#twisted wonderland fan fic

[3cremepie3]

Malleus with a gn reader (amab) with Malleus constantly peppering kisses while fucking them please?

Wander

Synopsis - Malleus having some lovey-dovey sex with gn (amab) reader!! Fluff, smut!

Warnings - Creampie, stomach bludging, cursing

A/n - this is my first time writing for an amab reader. If I made any mistakes pls let me know I plan on writing more fics like this in the future. Thank you so much for requesting btw!!

“Y/n,” Malleus called trying to get your attention. Your eyes were wandering everywhere but his even though you felt his intense stare. “Why aren’t you looking at me, darling? Are you perhaps embarrassed?” There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I know it’s just…”. You couldn’t even get the words out of your mouth as a moan interrupted your speech. “It’s okay use your words.” Malleus soothed you as he kissed you up the nape of your neck. This allowed you to lean in further to his body that was already smothering you.

His abs felt so hard against your leaking dick adding to the pleasure your body was feeling. Your eyes locked with him as your new position forced you to. His stare was intense but loving and for the first time, you could see the fae in all his glory.

Thee Malleus was balls deep hammering into your hole while blushing. You felt a sense of relief wash over you knowing that he was enjoying himself. “So tight I hope I don’t break you, child of man,” he groaned.

“I can handle it… I think,” you whispered. “So quiet,” he laughed. “So cute.” He left another kiss along your neck sending shivers up your sweaty spine. He was so gentle in contrast to his rough strokes that would leave you stretched out for days.

“Fuck so deep!” You yelped feeling him bludge himself into your stomach. “Such a vulgar mouth for a beautiful creature. You must need help covering it huh?” Before you could answer Malleus's tounge swallowed yours.

You exchanged a heated kiss that had drool dripping from the sides of your mouths. “Can’t breathe.” You spoke in between exchanges. It felt as though he was stealing your breath away. And for a moment you were oxygen-deprived.

He finally pulled away from not kissing your mouth but every spot he could see on your face. “So good for me,” he cooed. His hand traveled down your stomach and settled on your dick. You were almost at your limit and Malleus could tell since you were gripping him so tightly.

He kept hitting that sweet spot inside of you. With each stroke, someone began to feel better than the last as he rubbed you up and down slowly. The pace of his hips and his hand didn’t match and it sent your body into an early frenzy. “Faster please faster,” you begged. Your hand went over his quicking his pace.

“Making a mess and you haven’t even cum yet how naughty,” he gasped. You were too humiliated to respond all you could do was sit there and take it. Malleus continued his attack of kisses over your body even as you came into his palm. It shot up on top of you hitting his abs like they were a perfect target.

Your body fell limp as all your energy was exuded. So Malleus had to use you like a ragdoll to finish. “I’ll be done soon, my love.” He kissed your lips to make up for it as he followed after you. By the time he was done cumming your insides felt full. He remained inside of you plugging his liquid in.

You watched as he pulled out still keeping eye contact with you. And you were for sure not meeting your eyes wander from this sight.

[twstinginthewind]

🦇 - I wanna hear your Vampy thoughts

It is a cold, damp night, and you wrap your coat around you snugly as you walk home from the train station. Your evening out had gone longer than you expected, but at least you managed to pick up the last train back. There were no taxis at the station, though, and your phone already died, so forget about scheduling a ride.

At least the rain had slowed down. Streetlights reflected on the empty moisture-slicked streets, and fog hung in the air like clouds descending to the surface, thick and imposing.

Ordinarily - from behind glass, while armed with a warm drink and a blanket - you might even find this kind of weather to be cozy. Ordinarily, though, you wouldn't have to walk a couple of miles in it, in rapidly dampening shoes and coat, your hair sticking to the sides of your face. Under a streetlight, you pause. You try and adjust your coat for better coverage, and push your hair away from where it's stuck to your forehead and temples.

And then you hear it.

A single, clear giggle drifts through the air. Your head snaps up. Is someone making fun of me?, you think defensively, looking around for the source of the laughter.

Nothing.

The mist drifts around you, carried by the shifts in the air currents made my your movements, but that is the only thing you see on the otherwise deathly-still street. No follow-up laugh, either; just the muted sounds of dripping, trickling moisture all around. No sign of where anything like that would have come from.

Despite being tempted to call out, you continue silently on your walk, tiny swirls of fog being kicked up with your every step. The fog is getting thicker as the night gets chillier, and you feel a bit like it wants to center itself around you.

Nothing like a bit of pointless paranoia to spice up a miserable midnight stroll, right? You huff and start to pick up your pace, wet shoes squelching against the pavement. And then, there it is again, no louder than the dull squish of shoe against sidewalk; a bright, short giggle.

Fine. Fine, if someone thinks your soggy walk home is so funny, let them laugh. Have fun, random weirdo, you mean nothing to me. You make a face, huddling inside your coat, and keep walking. The night suddenly feels about five degrees colder - or is it just your nerves?

Probably the latter, as your spine turns to ice when you hear, far too close to your ear, "What's the matter, Shrimpy. Don't you wanna stop and play with me?"

Despite the fear, you whirl around, making the mist billow and curl around you. No one was there. No sign of anyone, except that infuriating giggle, which now seemed to be swirling around you.

You are NOT having this right now. Fear, cold, and soggy shoes will not hold you back. You run. And as you run, the fog builds and builds around you. The usually semi-familiar streets become more and more unrecognizable. You try and keep track of where you are, but with no landmarks or signs visible, you find yourself taking a wrong turn or five, and you are suddenly in a part of town you don't recognize. You come to a stop, panting and coughing, trying to ease the burning in your chest. You look around. Are you finally alone?

Up ahead of you, a light becomes visible, shining through the otherwise impenetrable fog. Maybe someone out walking their dog, or a night watchman, or something - it could be help. You start towards it, a comforting glowing golden beacon in this dismal night.

... that little light seems awfully high up for a flashlight, you think as you draw close, and then it blinks. And then there's two eyes, one shining gold, one warm olive-brown. And just as quickly, there's a mouthful of sharp, needle-like teeth. And then there's pain. And the laughter again.

And just as suddenly, silence overtakes everything. And the fog pulls away from where you had been, revealing just a pair of wet shoes on the sidewalk.

[loverboy-radio]

sebek's saviour

what happens ing this fic is not ok to put someone through and if you are in this kind of enviroment you need to get out and take the person who is also in said enviroment away and to a safe place.

warning: bullying, abuse, burning someone, hospital's, my spelling, angst, knife.

