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sherbet-shark · 2 years

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Congrats of your follower milestone! 💜 For the Spotify playlist event, may I request “🌸13. “Livin’ on a Prayer, take my hand, we’ll make it. I swear Woah- oh!”Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi” with Jack? …he’s my favorite, I can’t help it 🤣

Thank you so, so much your all of your beautiful writing and the joy it brings! I hope you have a lovely vacation— you definitely deserve it!

~It’s my life~

Author’s note: Hey there, stranger /lightheartedly sarcastic. Yes! My trip was enjoyable! 100/10 would do again. It was a nice breather from everything and a reward from college. I’m so grateful to have someone so supportive of my works and myself in my inbox!! I have so many sweet followers that I want to give a flower to platonically.

This request used my special event that has closed.

Anyhow, the one the only Jack Howl is coming right up~

Trigger Warnings: Heights, Cussing, usage of you/yours pronouns, Ace being a little shit

Word count: 2.k

Clouds gently dot the sky as you cling to the red-haired boy in front of you on the thin wooden stick—the blanket of green meeting your fearful gaze. The man teasingly laughs at your fear, poking fun at your apprehension. The windy breeze ruffles your P.E. uniform and hair, brushing your face.

Your stupid friend Ace rounding you up into riding his broom in P.E. class was irritating. He spurred you on, remarking that you were a chicken for not wanting to fly above. You should trust him because of how strong his flight magic became with Professor Vargas’ teaching– to which Vargas proudly beamed at the loud, no doubt fake praise. Trappola happily grabbed his broom and ushered you onto the magical tool, and lifted you into the air.

Grim’s loud, displeased yowls meet your ears as the grey creature curses his so-called friends. Ace points the broom in the talking cat’s direction, announcing, “Sorry, Grim! I think you’re too fat from all those cans of tuna. I didn’t want to risk the broom falling— Hah! Ouch!” Hitting the 1st year on the head, you yell your apologies to your companion.

“Grim’s not fat! Shut up!”

“Yeah! I’m not fat! Get back down here so I can burn your ass!” Grim exclaims as he runs towards his flying friends. Ace glares at you as he instinctively brings a hand to rub the back of his head. With the sudden change of the rowdy first year’s grip, the broom juts to the right, then down.

“Oh!”

“Op, that’s my cue- hold on, Prefect! We’re going up!” Ace scrambles to adjust his firm grip on the unruly broom and nervously chuckles at his mistake as you glare holes in the back of his head. The skin on your knuckles pulled taught and white down on the polished wood, and the bumpy ride makes your nerves prickle to attention and shut your eyes. Praying to whatever higher power, there was that you wouldn’t die from Ace’s stupid tricks. As the two of you flew higher to the sky, everything below started to look like ants as Ace distantly heard Vargas shouting that it was high enough and it was time to go down.

He counted himself lucky that it seemed like you couldn’t hear the instructor’s voice, and he reveled in the warm breeze greeting him—unknowing what would happen in the next twenty minutes.

Down on the ground, Vargas’ shouts fell on deaf ears as he stopped running after the two runaways, ‘They’re going way too high. Those clouds are moving fast the other way too. A strong gust is going to hit soon.’ The brunet man scans the skies as he sees rolls of clouds block the sun. He needed to act fast, or else those foolish kids would get hurt.

“Howl, Felmier! Get your brooms! There will be a nasty gust soon, and I doubt Trappola’s stamina is as great as mine. That boy’s magic is already wearing. Falling won’t be their only concern. Get those two down.”Vargas gritted his teeth at the thought his students jumped head first into flight but was also glad that his class was a joint class with A and B classes. He had two-star pupils that had a good enough mastery of the art.

The two students, with their mouths agape at the brazen acts of Ace and the prefect, straighten and nod their heads, wasting no time; they grab their brooms, and Jack starts to ride the wind but not before Grim runs and jumps into Epel’s embrace.

“G-grim?! What in tarnation— What are you doing?!” Epel protests as he looks down at his hands to see Grim’s angry yet pouty face as he tells how he was still pissed at Ace’s mean remark and wanted to see his humiliated face when he was rescued and yelled at the Prefect for abandoning him. Shrugging at Grim’s oddly placed determination, Epel lifts off from the ground, trying to catch up to Jack’s pace.

Vargas places a hand on his hip, and the other covers his eyes, watching the four students in the sky. Usually, he’d never allow fellow students to fly so high, and he’d do it himself but having a large class for the day had his hands tied. Professor Vargas turns his gaze from the skies to his students, still watching with a dumbfounded expression painting each face. He brings his whistle to his lips and obnoxiously blows it, rounding the students up for an intense weight muscle circuit as punishment and to trample any more thoughts.

Epel’s grip tightens on his broom as he finally catches up to the beastmen. “J-Jack! Are you doing ok? I know you and the prefect are dating… so this might be a surprise. I know it was one hell- I mean startling to see Ace and them do that….” The Pomefiore student softly remarks as Grim nods and complains, but the cat-like monster complaints go from one ear and out the other as Epel looks at Jack’s expression.

It was focused and unreadable. Maybe Jack was angry that Ace talked you into this situation? The lilac-haired 1st year didn’t know what he was thinking, but after a while, Howl only muttered a quiet agreement.

Mere minutes passed as the winds got more intense as the clouds gathered, entirely blocking out the sun. As Jack leans forward to urge his magical broom to move faster, the tiny figures of the renegades become bigger and bigger but more erratic with their steadiness. Ace could feel his magic was waning, but he and his passenger got caught in a slight mid-draft. Even if the red haired man wanted to, the gust was too strong.

“A-Ace, I think we should go down to the field now. It’s pretty dark now and gusty and- wait, is that shouting?” You brush your shoulder with him, beckoning Ace’s attention as the wind carries a couple of familiar voices as you turn around to see where they came from.

