that I say. 

It seems that his attention is purely on me. For he hears every word I say, all the while his hands caress every inch of my skin. My one hand escapes his, coming up to caress his face. The mask that he bears peaks my curiosity, for why would an angel need to wear such a thing? Even more so, I wonder why he would wear a hood in such a private place. Yet I have so many other questions to ask as well, for he is a mystery to me. I have always thought that I knew him, yet at this moment I realise he is still so unknown to me. He is like the vast unexplored seas that make me want to jump on a ship and leave. To see just what I may find, what treasures I may stumble across, what stories will unwind.

His eyes capture mine again, as I get lost in the green of his irises. For a second I feel that I am wandering some forest of the fae realm, before I return to the real world again. Yet again I am convinced he is an angel, for only an angel would have eyes like his.

“Let me show you something, my muse. Perhaps your questions will be answered.” My thoughts are interrupted and perhaps it is on purpose, for it seems that he knows my mind was wandering. His hands trace across my collarbone before he lowers them to the small of my back, leading me forward to show me this mystery thing.

It is like my feet barely touch the ground, as I follow him. His one hand grasping mine as he leads me forward, his other hand gently resting on my back.

As he leads me toward a curtain, I patiently wait for him to reveal what is behind. Despite the excitement that vibrates throughout my bones, once I see what is behind the curtain, I feel faint.

Hidden behind this curtain, is a mannequin that looks exactly like me. And what’s more, this mannequin is wearing some sort of wedding attire. The thought is sweet, that I have to admit, but it is too much. 

The world around me goes dark, and my legs can no longer keep me up.

Signed the Opera Ghost

Malleus 1st person

My hands barely grasp my muse in time, before they hit the ground. I had not expected them to faint at what I had shown them, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it. Oh, how I hope they are okay. I lift them up in my arms, carrying them up into my room. As I look at them, I can not help but admire the piece of artwork that is their face. How a human can be so otherworldly, I can not say.

I gently place them in my bed, before pulling down the canopy around them. It is best if I let them sleep in peace. I can just practice some music while I wait for them to return to consciousness.  I decide to let my monkey musical box play for them while I wait, in hopes that the tune it plays will keep them calm.

So I leave them to lay in my bed, watching their sleeping form for but a moment, before I leave again. The organ that calls to be played, lures me out of the room. 

But before I let myself get carried away with such things, even if it may be what I love, I know it is best I send out a few letters explaining that Daaé is alright. I can not have people worrying, after all. No, that would risk having my dear muse get stressed, and I can not let that happen. So I will construct some letters, explaining what has gone down. I will write letters telling the new owners how things are supposed to be run around here and perhaps, if they are not fools, they will listen.

After an hour of writing, I finally let myself sit down by the organ to play, letting my heart come out and on display. As my fingers find their way to the giant instrument, I let myself compose a new opus. It is still but a work in progress, yet I know that with some fine-tuning, it will be beautiful.

And so I play, for minutes or hours I do not know. My mind is lost in the music, too distracted to notice the form that creeps up behind me. Only do I notice once I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to them, the beautiful Yuu that has captured my heart. Smooth skin that brushes against mine, caresses and gentle touches. Their hands that grace me like I am some delicate flower, yet also someone to be held.

Fingers that mould against my cheek, a palm that warms my cold body. Their hands play the role of my mask, holding me so protectively. In their hands I feel safe, something in which I am not used to. Perhaps I never will be. For as I let myself lean into the touch and enjoy the warmth, I feel something is wrong. I move faster than I have ever let a human see before, my hands reaching for my hood. Atop my head, which is usually hidden by a hood made of silk. But now as I reach to check if it is still in place, I find it to be missing. Instead, my hands find the smooth surface of my horns, cold to the touch, usually hidden.

An instant dread fills my heart, for a moment all I can see is red. For I had trusted them, I had trusted the child of man and it was a mistake. A mistake that I will have to pay for, it seems. All I can do now is wait for them to scream and run away, or beg for mercy. I was foolish for thinking them different, of course, they are not. All humans are the same, curious little creatures. They seek to know what is not their right to know, with no mind of consequences.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” The rage in my mind unlike any other, for I had trusted them. Had this been anyone else, I would have been saddened yes, but it would not have hurt. With them this feels like a betrayal, for they are dear to me. So hopefully they will forgive me for cursing, for yelling and frightening them. For even if they angered me, no person should be belittled like that.  Perhaps they are wrong in what they have done, but so am I. That is something I realise as I see the look on their face. The fear written across their face, written in every one of their tears. 

“Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle…” Explosive anger that is turning into sombre whispers and saddening thoughts. For I hurt them, I hurt the child of man, my muse. I hurt my Yuu, my Yuu Daaé. 

