#twst fic series

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🪞 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

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #1 - Quite the Image

Summary: Your first photoshoot was going to be with Trey. The question was whether the presence of the bicycle or exactly how good he looked in a suit was more startling, and the bicycle really seemed to be winning. Either way, you could only hope your first attempt at modeling went pseudo-well.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/ light-flirtation

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1346

“So… A bike,” Trey eyed the bicycle that was leaned against a pole as I shifted. Doing my best to not continue eyeing him. But, to be fair, I’d never actually seen Trey in a suit before. Much less one that was tailored specifically to make him look his absolute best.

I’d been impressed enough when I’d seen the gown I was wearing. A slim-fitting dress with fluttery, sheer sleeves that could get caught in even the smallest of breezes and made for a rather dreamy-looking dress.

And the embarrassing thing was that I knew that both it and I looked nice. Trey’s reaction could have only been so faked.

I could only hope that I hadn’t been as obvious in my surprise at how nice he looked. At the very least, I knew I hadn’t openly gaped at him.

“Maybe we’re both going to be riding it for the photo?” I stepped over next to Trey. Eyeing the lone visible prop for our photoshoot.

An old-looking bicycle.

Trey shook his head though, a slight frown on his face, “I doubt it. Your skirt might get caught in the wheel or something….”

He trailed off, glancing my way with a half smile as he tilted his head, “It probably would be a cute photo though.”

I nodded, quietly agreeing with him as I did my best to ignore the way the slight breeze ruffled my sleeves as he hummed thoughtfully.

“I guess it could be a picture of us walking together while pushing a bike?” He hardly sounded confident in his theory, but I felt myself nod, crossing my arms slightly as I continued to eye the bicycle.

But unfortunately, there was no telling exactly what Crewel had planned.

“Alright, Pups!” Me and Trey both jerked upright as Crewel strolled out of the building and over to where we were standing. Almost as if he’d been signaled by my thoughts that right now was the perfect time to make his appearance.

Trey and I turned together, both looking towards our instructor, and the man who skittered after him with all sorts of photography-related paraphernalia at the same time. And all at once I realized this was actually happening. As if the wedding clothes hadn’t been enough.

I was going to be featured heavily as a model in a photoshoot for Crewel’s latest designs for bridal clothes.

Trey and I briefly exchanged glances before we looked back towards our instructor who stopped in front of us. Almost as if we were thinking the same thing. But neither of us spoke as Crewel began to explain.

“I’m sure the two of you have already realized that you have this bicycle as your prop,” Crewel gestured idly to the bicycle, and we both nodded. With me glancing back at it and idly wondering exactly how this was going to work.

Me and Trey both looked towards Crewel for explanation, though. But both of us knew that Crewel was going to tell us how we were going to be posed and what we were going to be doing.

And he wasted no time in doing just that, “Good. Y/n. You get on the bike first. Trey, you’ll be behind them and actually pedaling.”

Trey hesitated slightly, glancing over at me worriedly before he looked towards Crewel, “But… Professor, won’t Y/n’s skirt get caught in the wheels?”

Crewel’s eyebrows arched at the young man next to me, and I shifted, idly scooting backwards as Crewel crossed his arms and eyed Trey, “Y/n is going to be riding side-saddle, Mr. Clover. Her skirt is slim-fitting and will take care of itself.”

Trey nodded, his eyes widening slightly before he turned, his gaze barely meeting mine as he made a slight face before reaching over and rolling the bike over so that I could perch on it carefully. All while Crewel continued.

“Both of you will need to ignore the photographer. He’s going to be snapping pictures the very moment the two of you are on the bike, but you need to pretend like he isn’t here. Do NOT look at the camera.”

I nodded lightly, balancing myself carefully. And the very moment I was balanced, Trey was on the bike behind me, bumping me slightly as he muttered apologies, and I shook my head. Scooting forward to try and give him more only to almost slide off the seat.

I could hear the camera snapping in the background as Trey caught me with an arm around my waist, laughing slightly as I gripped the handlebars in front of me and he pushed off.

The bicycle wobbled as he pedaled, and I tried to steer us in a reasonably straight path before he reached forward and grabbed the handle-bars as I slowly got tickled at exactly how bad we were doing.

But it was like something as simple as riding a bicycle had suddenly become impossibly difficult now that we were being looked at. 

