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quimichi · 9 months ago

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I Read Your Twisted Wonderland 'When You Wake Him Up With Nonsense" and Wanted To Ask If We Can Get One With The Staff(With Staff!Reader) and RSA(With RSA!Reader)? 🥺

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Love You❤️ And Have a Great Day!

"=⌕ YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE / pt. 2

⌕ pt. 1 here

warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those

summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense

characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader

word count: 1,995

a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!

Chenya

The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.

"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.

He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.

Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.

His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.

"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."

Neige

The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.

"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.

"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.

"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...

Rollo

He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.

"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.

But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.

"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.

He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?

Crowley

He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.

"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.

"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.

He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.

Crewel

As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.

All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..." Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.

"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."

Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath. "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.

"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"

Trein

(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)

It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.

"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."

Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.

"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.

When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."

Vargas

Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.

"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.

"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.

It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...

Sam

"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"

"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.

He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.

"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.

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dotster001 · 8 months ago

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When You Escape Him; Non NRC

Summary: Yandere Neige/Chenya/Rollo/Najma x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: these are probably the tamest of the crew, yandere content, probably ooc but we know so little about these guys, Rook's an ass, gaslighting/manipulation, restraints, Rollo's darling is on their last straw, Stockholm syndrome

A/N: I was gonna include Najma, but she's so pretty, she could do whatever she wanted, and I'd be like, "whatever you say, babygirl." Anyways...I did not include her here...for reasons....

Edit: I am a dumbass. I figured out how to write a Najma part.

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You'd gotten an invitation to Rook's estate in the Sunset Savannah.

Rook had basically become your son's godfather, though you had to doubt his motives. At first that is.

You'd been suspicious. Of course Rook would want to raise up the next Neige le Blanche. Your son was the spitting image of him, but with the added “bonus” of having your “radiant, glowing eyes.” You couldn't help but worry that Rook was helping you because he wanted to be the one to help polish and prepare the one who would grow up to be the fairest of them all.

Your suspicions had faded over time, as he seemed to be taking a hands off approach, opting to send money, buy food and clothes, and play pretend dad if someone asked questions. He'd visit twice a year, expressing his excitement to simply play fairy godmother to the boy.

Then one evening, long after your son had gone to sleep, you'd sat late into the night talking in front of Rook's grandiose fireplace. The both of you had inched closer and closer, until he'd taken your chin in his hand, and was whispering against your lips.

“I've always loved your eyes. I'd always hoped that it would be my son you'd share them with.”

You laughed dryly. “Perhaps in another universe, there's a boy who looks like Rook Hunt, who has my (e/c) eyes.”

“I hope that Rook treasures him as much as I treasure S/N and his parent. Perhaps you can make the transgression up to me, by allowing me to dote on you, and continue to help raise your son.”

It had been a night where, despite not having drunk anything, you'd felt intoxicated: on eachother, and the firelight, and promises for the future. The next morning, you'd both agreed it was best to proceed as usual. Perhaps, as time went on, you would fall into something naturally. You weren't far off as it was.

A month later was when you'd gotten the invitation to his estate.

Your son was excited as always. And when you'd arrived, Rook had told you he had set up a tea party for you. The door opened, and a pair of arms were wrapped around you.

“Oh my sevens, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You stiffened, but didn't have time to react as Neige pulled away, and got down on your son's level, cupping his cheeks, and cooing softly. The static in your ears was preventing you from understanding anything he was saying. But you were the only one out of the four people in this room who was not smiling.

Neige pushed a lock of your son's hair back, and gave him a tearful smile, and you watched as your son skipped out the door. You felt Rook's hands on your shoulders, and it brought you back to earth. He gently directed you to one of the two chairs of the tea party you had been promised. You sat with a thud as Neige took the one across from you.

You looked up at Rook, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He reached out, and gently brushed one away.

“Do not cry, Mon Trickster”

“Why?”

He smiled softly, yet still had the decency to look heartbroken.

“I cannot stand between soulmates. You can't let true love escape, for someone like me.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Just give him a chance. The beauty the two of you create together is not something I can allow to get away.”

And then he left the room, shutting and locking the door behind him, as you stared at Neige, who practically had hearts in his eyes. He reached across the table and gently took your hand, stroking the back with his thumb.

“I missed you both. So much.”

You bit your lip unsure of what to say.

“Listen, I know I've made some mistakes, but,” he sniffled a little, “I want you back. Please, give us another chance.”

“I don't think-”

“I'm so much better than I was! I hurt you, I know, but I'm not that person anymore.” He got up from his chair, and knelt before you, pressing your hand to his heart.

“I swear on everything I love that I will never hurt you again. I'll be less controlling. I won't fly off the handle. I won't give you the silent treatment when you have to talk to someone who isn't me. Please.”

He knew his crimes. That was a pretty huge step. And as you stared into his pleading eyes, you remembered how much you used to love this man. He seemed so earnest.

Maybe you could learn to love him again.

“And what if you're lying?” You asked, hoarsely.

“I'm not.”

“A-a trial period. That's all I'll agree to.”

He looked ecstatic as he jumped up, and wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you. I promise to never make you cry again.”

You believed him. Just like you'd believed him everytime he made you pretty promises.

But, maybe this time…

“Oh. Hey Y/N. Meow's it going?” Chenya said as though him shopping at the supermarket you always shopped at wasn't about to send you spiraling.

He reached past you, grabbing the bag of chips on the shelf next to you. You didn't dare move. Sudden movements made him excited. You'd sent your kids to grab something you'd forgotten in the frozen food aisle. You prayed it would take him a while to find it.

“Nya, you have nothing to be a scaredy cat about. I'm just here to shop,” he said with a wide smile, grabbing another several bags of chips. “See, I have a mew family. With an even more purrfect son.”

“Oh, well good for you, Chenya. I'm happy for you,” you said, quickly turning your cart so that you could run if you had to.

He looked at you, face blank. “So, I don't need you anymore.”

“That's so great. I'm happy for you,” you took a step back, trying to decide if you should call someone over, just in case he decided to be wild, just to fuck with you one more time.

“I'm glad. So leave me alone. M’kay?” He said, his face still uncharacteristically blank.

“Sounds good.”

You slowly walked out of the aisle. Once you were out of his eyeline, you ran for your son, and grabbed his hand.

“Forget it, baby, we're just gonna go home,” you whispered.

“But why?” He whined, begrudgingly putting the ice cream sandwiches, that you definitely didn't ask for, back on the shelf.

“I forgot my wallet at home,” you explained, but he didn't seem to be listening. He slowly pointed slightly behind you. Then you felt a tail wrap around your middle.

You looked over your shoulder, but as usual there was no body attached to the tail. You held back a groan. The only way to deal with him was to give him nothing.

“Nya, you were supposed to get insanely jealous!” He whined, and you felt his rough tongue lick up and down your neck, possessively.

“You said you were happy, and that you didn't need me,” you reminded, trying to subtly give your son the eye signal. You'd established it about a year ago. If you gave him that signal, it meant he had to get a grown up to help. Chenya was too unpredictable, so you had to hope that if your son got away, he would actually get help, or he'd be taken care of by a family far away. He turned on his heel, ready to walk, not run, down the aisle, when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Chenya 's face hovered above the both of you, clearly upset.

“Where are you going? Bad kitties get bites,” he warned. Your son, who was not related to Chenya, unfortunately had the same feline features and instincts. Upon hearing that warning, his ears drooped, and he looked down at the floor, whimpering.

“Aw! So pwecious! Papa will forgive you!” The tail around you disappeared, as Chenya recorpperated himself before your son, happily squishing his cheeks, and nuzzling their noses.

“Uh, who are you?” Your son asked nervously, looking at you as though you'd have a logical answer.

“That's-”

“Didn't you hear the first time? I'm your papa!” Chenya giggled happily, as he squeezed your son in a hug.

“This man is scary,” he whimpered.

“Chenya, let's just have a chat-”

His eyes turned to you, and you couldn't fight back a gasp. The anger in his face was something you'd never seen before.

“No. No more chats. No more discussions. No more, ‘let’s take a break's’. We are going home right now.”

He floated over to you, his face less than a centimeter from yours. “And, this time, you are going to stay put. Or the baby kitten is gonna be all mine to raise. I don't think you'd like that very much.”

Your door shattered into a million pieces. And there he was, holding his staff, and looking very displeased with you.

He held out a hand, clearly expecting you to take it.

“Come.”

You simply sat there, too shocked to even blink, let alone process the command. The fact that he'd found you, meant you were already fucked. Taking his hand would have lessened whatever “purification” punishment he had cooked up for you in your twelve year absence. But you were too shocked.

“How-”

“If you have enough brains to ask questions, then you know you should take my hand, and come home. Before I get angry.”

“We should talk about this-” you began, but cut yourself off as his eyes flashed angrily.

