#twewy fic

[black-quadrant]

babe wake up new ship dropped: joshiya

Waiting Game 🔞 [AO3]

[hadassahriv]

One-Sentence Fics: TWEWY

Ages ago on Twitter I did a little writing exercise with one-sentence fics that fit into a single tweet. Then did absolutely nothing else with them. And so I give you: one-sentence fics, TWEWY edition.

The moment the boy who will become Joshua realizes he has wings, he takes flight to see Tokyo—the sprawl, the infinite possibility of it—for the very first time.

Joshua knows how the game will end, has looked into the future, every eventuality, discarded most of them; it is not until Neku drops the gun that he realizes he has been outplayed, by a boy who has no idea what he’s won.

Neku sees his friends differently now, after so much time away; he wonders sometimes if it’s a consequence of being trapped in Shinjuku, or if he has always been this way and just never noticed.

Joshua thinks sometimes that he has been Composer too long and perhaps it would be better to let someone (Neku, it must be Neku, it can only be Neku) remove him from the board to create a future beyond his imagination.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Neku, who died and lived and died and lived and, one day, realized that he could no longer tell the difference.

Many years later, with his first Game faded to sepia in his memories, Neku looks at Joshua, the two of them together, and regrets nothing.

Joshua is difficult to like—catty, superior, sure he knows best—but Shiki sees the way he looks at Neku, hears the reverence when he says Neku’s name, and maybe it’s not so difficult after all.

Had someone told Neku, during the first Game, that there would come a day when he would say “home” and mean “Joshua”, he would have laughed in their face—and he would have been wrong.

Dealing with the politics of the Higher Plane has always been a regrettable side effect of becoming Composer; watching Neku take a sledgehammer to it all is a pleasure Joshua had never even allowed himself to dream of.

There are things Joshua knows to be true—his city will collapse, stripped of all meaning;  this final game can only be lost—until Neku drops the gun and the future rewrites itself in an instant.

[toppiegames]

This is what it feels like every time the TWEWY fever comes back

[bctoastyyy]

more <3

more beat (wanted to redraw it but got eepy) the reapers ever kariya and uzuki, beat in a dress that he rocks, doodle(s) from a fic im writing, and warm up sketches pertaining to an animatic im making and dont get distracted from working on!

[scramble-crossing]

Woe. Uzukarimoto be upon ye

[ellioteoflorule]

Me: Stares longingly at other people’s twewy aus

Also me: Has like a million twewy aus in my back pocket

ALSO Also me: damn, I wish posting twewy aus wasn’t terrifying

[artistictiliqua]

"I looked all over for you!"

[joshnekuu]

Fic idea I probably won’t ever write but plagues my brain

Instead of getting sent to Shinjuku after being shot, Joshua somehow sends Neku back in time, tricking Shibuya’s UG into accepting his soul into the Game again because he technically hasn’t played it yet at that point.

The catch? It’s the game that Joshua first played, as an actual player. If Neku wants to get back to life and back to his time, he needs to ensure Joshua wins the game and becomes Composer, so he can send him back.

This is of course easier said than done, as Neku knows things he shouldn’t, and makes himself look very suspicious to Josh- especially since he sought him out to team up. A fun inversion of their original dynamic, with Josh not fully trusting Neku, and Neku having to hide things from Josh in order to avoid screwing with the timeline.

As they work together and Neku learns more about Josh though, and his reasonings for wanting to become Composer, Neku starts to feel conflicted about whether he should actually help Joshua, or whether he should encourage him to win the game and come back to life. He knows this could potentially ruin the timeline as he knows it, but he can’t help feel like he’s helping Joshua make a huge mistake, and he isn’t sure if he can make himself sit idly by while he does it.

Of course, he knows there would be major consequences to altering the timeline like this. He would never have to experience the Reaper’s Game, but that would mean he’d never meet his friends, might never grow or change as a person. He doesn’t want to give that up, but he isn’t sure what the ‘right’ thing to do is in this situation. And Mr. H isn’t particularly helpful either.