“Jack?! Epel?!” Rearing both of your heads to your fellow peers right below, probably avoiding the wild gust.

“Prefect! Ace! Professor Vargas is pretty upset; to come down here before he puts all of us through his hell of a workout.” Epel explains as Grim’s ear flames burn warmer at the colder temperatures.

“Prefect! Get on to my broom! Ace’s getting more tired. Epel and I can help watch Ace.” Jack’s wolf ears perk attention as they twitch, picking up the wind and the rest of your conversation. Jack’s proposal sounded insane, and you had no qualms showing him your dumbfounded and doubtful face to your boyfriend. Even Ace whipped his head around to look at Jack. The Heartslaybul student’s cherry eyes rapidly blinked as he rewound what the Savannaclaw student said.

“Excuse me?! You want them to do what?! That sounds almost as stupid as when Deuce threw me at a damn chandelier! They’ll fall! I thought you were their boyfriend, man! What the hell!” Ace rudely announces. He felt the broom underneath the dropdown. Trappola hisses and regains his wary attention on the broom.

“See? Ace’s already getting more tired when we argue. Prefect, I can try to cast some wind magic to soften the descent, and Jack can grab you onto his broom. I can see if I can carry Ace on my broom too.” Epel urgently suggests as his voice cuts through the tension, as he looks to see more interruptions. Grim’s ears flatten on his head at the intense situation.

While he knew Epel’s wind magic was great, he was hesitant after Ace’s stunt. Even though he bickered with you sometimes, the monster didn’t want to see you get hurt for doing something stupid like this.

“You be careful, you hear minion! Same for you, Jack! I don’t want my 1st henchman to die over something like this.” Grim murmurs, but Jack hears the creature’s plea and wordlessly nods, and his arm outstretched to your hesitant form. Golden brown eyes full of trust and loyalty stare into your soul. Although fear clawing at every single part of your body screamed in protest against the dangerous risk, you trusted Jack Howl.

The young man so effortlessly captured your heart with his endearing honest personality and loyal demeanor. While his high morals of black and white frustrated you, you knew he wanted to do what was right by him and to those he thought were worthy enough to have a silver of his attention. How mutual appreciation soon morphed to tenderness, and with each day of learning new things from each other, that feeling of empathy then finally to something frighteningly new yet exciting and fun sparked. Ever since Jack and yourself have been dating after months of understanding each other, throughout your budding relationship, he never once thrust you into danger that he wasn’t sure he couldn’t help pull you out of it.

Jack trusted his ability even if there were times he was outnumbered, and the beastman reminds himself to stay calm for you to trust him. He recalls a moment like this with his siblings, and he was able to help them out with their problems. He takes a deep breath and slows his word, a calm, trusting, and gentle tone takes over as he helps soothe your mind as he says, “Take my hand. We’ll make it, I swear. I won’t let anything hurt you, not while I’m around.”

Peeling your sore hands and legs from underneath the solid but thin wood, violent shivers run all over your body as Jack releases his only hand on his broom, bracing to catch you in his strong embrace. Epel watches the hesitant prefect make their move to jump, his magical pen securely fastened in the small breast pocket in his P.E. Uniform, preparing for a small blast of wind magic. With bated breath, Grim watches his claws digging into the magic broom.

“You got it, almost there, Prefect. Just a little more.” Ace briefly peers over his shoulder and points his broom down, closing the gap between you and Jack. The wild turbulence makes Ace’s broom jerk to the right but right before the strong wind throws you for a loop. With screwed closed eyes, you leap from Ace’s broom to Jack’s arms. Within a blink of an eye, he places your body on the broom and turning around, you cling to Jack’s familiar body and bury your face in the crevice of his neck, your head painfully throbbed, and it feels like your heart is jumping into your throat as you wind your arms around his waist.

Dirty golden brown eyes meet Epel’s silent agreement as Jack stirs the magic tool back to the school field at a mindful steady pace as Epel uses some of his magic to help Ace get out of the wind current. Grim’s head peeks and sighs of relief to see the Prefect and Jack fly away, he was at a loss for words, but he was happy they didn’t get hurt.

“Are you alright? Can you speak?” Jack glances at the figure wordlessly, burying their face into his sweaty uniform. They didn’t say a word, not that he blamed them, but they were almost there, and he grew concerned they were in shock. White spiky hair blusters in the wind as Jack brings a hand to his lover’s back to brush against their back in sweet comfort, and to this, you whisper, “That was a lot for one day.”

Jack shakes his head, a heavy, tired sigh leaves his lips and looks to their destination, and makes a graceful and soft landing on the ground below, only to be met with an angry-looking Vargas and even more mad sweat glistening students. Epel, Ace, and Grim make their land a few moments later as Vargas greets them.

It took a 9-page apology essay, cleaning the gym and its equipment for five weeks. The nine-page report was a prompt punishment made by Professor Crewel to you and Ace, but this whole debacle did make Jack overwhelmingly protective and caring as he found out that you did suffer some shock and got after Ace’s tricks.

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saayatsumu · 7 months

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mellowwillowy · 3 months

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“𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥?”

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: You were never well-fared of things related to acting, let alone theatrics although the same couldn't be said about your housewarden, a man of fair beauty who obsessed over your existence as though you were the divined beauty that he has always sought to be. Soon, he will let everyone acknowledge you the moment you step onto the theatre stage. You, as his snow white who he shall now curse to death for as an eternalized beauty.

CW: Reader wore a gown (Snow White, duh), death, and Improvised Snow White's tale.

Yes, the fairest one of all, the man worthy of everyone's awe and adoration, Vil Schoenheit. The man who bathed you in his endless love despite the harsh way he presented himself to you.

✼ It truly is no surprise that, as an actor, he ought to ensure that his beauty is free from anything that will tarnish it. So you bet all the skincare routines he has will be forced upon you as well. Not only that, he has to ensure both his and your hair are always in peak condition, silky smooth and untangled.