“You had plenty of chances to talk about it. But you chose to act like a child, and run away from your problems.” His staff started to glow, and you swore you saw fire in his eyes. “You have one last chance. Come.”

You stood slowly, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to burn your apartment to the ground, just to make a point.

“S/N is asleep in his room,” you said, taking a step in that direction.

“We're leaving him.”

“What!”

“He was supposed to teach you how to behave. Instead he caused you to be foolish, and run from me.”

“Wait, Rollo, you can't be ser-”

“The child is obviously a distraction. So, he has no use for us.”

You stared at him, and then ran for your son's room. Rollo quickly caught you around the middle, dragging you towards the exit.

“You can't do this!” You shouted, trying to wrestle from his firm grip. “That's my son!”

“One of your neighbors will see the broken door, and take him in. He is not your son anymore.”

You screamed, and struggled, but, for some reason, none of your neighbors even opened their doors to investigate. He dragged you all the way to his car, no one stopping him. He threw you in, quickly tying you down, before beginning the drive back home.

You continued to scream at him, calling him inhuman, a monster, how dare he separate you from your son? How could he care so little? Your son looked like him, for hell's sake!

“I told you. That boy was a means to an end. And he failed at that end. So I have no use for him. And neither do you. You'll soon forget.”

You snapped at him, and he groaned.

“Oh, just shut up for five minutes,” he muttered, and you found you no longer had your voice.

Ooh, you were steaming. When you had your voice back, you'd let him have it. Then again, so would he. He'd throw you straight into your punishment, which would probably get worse when he realized your son had been manifesting signs of magic, meaning you needed to be “cleaned”.

But, at this moment, you realized something.

If you had to kill this man to get your son back, you were pretty sure you now had the resolve to do it.

You hesitated a moment, before knocking on the front door. You heard shouting inside, then were greeted by Jamil opening the door. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes widening. Then he groaned, and rolled his eyes.

"Najma, you can relax now. They're back!" He shouted into the house. You winced as you heard her squeak. She came running for you, wrapping her arms around you and her son.

"You gotta start taking better care of your things," Jamil warned her.

"Shut up," she muttered into your neck.

"I'll go tell Kalim to call off the search party," Jamil mumbled, walking past the both of you.

"I'm sorry, baby," you whispered, tears springing to your eyes.

She pulled back, her face furious.

"What the hell, Y/N? You scared me half to death. Where did you go? Why did you leave?" She snapped.

You sniffled, more tears flooding your eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know. I just got very scared for a moment. So I ran. I don't know why. I'm so so sorry."

She stared at you for a moment, before she sighed heavily.

"This may be partly my fault," she muttered, but you shook your head. How could this possibly be her fault? She was perfect!

She gently took your son from your arms. You reached back over to take him back, unsure why your stomach was turning, but she softly smiled at you.

"It's alright, Y/N. Come inside."

She walked in, and for some reason your feet felt like lead as you followed her.

"I know exactly what I did. It's not your fault, love," She smiled at you sweetly, but you were doubtful. Didn't you just run with your new son, filled with unspeakable terror, out of nowhere?

She laid your son in the basinet she'd gotten for the living room, then took a seat on the couch, tapping the space next to her. You quickly joined her, laying your head in her lap as she caressed your cheek.

"I thought you were far more adjusted, so I rushed us into the next step. You just weren't ready yet, and it clearly startled you. I'm sorry," she said, a regretful smile on her face.

"That's not true! I'm so ready. I love you and our son so much!"

Her eyes looked so sad, as she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"You don't even know," she whispered forlornly, before perking back up. "But, we'll work it out. We're in it now, the only thing to do is move forward!"

You felt lulled under by her gentle caresses, drifting off into a nightmare filled sleep. The last thing you saw, was a bitter expression on her face. Not that you'd remember it when you woke up screaming. You never did.

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kikyan · 4 months ago

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Leftovers

Cw: Yandere, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Spanking, Dumbification, Degrading, Sadism, Fingering, Oral (giving and it's forced), Trey forces you to call him big brother, Nasty, Spitting, Picture-Taking, etc. .. . (please let me know if I missed anything!)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Trey Clover X GN! Reader

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: This is an attempt to explore darker kinks and darker content than I usually write! The tags are listed above, so if this makes you uncomfortable, please skip them! I promise not all my content is like this but I just want to show that I CAN write nasty horny and fucked up shit like this, okay thank you enjoy!! :3

The cries of a child echoed through the small meadow and the rapid steps of another, to the source of the crying.

“Gosh, it’s not like you fell that hard!”

There in the meadow, were three children. One child had [color] and was sitting in the meadow, bawling their eyes out. Their knees were exposed, scraped, and bleeding. A child with short purple hair, all different shades, and choppy bangs. He was standing in the middle of the meadow; his eyes were staring at the crying child with annoyance. The last kid had short green hair, ruffled at the top, and wore glasses. He crouched down to the crying child shushing them in a soft caring tone.

“There [Reader], it’s okay. Here, let me help you up.”

“O-Ok. . .”

[Reader] took the hand, stifling their cries with sniffles and hiccups.

“It’s what you get for being clumsy, we told you not to run down the meadow, stupid.”

“Chenya! You’re not helping. Don’t listen to him, [Reader]. Let's get you cleaned up when we get to my house.”

“Thank you. . .Trey.”

“Of course, [Reader]. I’m always here for you. . .”

Chenya rolled his eyes and continued walking,

“Ugh, Trey is in love~! Whatever, I will leave you two if you don’t hurry up.”

Trey’s ears turned bright red and so did his cheeks,

“N-No I am not! I’m just a good friend, unlike you.”

He huffed out that last comment and turned to face [Reader]. His thumb went to the corner of their eyes, and he wiped their remaining tears.

“There, ready to head out?”

[Reader] nodded, they smiled and took his hand in theirs.

“Thank you, Trey.”

All three continued to their friend's house, Riddle Rosenhearts. Chenya walked ahead leaving Trey and [Reader] alone, hand in hand. Later that day, after playing with their friend, Chenya bid Trey and [Reader] a good night. Before leaving, he stuck out his tongue at [Reader] who returned the favor.

“You two, stop fighting. Anyways, see you tomorrow, Chenya.”

“Night Trey, night [Reader]. Don’t fall in your dreams either, [Reader].”

“Oh, shut up!”

Chenya left shortly after his small encounter, leaving Trey and [Reader] alone. Trey adverted his gaze and from the corner of his eye, saw [Reader] looking intensely at Chenya.

“[Reader], let’s go back to my house.”

“What for?”

“We still haven’t cleaned your wounds yet, remember?”

A scab had already formed on their knee, but he was right. They couldn’t disinfect it and after hearing Riddle’s talk about it getting infected and Chenya’s teasing about having to cut their leg off, [Reader] didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh okay, let’s go!”

Trey led them to his home and his mother greeted them at the door, they had noticed the wounds and expressed concern,

“Oh dear, here sit on the couch and I’ll be right back with the first aid kit.”

[Reader] did as they were told, and Trey’s mother returned shortly after with the kit. They grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads to disinfect.

“This might sting, Trey, hold their hand.”

Trey did that exactly and his mother applied alcohol, cleaning the wound. Once the pad made contact with their skin, [Reader] let out a hiss, and tears welled in their eyes. Trey quickly took notice and wiped them away with his free hand while squeezing the hand they were holding.

“There, all done.”

His mom said and made sure the band-aid was placed correctly with no lumps.

“You did good [Reader]. Trey, you’ve been looking after them, right?”

“Of course I have!”

“That’s good, would you like to stay for dinner, [Reader]?”

“Yes please!”

His family had gathered around the table to have dinner with [Reader]. After dinner, Trey, [Reader], and his siblings played for a while before getting ready for bed. Trey’s mother had called [Reader’s] parents and asked them if it was alright for them to spend the night at their house, which they agreed was fine. Since it was short notice, they couldn’t prepare a spare bed but were quick to accommodate.

“[Reader], do you mind sleeping in Trey’s bed?”

[Reader] shook their head. They did not mind sleeping in his bed, much less sharing it.

“W-well where would I sleep?”

Trey had turned to ask his mom who gave him a confused look.

“In your bed as well, Trey. Do you mind sharing a bed with [Reader]?”

Trey’s cheeks flushed pink, but he knew it was nothing different than sharing a bed with his siblings or friends, so he quickly got over his embarrassment.

“Then it’s settled, that is of course if it’s okay with you, [Reader]?”

“Of course! I don’t mind sleeping with Trey!”

Sleeping arrangements were finalized and the couple tucked both kids in, bidding them a pleasant night. [Reader] was sleeping on one side of the bed and Trey on the other, reminiscing about their day.

“I had so much fun today, Trey! I can’t wait to play with Riddle and Chenya again tomorrow! Even if he is a little mean. . .”