Also if Josh does become Composer and send Neku back you could have the fun implications of a stabilized time loop where Joshua seeks out Neku to be his proxy because of the time they spent together in his own Game.

[subasekabang]

Title: Meeting Notes From Cowards Club https://archiveofourown.org/works/59553856

Author: Regali @regallibellbright

Partner: tinpin

Author's note: I've been working on some form of this story for a while, and I'm glad I finally got it written. Hope you enjoy!

Rated: G

Warnings: A lot of casual jokes about death

[playtwewy]

Joshua and Sho cooperation moodboard

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Mad Rat is certain that he died. He distinctly remembers it, not just a fast end from a bad step during an escape or at the hands of one of his hallucinations, but the slow one from a failing heart. So why the hell is he outside? How is he moving around without a pulse? Why can't the humans seem to see him? Just what the hell is going on? Mad Rat Dead and Neo TWEWY Crossover occurring after the events of both games.

Author: @thedreamparadox

Note from submitter: Horrors upon Horrors, Mad Rat, known Human Hater, has to deal with humans. I love Mad Rat and Heart so SO much. I know nothing about The World Ends With You but the Characters from there are pretty cool too. 

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[hadassahriv]

Fic Master List: TWEWY

I always feel like everyone who might be interested in my fics has already seen them. But then every once in a while I get new readers who leave wonderful comments, so that is clearly not the case. Everything is housed on AO3, clearly labelled, but this is the master list of my TWEWY fics to date.

Fate and Other Impossibilities (105,596 words) Chapters: 35/35 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya/Sakuraba Neku Characters: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya, Sakuraba Neku, Misaki Shiki, Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo, Bito "Rhyme" Raimu, Hanekoma Sanae, Kanade Rindo, Mikagi "Haz" Hazuki, Sakurane Shoka, Furesawa "Fret" Tosai, Usui Nagi Additional Tags: Post-Game(s), Canon Compliant, Conductor Sakuraba Neku, Developing Relationship Summary: Neku's never wanted to be special. He just wants to be. After three years in Shinjuku, that may no longer be possible.

Notes: My love letter to TWEWY and the first fic I wrote after almost 10 years out of fandom. In May 2021, I heard that a TWEWY sequel was coming, so I replayed Final Remix and then, naturally, played Neo. And after beating the game, I really wanted a story that didn't exist. I actually did not originally intend to release it at all, but a few chapters in decided I might as well. And two years later, here we are!

The Life and Death of Joshua Kiryu (3,274 words) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya/Sakuraba Neku Characters: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya, Sakuraba Neku, Hanekoma Sanae Additional Tags: character backstory, Non-Linear Narrative, Established Relationship, pre- and post-canon, Canon-Typical Talk of Death and Dying Summary: There once was a boy named Yoshiya Kiryu. He died, and then his life began. - Joshua before, during, and after Fate and Other Impossibilities.

Notes: I've written a couple of additional fics within the Fate continuity and this is my non-linear, heavily stylized Joshua piece, highlighting different moments in his life and afterlife. You could read it standalone, but it will be better with context.

Being there together is enough (6,303 words) Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya/Sakuraba Neku, Eri/Misaki Shiki Characters: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya, Sakuraba Neku, Misaki Shiki, Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo, Bito "Rhyme" Raimu, Kanade Rindo, Furesawa "Fret" Tosai, Usui Nagi, Sakurane Shoka Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sequel, Weddings, Romance Summary: Wedding parties, old friends, and happy endings to go around. Sometimes everyone really does get the life they deserve. - Or: six years later

Notes: The third fic set within the Fate continuity. This is the happy ending sequel, light and frothy, and it will be more emotionally satisfying if you have read the story it follows. But I am not here to tell anyone what to do.

Unreal Cities (16,550 words) Chapters: 4/22 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya/Sakuraba Neku Characters: Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya, Misaki Shiki, Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo, Bito "Rhyme" Raimu, Kanade Rindo, Furesawa "Fret" Tosai, Mikagi "Haz" Hazuki, Usui Nagi, Kariya Koki, Yashiro Uzuki, Hanekoma Sanae Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Conductor Sakuraba Neku, Post-Canon Summary: Three years is a long time to be dead, trapped in an endless loop of a city's final days and trying to understand what happened to it. No one told Neku that going back to his own life would be the hard part.