✼ From the way he combs through your hair, he relishes in the same scent you both shared from the same ridiculously expensive shampoo and conditioner to the liquid soap that was sucked into your skin pore, ensuring it remained pristinely clean and free from any blemishes.

✼ Not only that, but your attire will also be tailored to fit you, no suit nor dress would be too tight or loose as it would wrap your body beautifully. The laced corset that you should wear would never be too tight or too loose and the color of the outfits would be hand-picked by the man himself as he chose the shade that would compliment your skin tone well.

✼ His hand will always be on your back should he see you stand or sit in such unsightly posture. Straighten it up for him immediately unless you want to hear him lecture you about how one should carry oneself again~

✼ Should you ever have trouble sleeping, he will gladly accompany you as he sits next to your bed, his manicured hand holding yours while he serenades an old lullaby you are familiar with. What you don't know is that he does not leave immediately the moment you fall asleep, no no, he takes his sweet time relishing himself in your beauty... wait, is that a very teenie tiny blemish on your skin? How could he fail to notice that? He has to fix this ASAP!

✼ Hm? You found his shoes beautiful? Would you like to try it on? Oh no... it's too scary to be this tall! 13cm is a bit too much for you to take! No wonder he looks so poised and elegant... the secret lies in these babies!

"You don't seriously think these shoes contribute 90% to my beauty right?" Vil frowned as he watched your face contorted from awe to pale white the moment he voiced your thoughts. "Surely you know this better than anyone, even if you wear these shoes, it won't do much but show everyone just how much of a clown you are should you walk with a slouched back!"

✼ What? Sweets? Snacks? No no no, you've had your fair share of it already. You ought to cut all those unhealthy stuff and maintain a perfect diet for your sake (and his). Do you dislike it? What a shame, you still have to eat it nonetheless.

Another thing he likes to do about this is to use your dislikes as a form of punishment which you call “starved to death”. Your plate will be filled with all sorts of inedible foods for your mouth. Nonetheless, an apple will always be tolerable.

✼ He will be your dance coach, he will be your singing coach, he will be your lecturer for the classes you fail to grasp. He will be the person who you rely on in everything, he wishes to be acknowledged by you deep down in his heart after all.

✼ He will be the dorm leader you look up to and to be the person you look for should you ever be troubled by anything. Pesky students, who won’t stop bothering you? He knows his way to silence them with his sharp razored words that make them rethink their whole life.

✼ Remember, Vil is a man of fame and so you should watch how you act around him unless you want nasty rumors to circulate around you. He will sometimes post a subtle relationship type of post with you (your identity hidden as a secret lest his fans come at you like rabid mutts)

"So... I'm going to take the role of the princess? Didn't you give that role to Epel previously?"

The blonde man scoffed at your statement, "He was a suitable candidate, posing a breathtakingly feminine beauty that could even fool the Great Sevens, even so, he was never the embodiment of what I'd call to be 'feminine'"

The said subject mumbled under his breath, "You talk as though the other one is feminine enough for this role, I could barely feel any of the maiden-like aura from them."

Vil shot him a questioning look, his eyebrow raised, and challenged the other to talk again.

“Don’t you want to be the princess instead, Vil? Playing the role of a heroine would be a pleasant change for you no?” You offered thoughtfully. Surely he fits this role more than you could ever, heck, you are a bit hesitant in accepting this idea.

"I am perfectly pleased with my role as the Evil Queen, no need to fret over me."

The week went on with dread, you were never familiar with the acting world, let alone acting properly! But Vil was very adamant about you having to partake in this show, 'It shall be your first debut on the theatre stage' he quoted despite you only seeing this as a school event.

Days passed and you dreaded the idea of going to the rehearsal spot again upon finishing class. Even your fellow pretty friend couldn't stop bitching about how he hated the idea of being forced to take the role of one of the seven dwarves!

"Oh, believe me, you are doing way better than I do! Even Vil praises you for being able to pinpoint all the script's lines perfectly!" You raised your eyebrows at his statement, "All I did was serenade along, you should do that too y'know? Theatre is the place where you are supposed to sing out the heart of the character."

The two of you stopped walking as he tilted his head, questioning, "Like an opera?"

"No, that's a whole different level. I didn't mean to sing it out literally, I meant to... how do I word it..."

And so here you two were, standing in front of your housewarden as you waited for his response to Epel's question. He took his time, contemplating how to word it out as well.

"A long time ago, I had a Master who told me that the reason why we serenade on stage was because we had to express how the character felt thoroughly..." (AN: Master here stands for Mentor.)

"Uhm yeah, we knew that but is that all?"

"... Well, I mean yes, it's not like we are performing an opera... but... argh! Even I didn't get it okay? Now, off you two go! I want everyone to not make a single mistake! Tomorrow is our big day!" He blurted out as he shooed the two of you away.

Like the noisy ducklings you two were, you grumbled as though you were quaking like Donald Duck.

"Kinda weird seeing you dressed in a gown though, perhaps you should have just asked them to tailor you a suit because god does it blind me when you are dressed like a maiden."

At his statement, you rolled your eyes. You were glad enough that this all-boys school tolerated the eye-opening of a beauty standard.

"Even so, I'm surprised Senior didn't want to take the role of the charming prince." "Why so?" "Uh, I mean, he gets to kiss you and stuff! Maybe even take after the real version of the story and..."

At that, you immediately pinched his lip shut and walked toward your supposed practice spot. Tomorrow is D-day and you can't help but feel giddy at the idea of being able to act on the same stage with everyone despite not being familiar with the world of acting.

Everything went on smoothly as expected. No one screwed up. It's all perfect yet the Evil Queen couldn't rest easy, Vil couldn't rest easy. With how long and heavy the gown is, the tiara that decorated his beautiful updo and kept hair, he strode onto the stage and spoke toward the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

As though the Evil Queen was struck by lightning, he balled his trembling fist while contemplating whether he should break this mirror right on.