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sebek was a teen that lived a loving life among his family and friends, always being their to give the passion that he was shown in life wether it was from love, weather, knowledge and hate, it was something he would bring passion into to show life that he would never let it stop him from achiving what he wanted no matter how long he had to work he would keep going.

in the home he grew up in with his family that had enough bedrooms for all and would keep the family safe when they were at the worst, no matter the fight's that accured or the laughter that would echo through the walls it would always be a place were sebek felt safest. safe in words, safe in actions, and safe in feelings.

but as time went on as he grew the thoughts that would pile up from the pain that had been thrown to him with words.

sebek was on an errin to get some bread, with the money given from his mum. the streets were busy and the people were loud, there were colour's and sounds that he just loved to hear from people he wished to become and be apart of. the sky was just nearing midday, with the sun sorching in the sky with a sweet heat that reminds us of a hug from a loved one.

the fae arounf him all had one thing in common though. they all showed their hatred of his excistance due to the fact he was born from the love of his parent's that were human and fae. a pairing that the fae did not like one bit. they thought it was discraseful due to the fact that they believe that humans were rotten and disgusting being that had no right to live.

and they show that towards, sebek in many ways. with today being many.

sebek was grabbed into an alleyway and kicked into the wall by some fae that decided to be horrid and putred being to sebek as a small boy.

the kicked him over and over, for one of them to grab a pot of boiling water and poured it over his head which in turn sebek screamed in agony and for the fae walking by they mearly smirked with amusment from the pain sebek was clearly in. once they did that they grabed a dagger and began to slash him with it all while laughing. until someone came to stop them who was none other than.

lilia vanrouge and his son silver.

"hey brats, stop that at once before i do the same to you but worse!" lilia yelled in a voice he hasn't used since he was in the army as a general. as he grabbed the fae he began to say.

"what makes you think this is something you should! huh? abusing a child that is less than half your size." lilia then motioned silver to check on sebek to see if he could tell him where he lives so they can get his parents.

once lilia was done he went to help sebek and bring him to a hospital to be treated and cared for.

once they were at the hospital lilia went to get his parents to tell them what happened and while he was doing that and sebek was treated silver noticed him crying and asking silver why he had to go through this when he had done nothing.

"you know sometimes people are like that, but that doesn't mean that it is ok. it just means that you need to fight back to show them you won't let them get away with what they did." as he cuddled sebek while in the hospital bed for them to soon fall asleep.

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[zacklover24]

Chapters: 2/24 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sebek Zigvolt/Reader, Yuu | Player & Sebek Zigvolt, Deuce Spade/Ace Trappola, Floyd Leech/Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto/Jade Leech, Rook Hunt/Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier/Jack Howl, Kalim Al-Asim/Jamil Viper, Trey Clover/Cater Diamond, Ruggie Bucchi/Leona Kingscholar Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver (Twisted-Wonderland), Sebek Zigvolt, Grim (Twisted-Wonderland), Sam (Twisted-Wonderland) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Loud Sebek Zigvolt, Sebek Zigvolt Being Sebek Zigvolt, Best Friends, Friends as Family, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Inspired by Tumblr, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, The Author Regrets Nothing, Blood and Injury, Swearing Summary:

Inspired by @pomefioredove on Tumblr. Riddle just wanted to express his gratitude towards Tessa. As awful as his mother was, she did instill good manners. As such, giving her a hand made bracelet seemed ideal. Unfortunately for Riddle this seemed to spark some sort of contest. A contest that spread like wildfire among all seven dorms. What started out as a thank you gift quickly escalated and got out of hand. Who will come out on top? Who will win? And how will Tessa wear all the friendship bracelets?

[suntails]

hijo de la luna

[danika-redgrave124]

Day 2: Chocolate

The kitchen of cafeteria was supposed to be a place of productivity. Supposed to be. The First Years had gathered with the noble intention of making chocolates for Valentine’s Day, but—predictably—things had gone south. Fast.

At first, everything was going smoothly. Yuu was carefully tempering chocolate, Jack was measuring ingredients with precision, and Sebek was grumbling about the importance of proper technique. Ortho, ever the enthusiastic helper, was calculating the exact temperature needed for the perfect consistency.

Then came Ace. "Hey, Deuce, catch!"

A spoonful of melted chocolate sailed through the air. Deuce, ever the earnest fool, turned just in time for the warm, sticky mess to splatter against his cheek.

"Ace! What the hell?!" Deuce sputtered, reaching for a handful of cocoa powder in retaliation.

Before anyone could intervene, he hurled it. Ace ducked, and instead, the cloud of cocoa dust exploded over Grim, coating his fur in a fine layer of brown.

"ACK! MY BEAUTIFUL FUR! HOW DARE YOU?!" Grim screeched, immediately retaliating with a swipe of his paw—unfortunately dunked in melted chocolate.

That was the breaking point.

In an instant, the kitchen descended into absolute chaos.

Epel, cackling like a mischief-making imp, flicked chocolate at Ortho, who merely tilted his head in amusement before engaging battle mode—activating his mechanical arms to spray whipped cream in retaliation. Ace and Deuce had devolved into an all-out war, hurling chocolate at each other with no regard for collateral damage. Jack, despite his initial attempt at maintaining order, got dragged into it when Epel jumped on his back to gain higher ground, smearing chocolate on his uniform and hair in the process.

Sebek, furious, tried to stop them. "SILENCE, YOU INSOLENT HUMA—ACK!" A rogue truffle smacked him directly in the forehead. His rage-fueled tirade was cut short as Yuu, in an attempt to escape the madness, slipped on a puddle of melted chocolate and collided straight into Sebek and Jack, taking all three of them down in a pile of sugar, cocoa, and regret.

It was at that exact moment that Professor Crewel walked in.

The room went silent.

Crewel took in the sight before him: a kitchen in ruins, cocoa powder floating in the air like smoke from an explosion, Grim furiously licking his paws clean, and his so-called “responsible students”—Yuu, Jack, and Sebek—absolutely drenched in chocolate, his eye twitched.

"Yuu, Jack, Sebek—you pups were supposed to be the responsible ones!" he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "You're more caked in chocolate than they are!"

Sebek opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Crewel held up a gloved hand. "Not. Another. Word."

Ace, still holding a chocolate truffle covered in chocolate, turned his head toward Deuce with a smirk. "Worth it."

Deuce groaned.

Yuu, face still covered in chocolate, sighed. "So… uh. Detention?"

Crewel crossed his arms. "Oh, detention would be merciful. Congratulations, pups—you’ve just volunteered to clean this kitchen until it’s spotless. Not a speck of cocoa out of place, or else."

A collective groan rose from the group.

"Ugh… Ah should’ve just bought chocolates instead," Epel muttered under his breath.