Notes: And here is my current ongoing fic! Slight canon divergence, rooted in a different take on the Shinjuku years. Eventual Conductor Neku, because that's my niche, but it's a different kind of story than Fate. Updating twice a month, if you want to come along for the ride!

[purplelea]

Do you feel like kariya is a good person to look up to? Like I know day 4 happened but that's like the worst thing he did. And I honestly can't be mad because that "hello, villain? Screwing with you is my job." Line just hits me weird. I'm tempted to write a fic but I dunno

Now that is an interesting question. I see what you mean by "day 4 is the worst thing he did" but that's actually the only thing we see. And while that's the most nefarious action he took, that's the only one we saw, but he's been a Reaper for so long that he most likely erased hundreds of not thousands of players before. Is Kariya an overall good person? No, I don't think so.

But, as you said, "it's his job". Here we fall into the morals of the Reaper's Game and I'm afraid I'm not qualified enough to judge. But I can offer some ideas anyway.

What's the job of a Harrier Reaper? It's not to mindlessly erase Players to rack up points and rise up the ranks as Uzuki seems to believe. Kariya sees further: he knows that the Reapers (Harriers, Supports, Officers...) all have the common goal of helping to judge which Players are worth reviving. It's not about erasing them all, it's about putting up obstacles that will make them grow (for instance, erasing Rhyme was the way to help Beat grow, wasn't it?) and erasing those who are not strong enough to survive. It follows the basic rule of the Reaper's Game which is the survival of the fittest.

Now that rule can obviously be contested in many ways, as it is directly contested mulstiples times during twewy directly, and by Neku himself, who believes that all Players should live again. So there's mutiples questions here: do you agree with the survival of the fittest? If not, do you believe that because someone is asked to do something, then that takes away their responsibility in the actions taken (it's "just his job")?

I don't have any idea on how to answer those questions. Just food for thought!

But on the other hand, Kariya can be looked up to on some subjects. He knows what matters to him (Shibuya) and he's willing to risk his life for it (for instance, going against Shiba or helping Beat and Neku in week three of the og). There's many other steps he takes in order to protect Shibuya (finding the source of the Taboo Noise, trying to find out what Joshua's deal is, fighting against the Plague Noise on his own to protect the RG inhabitants from it...) which clash with his "lazy" personality and show that he can definitely give his all for something as long as it matters enough to him. That man got his priorities straight, I can admire that.

I wouldn't say that he likes to help people because we don't see him do it that often. I believe he's doing it with the same goal in mind that he has for everything else he does: Shibuya's well-being. He helps out Beat to grow because that's what the Game is about, and same for Rindo, because he knows that having people who win the Game and get revived is a good thing for the city thanks to the influence they will have on it (see Shiki's influence through Gatto Nero!).

In the end, to answer your question... it depends on what you believe in. Nobody's perfect, and there's definitely people worse than Kariya to look up to. But it's important to be aware of what his morals are, because of course he's very much a grey character when it comes to those.

[thelaughtercafe]

New Discoveries*

Tea Type: Half and Half with a lemon

Potential Triggers: Poly if that isn't your thing, lil bit of consensual bondage, premise revolves around accidentally messaging your friends about your tickle kink and confessing, no full nsft but definitely suggestive! Characters are all aged up and in college, of course.

Pairing: Rindo/F! Reader/Shoka

Length: 2.6+

Summary: You text your two best friends an embarrassing confession thinking you've ruined everything, but...perhaps they're not quite as horrified as you thought.

You really hadn't meant to send it. You were kicking yourself 20 times over. God. You were never drinking again. You'd be sober the rest of your life. It was a miracle you hadn't accidentally added anyone else- but deep down you knew you never would have. No-one else made you feel like they did. 