He has always lived in the shadow of those prominent figures, an actor who was praised for his fair beauty and kindness and his Master who was praised for their exceptional beauty and talent in the world of theatre.

He could understand how she felt, and so he serenaded, expressing how she felt so well that he knew, he had long embodied the wicked heart of the Evil Queen. Envy painted his tinted eyes as the scene changed into you and the seven dwarves, living oh so merrily after the huntsman was enraptured by your beauty and tricked her into eating a boar's lungs and liver.

A laced corset that Vil had always ensured to hug your figure in a way that didn't suffocate you, turned into a deadly weapon in the hand of the Evil Queen.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror should reply, “Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land,” or so she expected.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

Then, the lovely moment in which Vil would always comb your hair and untangle any tangled hair, turned into an attempt of murder with the comb stuck on your tangled hair.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Snow White, O Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

It's ironic, really. No matter how hard he worked for everything, he knew he could never surpass these two prominent figures. And desperate was him.

You hated it whenever he 'starved you to death', as the only edible thing you could eat was the red apple. You hated it because it was unfulfilling and not because he had poisoned it with the potion he handcrafted. In the hand of the Evil Queen, it turned into a deadly weapon.

And the Evil Queen would pose the same question again.

“Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land.”

The world's most beautiful phenomenal actor, the fairest one of all, you, his subject of awe and love, the Master of the Theater, or so people refer to you.

"Schoenheit, what did I tell you about encapturing the audience's heart with your voice and not just flatly reenacting the script?"

The boy looked as though he was about to cry but he knew well that emotion was never even once written in the script. As much as he respected you, he was still a boy of heart who was ready to have his heart shattered.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart." "Correct, now, reenact it again. Unless I have acknowledged you, you are to be forbidden from telling people that I am your master. O how shameful it would be for me to be acknowledged by a speck of dust!"

The boy took mental note of how easy it was for you to speak in such a serenading tune and tried to continue where you left off,

"This one dared not to humiliate his Master with his incompetence! This one would rather have his lip sewn tightly to ease his Master that no such deranged words would slip out!"

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, patting his blonde hair, "There, it's not even that hard. Come now, let's get back to line 324."

The practice went on as the boy tried his best to amaze his mentor who was guiding him like a lion to its cub. He would strive to be better with each day as he pictured his gleaming future in which he would acknowledged by the public for how exceptionally talented he was as an actor. And amidst that, he would proudly let the world know that you were the one who had assisted him to reach the summit of his fame.

"That is all, the rehearsal is dismissed," You clapped your hands, signaling to the other, "You are free to go, Schoenheit. Remember, our rehearsal tomorrow, at 2 PM sharp. Am I to be understood?" "Understood, Master!"

Vil did not have to be reminded when he should come back as he had memorized everything by heart! Only 4 days left before his first debut on the theatre stage, yes, his first debut in which people would see him not from the screen of television but thoroughly directly as he was shone by the stage light.

The role he was fit to be was one he wished for, the role of a princess. Nonetheless, he wished that his Master could have taken this role for themself as he had long used to the villainous role he was forced to take. But who was he to complain anymore when his mentor praised him for how befitting he was as a heroine?

The days went on with a strict lecture, no sugar would ever coat your guidance for him and he was not upset about it at all. Instead, he thanked you for being blunt about everything. But one thing for sure was that no other mentor was allowed to be as strict as you to him, or else he would never pay heed to their words at all.

"Tomorrow is your big day, a shame you couldn't hand me an invitation." You chuckled as you helped him walk down the stage's stairs, your gloved hand cold compared to the boy's warm hand.

"But Master will be there behind and on the stage to watch me right?" "Of course, I have waited for your debut for as long as I can remember. This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

Something didn't sit right, your gloved hand that was leading him down felt as though you were dragging him away from something, away from the stage.

"Uhm... will I be as good as you have praised me tomorrow? What if I... fail..." "Nonsense. That would never happen, not in my wake."

Your voice was stern and quick enough to silence him yet your hand was still holding his gently.

Snow white was silent, dead silent. She was sleeping oh so peacefully after she took a bite of the apple. The dwarves were mourning, placing her resting figure inside the glass coffin for nature to bask in her beauty, for the birds to sing songs, for the deers to sleep right next to it, and for the charmed prince to kiss her awake.

Naturally, the Snow White woke up, and the happily ever after ending was supposed to show up after it reached the climax, the Evil Queen had been punished. But not in his wake.

An improvisation?

"You! I will never rest easy for as long as you exist. Even if these legs failed to stride for a dance, even if this face failed to uphold the immense beauty, even if this body rots beneath the soil that was trampled by pebble-like mortals, I will never, ever, acknowledge you, to be the fairest of them all!"

Instead of watching the Evil Queen dance in tears and horror, the Evil Queen strode toward you, Vil strode toward you with his hand bent forward toward you. The heels that clack in beat with the music played on stage, the furrowed eyebrows, and the glint of despair in his eyes spoke everything.

Was he speaking to you?

"For you, will never be the fairest one of all unless you are dead!"

An improvisation.

It was a prop knife but it did well in splattering red paint that replicated blood. The knife was plunged right into where your heart would be, the apple to your soul. The actors were clearly taken aback by this, their genuine reactions perfected this whole scene.

And you who were never familiar with the acting world, were quick enough to improvise this.

"Alas, you and I are now walking hand in hand toward the underworld O' you Wicked Queen, should your words remain true, I shall still be the fairest one of all even in our death!"

Tears flowed out of Vil's eyes, this is not what she wanted, this is what I wanted.

The audiences were whispering amongst themselves in disbelief, the faes that were watching this were even taken aback by the show. Contrary to the dull fairy tale they had heard, this had taken a sharp turn into something more... beautiful?