Jack sighed, wiping some chocolate from his ear. "No kidding."

Ortho, still completely clean despite being in the middle of the chaos, tilted his head cheerfully. "This was fun! Let’s do it again next year!"

A chorus of "NO!" rang through the kitchen.

@oh-hopeless-heart

I love Platonic First Years, they have my whole heart.

[the-fab-fox]

Atten: Interest Check

Okay so. It's almost March! Which means stores and places are gonna be getting all that green, leprechaun-y, shamrock-y stuff going.

So I thought. You know what else is green and shamrock-y?

A very special young man named Trey <Middle Name> Clover.

Aw look how cute. 🥹

Anyway. So here's the pitch:

A month long fic and writing challenge featured around Trey Clover. For the month of March. (I know it's short notice but that's why I'm doing the interest check.)

I'll be real. A big part of this is due to the absolutely uncalled for hatred he has received for his dream. Y'all literally married in your mind to would be murders but Trey's dream where he wanted everyone happy is crossing a line? Like okay. Sure, Jan.

So if you're one of them, get off this post and probably unfollow me. My Trey love is too massive and insurmountable to contain. Especially this month.

But also, since Sebek's bday will be on Saint Patty's Day you'll have some prompts that feature him as well.

Okay so my thought on how it would go down:

Each week will have specific prompts that you can pick from. There will also be some free days peppered in. Lastly if you absolutely hate the prompts one week, you can absolutely just go free day. Id much rather you enjoy yourself rather than try to force a prompt you're not vibing with.

And ofc, this challenge will be for all of you. If you aren't feeling a week or get behind, no worries. This is your baby once I get it to you guys.

We just really need more Trey love in this fandom okay.

So first, things first?

Now. I'd like to hear from you guys who are interested in the replies:

Do y'all want more thematic/poetic type prompts, ship prompts, etc? And how many prompts y'all want for each week? My initial thought was two but three could be good too. Lmk.

Alright, I can't think of anything else.

Please reblog to get the word out.

[random-fanfic-ideas]

Yo dude, is there a fanfic out there where the MC comes into the twisted wonderland world already pregnant???

I need to know if it’s been done bro! I wanna see that fanfic bro! Y’all gotta any recommendations?

[sinjaangels]

Above, Omair standing on all fours with folded wings. Wings folded doesn't take any space and are tight.

Omair in uniform!

Scarabia dorm uniform.

Savanaclaw dorm uniform.

How to dress your harpy!

To most, it seems difficult for harpies to wear clothing. Most harpies prefer and are found to only being feathers and scales. Fluffiness is based on the species of bird. It is possible for harpies to wear clothing. 85 to 90 percent of harpies chose a feral lifestyle.

Typical harpy clothing is fitted to be streamlined for flight. Close to the body to retain balance and focus.

Harpies that have settled in a single location with more social interaction wear more clothing based on the weather and presentation. Being social creatures, all harpies, even if they are species that typically lives alone, live in groups. Some harpies live in proximity of other monsters. In social groups, wearing clothes is much easier with assistance.

Harpies can dressed themselves. On their wings are two or three "fingers" that can grip and hold. Not as dexterous as a human hand. Prefered clothing are ones that can be pulled on. They avoid buttons, zippers, and the like.

The major concern when it comes to clothes, are the wings. As mentioned previously, clothes must not hindered flying. No heavy fabrics! Sleeves must be wide enough to slip the wings through. As broad as the wings are unfolded, the wings are tightly folded like an accordian and the feathers are strong and flexible to bend.

Omair is on display wearing the Scarabia and Savanaclaw uniforms. Omair wears the Scarabia uniform because he is fond of Jamil.

If Omair's soul was percieved by the Dark Mirror, he would be sorted in Savanaclaw. Omair's persistence for freedom lead him to kill for it.

Parts of both uniforms were omitted. Omair is very active and does a lot of flying, crawling, and climbing. Also fighting. He could wear jewelry but he losses them. The second vest with the red flaps were removed. The belt has too much fabric and could catch on something. With the Savanaclaw uniform, Omair goes without the best. The leather feels heavy to Omair and the zipper annoys him. He doesn't want the vest flapping against his chest. Distracting! Instead of the belt, he wears the scarf.

[yuri-is-online]

Mafia Ayuu Think Post

i.e. I am just spitballing and cleaning out my drafts after I wrote that thing with Floyd earlier...

Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, and Diasomnia are the only actual Mafia families, Idia and Ignyhide are an loosely affiliated group of hackers who do work for both sides of the law depending on what they feel like while Heartslabyul are the police force.

Crowley is the mayor of Night Raven City who is only still in power due to his connections to the criminal underworld. Trein is the ancient District Attorney who tries his best to keep things clean, but he's old and he lost one of his more promising prosecutors in Riddle to the role of Police Commissioner. At least he still has Rollo, there's no way that could turn out bad.

Yuu is just some person tm who lives in the "ghost town" part of the city in an abandoned house with their cat Grim. I can't really decide what I want to do with them but I like the idea of them maybe doing a little crime trying to scrape by and getting dragged into a bigger mess than they bargained for when Riddle makes them a deal to act as an informant.

Either that or my original idea which was for them to be a reporter who works the crime beat and hates their life and wants to move idk

[frenchmess23yo]

Yall I’m looking for a fic called the princess of briar valley that was kinda good and that I wanted to read again but I can’t find it can yall help me?

[3cremepie3]

Airhead pt. 1

Synopsis - Riddle Rosehearts x fem reader. Y/n is an idiot and needs help with studying from Riddle! She wants to pay back his kindness in the only way she know how.

Warnings - innocent riddle, lose of innocence, graphic mentions of head lol, premarital sex, cursing, spit, roughness, slutty y/n, bimbo y/n

A/n - I was supposed to start this series so long ago but I got caught up in request. I found this so fun to write and I will be continuing it!

“Hey riddle,” you exclaimed. You pulled him in for a big hug he deserved it for being so generous. He was helping you study for free! “There’s no need for that.” His words were harsh but his smile said otherwise. Whatever you let him go and plopped down on his bed.

“Wow, it’s so soft I can lay here forever.” You will not now up at once,” he demanded. “In order to get optimal study results students sit at desks. I have a perfectly organized one here.” You sighed getting up to sit at his desk. The chair was cool against your ass cheeks that hung out your dress.

It was uncomfortable and for some reason forced you to sit up. “Now let us begin I have tea time to attend to and I’ll leave you for independent study time then.” Okay,” you accepted. The session didn’t even start yet and you were bored. "Yawning already? Did you not get a good night's rest?"