You'd known for months that you wanted Rindo and Shoka to wreck you senseless. How could you not? They were both so damn attractive and when Rindo's face lit up in amusement, and he laughed at you while you went 50 shades of red thanks to tripping right into him? Of course you were smitten. And let's not even talk about Shoka's nails; the way she'd cooed at Rindo while styling his hair and accidentally brushing his neck haunted you.  

"Ticklish baby?"

You shuddered. 

Your phone rang and you ignored it, face heating even more as you groaned and buried your face in your arms. You couldn't do this. Gods, you'd ruined two of your strongest friendships all because you couldn't keep your drunk neediness to yourself. They probably didn't even like you that way!

You thought back to when you'd first met them, working at the movie theater. It had been hectic; Avengers: Endgame was in full swing and you'd been running around like crazy when you accidentally ran right into Rindo, spilling popcorn everywhere in your rush to deliver it to an impatient customer. You'd apologized profusely, but he'd merely laughed and helped you to your feet, his hands stronger than they looked. 

He was fairly tall, at 5'10 and you gaped up at him like an idiot. 

"You alright there? You didn't hit your head right? I'm Rindo, what's your name?" 

He looked panicked, brown eyes widening in worry and you gathered yourself enough to shake your head, and give him your name so he didn't think you were a complete moron. 

"No, no worries here! I'm so sorry about that sir just-um-is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

You were so frazzled you couldn't even think of an option so you opted to let him set how you could make it right. 

He hummed for a moment, looked you up and down, making his blond hair, with dyed red tips bounce before he smirked.

"Alright then, you can take a break and get some food with me."

"What? B-But it's so busy! My managers-"

"-will settle down if you explain a customer asked you to and left happy and saying he'd come back again. Right?"

He suddenly turned a little pink, burying one of his hands in his black hoodie pockets and flicking his eyes skyward. 

"O-Only if you want to though. You just really look like you need a break, and you've been working hard, clearly. I'd say you've more than earned it."

After that you'd shyly acquiesced and headed over to concessions, grabbing some of the food there and using your employee status to quickly pay on a rare vacant register, before you headed outside, following him to his car.

Imagine your surprise when you see a girl in the passenger seat, glaring at the blond. 

"Where the Hell were you? I've been waiting here for-"

Her gaze turned to you and you stopped breathing and literally froze like a deer in headlights. 

She didn't react as you expected though, merely raising an eyebrow at you, sharing a glance with Rindo and motioning for you to come in the car. 

"...Um, are you gonna close the door or what, loser? Unless you want us to freeze to death."

"R-right sorry!"

You rushed to do as she said and if you were blushing before you were positive you were a mess now.

She was much shorter than Rindo, and around your height. But her eyes were striking. Like your cats' they just cut right to your soul. 

"Here's your food, Shoka. I ran into a fellow overworked employee and couldn't help but want to give her some space to breathe."

"Uh, yeah I gathered dumbass. She's wearing a work uniform." 

Despite the cursing, her tone was fond. Rindo's had deepened somewhat and you could tell he felt completely relaxed, casually unpacking the food and chatting.

"You said fellow, where do you work, sir?"

Shoka almost spat out her drink with how hard she suddenly laughed and you squirmed uncomfortably as Rindo rolled his eyes and pouted. 

"It's not that funny."

"Sure it is! Her calling you sir!? Shit sweetheart, you just made my week. I needed that. You can call me Mommy if you like~" 

She winked at you and you're pretty sure you were going to spontaneously combust from blushing any second now. 

Luckily Rindo came to your rescue and nudged Shoka. 

"Alright, babe enough. You're gonna make the poor girl run away before we can even get to know her at this rate."

He turned to smile kindly at you and your heart skipped.

"Please, call me Rindo. I work at the music store on 5th; not many left but it's really quiet and admittedly it's a treat to get to pick the store's soundtrack every week."

You nodded and gradually began to open up, becoming more animated as you all found subjects you related to. Shoka and you shared a love of horror movies that Rindo loathed, same for haunted houses, while Rindo and you both liked different arts. You created playlists for just about everything, and wrote while he preferred the music side of composing and producing, and dabbled in drawing. 