My arms rested lightly on the front of the bicycle as I giggled, my laughter causing Trey to start chuckling behind me even as I heard Crewel release a sigh of long suffering as we came to a stop. Both of us laughing as the bicycle rocked to the side for what had to be the thousandth time.

I leaned back, sighing slightly as I twisted to see Crewel walking towards us before I glanced at Trey, “Think we’re in trouble?”

He shook his head, a smile still on his face as he offered a only slightly guilty-looking half shrug. But before either he or Crewel could speak, the photographer was piping up.

“Mr. Crewel, I actually got some good shots there!” Crewel stopped, his eyebrows arching as he looked at the photographer with almost the same degree of surprise as I felt.

Nonetheless, the man trotted over, showing Crewel the screen of his camera as he spoke, “All of these pictures show a certain degree of happiness wedding photos don’t often have due to how staged they are. These two actually look like a happy young couple having some fun on their big day.”

Crewel nodded as he looked through the pictures before pointing at one in particular, “This one.”

Apparently understanding, the photographer nodded, “Yes, I liked that one too. The way he’s smiling down at the young lady is particularly nice here, and they are just starting to laugh.”

“The wind also caught both the sleeves and the edge of the skirt nicely too,” Crewel paused, looking up at us with slightly arched eyebrows. “It looks like you’ve both lucked up. There are some good pictures here.”

“So we’re free to go?”  Trey looked about as hesitant as I felt, but Crewel nodded. 

“Since the photos are good, you’re done.” He paused, his gaze shifting to me as he tilted his head, “And how do you feel about going ahead and getting another photo-shoot done today, Pup?”

I hesitated before I nodded, “Yeah, that should be fine.”

“Alright then, and good work Mr. Clover,” I felt myself grin over at Trey who looked at me with a sigh. Like he knew perfectly well to expect teasing.

“Looking forward to becoming a poster boy for grooms everywhere?” I nudged with my shoulder as we both walked back towards the campus proper to get changed. Him back into his normal clothes and me into a different wedding gown.

He chuckled, only slightly flustered before he grinned over at me, a glint of meanness entering his honey-colored eyes, “Not as much as I’m looking forward to getting to see everyone else’s faces at the dorm.”

I blinked, tilting my head curiously at him, “You're heading back to the dorm to show the guys your suit?”

He chuckled again, shaking his head, “No. I meant when they see our pictures. Apparently we cut quite the image as a young couple.”

It was a fight not to shove him for his teasing, but I took it with only a slight bit of embarrassment.

After all, he was just quoting the photographer.

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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!”

[lemonandlime22]

Bitey Child!Yuu Masterlist

Summary: Yuu is a scrawny little kid, around 5 or 6, that has a tendency to bite people they think are dangerous, due to living alone on the streets their whole life. [First Meetings]

| Leona | Malleus | Riddle | Trey | Crowley | | Lilia | Idia | Azul | | Floyd | Jade | Kalim | Jamil | | Vil | Rook | Epel | | Ace | Deuce | Jack | Sebek | | Ortho | | Silver | Ruggie | Cater | | Crewel | Train | Vargas | Sam | | Neige | Chenya |

[Learning of Yuu's life and reasons for biting]

| Grim | Ace | Deuce | Ruggie | | Riddle | Leona |

[Headcanons]

Bitey child!Yuu's Outfits

Puppy Love between Cheka and Bitey child!Yuu Sick Bitey child!Yuu [sketch] [Bitey child!Yuu Adventures!] pt.1 pt.2 Protecting Bitey child!Yuu | Malleus | Lilia | Riddle | Cater | Ruggie | Floyd| Bitey child!Yuu calls them big brother | Malleus | Jack | Rook | Sebek |

[tixdixl]

I have never felt more proud of a one sentence description in my life. And yes... the character speaking is Floyd.

[cloudcountry]

Hey aubs <3

Saw the ikevamp reqs and i keep thinking about how germain was my favorite, but back when i played his route wasn't even out (sadge) so i was thinking if you could do me a solid* (you always do and are such an amazing author fr fr <3)

So i was thinking, can you do me frienemies-to-lovers germain and gn! vampire "hunter"! reader? You can make it whatever prompt you feel like <3

HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY <3

*it's ABSOLUTELY no pressure, you can absolutely delete this req if you don't wanna do it

SUMMARY: you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.