"No, I stayed up all night waiting on a flash sale." Well, that was idiotic,' He claimed. "When your dorm has no AC you make do with what you can get, look isn't it cute."

"My god," Riddle gasped. "Isn't that lingerie women wear that for their husbands and as far as I know you aren't married." You erupted into a fit of giggles. God, he was over dramatic! “Riddle you're too innocent for your own good," you laughed. "I'm just wearing it to bed what's the harm in that?"

"You're right." He cleared his throat and stepped away to grab a hefty text book. "Hand me your phone there must be no distractions." You were hesitant but handed it over. Riddle grabbed a chair and scooted over towards you. Your body moved closer to his wanting to marinate in his scent. "Wow, you smell so nice Riddle like roses."

"Well thank you I make sure to use rosemary oil and- what are you doing get back to reading at once!" He pointed to the paragraph your eyes finished scanning. "I already finished," you pouted. "Fine then let's get started on this written response."

"The teacher wants you to write this in a formal format so no personal perspective." He continued to yap on and on about something that you couldn't bother to hear as you were distracted by the flamingos running across the yard. "Get him." You cheered leaning out the window to watch the mayhem between students and flamingos concur.

In an instant, you flashed him the short dress that you wore hiked up your back. “You mustn’t lean over like everything is showing,” Riddle yelled. He covered his eyes wanting to keep your privacy. “Ace he went that way,” you pointed. You felt the air on your ass and quickly realized what Riddle had been yelling about.

“Oops my ass was out,” you giggled. “It’s not funny Y/n!” Come on Riddle you act like you’ve never seen anyone’s panties before.” He stared at you blankly. “Wait you genuinely haven’t?” His face became rosy red at your question. “Well, not in real life of course.”

“Christ how is anyone this pure,” you wondered. “My mother kept me very sheltered from a lot of things.” So you’ve never watched porn?” He held his head low not meeting your bright eyes. “ How is that your first thought no I have not.” We’ll have you ever had a girlfriend or a side hoe or a hookup?”

“No I don’t have time for any of that,” he admitted. “I guess remaining top student comes with its downfalls.” You frowned for Riddle. You couldn’t imagine not getting laid. Just then you thought of something. “Well, Riddle since you gave me your time helping me study I’ll give you mine in bed?” You watched him awaiting his answer. “But mother says only married couples do that.”

You slapped your forehead out of frustration. “Mother means married couples stick it in. No one said we have to do all of that.” I suppose there’s no harm since it’ll be a fair exchange and as long as it’s done before tea time.”

“Yup just the perfect pace,” you gleamed. Now why don’t we get on the bed,” you suggested. “Alright.” Oh wow Riddle I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this.” Well, you only live once they say.” He propped himself up on his elbows wanting to face you.

“This process is for relaxation you can lay fully down.” He laid back sinking into his many pillows. “Good boy now take off your clothes.” You heard his breath hitch at the thought but his hands were eager to make them come undone. He stopped at his underwear, however. “Need help or something.” Your hand graced over his bulge and then to the band of his boxers.

“I think that would be best,” he admitted. You couldn’t help but notice his hands shaking. “Aww Riddle don’t be nervous. You sat up to give him some kisses on his burning torso. “It’s just a little dick-sucking,” you reminded. “I know but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, then I’ll take things slower if you need it.” You began to kiss him softly he was a beginner after all. The first few were awkward teeth colliding but cute as you shared drool. The next ones were better since you took control catching his tongue in yours. You broke apart letting him catch his breath.

His hands tangled themselves in your hair pulling you back in. You balanced yourself on the bed before pulling your hips over his. Now you straddled his lap and could feel his heat against you. Riddle pulled up your dress which caused a gasp to come from your lips.

“Are you eager now?” Yes.” You looked up to see a riddles face flushed in a shade of scarlet. “Fine then I’m gonna go back down here. You crawled back to his legs making sure to land in an arch. Riddle thought he would lose his mind seeing the peak of your ass on full display. You pulled down his boxers to clearly see his mental state.

“Aww look at you dripping,” you coddled. "You can touch it i see you staring." Oh okay," he hesitated. You felt a hand collide with your ass cheek. He rubbed the flesh gently afterwards although it was an apology. You were gonna let out a protest but his focused face was too cute to pass up. You let a glob of spit coat his tip. You scanned his reaction as it slid down to his base.

His breath hitched at the warmness. Soon your mouth would follow the direction of the spit swallowing him down until you gagged. You exited with a pop making his toes curl. "So how's your first time getting head feel?" Good now continue," he demanded. His hand pushed you down onto his waiting dick.

You felt it twitch in your mouth as your tongue followed every curve every vein its entire being. "Oh my god," Riddle huffed. "Your cocks so cute look at it shake for me." You let it rest and spasm on your cheek. Your face had become wet with spit and his pre but you didn't mind. "Taste so good baby," you mumbled. Riddle could only bite his thumb down in response to holding his moans.

Your hand left his thigh to assist you in pumping him. Your grip was strong bringing his balls to tingle. Your lips noticed as you licked against the masses. And it intensified as you juggled them both in your mouth. He looked down on you astonished at your sinful actions.

Your dress was soaked but you were only just getting started. "Change of plans I want you to throat fuck me." Riddle looked at you like a lost puppy. "What does that mean." After quickly giving him a rundown he got into position. "So like this." He asked while pushing himself into your pulsing throat. Your hand linked themselves on his hips bringing him to push himself even deeper.

Riddle let out a grunt at the sensation of you squeezing around him. "Fuck it's like you're sucking me in." You chuckled you'd never think you'd get to hear Riddle RoseHearts curse. His hips buckled back and forth drilling themselves into you. But you still felt as though he was going to be soft on you.

"Riddle here's your chance to ruin me, to take all anger and stress out on me, to manhandle me. You're a man right then prove it to me." You spoke while scattering cock kisses. Riddle scoffed he was tired of everyone second-guessing him because he was small. "While since you give me permission I shall do my best job at it."

His smile twisted into a cruel smirk. You could tell in his head he had felt as though he was back in charge of the monarchy. While really you were still the dominant you just loved getting throat fucked. His hands raced to grab your neck forcing you to collide with the end of his shaft. You felt his hair tickle your nose while you gagged heavenly.

Riddle couldn't get enough of the vibrations against his core and forced you to stay until he watched your eyes roll back. You coughed greatly after being freed but stars were in your excited eyes as the same fate occurred. You watched Riddle lose himself in the contractions of your throat.

He moaned loudly as he pumped you like a fleshlight. They became whimper and he let out mewls that sounded as though he was crying. It was music to your ears especially when his voice that was sure to go raw yelled "Y/n" a dozen times. If he kept this up your throat would organize his shape forever.