Trey’s expression softened at them and he turned his body sideways to face them.

“I’m excited to play with everyone again tomorrow but you know it’s not nice to fight with others, [Reader].”

“He started it! I didn’t do anything, Chenya is just a big old mean bully!”

[Reader] huffed in frustration, thinking back to the boy with the smug grin and his witty comments. Trey merely laughed at their cute, annoyed expression,

“Alright, if Chenya is a bully to you tomorrow I will say something but don’t fight with him anymore, okay?”

With a heavy sigh, [Reader] agreed.

“You’re very nice to me Trey, that’s why I love you a lot! Unlike Chenya, so that’s why I love spending time with you.”

Trey’s eyes widened at the confession and his cheeks flushed, staring at them in awe.

“Y-you love me. . .?”

“Of course, I do! You’re like my older brother, you’re nice and take care of me.”

Trey’s expression fell for a second before he chuckled and placed his hand on their head, ruffling their hair.

“I love you too, [Reader]. You’re like a younger sibling to me too. . .”

With that, the two fell asleep into a deep slumber where his parents would come to find them holding hands in their sleep.

Following the years to come, Trey and [Reader] had remained as close as can be. Both attended the same middle school and frequently had sleepovers, playdates, and events together. Everything was the same even when Trey and [Reader] got the letter of acceptance from Night Raven College. Both were excited to attend NRC and even more excited when they were both assigned to the same dorm, Heartslaybul. It was the beginning of their high school life, but there was only one problem. Cater Diamond. During their time at NRC, they met Cater Diamond who became best friends with them. Trey thought he was an interesting fellow who certainly was hiding something, but [Reader] was different. Instead, they were enamored with him. Cater was the responsible upperclassman who wasn’t afraid to loosen up a bit. It had been a small crush that wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, but someone like Trey who had practically lived with [Reader] all their life knew something was off. [Reader]’s crush was harmless because he knew Cater wouldn’t like them romantically. It still hurt to see [Reader] love him after all these years. It was okay though because Cater would never love them. . or so he thought.

They were in their third year and discussing the internships that they would be undergoing during their fourth year,

“So what did you pick Cater?”

“Nothing yet, I’m not sure what to do and now I’m even more confused after hearing everyone else. I guess everyone has their life planned out. . .”

Trey nodded but the two remained silent. The silence was cut short when Cater spoke up,

“I wonder what [Reader] is going to do. Maybe I’ll go to the one they pick, who knows.”

Trey perked up at the comment,

“Oh, why do you say that?”

Cater lazily turned to look at Trey and gave out a sigh,

“I know you’re very close to them Trey, but do me a favor. Don’t tell them what I’m going to tell you but I care for them. I think I like them.”

Trey’s breath hitched,

“O-oh really? What makes you say that. . .Cater?”

“They’re always near me and while that can be a bore to some it’s nice to know that there's someone in my corner. They’re honest and they’re not trying to suck up to me because they voice their feelings and aren’t afraid to call me out. I don’t need to keep up appearances or a persona with them. I can be genuine and I like that.”

Trey kept a stoic face, then awkwardly smiled. Hands scratching behind his head,

“I see. . .your secret is safe with me Cater. I will say this much, I’ve grown up with [Reader] and I swear if you hurt them-”

“I won’t. I would never dream of it and I certainly wouldn’t want to incur your wrath, Trey. So scary!”

Cater made a face before the two shared a small laugh. If only Cater knew that Trey wasn’t joking and was plotting against him at the very moment.

Trey aimed to prevent [Reader] and Cater from being alone. Cater wouldn’t confess his feelings towards [Reader] if others were looking. Despite being flashy and always posting, Cater valued his privacy. Right now [Reader] was missing but Trey was certain where to find them. Cater had his music club right about now and knowing [Reader], they were probably in the clubroom with him. Trey made it to the room only to see Lilia and Kalim talking.

“Trey!”

“Oh, good afternoon Trey. Are you looking for Cater?”

“Kalim, Lilia, you could say that. Is Cater around? Looks like Riddle wants us back to dorm stat.”

A white lie, that was all.

“Oh, well you’re just in luck! They’re already heading back to the dorms!”

Kalim voiced, making Trey question his verbiage.

“They?”

“Oh! [Reader] was here too, they both just left. They looked happy and were chatting about something.”

Lilia clarified for Trey.

Kalim smiled and turned to Trey,

“I’m so happy for Cater. Make sure to say congratulations Trey!”

“Congratulations. . .?”

Lilia sighed,

“Kalim, not yet. He hasn’t asked!”

Trey felt a sigh of relief wave over him, but he had to intervene one way or another.

“ Oh, I see! Sorry, but I must get going before Riddle has my head. See you guys around.”

Trey bid his farewells and walked back to the hall of mirrors, Kalim and Lilia both bid him a farewell. At this point, Trey was running, if they had just left then they might still be at the hall of mirrors that was filled with students returning from their clubs like them. If that was the case, there was still time! Once he got to the hall of mirrors, he panicked as they were nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to his dorm and thought, if Cater were to confess, where would he go? Luckily he didn’t need to rack his brain for long, as Ace and Deuce were lounging about.

“Ace, Deuce! Sorry, but have you guys seen Cater? I need to speak to him.”

“Oh, hey Trey! Yeah, we saw him not too long ago. He was talking to [Reader] and they were heading to the dorm rooms. They left the lounge area like about. . .3 minutes ago?”

Deuce answered his question, but his response did not soothe Trey.

“I see, well thanks! I’ll be heading out now, if you see him or [Reader], could you shoot me a text?”

“Yeah, we got it.”

Ace and Deuce nodded, turning back to what they were doing initially. Trey began to head to the dorm rooms and once he reached their area, he saw Cater and [Reader] standing in front of Cater’s dorm room.

“I recommend checking out this artist, all their music is super good and I’ve been trying to get Lilia and Kalim to do something similar with me but it’s no use. Those two just don’t get it.”

Cater sighed and held a face of disappointment, but perked up when he heard [Reader] chuckle.

“Well, Lilia likes metal and wants to add screams to everything and Kalim just loves music that he wants to add every kind of beat and instrument. I’m sure you guys could make your own version, but I’ll check out their music!”

Cater smiled and turned to them,

“[Reader] I-”

“Cater! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Trey arrived at the right time, cutting Cater off and from making a mistake.

“Oh, Trey. . how can I help?

Cater’s gentle smile that for [Reader] turned forced and strained, like a ‘hey can’t you see I’m doing something, the hell do you need’. Cater had told Trey his plans to confess soon, but he figured he would be able to read the room to see what he was planning on doing.

“Hey, [Reader]. . .sorry Cater I didn’t want to bother you but Riddle wants to speak to you. Says it’s an emergency.”

At the mention of their housewarden, Cater sighed and gave an anxious smile.

“Well, if Riddle wants to speak to me who am I to say no? Sorry, [Reader] but I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting Cater!”

Cater waved them goodbye and turned to walk towards Riddle’s dorm room. The moment Cater was out of sight, Trey turned to [Reader].

“Are you going back to your room? I can walk you.”

“Oh, yes I was, and sure, I’ll take you up on it.”

Trey walked [Reader] to their room and made light conversation on the way. Once they arrived, [Reader] thanked Trey and then asked for help on a subject.

“You want me to tutor you?”

“Yes, please! If Riddle were to see my last potion’s exam score he would surely have my head! Professor Crewel is letting me retake it and I can go in on Friday, but I need help!”

Trey thought back to all the time he spent tutoring [Reader] and hanging out with them after school, how could he say no?

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with. I’ll help. Let’s go to my room though, I think I have some old workbooks in there.”

“Thank you, Trey! I’ll make it up to you!”

[Reader] went inside their room to collect their materials and then headed over with Trey to his dorm room. He invited them in and sat on a desk chair while he walked around to find his study materials. Curiosity got the better of him despite already knowing the answer,

“So, what did Cater want to talk to you about? You guys seemed. . .close.”

“O-oh, nothing important. Just some club stuff, they’re planning on performing at a school event but aren’t sure what to play so he just wanted a second opinion.”

“I see. . Well here are the books. What do you say we get to studying?”

After a while, 48 minutes to be exact, [Reader] was still struggling.

“So, when these two mix they don’t cause a reaction?”

“No, because if you see here in this example-”

After explaining it for a minute, [Reader] still looked at Trey in confusion, who just sighed a their expression.

“Okay, we can review again. I don’t want to overwhelm you with information when it seems you’re deep in thought. Anything you want to talk about it?”

Trey offered an ear to what he assumed was a problem.

“Hey Trey, can I be honest?”

“ Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Well. . .I’ve had a crush on Cater for a while and sometimes, I feel like he knows or feels the same way. He sometimes says things where they could be meant for friends but they linger in my thoughts and I think maybe he likes me. He’s your best friend, has he ever mentioned anything about me?”