WARNINGS: none!!! :D

COMMENTS: UM THIS ISNT QUITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT . I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY ^^; not beta read because im lazy if theres typos DONT READ THEM THEYRE NOT THERE

Your vision goes blurry as you’re thrown against the wall of a dingy alleyway, sharp nails digging into your skin. A loud hiss and hot breath against your neck make your heart jump in your throat. Grasping at your wooden stake, you smack the back of it against the vampire’s head, sending them reeling. Taking the chance, you kick them up against the opposite wall and drive your stake through their hand.

Their scream of pain smells like blood and flesh.

You aim a well-placed kick at their head, knocking them to the concrete, and they still. The sickening crack of their skull meeting the pavement gains no reaction from you.

You reach down, yanking the wooden stake out from their hand. They don’t move.

You raise it over your head and bring it down, stabbing straight through their chest.

A raspy breath escapes the body as their muscles twitch, and they fall still once again.

“I see you’re out and about again, mon chérie.”

You don’t even acknowledge the familiar voice as you stare down at your most recent kill. Despite what people in the business say, you know you’ll never quite get used to this.

Not killing the vampires, and certainly not the vampire that’s taken to following you around on nights like these.

His name is Comte de Saint Germain, and the tension between you two has always been palpable.

“Indeed I am.” you finally respond, turning to face his towering silhouette. It’s at times like these when you’re fully aware that he is, indeed, a vampire, despite what the upper class of France may believe.

It’s not that you’re wary of him because he’s the type of beast you hunt.

You’re wary of him because he hasn’t stopped you yet.

“I’m assuming that poor soul attacked an innocent.” he mused, stepping closer to you in order to examine the body.

“They did.” you answer curtly.

Comte hums. He kneels next to the body and murmurs something under his breath.

You reach for your stake.

“There’s no need for that.” he turns back to you as if sensing your movement smiling up at you.

The smile is tense. Fake. Meant to make you let down your guard.

You grip your stake harder.

Comte stands up, not a single speck of blood or dust on his clothing. He’s facing you, the smile on his face still plastered across his lips.

“You should consider taking a more peaceful approach next time. You never know what the vampire you kill could be suffering from.” Comte says, and although his voice is soft there’s a steely edge to it.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing as you wait for the slightest movement.

He makes no move towards you. Instead, he chuckles and disappears into the night, and you’re left in the alleyway with blood-soaked clothing and a racing heart.

[azlrse]

Hello hello, can u do a jade bf gush pleathe 🥺🥺

[boyfriend gush/drabble: jade leech]

cw: ooc!jade (?) & just fluff!!

Ah yes, Jade Leech, the opposite version of his twin brother. While these two tend to have similar appearances aside from the position of their eye color and hair strand, they're both different in terms of their respective lovers.

Jade Leech is the kind of man who enjoys comforting you despite his sadistic treatment to his peers, even before the two of you established a romantic relationship and still has a huge crush on you. This guy would rant and gush about you to his fellow octavinelle peers and they seem to be annoyed whenever the vice headwarden talks about you. Except that his twin doesn't find it as an annoyance but instead, it's his personal mission to get the two of you together.

Unlike his twin brother, he is not that open to his romantic feelings towards you in fear that you might find it really weird of him. Jade would tried his best to keep the relationship as professional as possible but it was made impossible by his nosy sibling. Poor Jade would shoot daggers at Floyd whenever he's about to spill the beans that his dear brother has a crush on the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. The pinning goes on and on until Floyd had enough of the pinning and decided to tell you that Jade has a crush on you.

Thanks to his brother's antics, you gladly accepted his brother's confession and decided to go on a date with him; mountain hiking!! He would explain each and every mushroom and plant he could find and you just stared in awe as he rambles about his interest. That's the moment where you decided to give him a kiss on the cheek while he leans down, in which he teases you a bit, calling you his lil shroom since you are quite shorter than him.

Jade is the type of guy who will throw small pebbles towards you bedroom whenever the two of you would argue and disagree with something and brings in a small terrarium as a gift for making you mad at him. His heart couldn't bare the fact that he made his lil shroom upset and angry over a snark remark he commented.

And speaking of terrariums, Jade will always give you terrariums as gifts. No matter how big or small, he'll still give it to you and you may need a huge shelf for the gifts your boyfriend sent you. He also loves it when you got into his shirt and hugged his tummy, feeling the warmth that radiates from his body and like his brother, he is big into PDA but prefers to keep it subtle and low like putting his hand around your waist or holding your hands while walking towards your next class.