And you wouldn't mind as long as you heard his whimper audio. "So good I think I'm gonna." He tried to give you a warning but it was too late. His cum poured down your throat leaving you to swallow the best you could in the short amount of time you had. The excess liquid spilled down your face and his now empty balls. He finally let go of his grip which allowed you to move away from the monster that was his cock.

You had 100% slayed that beast as he softened in front of your eyes. You pulled the bottom of your dress down ignoring the wet patch your essence had left on his bed. "Now we both held our fair end of the exchange." You spoke your voice raspy while removing your dress and stealing one of Riddle's shirts.

"Yes if you ever need help again be sure to let me know," he exclaimed. "Mhmm I'd love to push things even further. What your mother knows doesn't hurt her Riddle. It's not sin if its secret!”

[twstinginthewind]

Hihi! You said minific, yeah? Well if you feel up for it, how about your biggest problematic fave in TWST but 🦇

But they're all problematic! That's what's so fun about them!

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The bakery on the corner has been the same for nearly a century. And not just in terms of the same ownership; the building itself looks almost the same as the day the business opened, its painted windows and polished wood furnishings maintained impeccably, seemingly untouched by the ravages of time, wear, or vandalism. The bright green and gold three leaf clovers have not faded a bit, and still act like a beacon for those in search of sweets from all over the city.

Inside, the bakery staff always seems to be the same, an ever-rotating cast of rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed, smiling young people, dedicated to their positions. Management is always held by a member of the same family - currently, it's a slender, ginger-haired young man with a cunning grin, a mind designed for marketing brilliance, and a collection of nervous tics that become more obvious the longer one speaks to him. The Diamond and Clover families, he says, blinking a bit too fast, have been in a partnership for generations, and have created a place where the traditional flavors of the city can be savored in a pristine, retro-styled establishment! No, sorry, Mister Clover isn't available for comment, he's afraid... He's overnights, you see, making all of these WONDERFUL treats. Have you tried the black-and-white cookies?

The bakery has been working with the same recipes for decades, with some experimental items and changes for modern tastes cycling on and off of the menu as the years go by. There is always at least one member of the Clover family among the front staff, but their talents are most often used in the kitchens.

Kitchens, yes. The small, bright one on the main level, visible from the sales floor, where green-aproned staff decorate cakes and wrap sandwiches to go, is most well-known by the bakery's patrons. But it's not where most of the work gets done. That kitchen is downstairs, below the main hum of the business upstairs.

It's quite a bit darker down there; the overhead lights never quite seem to completely cut through the subterranean gloom. The large room is a temple to cleanliness. Stainless steel counters equipped with sinks, pristine rolling racks with clean and well-used trays lining them, the largest wood-fired oven in the city, a huge storage pantry for ingredients that looks as though it had never seen a rat or an insect in the entire time it had been in use; aside from the insufficiency of the lights, it looks like any baker's dream kitchen. At the far end of the kitchen, a solid double door leads to a small delivery dock. At the opposite end, a securely locked metal door leads to what seems to be a storage room, air heavy with the scents of earth and copper pipes.

During the day, however, it stands empty. The downstairs kitchen doesn't come to life until after dark. To hear Mister Diamond speak of it, it sounds as cozy as a dream. A senior staff member, one of the Clover family, oversees a tight-knit team of bakers to fill the next day's sales needs. They work overnight in order to create all of the breads, cakes, pastries, and snacks that the store needs, following the recipes handed down over generations. Sometimes, a lucky member of the front of store staff will get to join them, and learn from their techniques, too!

Mister Diamond isn't telling the complete truth.

There is one sticking point to this story... how the recipes are handed down. They have not been. The recipes - although many of them have been permanently committed to memory - have remained in the possession of a single man since the 1930s. He's uncertain about changing much, you see, since he remembers very distinctly how each of the classic recipes taste, and he wouldn't be able to check and see how any changes would affect the flavor. And he doesn't trust the collection of great-grand nephews and nieces who work by his side; they weren't there, they couldn't know.

And the little ones that Mister Diamond sends down every once in a while, ugh. No patience, no sensibilities. Mister Clover can hardly stand it; he finds he generally has to convince them to forget everything they learned while working downstairs.

Still, it beats having to source his own meals. And they do become MUCH better workers after he's made use of them once. So devoted to the shop. Ready to do anything for their lead baker.

He gets to live his life unnoticed among the monster hunters of the city, so many of whom rely on his shop for their daily bread... Trey does love that irony.

[trixie-in-wonderland]

To celebrate the release of my Mysterious Joker × Twisted Wonderland fan fiction story, Miracle Maker In Twisted Wonderland, I decided to make this tag/drawing challenge where artists draw their TWST OCs or Yuu/MC character(s) as Phantom Thieves!

These drawings will be in the form of character cards. Here are the background pictures for the R and SR cards (if you want to draw your character as an SSR card, then you can draw your own background for it)

R: SR:

Challenge Rules 👇

There is no need to have any knowledge of the Mysterious Joker fandom to do this challenge.

Please reblog this post if you are doing the challenge (you don't have to tag anyone)

When you post your drawing, please add a link to this post and add the tag "Gathering Of TWST Phantom Thieves Challenge"

Your characters' outfits must be based on other phantom thieves (or regular thieves) outfits. But the character you based your outfit on don't have to be from Mysterious Joker (for example: Kaito Kid from Magic Kaitou 1412, or Sampo Koski from Honkai Star Rail)

Here are some phantom thief outfit examples from Mysterious Joker:

The outfits color scheme must be the same as your OC's dorm color scheme. But if you're doing a Yuu/MC character, then you can do whatever color scheme you want.

You may give your character a mask or monocle to wear on their face.

You can draw more than one character for this challenge. But please post them separately.

If your Yuu/MC character(s) are from different fandoms, you are still allowed to do a drawing of them.

You are allowed to make a drawing of canon TWST characters for this challenge.

You are allowed to draw groovy versions of your cards.

Do not draw someone else's OC or Yuu/MC character(s)! Not unless you get permission or they commission you. If you are commissioned or given permission, please tag the owner of the OC or Yuu/MC character(s).

Do not add gore, blood, or nudity to your drawings.

Artists who are tagged don't have to do this challenge.

Do not tag an artist who has already been tagged.

Tagging: @oya-oya-okay , @bunnwich , @tickledpink31 , @cheekinpermission , @cozymochi , @ashipiko , & @cheerleaderman

[hihelloheyhowdy]

Malleus realizing feelings + confession.