“Well-”

Trey tried to respond but was cut off by [Reader].

“It's just, I like Cater. I think he’s an amazing person who listens to others around him and he is always there to help! He is super easy to talk to and wants to make the most of his school life you know? He is like a safe space where I can talk about things I feel embarrassed to confess to another, I know that deep down he won’t open up as fast as another and he’s hiding behind something. Some might think it’s annoying, being friends for three years but still not knowing how the other truly feels or thinks. I trust Cater will open up when he wants, and I’m okay with that. I want to support him like he supports me. Sometimes I feel like, I found my soulmate here!”

Trey adverted his eyes and his once expressive face turned stoic. He was angry and tired,

“Shut the fuck up.”

“W-what?”

“I said, shut the fuck up! I’m tired of listening to you talk endlessly about Cater and how much you love him. It’s pathetic, you fell in love with someone who probably doesn’t know what they want or who they are. This whole time I. . .I’ve been here. I love you, [Reader]. What does Cater have that I don’t have?”

[Reader] stared at Trey with wide eyes and swallowed thickly.

“T-Trey. . .it’s not that Cater has something that you lack. It’s more like. . .oh how do I explain this, Trey, I don’t like you like that. To me, you’re more of an older brother, y’know? Someone I can depend on and ask for help; I don’t see you as a romantic partner.”

Trey just stared at [Reader] with serious eyes. His expression was stoic and gave off an eerie vibe. [Reader] adverted their gaze from his eyes, but what’s done is done. [Reader] was honest with their feelings and though it was awkward, they were sure that with time they could get back to what they had originally.

“Listen Trey, I’m sorry but I also didn’t want you to think differently, okay? I’ll go ahead and leave, feel free to reach out if you want.”

With that, [Reader] made their way to the door to his room. Trey remained silent but slowly moved his body to face [Reader’s]. He reached out and right before [Reader] opened the door, he slammed their head into the door. They were knocked out briefly, turning to look at Trey with fear written on their face.

“Trey. . .w-what are you. .?”

“I’m like an older brother, right? Well then, it’s my job to protect and prepare you for the real world ahead.”

Trey’s hands went to their neck, and they wrapped around tightly. Their back was still against his chest while their hands were trying to pry off his solid grip from their throat.

“T-Trey. . h-hurts-!?”

He led them to the bed, where he threw them without any remorse and immediately crawled above them. Now [Reader] was lying on the bed, his grip returning to their throat with his legs in between theirs. With their legs spread, his hands traveled to their crotch and began to touch, trailing his finger up and down. He leaned into their neck and his lips got closer to their ear.

“Does it feel good? Do you want more? Do you want you ‘big brother’ to make you feel good?”

His tone was condescending and playful, no doubt he took pleasure in causing them fear. [Reader] shook their head at his suggestion, but his hands were already wandering and slipped inside their bottoms. His fingers found themselves inside, touching their sex and rubbing their sensitive bits.

“No? You seem like you want it. . .you seem aroused.”

[Reader] squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on their ear but also at the feeling of his fingers playing with their sex.

“T-Trey. . .stop! I don’t w-want this. . .”

“Are you sure?”

He let out a light scoff, staring at their struggling form. He continued touching them but also tightened his grip on their neck. [Reader] was desperately flinging their arms around to try to hit him or make him loosen his grip, but to no avail. Trey was relentless.

“Look, can you feel my finger inside you?”

Trey’s finger pumped in and out of their hole, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. He struggled to thrust at a consistent speed as their hole clenched around his finger, no doubt trying to stop it from entering.

“You should really try to loosen up, [Reader]. It’ll hurt less, after all, ‘big brother’ doesn’t want to see you in so much pain.”

“T-trey get off me-!”

[Reader] yelled out, their hands slapping his face and arms to get him to release his hold. Trey did not show any remorse or intent on letting go, but he did. He let go of their neck and sex, before grabbing their face and shoving his fingers in their mouth. He made sure to reach the back of their throat to make them gag. After a while, his hand returned to their throat. Trey’s hands went to his own pants, and he undid the buttons and zipper. His hands reached into boxers, pulling out his cock. With the same hand, he gave it a couple pumps and smeared the pre-cum around the tip.

“You should really shut the fuck up, [Reader].”

Both hands returned to their face, thumbs prying their mouth open before he scooted closer to them, sitting on their chest. He made sure his crotch was near their face and his cock close to their mouth.

“I don’t think I have to warn you on what’ll happen if you bite, right?”

He glared down at them before shoving his whole dick inside. His hold on their head never loosened, but rather got tighter which was also helping with prying their mouth open. Trey didn’t have to worry about [Reader] biting, his grip had made it impossible for them to even attempt to close their mouth.

“A-ah. . .f-fuck! Your mouth feels so g-good. . .God, imagine how your insides would feel.”

Trey held no remorse; he thrusted inside their mouth at a brutal fast paced and hitting the back of their throat. Their tongue was unintentionally licking the vein running down the side of his dick and their throat was watering up, lubricating it as well. Drool ran down the sides of their mouth and their hands at this pelvis area trying to push him out of their mouth, but how could they when his whole-body weight was on them.

“I’m fucking close, gonna cum in your mouth. Don’t you want big brother’s milk inside of your mouth, huh [Reader]?”

Grunts and soft light moans left his mouth as he continued to thrust. Tears welled in [Reader]’s eyes and their hands bawled into fists, hitting his pelvic area.

“F-fuck c-coming-!”

Trey hit the back of their throat, spilling his cum inside. He pulled out to see the line of drool connecting their mouth and his dick, but also the cum that was spilling from the sides of their mouth. The sides of their mouth and cheeks were turning red, no doubt bruising from how hard he was gripping.

“God, just look at how hot you look. Cater doesn’t deserve to see this. . .only I get to see you like this.”

There was a flash that awoke [Reader] from their state of shock. Turning to see Trey grinning while holding their phone.

“Say cheese~”

He tossed his phone to the side and his hand went to their face, gripping their cheeks together and puckering their lips out. He gave their lips a kiss, even as far as opening their mouth and sticking his tongue inside. His tongue went over their tongue, licking up his own cum and their saliva. While he was making out with them, his free hand went back to their bottoms and tired prying them off. Removing their bottoms and undergarments, revealing only their naked bottom half and exposed sex.

Releasing them from the kiss,

“I would love to see your face as I fuck you, but I think for today, I’m fine without seeing it. Besides, your big brother has plenty of time to see your fucked out face. Now, let’s get you on all fours, [Reader].”

His tone was that of the Trey everyone knows, kind and gentle, but his words were laced with venom and ill intention.

“W-what n-no, let me go Trey!”

[Reader] scrambled to find an opening, anything to get them out of his grip. They began to crawl towards the edge of the bed, but Trey was quick to grab their torso and drag them back to the center. His hands went underneath and propped them up, head down ass up. His hands were digging into their hips, and he leaned to give their back small light kisses.

“Can’t you see how good ‘big brother’ has treated you all this time? How nice he’s been?”

“Trey! S-Stop this, w-why are you acting like this! Fuck, I just d-don’t like you like that-ha!”

‘SMACK’

Trey had smacked their ass cheek and visible irritation was starting to form.

“Don’t make me gag you, I want to hear you after all.”

Another smack was heard. Trey alternated sides, but still smacked their ass. A light sob could be heard from [Reader] with light moans and groans from the pain slipped out. Trey stopped for a moment, [Reader] momentarily thought he may have been done before feeling a painful stretch.

“Fuck. . .you’re fucking tight.”

“F-fuck!?”

[Reader] let out a pained curse and tried to regain their breath. Trey started off with a light thrust before increasing his speed. He was stretching their hole and fucking them at a brutal pace with no regard for their feelings. [Reader] had yet to adjust to his length and was clutching the sheets in his bed for some sort of distraction and relief. As he was thrusting into them, he was also spanking them as well, causing twice the pain.

“Ha, you think I like being the nice guy, huh [Reader]?”

They leaned their head towards the pillows on the bed to try to get relief, focusing on his words instead of his actions.

“F-fuck, h-ha. . .think I like being the one everyone looks up to? They’re so annoying, always fucking complaining about every little fucking thing. Cater, don’t get me started on him!”

‘SMACK’

“How did he ever get your fucking love? He’s always lying and adapting to everyone because he doesn’t even know who he is. He’s so fucking two faced, but what have I done? I’ve taken care of you and looked after you. When you had a problem who solved it? Huh, [Reader]!?”

‘SMACK’

When Trey did not hear a response, he spanked [Reader] harder and inched his hand closer to their neck, adding light pressure as a warning.

“I fucking said, who solved it!?”

“Y-you, Trey. . .”

“Yeah? Me? Just Trey? Ha. . .or was it your ‘big brother Trey’? Say it, bitch.”

“Y-you, ngh-! I-it was you, b-big brother Trey-ha fuck!”