Lastly, don't get this guy jealous like please don't. We already heard the news about what happened to the guy that provoked his twin when he finds out that someone is flirting with his lover. Yeah, just don't, comfort and reassured him that you only have eyes for him and him only to which he receprocated such feeling <33

Want this but with your twst character? Send me an ask!! <33

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[livingininsomnia]

“I want you to call me Sensei,” Silver says.

You choke.

“I thought about it all the time. If only I was the sensei and you were the student instead,” Silver explains.

“Shameless,” you glare at him, cheeks red. “Do you have no morals?!”

“I wanted you the moment I saw you,” he continues relentlessly.

“If I’d been the older one, we could have been doing this for years.”

You slam the cup on the table. “If we’d been doing this for years, you’d have been arrested and locked up!”

Silver smiles at you, dimpled and sweet, as though as if he hasn’t been spewing filth at you all day. “Calling me officer is fine too.”

You look to the heavens and pray for patience.

Part ii, but prequel to this, for anon.

[curatoroffiction]

Deja Vu Chapter 40 out NOW

Hehehehehehehehe Ao3 Link Wattpad Link

[prankdoeswriting]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game), この素晴らしい世界に祝福を! | KonoSuba: God's Blessing on this Wonderful World! (Anime & Manga), Corpse Party (Video Game), Touhou Project, Fairy Tail, 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, School Days (Visual Novel & Related Media), 蜘蛛ですが なにか? | Kumo desu ga Nani ka | So I'm a Spider So What? - Okina Baba Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Megumin (KonoSuba), Shinozaki Sachiko, Shiki Eiki, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail), Kaku Seiga, Yakumo Yukari, Lyney (Genshin Impact), Scaramouche (Genshin Impact), Elio (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Luminous Valentine, Katsura Kotonoha, Juvia Lockser, Firefly (Honkai: Star Rail), Shiraori | Shiro, Silver Wolf (Honkai: Star Rail), Kijin Seija, Velzard (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Guy Crimson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Night Raven College (Twisted-Wonderland), Anthology, Co-ed Night Raven College (Twisted-Wonderland), Character Study, Not Beta Read, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Vignette, Slice of Life, Short, Headcanon, Continuity What Continuity, One Shot Collection Series: Part 31 of Popular Fanfiction Tropes the Series (based on the ColeyDoesThings videos), Part 75 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

Seven short stories each focusing on a student from each Night Raven College dorm, reflecting on their dorm and classmates.

Except these are familiar faces, who you haven't seen in this setting before. But if they did live in this story, rather than their own, where would the Dark Mirror place them?

(Fulfills the "Harry Potter AU" trope of the series, except I got a little cheeky with it and replaced Hogwarts houses with NRC dorms.)

[necrogfie]

anywho being hyperromantic is beating my ass again . im gonna huge my pillow and read x readers until i fell asleep ! <3

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's note: Chapter 5 is here! ��� After several months of not writing, I have returned to finish where I left of. Thank you for waiting this long as well! 🥺

“So you’re saying…” The Saintess of the Mirage family can see the future. Shocking, but not impossible to imagine. Those who are given a powerful gift are said to be favored by god. Such power she holds…to witness calamities before her eyes must’ve shaken her spine knowing it is meant to be inevitable.

“I never felt even more threatened in my entire life before! Was she implying that something terrible will destroy my school?!" The headmage slammed his palms against his table in distraught. The two yelped at the sight of an angered crow—and for once, they thought not to provoke him especially when it involved the college’s grave predicament. 

It was indeed an outrageous prophecy, however, they couldn’t confirm it just yet now that the Saintess had not yet clarified what was going to happen in the future. Was it close to happening? 

Just a few years away? Weeks? Days? Or…in just a few hours? Oh dear…let's not assume the worst just yet. 

"Anywho, whatever she had declared to me, the event must continue! If something strange happens, notify me right away," they stammered before they could deliver their protest. They were eventually shooed away from the headmage’s office, door slamming behind them before they could even see his disastrous rage.

Grim scratched the back of his head as he broke the silence between them, “...So what now? Should we just tell the others about this?” Obviously, they shouldn’t. Grim must’ve forgotten what the headmage had just explained earlier. The Prefect could only wish he had paid more attention to the problem.

Although it is indeed alarming enough to announce it to their friends…Wasn’t the headmage supposed to ask them another favor regarding this issue? How peculiar...Perhaps he’s too confident to say that no terrible things will occur in this school. Or is he becoming more responsible to do his job as the headmage?