I've seen so many different headcanons of how he would confess but here is my personal take

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Malleus is been going on nightly walks with you, and opened up about his loneliness. Getting really close to you (some thing Sebak was extremely against but what he doesn't know won't hurt him).

So imagine his confusion when his heart starts beating especially quickly when you get to close.

Is this what child of men call 'heart attacks'? is he endangered? Should he be worried? so he says bye and just poofs out of there

"Sorry child of man I must go, I'm not feeling well."

"Oh well is there anything i can he-" and he's gone.

Lilia is so confused when he hears Malleus call him in a tone mixed with confusion, panic, and concern, wasn't he on the walk with the magic-less perfect he seems to have taken a liking too?

Malleus is pale complexion makes the pink-y/red hue on his face far too noticeable.

Ah, he can already connect the dots here.

"I was fine really but they stubbled closer to me and suddenly my heart is going double? triple? it's pace. Of course i'm not sure what sickness they could've given me, but surely this is not normal."

Lilia is trying so hard not to laugh, this is a serious moment. The crown prince/future king, and more importantly- one of the children he's worked hard to raise has found a love interest. So he's going to try his best to help- after all he's been around long enough to know that romantic feelings and relationships should be handled with care.

"Malleus, have you considered you may have romantic feelings for the perfect?"

Malleus literally freezes. Just stops completely.

What?

Romantic???

feelings?????

For who??????

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A million thoughts all at once

When? Where? How? Why? Is he allowed it? Can a fae even gain romantic feelings? Will they go away? Will they grow stronger? Can you notice? Have you known and not said anything? Do you like Malleus? See him as anything more than a friend? Do you even consider him a friend? Do you just tolerate him? Do you secretly share the same view point as everyone else about him and have been hiding?

The last thought left a bad taste on in his mouth. The idea of you even mildly disliking him made him want hide away. Is that normal for when a person has romantic feelings?

Lilia notices Malleus is change in attitude.

"Malleus? Are you feelings alright?"

"Yes? Maybe? No, no i don't think i am."

"Okay, maybe take a breathe. Having romantic feelings isn't the worst thing that could happen."

Malleus finds himself in the library reading books about romantic feelings and relationships, subconsciously making a checklist to see if he really does have feelings for you.

Finding the other person attractive: yeah, he'd found you more appealing than others.

Wanting to be around the person more: yes, he always found himself wanting to spend time with you.

Feeling happier around the person: of course he felt happy around you.

As he kept going through questions you'd find on the back of a teen girl magazine his head was spinning.

He had a crush on you.

Oh dear.

He didn't really know how it approach it at first

Lilia told him to "go for it" and "court the perfect if you want to be with them"

As he thought about it, a romantic relationship with you seemed... lovely.

He began to crave it, to want you to have feelings for you back.

So he decided to court you.

You were confused at first, not knowing whatever... this was that he was doing

After all one night he disappears middle of your walk, and then various nights later is giving you what is seemingly expressive jewelry.

On the third night he offered you jewelry, you said something that shattered his world.

"Malleus I can't accept this-"

To you what was simply being polite, and not accepting crazy priced gifts was to Malleus a rejection.

So he pouted, and once again disappeared without warning.

When Lilia saw Malleus upset, speaking about how the perfect does not reciprocate his feelings, he knew something was up.

Lilia wasn't an idiot he knew you liked Malleus, so he needed to know what was going on.

When you saw Lilia at your door the next day, you jumped at the chance to get answers

"Do you know why is Malleus has been acting so strange?"

"Because you rejected him."

"I didn't reject him?"

"But he was courting you, and you didn't accept his advances?"

"Courting me? Since when?!"

"Oh! you humans court differently. You see when a dragon fae wants to court someone they usually give them precious gems, and rocks."

"So when I didn't want to take it..."

"He thought you were rejected his romantic advances."

Once it had set in, you put a plan into motion.

Later that day you showed up at the Diasomnia dorm.

Sebek wanted to kick you out upon sight, but Lilia and Silver held him down so you could go speak to Malleus.

Upon seeing you he was happy at first, then heartbroken.

"Malleus I have something to gift you."

His ears perked up.

He stared down at the rock with a painted heart on it in your hands with curiosity.

"I couldn't find a precious gem on such short notice, but I hoped this would temporarily suffice in allowing me to court the great dragon prince."

He had never felt so happy.

It's now his new prized possession, next to Gao-Gao Drakon-Kun.

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's note: I have finally resumed on updating Lulu's lore! yippie! I'll be inactive once again as I'll be focusing more that isn't twst related, but I'll make sure to keep on writing for the next chapters! Happy holidays, everyone! 🎄

Her last attempt to talk to Vil Shoenheit was another failure. Louise fled out of the Pomefiore dormitory immediately when she was spotted by a boy who she has no recollection of knowing about. But he seems to be acquainted with Vil. She wasn’t given the time to witness her old friend’s beauty up close due to the statement she heard that shook her core.

“There’s nothing to mend,” those words echo into her mind. That boy, the one who wholeheartedly accepted who she was, no longer exists in this twisted world. The poor lass no longer have any hope left to break free from the name of Mirage. 

With her reaching the portal, she went through it at the speed of light. However, as soon as she got out, her feet couldn’t land safely.

“Ah—!” She missed the ground, causing her to lose concentration to her levitation magic. A broom could’ve supported her weight, but unfortunately her cheek has hit the hall’s floor before her heel could. She rolled on her back until she hit the wall, making a loud thud against it. Thankfully, no one has to see her sorry state at that moment. And most certainly…no one has to see her sobbing like a child.

She tried to swallow the noise, barely keeping herself from wailing as she choked helplessly on her tears. Louise von Mirage remains shackled to her family’s ambition for her holy debut. The event that led to her nightmares, the downfall of Night Raven College, and no one will be able to stop it.

“What am I supposed to do now…?” Louise sobbed as she struggled to stand. “I have doomed them all and yet I’m—” A thought of uncertainty clouds her mind from finishing her sentence. What exactly is she supposed to be right now? What is she trying to obtain from doing this? 

“...I came here to deliver a message to the head mage, but,” She paused as she knew her quest to this island had already been completed. Believing her words of the prophesied incident should've been easy, but with no title to hold…her claims won’t be credible. She might need to give it another go tomorrow. If ever things did not end well…she still has to witness it with her very own eyes. 

But what about him? Will she get another chance to talk to him? It took her minutes to realize he’s been trying to set his mind somewhere else, the preparation for the ball. He’s only active in official businesses—there’s no hidden meaning to it. He’s only preparing to meet the Saintess, not Louise.