‘SMACK’

“That’s right, it was me. . .’big brother Trey’. Want ‘big brother Trey’ to make you feel better, [Reader]? I’m only using you as my toy, my cumslut but I know you want to feel good too huh. . ?”

Whines and soft moans left [Reader’s] mouth as they adjusted to his length. His pace had slowed down a bit but was constant, hitting all the right places and angles.

“Y-yes. . .”

“Yes, what?”

They felt so disgusting and dirty having to say what he wanted them to say, but if they complied with him would he let them go?

“Y-yes, ‘big brother Trey’ m-make me f-feel g-good. . .”

Trey scoffed at them and let out a laugh,

“Did I break you already? No matter, sure, “big brother Trey” will make you feel so good [Reader]. . .”

Trey began to thrust deeper and harder into them, he had arranged the position of his hands for one to hold their neck in place and the other free hand wandering to their genitilia. Trey began to rub slowly; unlike the first time he touched them. Stroking and rubbing slowly, creating a slow pace but one that pleasure their most sensitive points the best. After the pain subsided, [Reader] began to feel pleasure, which did not go unnoticed by Trey. He quickens the pace in with his fingers, rubbing, stroking, and pinching their sex.

“You’re twitching. . .are you going to come, [Reader]?”

His tone was still condescending and filled with fake worry.

[Reader] nodded but whimpered when his grip tightened on their neck.

“Y-yes “b-big brother T-Trey’, c-coming!”

As they said that, they came, but Trey did not come.

“G-good, did that feel good? See how good ‘big brother Trey’ can make you feel?”

[Reader] nodded, they thought this was the end until Trey continued to thrust inside them still.

“W-wait-”

“I didn’t come yet, [Reader]. Don’t you want ‘big brother Trey to come inside you? To fill your insides up?”

Seeing as they already came, Trey removed his hand from their sex but neck, but positioned his hand back at their hip, with his free hand holding his phone and recording.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

Trey’s phone was pointed at [Reader’s] back, but also managed to get his cock mercilessly pounding into [Reader]. Their moans filled the room as well as the sound of flesh hitting each other. Overstimulated from their first release,

“W-want ‘b-big brother Trey t-to fill my insides, to c-come inside f-fuck! Ha! F-feel s-so good. . .”

With that, Trey gave one last final thrust before coming inside them. His cum filling them up and leaking from their plugged hole. He pulled out and angled his phone’s camera to their lower half, taping their exposed body and their cum filled hole. He stopped filming and leaned over their shoulder,

“Do you still consider me like your big brother, eh [Reader]?”

Cater was scrolling through Magicam tirelessly but then he got a message from Trey.

Trey: Hey Cater, are you hungry? Looks like I have some leftovers you can have.

Cater pondered for a bit, what could Trey possibly have made or ordered, but he stopped when he saw a video attached to another message.

“A video. . ?’

Cater clicked on it, curious at what the video was about since the surrounding background was dark in the video.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

#yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere trey x reader #yandere trey clover #yandere heartslabyul #yandere headcannons #yandere headcanons #yandere smut #dark content

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islandofsages · 10 months ago

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hi hi!! I would like to request the boys' (ill let you choose!!) reaction to gn!reader (Yuu) slipping on a banana peel and falling :D

characters: nrc + rsa students x gender neutral yuu

tags: relationship not specified, crack, imagines format

warnings: none

author's notes: i decided to go with this format bc it's fun :D and this is a fun prompt :DD sorry if this is too short but it is just pure crack so

Is genuinely concerned for you and rushes over to you to see if you need any help

— Trey, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Malleus, Silver, Sebek and Neige

Scolds you lightly for being clumsy but then extends a hand to help you up then tries to find the person who so ungraciously left a banana peel there

— Riddle, Leona, Jack and Vil

Laughs at you for a few seconds then helps you get on your feet

— Ace, Cater, Jade, Floyd, Lilia and Chenya

Helps you stand but then slips on the same banana peel himself

— Deuce, Azul and Grim

“L + ratio + gg loser + slipping on banana peels went out of trend years ago like what are you, a cartoon character-” you pull him down with you in the end

— Idia

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain level?” “Eleven.” “Then we should take you to the hospital immediately!” “Wait, I was joking, ORTHO WAIT-”

— Ortho

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #i am NOT tagging everyone #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #twst x gn!reader #twisted wonderland x gn!reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader

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yunarim · 11 months ago

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— LITTLE CAPRICIOUS CHRISTMAS | CHENYA X READER

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ summary : rsa and nrc are having conjoint christmas party within nrc walls. your crush, chenya, is also here to help you with decorations. everything's going smoothly until you both find a mistletoe — now this is where the chaos unfolds.

— characters : chenya x gn!reader, ace, deuce, grim

⌞tags⌝ : gn reader, pure fluff, everyone being a little silly

— w.c. : 2.8k

.ᐟ this is my christmas gift for a dear friend! hope you enjoy this silly thing i wrote literally at 5 am LMAO (local joke to add: a)

Your first Christmas within NRC walls appeared to be surely promising, leaving you in small splashes of genuine excitement. Knowing your friends’ reactions, you were ready for silly commentary on your sweet anticipation of the upcoming holiday (Ace’s capricious eye-rolling at you smiling widely after Crowley’s announcement that the Christmas this year is about to be huge — made you dismiss your friend’s oh-so-annoyed smile).

Still, you couldn’t even imagine that Crowley would suggest what he mentioned to be ‘joining forces with RSA’. You always found those little annoyed ‘ugh’s from NRC students when RSA was mentioned rather funny, not really caring about that entertaining confrontation between two schools. You genuinely enjoyed RSA students’ company, although not exactly noticing yourself that one particular person has been especially interesting to you.

Now that was very funny to your friends, your gentle oblivion and bunch of ‘What do you mean I’ve been staring at Riddle’s childhood friend with the name no one can pronounce?’. Not to mention you could pronounce his full name absolutely fluently.

Crowley said that the Christmas itself will be held in NRC, although RSA is coming to help with decorating. Not only that, Neige and Vil will perform on stage, which instantly caught Azul’s attention, inspiring Octavinelle students to start making preparations already — you could literally see numbers flashing behind Azul’s eyes.

RSA will be arriving today beforehand, but it was already quite lively around NRC with students making preparations already. You weren’t the exception, and now, following Ace and Deuce, you were carrying a huge box of Christmas decorations.

“It’s so nice to see someone being so excited for Christmas,” Deuce said, carrying two boxes in his hands, which appeared quite impressive to you, who barely managed to carry one, with decorations almost falling out. “I mean, refreshing even.”

“Are you referring to me?” You asked, the box popping in your unstable hold “I always loved Christmas back in my world. Imagine my reaction when I realized that it’s a thing here, too!”

“Refreshing, huh?” Ace replied, box with lights in his hands.

“Yuu’s reaction is certainly nicer,” you couldn’t see Deuce’s cheeky smile, but you knew it was there, spreading in his face.

“Ha! I just don’t get it — why spend Christmas with RSA? Have you seen their decorations? Who’d want teddy bears under their Christmas tree?”

“Teddy bears are cute,” you giggle, amused by Ace’s annoyance towards RSA, knowing he doesn’t really mean all the things he’s saying.

“Now say you’d want mistletoe to kiss under and we’ll call it a day.”

“H-huh?”

You startled, stumbling on your feet, and were ready to pretty much kiss the floor at this point, ruining the box with decorations you were carrying, but it never happened.

You feel a firm grip on your shoulders, preventing you from a not so graceful fall, and glance towards what - or rather who - helped you, catching familiar glimpses of pink and purple.

“Why hello, nya!~”

The smile on your face was quick to appear.

“Chenya-san!” You exclaimed, bowing slightly as you regained your position, ignoring little sighs from your friends. “Hello! When did you arrive?”

“Just nyaw,” he carefully took the box from your hands, and you could finally see what was happening around. “Where do we put this?”

“Ah, you shouldn’t have to!—“ Chenya only hummed at your reaction with amusement, so you allowed him to continue carrying your box. “Music club room.”

“Got it.”

You watched Chenya’s ears twitching every time you glanced at him, finding it adorable. Adorable to an extent you almost forgot that Ace and Deuce were also present, until Ace spoke.

“Alright, see ya later.”

“Oh?” You turned around and spotted Ace and Deuce stopping before another class. “Ah, yes. See you guys!”

You heard them discussing if you’ll manage to concentrate on decorating at all, but you preferred ignoring their little assumptions, and were quickly to return all of your attention to Chenya.

You opened the door to the music room, surprisingly not finding Kalim, Cater or Lilia there, and pointed where your new companion could place the box.

“Chenya-san, were you on your way to checking out Riddle and Trey? I must have startled you.”