I am so lost in my self-wallowing thoughts that I barely notice the hesitant hands that help me put up my hood, as I struggle to do so myself. Yet again I am stricken with the feeling of guilt, as I see the way they try to help. They truly meant no harm, that much I can see. That much I should have seen from the start, for I know they are kind. Oh, so very kind.

“Who seems to be a beast but secretly dreams of beauty…” My voice wanders off, as I try to find a way to apologise, to find the right way to express everything in my mind.  Yet, instead of finding an apology, other words seem to leave my mouth. My lips spelling out the letters and my tongue pushing them past my teeth. I tell them we should get them back, as I know they can’t possibly wish to be around me any longer. Who would want to be around such a monster? Who would want to stay near the infernal beast that I am?

I help them to their feet as I prepare for us to leave. They should go back home, and far away from me. I want them to be safe, truly I do. More so than that, I know staying around me is not anywhere near safe. They must know that too. If they did not know that before, they certainly do now.

“Those fools who run my theatre will be missing you.” I try to encourage them, as they make no move to leave. It would be too selfish of me to make them stay, I know that. So why are they making no move to leave? 

The way they watch me, at first I thought it to be a look of fear. But now, now I see it is something else. Their gaze that screams pity. Sorrow is etched into their very essence as they stare.

Their hand that grasps mine is soft, a shock that runs through my body stopping me from pulling away. A shiver that runs down my spine, as they say words I have never heard before. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

One Love One Lifetime

Yuu 1st person

The words I speak are the truth, despite the suddenness of them. And if my words do not convince him, then I hope my actions do. For I hold him close, his hands in mine. I let him see me for who I am, and not who he thought I was before. Yes, I did something bad. I should not have pulled down his hood when he was so obviously hiding something, yet I could not help it.

But his reaction told me everything I needed to know, I had gone and ignored a boundary that should have been respected. For that, I will feel internally bad. He holds my heart so dear to him and yet when he gave his heart to me, I just dropped it like nothing. But even though I know I was in the wrong, it does not seem that he thinks so. In fact, the guilt I see in his eyes is practically eating me alive. So I speak the words of forgiveness, for I truly do forgive him. I forgive him for getting mad, not because I believe he’s at fault though. Because I believe it is what he needs to hear.

“But please, forgive me. If anyone is at fault, it is I.” My whispered apology is met with soft silence, looking up and into his eyes, regret filling every fibre of my body. I let one hand trail up to hesitantly cup his cheek, feeling his cold skin meld against mine. It seems that he still holds my heart, keeping it safe from danger. Even the danger that is me.

“You trusted me and I… I broke that trust. For your forgiveness I am unworthy, yet I will still pray you try to forgive me.” I have never been one to beg, yet for a moment I consider it. But despite my thoughts, it seems he holds mercy dear. For his face seems to soften, almost lighting up. A small tug at the corner of his mouth, before it returns to its usual solemn state. Despite this, I know he is not mad. Perhaps he is not even sad. I let my spirits get lifted at this thought, as I properly look at him again, taking in the beauty he holds.

Why would such a man ever trust me? Let me near him, sleep in his bed? How could I ever be enough to someone as perfect as him?

“Forgiveness is not something you should ask for, child of man. It is something that has already been given a long time ago.” The voice that is his echoes throughout the room, yet what should sound ominous only sounds like peace to me. For I was finally given peace, knowing he did not hate me. I can't help myself from throwing my arms around him, embracing his taller form. I could feel him almost freeze in my hold. But as I begin to pull away, realising my inappropriate act, he pulls me against him. His arms surround my body tightly like he fears that should he let go, I will disappear.

“I have one final question for you.” The drip of water almost drowning out his voice, making it hard for me to hear, with how low his voice is. Yet I manage to hear his every word. Just one question, I wonder. For I would answer a million, should he ever have that many to ask. Yet I do not deny his request, instead waiting for him to tell me what he wishes to say. I do not know what he wishes from me, but I would say yes to anything. For when he is there, nothing is impossible.

“Will you reach the final threshold and stay with me? That’s all I ask of you, my muse.” His voice but a whisper, yet it still reaches my ears. I can tell he doubts if it is a good idea to ask, yet he does it anyway. For a second I find it brave. My eyes go wide as I pull back to see his face, once I finally register what he said. I needed to see if he meant this, if he truly meant every word he said, or if he was playing some cruel joke. Yet what I see is not the face of amusement or mischief, instead it is one of unsure seriousness. It’s a nervous face, yet not a single twist of his expression shows any cruelty.