Pettiness would be what Vil was trying to embody. Envy had long tinted his sight and what more could damage him? Should he live in the shadows of these two figures forever? Should he live in your shadow forever?

He'd rather die with your dead shadow, together, hand in hand as the pair of the fairest one of all, marching toward the underworld.

"Alas, that would be a better outcome than having to live in the shadow of a naive girl like you." His hands held your face gently before forcing you into a waltz of death.

The boy was horrified but the princess was not. The Evil Queen was dancing in pain and horror. He knew. He knew how there were nails in the shoes you were wearing.

Blood dripped out of your torn lip as you twirled beautifully, the black gown complimented the Evil Queen's beauty really well. He wanted to scream and call off the whole show, but the boy dared not to make such a hasty decision.

This is his first debut and your last show, how could he possibly gather himself to do that? This is your last masterpiece and should he ever do something that would destroy your final piece, he'd rather sew his lip tight with the corset lace.

Everyone on the stage dared not to say anything, either out of obliviousness or fear of the Master of the Theatre's wrath. The director could only frown as she directed the other crews.

"You shall be the fairest one of all in life but never in death!"

With that, you spread both your arms upward and fell limp onto the ground. Even until the end, the Evil Queen remained wicked and petty, her eyes tinted in Envy.

The audience clapped their hands out of awe and whistles could be heard as they threw roses toward the stage. But you never woke up.

Roses that were supposed to flatter you turned into a burial rose.

The director instructed the curtain to be lowered down, skipping through the casts thanking the audience. It raised questions but one of them voiced any discontent as they were pleased that yet another beautiful piece had been carried.

"The Master's death should not be leaked until at least one week has passed, this was their last wish. For the crowd to converse about this before they realized their effort in presenting this tale." She said as she felt the veins on your wrists and neck.

The boy was scared that he would be scolded by you if he did this but he was way more scared about the idea of you dying so he laid his ear on top of your chest.

... no heartbeat was heard.

True to your words, this truly was your last masterpiece. "This would be the last masterpiece to ever be carved in the history of this very theater and me after all."

The public was horrified by this news and split into two parties. Party that did not accept your way of dancing with nailed shoes and a party that respected your effort and courageous display, embodying the pain that was felt by the Evil Queen and facing death head-on as you delivered your final masterpiece.

And among the party was Vil Schoenheit, drowned in awe and adoration. He finally understood why you were referred to as Master of the Theatre. He finally understood why you chose to serenade. As you deliver your last lines, he remembered it.

Just like the siren you were, you enraptured everyone with your voice. It took people time to finally realize that despite the pain you were feeling, you still managed to deliver the lines without any trouble.

"I need to speak as though I am serenading, Master. That way, the audience could understand the turmoil of my heart."

Yet why could no one hear a sliver of your turmoil? All they could hear was the disdaining Evil Queen's curses and the proud Master of the Theatre, the you who were proud in yourself.

Vil was proud of himself for delivering such a spectacular piece. To direct all the casts with this sudden improvisation in order to perfect this piece, he did something that he could pride himself on.

And that was to bow down toward the audience, hand in hand with you as roses were thrown onto the stage. It truly was a shame he couldn't bow down on his first debut.

The shock of all the casts was not something he could polish in such a short time, and the you who were pushed to perfect this whole improvisation was not something he could polish in any time. It almost felt as though he was seeing his Master again. (Again, Master here stands for Mentor if you forgot)

"Why did you do that?" You pulled him backstage, your warm hand holding his gloved hand down from the stairs. You were dragging him away from the stage.

"... Because this is your first debut."

At that quote you rolled your eyes, "Take off your shoes, now."

Ah, so you really had keen eyes. Vil had always been a man who took great care of any details finely. But surely a wound on his soles wouldn't be a trouble for as long as he is not modeling something that shows his soles.

This disciple takes his Master's teachings to heart after all.

#I'm trying to make those who are not familiar with TWST to embrace these babies so yeah #I didn't write any details that would be too foreign #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere TWST #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Vil Schoenheit #Epel Felmier mentioned???#Also Rook is so true to how he let us go #Yandere x Reader #x GN Reader #Yandere x GN Reader

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tsubomisno1fan · 23 days

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Since I felt my last post was ass have something to make up for it also I’m coming out as someone who isn’t a huge fan of Malleyū I like Yūka x Najma more 😓😓 (no hate to the shippers btw, idc if you ship Malleyū)

#TWST #twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #azul ashengrotto #azuide #deuce spade #mentioned Flonei :3 #jade leech #floyd leech #twst yuu #jamil viper #ace trappola #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #epel felmier #green apple #like the ship

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inkblot22 · 2 months

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Can You Keep A Little Secret?

JFC this took me longer than usual I'm so sorry anon. I sort of explained it before, but I didn't exactly use your prompt, based on ineptitude on my part. After I finish reading Oshi no Ko, I might try again! Line divider by @/cafekitsune.

This fic is aimed towards sort of everyone, but the reader possesses afab features (they don't come into play until later, this chapter has no mention of them.) You'll understand what I mean by it being for everyone if you read the first paragraph or so. It has to do with suspending your belief/ employing your imagination.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, creep behavior, mention of death, mention of lobotomy/grippy sock jail, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Waking up was never your favorite part of the day, but that feeling increases tenfold when you wake up in someone else’s body. You know for sure you didn’t look like this last week, and the name on your ID is similar to your own, but you don’t recognize the face in the mirror. Whoever you’re inhabiting has a few similar features to your own, but your skin was never this dewy, your eyes never so… hollow and strange.