That’s right, she mustn’t assume there’s still a place for her in his heart. There’s no room left, only the cramped space of a mirror that reflects her image of his hatred. But why convince herself if it couldn’t heal her wounded heart? Why does she keep choosing to be hurt if she couldn’t gain his favor? Was it really to prove that she didn’t lie back then?

…Or was it for love?

These thoughts numb her mind as if both hope and doubt are mixed into poison. Oh, how much she wants to not open her eyes and succumb to the toxicity of her situation. Despite an absurd thought, these eyes hold more importance than her life. These special eyes must witness what has to happen in this school’s future as if it’s the last thing she could do before she gets shrouded by darkness. 

The pitiful lass groaned as she shut her eyes. She felt the heat behind her eyelids as it searched for a mirror to look through. It wants to see it again, the destruction of the beloved college of the headmage. Or perhaps the aftermath of its crumbled structure. She wrapped her hands around her head, trying to fight the temptation of the unseen future. She refuses to yield until the burning sensation leaves her eyes. 

“It’s gone…but it will come back to haunt me,” a trembling sigh escaped her lips as she grew weary of the repetitive resistance from the power she holds. After some time, she recalled Vil’s back facing her as he walked away farther and farther…until he’s no longer there. “...You said our connection was tightened so much that cutting it was your only solution…I had to untangle it by hand. I've been trying to untangle it desperately because I’m afraid of cutting it off.” 

Her tears begin to well up once again, but this time her sorrowful voice cannot be muted with no more strength to hold it. “I’ve always been afraid…and yet I’m still holding on like a fool!” If only she could tell him those same words that time, could she still feel his warmth? With how things are between them, an indifferent gaze is what she’ll only receive. 

“What was I hoping for…” He’ll never look her way. Never in a million years.

With no energy left to use her magic, she trudged her way out of the hall as she walked aimlessly. Her whimpers and sniffles echo through every hallway she walks into, reaching every ear of the students who were just passing by. Curiosity fills them, but they do not dare look for the source as they believe it to be a bad omen. . . . .

The air cools down as the sky roars from the distance. It wasn’t supposed to rain today but news of a storm coming their way has recently circulated the island. It even reached the school in no time. Eventually, a drizzle came down, then it turned into a loud pour of rain. The students outside ran to take shelter to move the props they’ve been decorating.

“Storm coming our way and then a rumor of a weeping ghost? They have a lot of time to gossip but not to finish their tasks.” Sebek scowls from the sight of his fellow students lazing around after they’ve been ever so slightly touched by the rain. Rain isn’t the problem here after all. It’s the distraction of talking about some ghost that they only heard but not seen as if this school’s not haunted enough. 

“Hey, don’t doze off just because of the weather now! We’ll be late to return to the young master, so get up!” With an aggressive shake of Silver’s shoulders, he adjusted his vision towards the empty hall. There’s a swaying figure at the end of the hall that his eyes took its time to recognize who it was. Was he just hallucinating? He rubbed his eyes to confirm his vision isn’t failing him. Suddenly, he was reminded by Lilia’s description of the young lady they were expected to welcome in a few days.

“...It’s the Saintess,” He told Sebek with unwavering belief that what he had witnessed wasn’t a lie. It was no mistake it was the Saintess that just passed by when no one’s looking. “What are you talking about? They are days away from arriving on this island, so stop with that nonsense and let’s get going,” Without giving it much thought, Silver shoved the blankets to Sebek’s arms and sprinted to where the lady went. “Wh—H-Hey, Silver! Where do you think you’re going?!”

Light on his feet, Silver managed to catch up on her. What a sight she is just by looking at her silhouette. “Please, wait for a moment!” He called onto her in hopes of knowing her unannounced business. It isn’t for the intention to know more information about her, but to know whether she is up to something that may disrupt the upcoming event. Upon noticing Silver tailing her, she hastened her walk to create enough distance from him. 

“There’s no exit there for you to escape. You must refrain from running, milady.” Despite her efforts to avoid being caught by other students of the Night Raven College, she’s faced with a dead end of the hallway. With no more options left, she faced Silver without looking him in the eye. Her gaze remained low to prevent getting even more uncomfortable in this situation. It is considered unbecoming of a lady who carries the Mirage name, yet she doesn’t care now. Not at the moment.

Silver, on the other hand, kept his distance from her. He tries not to get his curiosity the best of him now that someone of higher status stands before him who is trembling and lost. “I know it isn’t my place to know what you are here for this early…but may I ask why—” “I-If you already know your place, keep your mouth shut and not tell a soul I’ve been here,” An unexpected display of authority but he does not dare to question it. The chase convinced him enough she’s only acting tough to keep herself away from trouble. “That won’t be necessary, milady. I don’t plan on…sullying your name,” Silver tries his best to choose the right words in the presence of the young lady. As he had heard about their family from his father, they still follow principles of the old era…and that may include presumptuous standing in the society. 

Despite being called the Saintess, she sure doesn’t act as dignified as some students would describe her. Even so, he’s determined not to offend her. If he ever did, it would be about not knowing what to do with a lady.

“...But I won’t let you just leave without stating your business,” Annoyed by his persistence, she lifted her gaze upon him while he avoided hers in a guise of bowing down. She tried to contain her temper for the sake of not being bested by a stranger.

At that moment, Silver noticed that she had been walking bare footed. It seems to be tainted in red, she has been bleeding without her ever noticing. He couldn’t just leave a wounded lady unattended. “You ran away.” Louise was surprised he had caught on. She instinctively hid her feet, the pain she once never felt suddenly came rushing back as soon as it was pointed out. It must have been difficult to walk onto rocky areas of this school.

“...Even if I was, you have no business knowing about my affairs. I’ll leave on my own. Do not follow me.” 

“Let me at least tend to your wounds, then I’ll leave you alone,” she took a step back, telling him to not come closer. “Please,” until he had to resort to pleading as it took a few minutes for her to surrender because of that. She barely had anyone to act so kindly with great concern about her injuries before. Most of her family would only care for her appearance for the sake of their reputation. 

Put on some ointment, cover it with make up, endure it, and don’t ever complain. You are now the face of Mirage and if ever a slight cut or blemish is spotted on every inch of your body, you’re to be blamed.

“Milady?” Silver took a step forward, trying to see if Louise’s having trouble. She shook her head and told him it was nothing. After finding a seat nearby, she hesitantly offered her feet onto his palm. Casting the spell of healing and comfort, the bleeding of her soles had stopped as the wounds closed up. She waited for him to finish before she finally took the liberty to ask him a question. 

“...May I ask your name?”

“Silver, milady,” 

“And your last name?”