Maybe, just maybe…let’s just leave it at that.

The platinum gray haired maiden rushed towards the forest as it is the only place she could think of heading first. The breeze caresses her every being, every strand of her locks sway beautifully along with her dirtied skirt. Her trembling did not come from the cold wind but her fear of failing to pass a message she’s been itching to tell the world.

…Not the world, but just anyone at this point.

“I’ve done it…I finally said it.” Same words escaped her lips, repeating them like a broken record. Her knees soon failed her by the time she gazed up at the sky as it was peeking through dancing tree leaves. The grass pierced the surface of her skin without wounding her, but she wished it was painful enough to wake her from dazing. It gave her enough space to take deep breaths and just stare at the sky blankly whilst the light went through the gaps of greens from above. 

Beside her is a puddle of water that has yet to evaporate completely. Yet she instinctively shut her eyes, avoiding it ever existing.

Louise can feel her eyes throbbing with a strong burning urge behind her eyelids, assumingly searching for another story to be witnessed that has yet to be foretold. Yet more questions loomed within her, then confusion soon took over. This power she holds is becoming more uncontrollable the closer the prophesied event gets as the days go by.

“...Why did I just say that to the headmage? Of all people—” The moment she blurted out the words she’s not supposed to spill…she regretted it instantly. She did expect him to doubt her words. It was never new to her that someone wouldn’t believe what she has seen through a glass or anything alike. 

However, a small voice still shouts within her heart that she must announce it to him as he was the only adult she can confess about the danger his school will be in. If they still keep doubting her words…the brightness of her existence will soon be tainted with ink. Utter darkness that every mage avoids from corrupting them.

'What if they continue to ignore it? What if they don't believe me?' Those questions continue to leech on her, recalling when everything fell apart that the truth she spoke of ended up being trampled coldly. Was it the time she made her first friend?

Ah, yes.

It was when she first came to realize she possesses an ability that every Mirage wanted to have, yet seen by many as either a bane of magic or a blessing. Even from a young age, she kept witnessing glimpses of occurrences through a looking glass or anything that's clear enough for her to stare intently. 

She was only 5, innocent, pure, and as bright as the full moon. Her beauty is tremendously adored by many. The girl could only wish for a friend around her age to play with in which her parents quickly fulfilled. She was moved by their willingness to give her anything. After all, she’s their one and only precious daughter.

However, those things had only given her temporary joy. It was supposed to make her happy, so they kept introducing her to other children that may interest her. Yet to no avail, little Louise could only force a smile while stating her gratitude.

What exactly caused their daughter to feel so blue? They had no idea, they never asked her even once. They could only think of making her meet more people to create stronger connections for their business. As the only heir of the Beau Company, it is natural to go through these lengths.

Despite their efforts, their daughter eventually began to forget how to smile genuinely. The only reason that has been keeping their daughter aloof was that she was often called a liar. 

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"Louise, Louise! You told me you can see the future, right? The thing where you don’t use a wand at all?" One of her cousins was genuinely curious how her ability works. She constantly asked her questions even if she wished not to answer them as she finds them quite frivolous.

"Could you tell me what I will be in the future? Will I marry a handsome man? Or a wealthy one?!" …Such as these questions.

Louise was taught not to rudely refuse any requests from her family. She was born to be a frank type of person and believes her ability will only be used for emergencies. She speaks her mind, even her thoughts may spill from time to time. She eventually learned to mind her words, may it be in front of a relative or a stranger. That’s thanks to being in a well off family, any proper etiquette was taught to the child.

"Please…give me a moment," Little Louise pulled out her pocket mirror to look through. There was a glint in her eyes that oftentimes any person close to her would mistake them as real gems. In fact it was how images of the future flash before her eyes.

After seeing the events through the pocket mirror, her brows slightly furrow before breaking the news to her expectant cousin. 

"You…" She paused as she felt her stomach churn. It was not a side effect from seeing the future…rather it was the future that she finds troubling for a child to see. But since her cousin asked, she might as well tell her honestly.

"I'm sorry, but from what I saw through the mirror…you wouldn't marry a handsome man. To be more precise, you won't be able to marry anyone."

"W-What do you mean? You’re pulling my leg, are you, Louise?"

"I do not intend to sing lies to you, my dear cousin. I am only telling what I really saw and that’s the truth," Her firm statements greatly angered her cousin, causing her to throw a tantrum. Because of this, Louise was believed to be a lying young lass whose appearance is perceived to be the only thing that’s great about her. 