When you looked up your name, you found out that you, or your body, at least, had died in your sleep. When you looked up the name on that ID, you found out that you’re the child of some big business man and a prolific model, and you apparently dabble in acting. Your dad isn’t your dad, but he calls you every night to make sure you’re settling into your “new” apartment. Your mom isn’t your mom, but she has popped by once or twice to ask you how you’ve been and make you really good food. She mentioned last night that your acting instructor was worried, since you hadn’t attended your Thursday classes, and also that your agent has been trying to contact you. You didn’t know you had an agent.

When you called your agent, who was literally just titled “Agent” in your new phone, she sounded relieved then irritated, chiding you for living the high life too fast. She said you weren’t popular or loved enough to go on week-long benders, and then she mentioned that she had a job for you and she’d see you on Thursday. According to this phone that isn’t yours, Thursday was tomorrow.

You made a night of getting prepared- slathering on the fancy face masks, trying on various outfits, scrolling through the pictures on the phone of your new body in the past, painting your really gorgeous nails- and then you went to sleep and woke up to a phone call from your new dad.

“Hi, sweetheart!”

“Uh… hi, Dad…” You mumbled. You didn’t know him from Adam, but there was no point in being rude to him.

He pauses, and then he speaks slowly, “Did you hear from your agent, honey?”

“Yeah- yeah I did, uh, I have acting class in a little, and she said she has a job for me.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear it! You know you can always visit me if something is wrong, okay? Just call me or Devin and he’ll come get you as soon as possible.”

You don’t know who Devin is, but you don’t point it out, “Of course. Thank you, dad.”

There was another pause. This one stretches out for a while and then he mumbles, “Okay… love you, sweetpea.”

“Uh… love you too. I’ll call you when I get back home?”

“Sure thing. Bye bye.”

The call ends with a click and you hop in the shower, trying to scrub away the confusion. You pair the lotion with a body spray that makes you smell like a summer afternoon in an apple orchard, and then you dress yourself in a soft off the shoulder sweater dress with a pair of tights with little sequins and gems sewn onto the sheer black material. You pull your hair back, tied at the nape of your neck, and roll on some lip gloss. You grab your bag, which isn’t your bag, and stroll out, walking down the street to get to the talent agency.

The receptionist looks at you in some measure of shock and greets you kindly. You smile and wave. He looks even more confused as you clomp into the stairwell. Once you get to the third floor, mildly out of breath, you hurry to room 3-5 and silently slide into the back.

You’re not sure why you’re acting so covert, as the class hasn’t even started. A woman with dark hair strolls in and flinches when she sees you sitting there, your new name tumbling from her lips with confusion.

“Hello.” You hope that she’s the instructor, “How are you?”

She looks at you like you grew two heads and forces a smile, “Oh, I’m well, dear. Give me a moment to look outside.”

She clicks to the window in her heels and opens the blinds looking around wildly before she turns back to you.

“Well, nothing’s on fire and there’s a distinct lack of flying pigs, so I guess you’re finally serious about getting better at acting?”

“Uh… I…?” You don’t know how to respond, “I didn’t realize I’d been late so often.”

“Late? Half the time you didn’t even show up. The only person worse than you is-”

The door behind you opens. You clench your hands to stop the shaking you just realized you were struggling with, and turn slightly in your seat to see a willowy young man, tousled lavender hair being haphazardly smoothed by his slender hands.

The instructor snorts, “Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Felmier.”

He smiles, but it’s a bit too calculated. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost artificial, “Ah ha… Good morning, Angie.”

Angie, evidently, rolls her eyes and takes a seat at the front of the room, crossing her long legs, and tilts her head skeptically, “Sure. If a satellite doesn’t crash in this room and kill us all in the middle of class, I’ll be shocked.”

“Mr. Felmier” walks over and smiles at you. It seems even more strained than before, and keeps eye contact with you as he points to the chair next to you, his voice high and sweet, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh, of course not. I don’t own that chair, haha!” You joke.

His face twitches, some micro expression that you’re just observant enough to notice, but not to see, and he takes a seat. Angie gets up and leaves and you look out the window. You can feel eyes on you, and when you turn to look at him, his face is impassive save for a slight narrowing of his eyes. You look down at yourself and pat your cheeks, suddenly nervous.

“Oh, no, is there something on me?” You ask.

He doesn’t immediately respond, his eyes blinking so fast that if he hadn’t done it twice you would have never seen the movement, and then he gives you that sweet, plastic smile, “Oh, no. Your makeup is different than usual. It looks nice. Pretty.”

“I- I’m only wearing lipgloss, so I guess that’s why. Thank you.”

He nods slowly, and tilts his head, still smiling as though he’s trained to do so, “After we’re done here, did you want to go get brunch together?”

You’re about to say no. You don’t remember him, because this is not your life you’re living, but if you did know him, you’d decline anyway. Something feels funny about him. You don’t really have to decline, though, since you have to go down to floor 2 and see your agent afterwards anyway, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I have to do something after.”

“I can wait.”

“I don’t want to put you out. Maybe another time?”

His eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly and his smile doesn’t strain, but it feels wrong as he leans his elbow on the back of his chair to better face you, “Did you hear the news from Mirelle?”

“What news?” You don’t know who Mirelle is.

“Oh, you’re meeting with her afterwards, aren’t you?” He smooths the hair along your temple so it is slicked behind your ear, “Are you wearing that perfume I got you? You said you hated it.”

Okay, so whoevers body this was definitely knew this man, and now you don’t even know his full name. Judging from the way he’s speaking to you, you were friends at least. Your lashes flutter and you look away from him.

“I- I’m sorry. It smells very nice.” You don’t know how you’re supposed to be acting. The irony of waiting for an acting class while not knowing what your role here happens to be is not lost on you.

Felmier sits up like you insulted him and his voice is quiet, so quiet and tense that you don’t think you’re supposed to hear him, “Interesting.”

You glance at him again, “What?”