“While I really was, they could wait~” He smiled, sending an unknown emotion to your heart. “Besides, it seems you need my help more than them, hm?~”

“Don’t worry, I can manage!” You smiled in response, but Chenya only started pulling decorations out of the box.

“I’ll help, nya. That’s why we arrived here in the first place, after all.” He took a garland and turned to you, jumping on the windowsill like it wasn’t a big deal. “So, chief, what would be the instructions? Where should I put it, nya?”

You giggled, certainly appreciating his help, and took a look at the room, pointing at the place where he can put the garland.

You took a Christmas tree decoration, placed it on the lower branch of the tree in the room, and the rest of the decorating process was pretty much relaxing, remaining in comfortable silence.

Occasionally you couldn’t help but throw your glance at Chenya. His figure almost floated when he jumped in the windowsills, reaching out for the ceiling to put something there. If you were a little bit more aware of your own gaze, you’d certainly notice how fixed yet gentle your eyes are on him. The only thought of you looking at him that much appeared funny — was it all Christmas that put you in that giddy silly state?

Another decoration, and you found that you almost finished. Chenya’s really handy, you thought, watching him pulling out the last one decoration and gasping at once.

A mistletoe.

“Now where should we put it?~” Chenya asked, turning to you and finding you becoming an incoherent cute mess. “Are you alright?”

“Totally,” internally you curse Ace for his stupid little remark about mistletoe. “How about right above the door?”

“If we are to imply that little tradition with kissing under a mistletoe…” Your stomach performed a sudden flip at his words, but you’re quite stunned to find it not unwelcome. “Sounds like fun! Maybe above the window though, nya?”

“I’m afraid not everyone has a habit of jumping off the window as a way of leaving the room like you do, Chenya-san.”

“I must say I don’t need doors or windows to enter at all~”

“Heh,” you smiled at him, sending a competition arising. “Above the piano then? Or better yet — the drums?”

“How about… sofa ~”

“Don’t feel like it, you demonstratively jumped on the sofa, as if testing if it’s the right place to put the mistletoe above.

“Inside the wardrobe,” you snorted at his suggestion.

“In the hall,” you continued throwing suggestions, opening the door and pointing out at the ceiling in the hall. “So that many people could see.”

You in turn couldn’t see him materializing behind you, the strands of his hair dangling from his head and brushing against your skin ticklishly as you lifted your head up to meet his gaze.

You couldn’t think of anything else beside how beautiful he was. Lively, whimsical, yet absolutely adorable and sweet — your mind raced, not being able to contain your excitement and causing blood to flow up to your cheeks, reddening them slightly.

Chenya either was too polite to not comment on that, or didn’t notice at all — though you questioned the second option. No way he didn’t.

“Most visitors will circle around the main stage,” Chenya started explaining, Christmas lights wrapped around his shoulders and lit with a touch of magic made him look exceptionally cute. “Not here in the halls, I think~ Now, the main entrance sounds like a fine idea to me!”

“Sounds like all of the NRC students would avoid approaching the main entrance then,” you chuckled and followed him into the hall, sneakily grabbing the mistletoe from his hands.

The little surprise on his face made you gulp, flush reaching your cheeks once more. Was it necessary to be so damn cute?

“Hmm~ Looks like we’ve set a competition of sorts, nya?” Chenya approached you, smiling, and took the mistletoe from you, chuckling at your surprised gasp. “The one who finds the best place to put the mistletoe — wins. How does it sound?”

“How do we decide what’s the best place when we already failed?” You tilted your head.

“Don’t know~” Chenya giggled. “However you find it fitting to yourself! If I like the place, then you win. If you like the place, I win.”

“That’s so nonsensical,” you admitted but didn’t dismiss the idea. It wasn’t even serious from the very beginning.

“We’re all a little nonsensical here,” his tail wiggled.

“What does the winner get?”

“We’ll settle that after winning.”

“Hey, that’s unfair! This isn’t how you motivate the staff!”

He bent over you, brushing capricious strands of your hair, and you parted your lips, not knowing what to expect further.

It’s your heart which was unfair. Your reactions and feelings — all of them, absolutely deprived of sense before Chenya and his silly tricks. Not like you minded them, though…

But you were quite playful yourself, so to say.

You tapped his nose, causing him to wince slightly, reminiscent of the real cat, and nodded.

“Good,” you concluded. “I accept. Although it’s only one mistletoe, so~..”

“So good luck on trying to get it back from me, nya!”

And with that he disappeared from your sight, dissolving midair with his magic, to which you only blinked and laughed.

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Don’t think you can get away with that!”

And that is how your race began.

You walked into the next room, finding Ace and Deuce. Having studied your character enough, they already had a presentiment that at the moment another chaos with your participation was unfolding in front of them.

You appreciated their attempts to arrange the audience, but you had other matters that needed immediate attention.

Your next stop was the Heartslabyull, where Riddle managed to slightly reprimand you for being careless, but when he heard you mention Chenya in your little adventure, he simply sighed and said that the last time he saw him was in the cafeteria.

Riddle, reliable as always, appeared to be right when you spotted familiar sprinkles of purple and pink.

You tried to be as sneaky as possible, hissing at everyone who tried to talk to you at the moment, giving everyone conspiratorial glances and receiving noddings in return. Maybe you were more NRC than the NRC students themselves after all.

For what he’s so tall, you thought internally, but still succeeded in grabbing mistletoe Chenya was holding.

“Hehe!!” You were so excited that you almost tripped again if it wasn’t Chenya who caught you by the elbow, drawing you closer to prevent your second fall.

Ugh, you thought, averting your gaze and knowing that your cheeks were burning. Even his hold is gentle and—

And what, you cease the chain of thoughts. And what if not loving.

Yet, the competition still was on the table, so you thanked him sheepishly and was quick to rub away, heading straight to the yard where you rushed towards the tree where the Stargazing event was held.

You leaned against the tree, catching your breath and wondering how gentle Chenya’s touch was. Every rare time you get to see him, he is always very tender with you. Is it really normal to think about this? Still, it is in the spirit of the RSA to be caring and friendly by nature. But still... what if it’s something making only you special and—

“Gotcha~”

Chenya appeared in the air, dangling from the tree above you, his whole body upside-down, his pretty face right before you, and the mistletoe slipped from your hands to his again.

“Hey!-“

“See nya!”

He disappeared, and you couldn’t help but giggle again. It’s always fun and joyful — being around him.

Your next stop was the main stage, where you noticed Neige and Vil discussing something. What a nice place to hang the mistletoe would it be, but you didn’t have it at the moment, so you walked away, wondering where Chenya was hiding again.

Curious, you thought. It wasn’t about finding the best spot for the mistletoe anymore — it was the game of hide and seek, with a side quest of calming your racing heart down.

And this is how you made it to the portal room after what felt like hours of unstoppable searching. Come to think of it, the school was pretty much fully decorated at this rate, sparkles of green and red suiting the whole dark and gothic atmosphere of the school surprisingly well. It was truly refreshing, even the portal room, usually dull and rather gloomy to you, appeared to be quite a sight.

You stood in the middle, students walking around, jumping to the portals to their dorms, hands busy with decoration boxes, and no time to stop someone and ask if they saw Chenya at all.

You wondered where your next destination must be, when an idea struck you. Right, why not hang the mistletoe here?! Guests will be wandering through the portals as they always did during previous events held in NRC. This is where the perfect spot for the mistletoe is!

Right when you made your decision and realized the only component left was the names mistletoe, you was about to turn around and jump into the first portal you’d see and call it a day, but—

“Chenya-san? What— Huh?”

You felt his arms around you, pressing you closer to his chest tenderly. Emotions were flowing within you, combining altogether and causing you to snap your eyes open, not really registering what was happening.

His mischievous expression turned more adoring and loving, making you question if you were awake at all. People were still walking, some of them stopped to gossip about you two, or maybe that what was happening — you couldn’t make sure at once, the whole world around you disappearing, and only Chenya’s cute smile reflected in your widened eyes.

“Guess we’ve been tricked.”

You blinked at him in incomprehension, but all the thoughts vanished when Chenya pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped, your body felt foreign, as if you turned into a ghost, watching the scene from behind and not recognizing yourself. It felt unreal — the softness of Chenya’s lips, the way his eyes closed and eyelashes flattered, confirming he was slightly nervous just as you were.

When you returned to Earth — or whatever this universe even might have been — and parted your lips, staring at Chenya absent-mindlessly.

“Wha— You— Huh? What?”

“As I’ve said, we’ve been tricked and—“

You weren’t sure. Was it real at all? Did you hit your head and return to your world? Was it just another dream of yours?

No, no, you must have made sure. So you leaned forward to him, now it was you catching his lips and a surprised breath at once.

The kiss you left was short and unsure, and when you met Chenya’s confused look, you prevented him from saying anything, pecking his lips again. And again. And—

“Woah,” Chenya smiled through your silly kisses. “Eager, are we?”