At first, this little argument among the children of Mirages didn't bother her in the slightest. She was still confident in her looks as she is a spitting image of their great grandmother. But the more she was given ugly nicknames by her relatives, the more she lost her self esteem.

This problem kept occurring again, and again, and again, and again…

And again. 

Until one night…looking at herself in the mirror became unbearable. Little Louise announced to her parents that their ungrateful daughter does not want to see herself through any mirrors or glasses from this day onwards. Her every word caught all of them off guard. This child, who just turned 12, detests this ability that they so badly want to get their hands on. 

“It has greatly…ruined the connections you’ve worked hard on to make our family known again, mother, father. So, I do not wish to use it anymore,” she said as she lowered her head apologetically in front of the elder Mirages, that includes her parents. At first they questioned why she doesn’t want to use such a rare ability passed down for centuries. 

But her next response utterly silenced them.

“...No one ever once said the previous Saintess was a liar.” As much as she speaks the truth, there will be those who still envy such power bestowed upon her and completely disregard her pleas. 

“Indeed, you were right. You are an ungrateful child. If you do not want to become the next Saintess, how else are you going to increase your influence throughout Twisted Wonderland?!”

Her pleas were denied. Their sudden change of tone had caused her fear for the first time. Only apologetic words escaped her lips just as how she breathes. And now she never once again spoke about what she wanted after her parents were told to watch over her strictly from now on. 

Louise von Mirage grew up not to protest against her family ever again.

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“Ah…” She almost thought the sky was sorrowful as she was. Beads of tears roll down her pristine skin. All the yells that rung inside her head formed into these salty pearls she has always wanted to throw into the sea. There’s still a pang in her heart that has yet to close its wounds. But who would be able to fix this miserable lady?

One person comes to mind as she clumsily wipes off her tears.

“I…have to send another letter to Vil,” Indeed, it was the boy she used to be with since childhood. Her only hope to escape from the shackles of the name Mirage. “I still haven’t received a reply as usual. Shall I give him a visit?” While still feeling lightheaded, Louise staggered to stand and walk back to Night Raven College in search of the dorms. 

…Knowing that she’ll get lost on her way.

At last, she managed to sneak into the Hall of Mirrors. The students seem to be busy within their respective dorms. Not even a single student roaming outside was found skipping to do a hectic preparation for her supposed arrival to the school. It is as if the school became an abandoned castle, similar to what she had witnessed through the looking glass.

“Which dorm was it again? He never told me anything before he blocked me from all of his socials…” Looking at each portal, there are notable dorm emblems on the walls made in gold. Fortunately, she recalls the attire Vil wears and what students like him always gush and complain about. Looks. 

She hopes she’ll spot attractive boys or just as presentable with proper posture as he does. She fears she might mistake a different dorm by just following someone who fits the criteria. “What was the color of their uniform again…? Was it violet?” A fitting color for his image. “Aah…I wish I could see his posts in Magicam. If only he didn’t block me,” she released a sigh before sneaking to the corner. 

Torches flicker in silence as she waits for students to appear in and out of their dorms. Only a few came out in crimson vests with very notable symbols painted on their faces. “What a unique makeup,” she thought. But it’s not what she’s looking for and continued to wait for more students to come out.

Soon a group of well built students rushed out of their dorm noisily. Their strides terrified the young lady at the corner as she held her breath. It wasn’t due to the smell they emit, but due to their nature of sensing her very presence. Their ears perked up towards her direction and yet they chose to ignore their instincts. Perhaps the spell she used still hasn’t worn off.

30 minutes had passed and her feet were beginning to go numb. She watched every student come and go with different comments about the upcoming ball. Assumptions on how the Saintess would look like, interests, dislikes…and gossip of finding a suitor. It was interesting enough to know what people know more about her, however…no one knows who she truly is. 

The poor damsel is just nothing but a reflection of what they want her to be. 

“We should’ve returned 10 minutes ago! Ugh, look how tanned I’ve become. If our housewarden saw me, I wouldn’t hear the end of his scolding,” A certain student caught her attention. Purple vest, neatly clothed, sort of pompous…Yes, this is it. They are the ones she’s been looking for. 

“Pomefiore…” As she whispered the dorm’s name while an image of Vil came into her mind, she didn’t waste any more time and went through the portal. The students who she followed unknowingly lead her close to the dorm’s gates. 