“I didn’t say anything. You like that bagel place down the street, don’t you? After you see Mirelle, meet me in the lobby. I think we should have a chat.” Although he is smiling, his voice doesn’t leave any room for argument as he turns back to the front.

You stand up, leaving your purse in your seat, and walk to the window, looking out of it for a moment until Angie strolls back in. She clicks her tongue and you walk back to your seat.

“It’s just you two? Now I’m really expecting a freak accident. Well, let’s get started.”

Acting class was… interesting. Since it was just the three of you, Angie had you read lines from a script and act out some kind of argument. She seemed pleased with your performance, but Felmier kept stumbling over his lines and making the wrong expression. He seemed tense by the time the two hour long session was over. You didn’t want to follow that thread, and besides, you had somewhere to be. You went down the stairs again and bumped into a woman with silver hair, who looked at you just as confused as everyone else had been, and smiled sweetly, genuinely.

“Hey, you. You’re a bit early.” She says.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so? I don’t know.” You guessed this was supposed to be Mirelle, your agent, maybe.

“It’s a good change, babe. Why don’t you come into my office?” She doesn’t really ask, since she’s already leading you over.

She takes a seat behind her desk and you take a seat in front of her, and she taps away at her computer for a moment before she says something.

“You remember Epel? Epel Felmier?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh? You ‘guess so’? Not that the two of you are constantly arguing, or anything.” She smirks, glancing away from her monitor to look at you, “Regardless, I’ve got something that will help with your little PR nightmare last month. What were you thinking?”

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes narrow a fraction, but whatever she was thinking is ignored, “You and Epel are gonna be collaborating on an upcoming short film. Hopefully the two of you don’t get into another screaming match.”

“Um. Yeah. Hopefully.” All this new information and these new people are making your head spin. You don’t want to start panicking- you did enough of that last week- but you’re already exhausted. You wonder if there’s a back entrance to this building so you can just sneak out and don’t have to talk to Epel again. You don’t think you can mentally handle him talking to you over a cup of coffee.

Your agent, Mirelle, is looking at you expectantly, like she just said something. Your heart jumps into your throat, then sinks to your gut and you clear your throat quietly, shifting in your chair.

She laughs airily, “Oh, you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

You shake your head, and she laughs again.

“I just said that production starts Monday. Try not to do anything crazy. This project is monumentally important for your public image.”

“Okay. Sorry for causing so much trouble in the past.” You mutter, standing up.

She shrugs with a happy little grin, “Oh, you’re young. Maybe you’ll grow out of it.”

You just nod. How are you supposed to even respond to that? If you get mad, you’ll probably get hysterical, and if you get hysterical, that is a one way ticket to a stay in grippy sock jail or a lobotomy. Rich people are different, and even though you’re living in some rich person’s body, you did not live this life for longer than a week.

You purposely walk to the other staircase. Most buildings have two for fire safety. Your eyes water as you pause on the stairs and you sigh before you start descending them.

Just as you get to the exit, your hand on the door, you hear a voice behind you, “Hey.”

It scares you out of your skin. You jump and spin and squawk, only to meet the wicked smile of Epel. It doesn’t reach his round blue eyes. He tilts his head from side to side, slowly, as if appraising you, and then he starts walking towards you and you push back against the door, opening it ever so slightly. He stops his motion and looks a tad surprised.

Then his eyes narrow, “Come back in.”

His voice sounds different, rougher. You don’t really want to, but it’s hot outside and you figure from all the odd looks and reactions you’ve gotten, running would be too erratic for this poor person’s life you’ve taken over.

When you close the door and remain leaned against it, Epel’s face relaxes. You didn’t even realize he was making any sort of tense expression. He glances at the spandrel, the area beneath the stairs, and sighs.

“You hit your head last week? That why you were missin’?” Yeah, he’s speaking entirely differently. He has a sort of charming country twang to his voice, an underlying roughness that makes him seem even more boyish than before.

“Huh?”

“‘Huh?’” He mocks, looking back at you. He looks like he might cry, but his eyes are angry, “That all you got to say? For years you’ve told me that I don’t mean shit, and now you’re actin’ like you don’t even know me.”

He is right. You don’t know him at all. Even though you’re still in the cool building, you begin to sweat. You don’t know what to say to this without going through the experiences you’ve had in the past week, so you decide you don’t have to, especially since it seems like he may get aggressive if you say the wrong thing.

You lean hard against the aptly named panic bar, turn on your heel once outside, and take off running. It dawns on you a little late that he might be following, or, seven forbid, that he knows where you live, so you take a different route as dictated by your GPS and call your new father as soon as you get in the building.

It’s the middle of the work day, so he obviously doesn’t pick up. You unlock the apartment door and pant breathlessly, leaving a hasty voicemail, “O-oh, great seven- ugh- okay, hi, Dad. I told you I’d call you when I get home, so that’s what I’m doing. Hope I didn’t disrupt a meeting or whatever. Call me back, bye.”

You flop face down on the bed and groan, rolling onto your back as the ringtone that you would never choose goes off. In bold white letters on the screen, it says “Bumpkin Boy” with no other indication of who it might be. You pick up.

The voice on the other end sounds heated, a quiet mocking lilt to it, “Bet you went home, huh?”

Your blood runs cold and your very ability to speak is ripped from your lips.

“S’okay. You don’t have to talk. I could pay you a little visit, see what it’s like to live like a nepo baby for a day, but I think…” He pauses, and when he next speaks you hear the smile in his voice, “I think I’ll just wait for Monday, since you owe me a coffee date, don’t you?”

He hangs up after that. You stand up and double-check that you’ve locked the door before you hide in your closet and try not to start hyperventilating. You can’t even beat yourself up for this one. These circumstances are entirely out of your control.

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rose-the-witch1 · 1 year

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MC is a big fan of horror and it scares people

Deuce: Hey Prefect, what are you listening to?

MC, taking out an earbud: It's, uh... a podcast.