“Just in disbelief. Alright, confirm it for me: is it all real? I’m not sleeping, right?”

“You are not sleeping indeed,” he nodded, releasing you from his hold but still having his hands at your shoulders. “And look who’s tricked us after all.”

You followed his stare and found Grim chewing the mistletoe while looking at both of you with an unconcealed amusement.

“What?” Grim asked, apparently not really enjoying the taste of the plant.

“Indeed. What?” You ask your partner, chuckling at how silly the whole situation appeared to be.

“You two fools couldn’t figure out your stupid feelings without the help of the Great Grim!”

“Sure…” Chenya found your smug expression rather delightful, giggling at the conversation unfolding. “But hey, technically I win. I was just about to place the mistletoe here. And we’ll, it is placed here. Technically in Grim’s stomach, but still here, right?”

“Hmmm~ I don’t mind your win, but…”

Chenya pointed out the box behind Grim, filled with mistletoes only, much to your surprise.

“How about we start a new competition?”

“I’m all ears then.”

“The one who hangs as many mistletoes as they can, gets just as many kisses.”

“You know we both win at this rate, right?”

“This is the point, nya! Now, shall we start?”

“With pleasure!”

“Before you guys continue that, myah, a tradition or somethin’, go get me a real meal. Man, I’m so tired…”

“You did nothing though.”

“I’m a wingman of the day.”

Chenya chuckled, placing a small soft kiss on your cheek. “That I can’t argue with.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #rsa x reader #rsa #chenya x reader #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker

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kyupidos · 1 year ago

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10/27/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

prompt 12 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ ;; summary. ‘carving pumpkins together.’

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characters. royal sword academy : neige leblanche , chen’ya ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🕸️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), mention of cuts on chen’ya’s part, reader is a wee of a flirt dialogue wise in neige’s part, romantic fluff

📞 _a/n. hi hello anon, the congrats are very much appreciated :3 !! i apologize for accidentally posting this before it was finished, it got rid of the ask but thankfully i didn’t already start writing yet.. this is my first time writing for neige and chen’ya so i hope this was good! please enjoy <3

n. leblanche

— carefully, with a small serrated knife, you sat together with neige at your kitchen table, the two of you working on your respective pumpkins, carving and hacking at them to indent little details into them, choosing to be as creative as your hearts desired. in fact, you even decided to have a little fun with it, and hide your designs from each other until you finished, as to show off your carved pumpkins to each other when you were done. it was a nice little activity, small talk here and there and comfortable silence when there wasn’t. you even agreed to make some food with whatever remained, or if not, use the pumpkins as decorations. after all, there was no reason to let any of it go to waste with all your hard work in mind.

— you stifled a giggle, stealing a glance over in neige’s direction every now and then, holding your knife as a painter would their paintbrush before holding it normally again, looking at him like your reference for a portrait—and technically, he was. you weren’t carving him into your pumpkin, per say, but rather you were carving into it a little drawing you’d sketched out earlier of a tiny ghost, floating and holding its arms out like a raptor would. you’d randomly come up with the idea to give the tiny ghost some of neige’s characteristics, such as his hair and even some parts of his outfit—but sketched and then carved to take on the form of a ghost’s iconic white sheet look. it made you curious, what his reaction to your carved pumpkin would wind up being. and, you were just as curious what neige was planning out with his. and, time flew quickly—quicklier than you honestly thought it was.

— but, with thirty minutes passing, you had just enough time to carve the details you wanted, as did neige as he hummed an excited tune about being able to see the results of your pumpkin carving. you turned your pumpkin by the stem, pridefully showing off your little ghost neige carving, using your other hand to confidently bring it to your chest, “my carving’s pretty good, huh? it has you in it and all,” and neige couldn’t help but laugh as his cheeks pinkened a little at the sentiment. he, meanwhile, took that as his chance to delicately turn his pumpkin by the base of it, showing off a cute carving of chibi faces of you and him, wearing a witch and cat costume respectively, and a heart between you two. “i wanted to make it as halloween-y as possible! but it was kinda last minute..” neige sighed before brightening, “i think it still looks nice though!” you nodded in recognition, “oh, definitely. it has us both in love, after all~”

chen’ya

— it was chen’ya who first suggested the idea, and it was you who immediately went along with it and went out and got two pumpkins ready to carve when he suggested it to you. now you sat in the kitchen, dutifully taking your serrated knife to get to carving. carefully so, so as to not cut yourself accidentally. though every now and then, chen’ya did randomly jumpscare you by appearing with just his head to check in on your pumpkin even though he could easily do it being right to your left— luckily, it didn’t distract you from your knife work too much. he was just as enthusiastic in showing off his own, purring satisfactorily as he displayed to you his halfway finished carved pumpkin.

— on the note of his cat-like attributes like purring and such, you took to carving a miniature cat, sleeping on a witch’s broom. it wasn’t much really, but chen’ya certainly seemed to like it as he poked and prodded at the uncarved parts of your pumpkin, and you would be utterly convinced that he wasn’t working on his own if it wasn’t for the aforementioned fact that he was showing off his pumpkin carving to you every three seconds or so. speaking of which, it seemed he took kindly to carving a pumpkin based off of his special someone ( aka, you ) as well, carving a stick man with a resemblance to you, that wore the costume that seemed to have the resemblance of a cute rabbit in front of a large circle, likely meaning to be the moon.

— chen’ya hummed lowly as he teasingly purred that your matching carved pumpkins would be nice to hollow out and put a lighted candle inside to have outside for decoration, and you couldn’t help but laugh delightfully at the idea—it was nice, after all. perhaps you would, alongside the matching costumes you both already had planned out. not to mention, it would be a servitude to the work the two of you put into the fun little activity, even if your artistic skill wasn’t exactly picasso level. but no matter anyway, it was all in good fun. after all, it was an odd, but rather nice way to show your love for the grinning cat, through lit carved pumpkins that though likely wouldn’t give passersby a fright, would at least be a show of you and him; a cat, and his rabbit lover.

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mellowwillowy · 4 months ago

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1) I just feel like you should know that my sister looked over my shoulder when I was reading one of your TWST pieces, saw the cannibalism, and the first thing she said to me was “Where can I get the villain origin story of whoever wrote this?”

2) Can you please write about how the RSA boys + Rollo would react to the MC’s “diet”? Sorry if you don’t do requests, I couldn’t find anything saying if you did or not.

It all started when I was still on the loose and not chained in the psych ward sis-

Neige

Neige is surprised. He didn't expect you to have such a gruesome yet somehow healthy diet. Everything from your diet sufficed all the nutrients you need after all.

In fact, he was more surprised that he didn't know this earlier. The first time he tried your diet, he had to puke every now and then due to the taste not fitting his taste buds yet. But he kept on trying and even managed a recipe to make it easier for his stomach, giving you a new option on the menu.

Cheny'a

Cheny'a is not really surprised because as a feline, he sometimes has the thought to taste human too. Just some intrusive thought of playing the predator and prey dynamic. But what makes him curious is how God also preys on humans like a predator.

It amuses him, knowing that the God is not as salvaging as he thought. Cheny'a is by far one of the people who is aware of everything but has no intention of leaving or thinking you are in the wrong.

Rollo

So this is what the God eats every day? Rollo is fascinated by how different your diet is when compared to the norm that is forced into society by humans.

Or perhaps simply you or the chosen ones are allowed to feast like you? Is he the chosen one? How will he know if he is meant to be the chosen one or not? Perhaps he will know if he has a taste of your diet. It might not be to his taste but all he needs is to adjust his palate to it and he will soon be acknowledged (acknowledge himself) as the chosen one.

#I love RSA!!!#Theatric Guest #Yandere TWST #Yandere Neige Leblanche #Yandere Chenya #Yandere Rollo Flamme #x GN Reader #TWST self aware #TWST

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smokesandsonatas · 1 year ago

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Could i request Che'nya and Neige for the chubby MC ask as well if it's not a problem?

I'd love to see Che'nya randomly pulling up at Ramshackle just so he can squish and knead MC to his hearts content! And maybe he even purrs while he does it!!(≧▽≦) (Sorry im kinda brainrotting on him rn)

Make the reader gn if it's not a problem please!!

-This took so long, thanks for patiently waiting.-

Chubby Reader MC X Twisted Wonderland Chenya, Neige, and Rollo (bonus).

The second, or maybe third time you saw Chenya, he was already squealing in glee. You've already met him a couple of times to get familiar with him, and as such, his tactics don't surprise you anymore—well, at least some of his shenanigans. This maniacal grinning cat is laughing, letting out cute sounds of "nyaa~" as he teases you with playful poking of your cheeks and arms. Once you visit the dorm of Heartslabyul, you wait for Trey to give you his fresh batch of homemade cupcakes after running an errand for him. You almost screamed bloody murder when Chenya's head suddenly appeared behind your shoulders, his invisible hand playfully kneading your tummy while purring. What? Chenya is a cat, and you know how fascinating you are for feline creatures like him. He was purring, while squishing his face against your cheeks. "So squishyyyyy nyyaaa~". You can only let out a surprised sound; as fast as Chenya appeared, he disappeared when Trey came to you, holding the cupcakes you've been waiting for.