A soft smile spreads across my lips as I look up at him, realising he means it. He must truly wish for it. And I can not help but consider every option I have. He means so much to me. He has been there for me for so long, teaching me the art of music like no other. He gave back life to me, he gave back a joy I thought I had lost that day I watched my father get lowered into the ground. So perhaps I am a bit selfish to want to stay, perhaps I am a bit selfish to wish to leave everyone behind for him, but it didn’t sound bad. In fact, it sounded like what I needed more than anything else.

“My Angel, I love you. Say the word and I will follow you.” Whispers of love flow through the night, like music. Small little melodies that take flight. So when he utters the words, words of love and admiration, I let myself be swept away by his charm. My hand gently tilts his head down to meet me, as I stand on my toes to meet his lips.

Such a small touch yet such a meaningful act. Two bodies touching so gently, so lost in the love for the other. A kiss so full of devotion, hands coming to grasp at the other, fearing they’ll otherwise get lost. What could be described as a dance for others, is like a song for us. The music is silent yet there, every note and melody so evident in every movement and touch. Soft lips pressed against soft lips, breath coming short. 

But now, as I stand here, I realise he may not be the angel I used to see. Perhaps he is, but there is something to him that tells me other stories.

He is my angel, yes. My Angel of Music. But he is also so much more. For as our lips part and his hood falls down, he does not try to hide his horns. And as my eyes catch his and I see how pupils turn into slits, I know that he is no angel. But that changes nothing, for he is still my Angel of Music.

[yuunova-yundimiel-halfelven]

TWST THOUGHTS...

What if Yuu came from Middle-Earth? The world of Lord of the Rings.

What if they are a descendant of Aragorn and was born in the modern age of Middle Earth.

What if one of their parents originally came from Twisted Wonderland and got magically portalled to Middle-Earth and married a descendant of Aragorn.

Then when Yuu was born, another war took over Middle Earth, taking their parents' lives. Yuu is then hunted by the enemy but was hidden by their relatives until they were 16, then Gandalf comes to tell them of Yuu's otherworldly lineage and accompanies them to the portals where their parent came from.

And that's how Yuu ends up in Twisted Wonderland.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

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Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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[aihaloos]

Tempted to write a replaced au twst fic where Yuu (or alternatively, I'll use my Yuu, Riyuu, who is basically who I'm writing this for) used to be the cutest girl around, the cheery one who's always around everyone, the one you can't seem to dislike even if your crush falls for her because she earnestly says sorry (even though it's not her fault) and will always help you out if you need her back in her old school. But one day, a new girl comes around and her whole reputation got destroyed. She helps the new girl adjust, tells her all the rumours and introduces her to all the popular kids. But the girl ends up backstabbing her, telling the popular girls rumours about how she intentionally plays up the act to steal their crushes to her, and lies to the boys, telling them she's just playing with their hearts and that she's a horrible person.

Yuu ends up alone and excluded, being seen as "annoying" and only having a few close friends who doesn't really interact with her in public in fear of their reputation being ruined. She ends up miserable at school, and wishes to not go anymore. But one day comes a saving grace, she gets whisked by a mysterious black carriage into Twisted Wonderland, or more specifically, Night Raven College. She doesn't mind working if it meant she doesn't have to deal with her old school, there was still 1 and a half years left of school and she doesn't want to deal with all ghe group projects to be assigned that will inevitably end with everyone not wanting to team up with her. Plus, as annoying Grim is, he's like the animal friend all of the anime and storybook protagonists she knows has, and she doesn't mind him too much.

Some things did change after she and Grim got officially enrolled, but she had no problem adapting to the social expectations of the world, part time jobs with Sam -- and occasionally the canteen -- paid enough to get her tools for cooking basic but delicious food, and new friends without the weight of her past helped her get settled comfortably.

The existence of Overblots stunned her for a bit, but a peek into Riddle and Leona's memories helped her understand the concept, even if just a little. However, things began to change eerily simlarly to her old school when a new girl comes, also in a similar position to her, getting transported to a new, unfamilliar world, and seemingly hailing from a similar world to the Earth she knows. She warmly welcomes her, eager to finally befriend another girl, but it seems that the girl does not share the same enthusiasm.

The girl only barely responds to Yuu's attempts at forming a friendship, and always seems to talk her in a condescending way, and often dismisses her, and especially so whenever there are any boys around.

Yuu will not deny any statements claiming she's an attention seeker or that she plays up her sweet innocent girl act, but she knows to never, ever sacrifice a bystander for it. But if someone insists on war with her... well that's another, different story. She's learnt her lesson of being overly optimistic, and she will not make the same mistake twice. She will not let her make her life a living hell more than it already is with Crowley's irresponsibleness.

Aaand thus begins the story. Or well, however you wanna continue it. I'm honestly in favour of most Housewardens (Kalim, Vil, and Idia in particular. I'll put my reasoning in a few paragraphs down) Adeuce, Tweels, and Ortho for team Yuu. Why?