“Huh? Did you sense that?” One of the boys Louise has been tailing turned to ask his friends. Guessing from her energy waning, the spell of cloaking is close to breaking. She must find a spot to hide and slowly replenish her energy. 

With a quick side step, she hid behind one of the large vases to avoid suspicion. Her feet were bare and did not make a noise, fortunately. Assuming that every Pomefiore student is busy decorating the lounge, she mustn’t step into that area and find Vil quickly.

“But where is hisroom…?” She pondered for a moment. She cannot check every room without disturbing any boys in the building nor try to spy on them by gathering information that will surely waste her time.

A sound of clacking of a heel can be heard from a distance. Someone was approaching, so Louise quickly ran and hid herself behind the curtains. She prayed that no one would notice her bare feet exposed.

“Ah, roi du poison. I have seen your latest ad today. The moisturizer you’ve introduced to me miraculously softened the tips of my fingers!” A voice of a young man who seems to be eccentric echoed through the halls. 

“I have ordered 5 more boxes! Even without opening its lid, it smelled divine.” Smell…the lady thought of an idea. But she must hear the rest if ever he mentions the exact smell of this moisturizer…so that she must buy a whole set of it after this!

“It has a lot of fragrances and the staff insisted I use all of them. One of the samples was lavender. It sticks longer than the rest.” Louise’s chest tightens for a moment as he recognizes the other student’s voice. Isn’t that…

“Vil…?” There was no noise that left her mouth to speak that very name of the guy she’s been searching for at this very moment. It was as though uttering it in his presence would take her breath and lose him once again. 

“Oh yes, indeed! Didn’t you also mention she preferred that specific fragrance when you were both young?” Vil stopped on his tracks and faced the guy who she does not recognize. He seemed rather annoyed by his remarks. 

“Would you mind dropping this subject about her? I know you’re curious but it isn’t the right time,” Knowing the position of an important person within this building must’ve been incredibly hectic and exhausting. Keeping the same beauty to ever glow tremendously is also one of his jobs in the industry. Hearing that the talk about her bothers him…perhaps he hasn’t forgotten about the incident after all. 

“But dodging this subject wouldn’t do any good to your complexion. Don’t you think it’s time we try to mend your ties with her?” There’s nothing scarier than the silence before speaking the truth or a lie. The very things she couldn't handle from the boy she admires.

“...My ties with the Mirage are all tightened knots. Cutting it off is easier than trying to loosen it. So there’s nothing to mend,” Vil shattered Louise’s hopes of getting to reach for him once more. If that’s what he thinks of her, only one of the Mirages, then all of her effort to run away from the beginning was all for naught.

The pain she has felt from years ago suddenly returned, crushing her heart. She only stepped out just to see his silhouette going further away from her. She couldn’t feel her numb feet anymore nor did she feel the pearls of salt rolling down her cheeks. Unable to scream his name, she decided to turn away. However, when she finally turned around…

“Huh…?” A beautiful boy stood just 5 feet away with his mouth agape from the sight of her. He couldn’t react as loudly as he usually does as if he was struck by lightning. 

‘Who’s this?’ He thought. ‘A ghost? She’s too stunnin’!’ Although before his voice could utter those same questions, she disappeared into thin air. The glow she emitted shocked his young heart and those sorrowful eyes…At that moment, he’s convinced that what he just witnessed might’ve been a roaming ghost of beauty.

A weeping white lady.

“R-Rook! You saw that, didn’t you?! I can’t be the only one who saw that, right?!” Rook, who turned his head the moment before the lady disappeared, smiled from ear to ear. He sensed that someone had been spying on them even before Epel arrived. He secretly used his signature spell to locate her later if ever she attempts an escape. 

Her face was something that completely invaded his memory as soon as he saw her eyes. That beauty almost moved him to tears. 

“My…I don’t know what you’re talking about, monsieur crabapple.” Yet he still lied through his teeth.

To Be Continued

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Twisted Weddings: - Introduction

Author Notes: This is the first part of my 800 Followers celebration event for the Twisted Wonderland fandom. This is just going to be the introduction section for the story itself (which is going to be 9 sections in total). I chose the wedding theme on a whim based on a fic I read a long time ago on AO3 that has long sense gone missing, but no one is actually going to be getting married. Reader is going to be female for the sake of my own ease for this series. I hope everyone enjoys!