“I…don’t have one,” shocking, but there was no hint of deceit when he spoke about it. A person who does not have a full name…oh how she envies him. But at the same time, she felt rather guilty for being rude to him earlier. She was about to introduce herself to him, but he had to stop her there. 

“I think it’s best that you save it for the day you have to visit our dorm,” Louise didn’t expect him to recognize her as only a select few knew her real appearance. “H-How come you…” No, she need not to know how. He has been formal towards her the whole time. She was mistaken by having thoughts it was only his way of showing respect to any lady. She’s been too busy feeling on edge that she had only noticed his intentions. 

He’s a kind young man. She silently prayed for him to remain as kind as he is now onwards. And if ever they were to meet again, she would like to be friends with him. If only her status wasn't preventing her from doing so, she would’ve made friends freely. And if only the grim future isn’t holding her back…

“I have a strange question to ask,” 

…She won’t be afraid to ask for something she wishes to achieve. “Once we meet again, would you be friends with me?” 

Silver was taken aback by this sudden question. But knowing someone who is of high status who couldn’t make genuine friends and someone who only had other faes who he grew up with, he understood where she’s coming from. 

“I think you must leave now. My friend has been looking for me,” loud stomping can now be heard from the distance. There was a look of sadness in her eyes as she felt rejected. Silver could see this, it’s hard to just let her leave with her question unanswered. “...Very well. Thank you, sir Silver. I’ll see you again soon,” Before she could flee from the area, Silver took this chance to quickly lessen whatever was weighing her mind. 

“I don’t mind becoming your friend,” He smiled and lowered his head to bid her farewell. “Please take care,” Louise was unable to respond, instead she held her tears back and pursed her lips. As soon as Sebek reached his side, the lady had finally vanished. “SILVER! How could you leave just like that?!” Facing Sebek’s way, Silver had no other choice but to lie for her sake. It is as he promised, he doesn’t intend to sully her name. “Sorry, I just found a lost bird.” 

“A bird? You have been daydreaming this whole time?” Without explaining further, Silver just gave him a shrug. “Never mind that, let’s return to the dorm. We’ve been out here far too long. I cannot let our lordship be disappointed due to tardiness!” With Sebek wanting to return as soon as possible, Silver simply followed him from behind. Before he could forget this ever happened, he noticed another thing about Louise.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and sighed. “I should’ve offered her this…She seemed upset to even look me in the eye.” . . . .

“Aah it’s pouring hard,” One of the housewardens in Night Raven College coincidentally passing by the Ramshackle Dorm ended up staying for the night. Not that he can use magic to prevent rain from soaking him, he just felt the need to stay as he had heard about one of the rumors pointing at this very dorm. Perhaps it is for the sake of slacking off from his duties…He sat up from the sofa to ask the Prefect again to make sure this certain rumor isn’t true. “So, you’re really sure the crying lady isn’t here?”

“Kalim, I know this place seems haunted but please don’t always assume we have more ghosts as residents.” The housewarden of Scarabia, Kalim Al-Asim, felt slightly disappointed. “Besides, if she’s really here, we would be hearing her sobbing by now…” 

“Alright…then about this no-touch rule by the Mirage family, I think I understand why.” Curious about his thoughts regarding this rule placed by the Mirage family, the Prefect raised a brow and sat down. “How so?”

“Hm? Ah, well…from what I heard from Jamil, their family is still practicing their old tradition,” It is the family tradition of a lady in a marriageable age not to touch a man unless they’re betrothed to them. Of course, it still requires the lady’s permission to be held but that doesn’t apply to a Saintess. To receive the touch of the Saintess is considered receiving holy blessing, and that blessing cannot be given without having an audience with the Saintess herself. They had to undergo a tedious procedure to receive this blessing. Therefore, she must remain free from tainted hands and for her to wear gloves is a must.

The Mirage’s tradition wasn’t applied to be studied in history class in every school throughout Twisted Wonderland as they like to keep their history exclusive within the family only. Rumors say that whoever spreads word of its confidential details will face greater misfortune in life. “Jamil mentioned a lot of difficult procedures and how the Mirage family handled those, but it started to bore me as he went on…”

“Huh…” Then they need to keep what the headmage told them as a secret to their grave. This wouldn’t be hard to keep from their friends, right? 

Looking out through the window, they believe that the rain won’t be stopping till late at night. Even the strong gust of wind rattles the windows, making the silence unsettling. Until suddenly the light began to flicker and eventually the power went out. The sky continued to roar, calling the lightning to strike down. “A-All of a sudden? Wouldn’t the lights stay on unless there are magical disturbances…?” This weather is strange…there might be news of it coming, but isn’t it too dramatic? 

“Myah?! Why are the lights turned off?!” Grim finally went down from the stairs after his siesta as he was disturbed by both the weather and power interruption. “What? I just got a message from Jamil, they can’t seem to enter through the portals. What’s going on?” The mirror portals are dysfunctioning? That’s a new predicament that had never once happened before.

“Sob…” A muffled whimper was suddenly heard nearby. The three looked at each other as they knew who exactly it was. But there was still a slight uncertainty not when they had to face this ghost themselves. The sobbing continues as it grows clearer from the distance, it’s coming their way.

Splat.

The faint wet strides alarmed them to stay put. But what should they do in this situation? Should they wait for the ghost to go near them, breathing onto their necks? Someone has to bravely confront her at least. “Sorry, grim. Do the usual!” The Prefect shamelessly pushed Grim, expecting him to breathe out fire as it was he had done the first time they checked the dorm.

“Wh—How dare you push me?!” But with the ghost standing behind him, the cold air gave him goosebumps and made his fur rise. He immediately breathed out the hottest flame he could muster at the ghost as his defense. 

“AAAH…!” A screeching scream echoed in the dorm. It frightened the three even more as it made every inch of their body freeze in place due to the noise. Although, what came next startled them as the lights went back on. There the ghost was down on the floor, completely drenched from the storm...Or so they thought. 

“H-Hey! I know we’ve had our disagreements before, but are you going to reenact it right now?!” It turns out to be one of the Ramhackle dorm residents whose hat and scarf are dragging on the floor. They must’ve mistaken it as footsteps during the blackout. But they could’ve been wrong. Uncertainty filled the living room as they all looked at one another.

“Ah, it was just you! Man, you could’ve just greeted like you usually do!” Drying the ghost’s hat and scarf, they all went back to their seats still pondering about the whimpering that they’ve heard earlier. It couldn’t be the ghosts as they sounded unlikely from a young lady’s voice, the Prefect believes it so. Was it just the wind? It’s an absurd thought, yet it might’ve been just something made by their exhausted mind. 

Those things are nothing to be concerned about…right?

To Be Continued ➵ Next Chapter