If there's one thing Neige is used to seeing, it's people with model-esque bodies. Tall people with slim to almost thin figures; His beauty subjects him to being surrounded by beautiful people per se. And for Neige, he came to associate them with the pressure of keeping up his image. There's one thing you never knew, and perhaps he has no intention of letting you know. But he saved every picture of you posted by Rook and Vil in Magicam. Neige stumbled upon your picture in one of Vil's posts, and he was fascinated with you. You see, your figure is something he can compare to a well-fed bird. One that healthily chirps. Then he met you in VDC, and Neige couldn't stop himself from wanting to talk to you upfront, if not for Vil or Rook standing by your side. One of these days, though, Neige is planning to send you a letter, inviting you to view his latest movie with him. All expenses are paid by him, of course.

Rollo has every bit of polite peculiarity. The first time you saw him, he was welcoming. Yet he mumbles quite a lot under his handkerchief, which makes you feel like he's speaking negatively about you. And with what he did during the Masquerade Ball, well, that's up to interpretation. To your utter surprise before you left, Rollo sought to talk to you alone, yet you noticed he was sweating a little, which got you concerned, of course. So you asked Rollo to sit next to you, and to your utter surprise, he asked very politely if he could pinch your cheeks! You said yes, of course, and that's all Rollo did—he pinched your squishy cheeks. And then he was suddenly walking away from you with a handkerchief in his mouth, that's when you noticed. Rollo's face looks red, and he refuses to meet your eyes, just like that he was walking away from you, gone from your sight. Huh, must be the heat, right?

Right.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x chenya #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x neige #twistrd wonderland x rollo #Neige LeBlanche #Chenya #Rollo Flamm #twst rsa #twst noble bell college #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x reader #Rollo Flamme

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evanrouge · 2 years ago

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To You, Whom I Loved Before. — Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader.

Utterly lonesome at his desk, Riddle remained situated until the early hours of the morn. Spine as straight as a candlestick; almost as stiff as one too, as each waking hour that passed only melted at his resolve more and more. An open notebook lay neatly before him, looking positively unassuming. But if one looked hard enough, perhaps one would notice how he has been torturing the poor thing ever since Twisted Wonderland befell nightfall. Tearing out page after page; after page; after page. Defiling the pad even more every time his letter didn't go his way. Carelessly tearing paper organ after organ, for he will not stop until his written words strike perfection.

Yet said perfect words refused to flutter into his head. It almost rendered him ashamed to even call himself top of the class. If he truly dedicated his life to academics, why is it that his words are failing him now? It had frustrated him to no end, opting him to fiddle with the pen in his hand. The movements were precise and calculated, just is he, but one could potentially notice the subtle clumsiness as it flicked through his fingers. An empty, numbing sense of nervousness flooded through his veins, overtaking him and his vessel completely.

Why is it, just as he finally musters the courage to ask for your new address from Trey, he suddenly cannot grasp the words that he has spent years mentally drafting?!

In a sudden flash of heavy frustration, Riddle screwed his eyes shut tight, throwing himself into the chair's backrest and repressing the overwhelming urge to give up. He has been dreaming of writing this since he was a mere child. Ever since his contact with you was strictly restricted by his mother. He's been way too emotionally invested to just give up now, planning on pouring his heart out onto the page and stepping back to allow you to enact your judgment.

But it has just been so long since he last saw you. How were you faring, what has happened in the time that he has been locked away studying? Have you, dare he say, forgotten his existence entirely? For as much as Trey has attempted to settle his impending nerves, telling him time and time again that you are the same you that he once knew, he was too cowardly to believe it. Those questions still chanted at the back of his mind, echoing, making him doubt everything.

Could he truly rebuild what you once had, right from where you guys left off? Surely, it's been much too long for that.

Intaking a deep breath, Riddle presumed his posture once again, exhaling loudly as the pen's dance slowed to a halt, pressing against the fresh page once again. He kept his eyes clamped tight, merely relaxing his eyelids a tad. Perhaps, it would be best for him to write straight from the heart. So as one hand awaited orders, the other lifted to press lightly against his chest, listening to every word that the beating appendage had to say. Allowing it to soar freely, for his own judgment will no longer censor the words that flow.

'Dear the King of Hearts,'

"You want to be the Queen?" You parroted, surprised. Your once young voice flowing into Riddle's mind with the beauty and grace of a pristine dove. Just from the sound of your voice alone, he could perfectly picture the expression you pulled when you asked that question once upon a time. You didn't gawk at him with judgment at his young self's audacious request. You never did, even as a child you were always exceptionally open-minded. Instead, you looked at him with wide, but kind, eyes.

Trey and Chenya had always leased you the position of queen when you guys played together, allowing you to order them around happily, albeit with a few mischievous mishaps. You stood there, still, lifting your hand to your chin as you pondered. As each second flew by antagonizingly slow, young Riddle's anxiety only skyrocketed. As Chenya slung an arm over his shoulder lazily with a smug look on his face, he was just about to blurt out that you can be the queen instead. But you spoke up before he could, the most beautiful grin that he has ever seen in his entire life coming onto your face. "Alright, then! I'll be the King instead! I will support you through thick and thin, my queen!"

Riddle flushed mercilessly, his visage deeply reddening despite his frantic mental protests. He had prayed to whatever supreme entity would listen that neither Trey nor Chenya would notice it, however judging from the cat boy's laughter increasing in volume, and Trey suddenly piping up with snickers, he knew that they have already most definitely noticed. He was just glad that you, so concentrated on your newfound role, didn't notice. You would have probably mistaken him for being sick, or something.

"So I'm the Queen..." He had muttered, his flustered state refusing to allow him to speak above a whisper. "And... Y-You're the King?"

"Yep!" You nodded so proudly. Shortly after, noticing how unsure his tone of voice sounded. Leaning in closer to him, a soft and considerate wave overtaking your features as you noticed that you took such liberty without his permission. "That is what you wanted, right? If you don't want that, I can be something else—"

"N-No!" He had reassured in an instant, lifting his hands and waving them quickly. The two spectating boys continued to watch the scene with intrigue, barely masking their amusement. "I would like for you to be the King..."

He would have loved for you to be the king.

He would have loved for you to be his king.

For when the queen's unwavering resolve is faltering, it is the king's support that builds it up again. When the queen is fragile, it is the king's turn to step up. To protect the queen, even if not as strong, because together they are strongest.

Riddle opened his eyes slowly, peering at the words that he had written.

But how can the king be aware that the queen is in need of help, when she is unable to formulate the correct words to inform him?

In a swift motion, Riddle tore the page from the book and scrunched it into a ball between his fingers, absentmindedly tossing it down into the overflowing trash beside his feet. He mentally cursed himself for allowing long-dead informalities to cloud his judgment, when it has been so long since he last saw you. What was he thinking? After years, nobody starts a letter like that!

He stared down at the paper bitterly. As if it was its fault for the current predicament that he is in, and not his mother's. Eyebrows knitting together burdensomely, as crimson hues practically bore searing laser holes through it and into the desk. He graced the page with ink once again.

'Dear [Name],'

Or, maybe, 'To [Name],' would be a better fit for this letter's context? Maybe he shouldn't write with such informal-looking handwriting, instead, opt for more joined and rounded characters, like in his letters to home.

Or maybe... He laid his pen down gently on the desk. Maybe he shouldn't write this letter at all.

"Knock knock, Riddle," A voice had grasped the housewarden by the throat and pulled him out of the numbing bath of ice. He craned his head quickly, much too quickly, to face the one responsible. Who just happened to be an, as usual, eerily chipper Cater Diamond gently pushing the slightly ajar door open further. If he noticed that Riddle hadn't received a wink of sleep the entire night, he was skilled at hiding it. "You've got mail!"

"Thank you, Cater," Riddle's back immediately straightened, standing from his seat and approaching the door. He was not aware that he was sat there for so long, to the point where he was even up later than Cater. Swiping the letter from the third year's reaching hand, he came to notice how he didn't recognize the handwriting on the front.

Yet what was written on the envelope had made Riddle freeze.

"No problemo—"

"Thank you, Cater," Riddle promptly repeated himself, much more forceful this time, as he quickly ushered the third year out of the room, shutting the door closed despite the confused protests on the other side. Once the click was heard, Riddle's back was against the wood. His eyes trained on the letter in his hands, which he held as if were some holy document.

'My Queen of Hearts'

Perhaps, even despite the distance, the King always knows. It just takes him a little time to get there.

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