Type: Female reader/ sfw/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ fluff/ featuring Crewel (Note for sake of avoiding confusion: This is not x Crewel)

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 775

I frowned slightly at Crewel as he sat down across from me, a stack of papers in his hands that he slowly laid out. One sheet at a time.

“I’ve recently finished designing a line of wedding dresses and suits,” He spoke as he fanned the sheets out across the table. Each page had a sketched-out design of a wedding gown that had me blinking slightly in surprise.

Of course I’d known that Crewel was a designer. As if his fashionable nature wasn’t enough to tip me off, then Vil talking about his clothing line would have been. I hadn’t realized that he designed bridal clothes, though. And I certainly didn’t know what these clothes had to do with me or why he’d called me in to look at them.

I slowly glanced back up at my instructor as he continued, utterly calm despite my wary confusion, “I’m wanting to market each of these dresses differently than I usually would though. You see, this is my first line of bridal designs.”

I nodded, shifting slightly in my seat as Crewel eyed me, “I’ve decided that, along with the runaway models, I would do an advertising campaign where I have just one woman model all the gowns with varying different grooms.”

I blinked, already seeing where this was heading but not quite able to keep myself from staring at him in surprise in a way that had him smiling at me, “Of course I’ll pay you for modeling all eight gowns.”

I glanced down at the page in front of me, a picture of a classic wedding dress. Pristine white with a veil and looking like it was directly out of a fairytale. But as I glanced back up at Crewel, I shook my head slightly in blatant disbelief, “But I’m not a model…..”

“That’s what will make these ads more unique. You aren’t a model of any sort, and yet you will be the bride for this marketing campaign and will be far more relatable to prospective brides looking for a dress.”

I had to hand it to him; he’d come prepared. And I couldn’t deny that earning some money was attractive when I considered the state Ramshackle dorm was in.

There was no telling how many repairs I’d be able to manage with whatever Crewel was willing to pay me.

“The campaign will consist of seven pictures for magazines and billboards and one video for television advertising. For each dress, you will be paired with a different groom,” He continued calmly. Clearly explaining his plan for the marketing campaign even as I weigh my options.

“Are the models of the groom’s suits going to be professional?” I tilted my head when I spoke, and he hummed in response before shaking his head. 

How he avoided sending any of his black hair into the white half of his head or vice versa was beyond me, but I didn’t question it as he responded, “Only one. As I said, there’s going to be a different model for the grooms in each image. I thought it would be more interesting to use other fresh faces for this campaign for the grooms.”

I felt my eyebrows arch, “But wouldn't it make more sense to just use one model for the suits since you’re just going to be using one for the gowns?”

Crewel frowned, a flicker of annoyance going through his gaze as his eyes met mine, and I tilted my head slightly, “That was the plan, but the candidates for modeling being how they were made things difficult.”

“And who are the candidates?” I couldn’t help the wariness that slipped into my tone, and Crewel sighed slightly before handing me a stack of pictures that was filled with familiar faces.

“They ended up being the winners. Whether they entered themselves or were entered by someone else,” As he spoke, I sifted through the pictures.

Trey, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Sebek, and Leona.

“Winners?” I echoed him amusedly, and Crewel shook his head. 

There was a perfectly annoyed expression on his face as he frowned down at the pictures in my hands, “Suffice to say they all turned it into a competition.”

I almost wanted to ask exactly how this supposed ‘competition’ went down, but thought better of it as I took a secondary glance at Crewel’s expression.

I shrugged lightly, laying the pictures down on top of the wedding sketches, “Well, I can’t really think of any reason to say no to modeling for you…”

I trailed off and Crewel nodded, back to business as usual as he collected all the papers, “Then we’ll start tomorrow.”

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[squishosaur]

i need a series of comics or even just textposts like this of PRSK chars in the real world dealing with stuff

call it "Our Sekai: Featuring Colorful Stage"

i cannot promise to do this actually, sorry :( i don't really make continuous things that often unless it's my ocs or like an au i've spun around forever and even then i will lose interest if something else comes up

[tixdixl]

Assumption: When Oisín is over talking with someone he will absolutely play static on his screen and pretend like he's getting outside interference.

OOOH Thanks for this!!!

You know what....?

You know what?

I can totally see them doing this. I'm gonna say this is correct, especially when Crowley is involved.

This is correct.

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@rainesol @elenauaurs @blithesrps @theleechyskrunkly

@thehollowwriter

Lmk if you want added/removed

[tfshouldidohere]

I havent been reading twst fics in a whileeee but i think i wanna start reading one later omg