You all shared a fondness for gaming, but preferred different genres as your all time faves. You loved turn-based RPG's with strong stories and characters, Rindo enjoyed action games, and the occasional shooter while Shoka liked more chill games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley. Luckily you all shared a love for FFXIV and by the time you realized you'd been talking for an hour and had to rush off, they had your phone number and FFXIV username. 

You'd grown to be close from that; you and Rindo even attended the same college; although for different subjects. You went to school for Nursing, while Rindo went for Music Production. You gradually hung out more and more the three of you…and you couldn't deny that feelings bloomed quickly. But they were already dating each other. They weren't obvious with PDA or anything, but you could tell. It was the way Rindo's hand lingered when she dropped his hand after helping her up, the way Shoka innately could tell Rindo wasn't feeling well or was upset at the slightest change in expression. If that wasn't enough the rare moments of direct affection proved it. Rindo cradling Shoka's face and kissing her forehead when she won a fashion designing competition; Shoka stealing pecks on the cheeks to continuously fluster Rindo enough to give chase and catch her around the middle before attacking her with kisses of his own until she laughed. 

It made you ache in want…but now they knew. There was no going back. And even worse; you'd led with your kink like a complete weirdo - what if they thought you were a total freak?

You sighed heavily and braced yourself as you turned over you phone, ringing once again. Ignoring the missed calls and texts icon you answered and as you inhaled; were cut off. 

"Hel-"

"Open the door."

You squawked.

"You're here!? But I-"

"Did I fucking stutter? Hey, wait Shok-"

Rindo was cut off and there was a rustle as Shoka grabbed the phone.

"Open the door or I'll pick the lock and then you'll really be in trouble. 'Kay?"

She didn't wait for you to answer before hanging up, leaving you gaping at your phone like a fish. 

You gulped, trembling but made your way to the door. They sounded mad. Really mad. God- there was no time to theorize about their feelings because you were opening the lock. The second the door opened you were already being cornered by an anything but angry Shoka. She was grinning. 

…In hindsight, That's was probably scarier.

You backed up as she advanced on you and you were quickly reduced to giggles and yelps as you jerked at every poke she delivered as she switched between tickle spots as easily as breathing. She finally cornered you against the wall as you took her pokes, jerking and hugging yourself in a weak attempt at protection.

"You. stupid. idiot. why. wouldn't. you. ask. this. sooner!?!"

She glared at you but the pout on her lips made you breathe again. 

"You're…not mad?"

You squeaked out. 

She crossed her arms and huffed but her eyes softened and you found yourself pulled into a hug you quickly reciprocated. 

"Of course not dummy. We wouldn't be here to fulfill your adorable request otherwise."

"And Rin-?"

Your breath hitched and you blushed at the smirk on his face, and his dominant body language as he leaned with one leg up against the door, watching Shoka pet your hair in knowing amusement. 

"'Bout time you asked for what you wanted. I've known for months. Filled Shoka in about a month ago. I noticed how you'd run off and hide any time I tickled her, or she me. At first I thought it was discomfort. But then, when we were here and you felt a little safer? You didn't run. You stayed and I got to see you actually wanted us to do that to you ."

His grin widened and became mean enough you hid in the shoulder of Shoka's Gatto Nero hoodie. Didn't stop you from hearing his words though. 

"For someone who enjoys acting you sure suck at masking your reactions when with us. You go red as a damn firetruck and scramble for words if we so much as give you a smolder. Either of us. That was how we first figured out you liked us just like how we liked you." 

You peeked out at him, vulnerability but a strong sense of trust in your gaze. 

"Really? You promise?"

Shoka pulled back to smile gently at you, and you flushed as she pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, swooning all over again. 

"We'd never lie about this or lead you on.  We wanted you to make the first move  because while we were 99% sure- we didn't want to pressure you if you really just saw us as friends and we were misinterpreting your affection and shyness as romantic interest."

"I see…and the other thing…"

You fidgeted uncomfortably, your nervous tics jumping out in anxiety as you averted their gazes.

"You really don't think I'm some kinda freak for liking th-that?