Well, first of all, Adeuce. This is mostly because the duo is like. with Yuu since Day 1, as much of a bitch as Ace is, I think those two are the most likely to trust and know Yuu well enough to not believe the lies R (< Replacer) tells. Especially Deuce, he doesn't want to betray a friend he knew for quite a while, that would not be very honor student-like of him!! And she helped him out in a lot of situations too! He doesn't want to hurt you after all the trouble you go through to help him, and also knowing how horrible your living conditions are. Ace would most likely give in to peer pressure if the student body is overwhelmingly in favour of R, but as of now, he maybe enjoys your company just a bit more than R. Just a bit, promise.

Tweels I feel like is self-explanatory. Those two are perceptive as fuck istg it scares me. Jade especially. I feel like the two would just toy with R for a bit despite her facade and lies before dropping her after she bothers them for attention and favours one too many times.

(Ortho ties in with Idia so I'll explain him in Idia's paragraph)

Kalim is actually very emotionally intelligent. He can come off annoying and stupid, but from all the scenes I see of him, he's actually really good at dealing with people. Have you seen how he deals with the Scarabia residents after Jamil's OB??? The way he phrases his sentences?? He didn't force or even plead with them to forgive Jamil, he simply asks them to wait before making permanent judgements, and I think he's gonna be uncomfy with how condescendingly R talks to Yuu, and even if he's used to people going after him for money, I feel like R mostly eyeing him for money and how she "secretly" sighs in annoyance everytime she goes out of the party for a "bathroom break" will only solidify his dislike/discomfort, even if he doesn't show it.

Vil is also kind of self-explanatory if you read into his character and not just the shell the official English localization makes for him. (I could rant for hours about how the official tl portrays his character istg. He's hardworking and he actually didn't attempt to poison Neige out of pure jealousy, he did it because he felt like all his efforts to be beautiful will never be able to surpass Neige, who, in his eyes, always seemed to be innocent and naturally beautiful. He feels like the villain in Neige's story. He feels like he is reduced to what he often plays as, a snobbish, overconfident villain obsessed with overthrowing the hero. And because of it, it became a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy, pushing him to, in a fit of despair, be that same villain everyone sees him as.) I really don't think he will take well to R's condescension to Yuu, who genuinely wants to befriend R. (I actually have a whole thing in my head where Yuu and Vil occasionally have sleepovers where they do skincare together after the whole VDC thing happened. I feel like this is also a "vent sesh" of sorts for the both of them, just to air out their grievances without much seriousness, and I think Yuu would admit to wanting a fellow girl in the school that she could befriend, since no matter what, being the only girl can be exhausting.) Ik Vil's not a girl but he is such a girls' girl istg.

Idia... this mostly ties into Ortho and The STYX Incident, but like,, I think we can all agree on this one,, Idia is smart and capital V Very pessimistic. Would you rather trust the girl you've known for a while, who saw your memories, who helped you in awkward social situations when she can and is besties with your brother or some random new girl who trash talks said girl behind her back? The former, right? Plus, even if Yuu did only hang out with him and his brother because she likes to secretly laugh at him behind his back, there's mo guarantee R wouldn't do the same, given his experience. And he would rather have someone who actively helps him and his brother out than someone who wouldn't.

I didn't put Malleus in because of how canon him actually treats Yuu. I feel like the fandom kind of put on rose-tinted glasses on with his character, and kind of ignored some things like, idk... him just leaving them to fend for themselves homeless during Octavinelle... maybe he thought Crowley would offer them a place to stay but like... I'm still bothered by how didn't atleast offer a spare room in Diasomnia. He's a housewarden goddamnit. He's not as distant or scary as the rumours say but like. still rubbed me the wrong way.

Anyways I don't think my attention span will let me write it to completion so if anyone likes this and wants to write it feel free. Pls tag me if you do tho. I would love to read it :3

[chizramue]

Twst x Mlp crossover

Fluttershy in Pomefiore

I love flutterbat too had to make fluttershy half fae

Inspo from @stupidneko

[the-great-empress]

Incorret Quotes twst x om

The Prince of Barbatos

Grim: *Enters Barbatos' kitchen* Oi! Barbatos! Is there anything to eat?

At the vast kitchen table was a terrified and silent Barbatos staring at a corner of the room, Grim turned his gaze to where the butler was looking, there was a small and cute mouse.

Grim: Oh right, Mc told me that you were terrified of rodents *uses his magic to throw the mouse out of the castle* That will be enough, Nyahg!?

Barbatos: *Huged Grim tightly* My prince

Grim: Nyahg!?