Rindo's lips quirked up teasingly and his tone matched. 

"Oh your thing for being tickled? Of course not."

Shoka scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pulled away, grabbing your hand to pull you towards your bedroom. 

"Like I said loser; we wouldn't be here otherwise now, would we? Now, are you sure you really want to be wrecked by us? I believe your exact words involved "being made to laugh yourself hoarse and still ask for more."

Her grey eyes twinkled in amusement as she sat you down and you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. 

"I'm never drinking again. I was just in such a bad lee mood it slipped out."

"Lee mood?"

Rindo's inquisitive tone made you glance up, and you smiled sheepishly. 

"Yeah. Lee as in t-ticklee. Short for someone who likes b-being-y'know."

You gestured and they both giggled. 

"Could you get any cuter? God. Can I kiss you?"

Rindo's voice had lowered in want and you took a deep breath before nodding. 

His lips met yours and you quickly kissed back. You'd never seen this side of Rindo before. Truth be told you'd always assume him to be the submissive one between him and Shoka…but you should've guessed with your luck they'd just be different types of dominant. 

The kiss became more heated and you started before relaxing as you felt Shoka's hands glide underneath your shirt, her nails grazing your stomach and making you smile against Rindo's lips, heart beating faster. 

Shoka giggled and Rindo pulled back reluctantly as she helped you discard your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Her hands free to roam, they skimmed along your bare skin making you jerk and giggle into Rindo's neck. 

"You're really ticklish, huh?"

At your shy nod Rindo chuckled, and pushed your hair behind your ear. 

"No need to be embarrassed. It's really sweet you like this so much. Let us take care of you, hm?"

Shoka's nails crawled up your back and you squealed, pulling back to raise your shoulders protectively. She smiled in amusement, eyes twinkling in a way that made your stomach flip.

"Tonight is all about you, so you have to tell us what you want. Bondage or no bondage? Any tools you especially like? That kind of thing."

You flushed but took a breath to steady yourself. 

"Yes to bondage. I'm…flexible with tools."

It felt odd to finally be able to talk openly about it after hiding it for so long. A glance up to both of them let you see them both contemplative. 

"Well…I'd prefer we take it slow. It's all of our first time with this. Shoka and I have more experience in the bedroom of course, but the tickling is new. Maybe we'll focus on that and slowly work you up that way? We'll stick with our hands this time. Is that okay?"

Rindo inquired seriously and you nodded. 

"That's fine. I'm good with any kind of pace. I know it's out there so don't feel pressured-"

You yelped as Shoka squeezed your side. 

"Stop putting yourself down for liking this. We want to. Stop framing it like it's some big inconvenience. We love you dummy."

Despite her words her tone was fond and soft and she leaned down to softly kiss you as well. Her lips were softer then Rindo's and she took her time. It helped you lose your tension and get comfortable again after being honest about your wants. 

You felt Rindo gently guide your wrist to the bed post, first one, and then the other and then Shoka straddled your waist, Rindo helping you discard your pants in the meantime. 

You had no time to dwell on the added vulnerability as Shoka squeezed at your inner thighs, making you gasp and throw your head back in laughter. 

"No fhahahahir!!"

"Oh, it's plenty fair. You asked for this, remember? We're just giving you what you want."

Rindo's voice was playful as he gently bound your ankles as well and you squealed, clenching your toes as he ran a finger up your foot. 

Your smile was shy but giddy as you pulled lightly at your bonds. Rindo had very intentionally not tied them too tight. Seeing you struggle Shoka shot you a smirk, her nails scribbling mercilessly at your ribs. 

"We couldn't tie you too tight, now could we? Besides-"

She pecked your forehead before leaning over to blow air in your ear. 

"It's too fun to watch you struggle. It's cute you think you have any chance of escape~"

Rindo snickered at that eagerly wiggling his fingers between your toes to make you squeal. 

"You're all ours."

Needless to say, your night was filled with laughter. The two worked in perfect unison to make you crumble and had you begging much faster than you thought you would. 

Oh well, maybe you’d last longer next time.