Ace: Oh, don't tell me ya listen to sports podcasts like Jack?

Jack: Hey!

MC: No, it's a true crime podcast.

Grim: What's true crime?

MC: Stories of crime that actually happened. Here, I'll show you.

[MC unplugs their phone and turns up the volume]

Narrator: ...Police were horrified at the sight of the young man, standing with a distant look in his eyes over the corpse of his brother, who had received several bashings to the face and shoulders.

Ace:

Deuce:

Jack: Why do you listen to this?

MC: It's soothing, okay?

Epel: Murder. Is soothing.

MC: Yes!

Sebek: Humans and their violent tastes... how disgusting.

MC: Oh, wait until you hear about the Zodiac Killer.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst first years x reader #twst grim #twst ace #twst deuce #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #tw violent death #tw mentions of murder #tw true crime

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azulsluver · 9 months

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Hey hi hello!!! I hope you're having a nice day today! If it's not a bother, I'll be leaving a request for your bully!au. Maybe with a reader who's a hot head? Like, the moment they start acting up, readers already in their face asking questions like "why the fuck are you being such a dick?" Normally, reader could conceal this if it was the normal twst, but the moment the twst guys start slipping, reader is already confronting them on why they are being such assholes. You know how narancia from jjba acts like when he's stressed or mad? Yeah exactly like that! Pulling out the knife out too. Reader doesn't care about their reputation, so they wouldn't care less if they were threatened by that. I love your writing too!!! I always look forward to it when I open Tumblr. Thank you for reading, and have a nice day!!

This is not gonna end well…BUT THANK YOU BEST COMPLIMENT OF THE BLOG!!! <333

Buncha rambles, dunno where this was gonna lead so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted 😅

tw. yandere, bully!characters, mentions of stabbing/murder, manipulative!reader for the win 🏆

No one is gonna side with you. The bystanders do absolutely nothing till this point, reputation is very important and they don’t want it being dirty with yours (lmao ironic). Besides people like Lilia, Malleus, and Jade—they find your “hot-headed” personality attractive.

You’ll get picked on more yes, these students are much stronger than you by far, but you wouldn’t go down without them having a piece of your mind. Calling out on their schemes will make some embarrass— Cater, Ace, Epel. Others will be more aggressive or try to turn the situation around and blame you for overreacting.

Pulling a stunt as trying to knife one of them? May be successful if I’m honest. Depends on who you choose to do so, you won’t be alone in a group of two, they’ll always be another watching or tagging along. They’ll keep in mind to not let you be near any sharp or heavy objects, you clearly can’t handle being by yourself.

I can see a hot-headed reader making it far for themselves and not fall too deep into the victim pit. Standing up for yourself is already hard enough, you’re going against people who are training to become said mages. But at the end of the day everyone is still human no matter how cruel they are. They aren’t bullet proof nor emotionless. Get them to hurt, physically or mentally, with their guard down you can successfully have them under your thumb.

Reader who butts in first and steps up, show some respect around here. This will help you gain sympathy from bystanders and a little chance for them to befriend. That’s where Jack comes in. You’ve shown him you were worthy of helping and not just some runt who lets people walk all over them. This won’t be enough to overthrow any housewarden or powerful mage, but it’ll do.

People are not gonna enjoy your pushy and rude attitude for long, the pros and cons don’t weigh as equally. Especially when the cons lead to death.

“Oh but why don’t they get in trouble?”

Because they know how to clean up a scene and fast. Also who would believe you, a strange person who came out of the coffin when you weren’t supposed to be there. No one trusts you and won’t take your side, and since this is a bully!AU people tend to look the other way if murder is convicted. You aren’t all that important with little to no background, the perfect victim to get rid of.

And Idia gets rid of the evidence if there’s any camera involved.

You can’t just go around and stab people at random, let alone pick a fight. What you need is strategy. Be more self aware and focused, as difficult it is to talk to a brick wall, it’ll crumble if you stay long enough to experience it’s downfall. For those interested in knowing who can actually lose to a let’s say…neutral reader (fairly strong enough and a good amount of willpower), my take is on Riddle, Deuce, Ace, Azul, Jack, Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia, Malleus, and surprisingly last Sebek.

Should’ve switched the surprisingly for Rook because wow. Show them who’s boss babe, besides your cowardly counter part they are doomed if you’re more dominant. Not in a weird way lol, take the wheel of your life outta their greasy hands!

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond x reader #epel felmeir x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #jack howl x reader #rook hunt x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #only tagging those mentioned #bully!au

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horton-hears-a-who-cares · 10 months

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I wanted this to be an all Diasomnia batch for my friend but ummm actually I can’t explain myself

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #malleus #lilia #silver twst #Sebek #twst vil #epel #mention of rook lol

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jabberwocky-warrior · 8 months

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Incorrect quotes part 2

These arent that funny but i got bored

tw Food (pizza, cake, garlic sauce)

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ambagel · 7 days

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SOBBING I LOVE THIS EVENT

I love him so MUCH 🤧 He wants to protect his mom it's ADORABLE

This whole scene was very entertaining to me because first of all yes deuce, get his ass

Second of all yes epel, get his ass

Third of all he is PISSED

Fourth, I think Ortho was very funny

Also I screenshotted Grim weirdly and I feel the need to add it

His eyes 😔

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: So, this museum has reached its 100th anniversary, huh. Guess the next goal is the 200th anniversary!

Summon Line: Now that I've been chosen as a supporter, there'll never be a boring moment. Now then, let's enjoy a fantastic time together.

Groooovy!!: I don't deny understanding their excitement over a sleeping child, but... Can't say diurnal faes and I are compatible in general, though.

Home: Congratulations on 100 years!

Home Idle 1: According to Cater, there were times the Queen of Hearts would get excited over having cake. Looks like she had a cute side, too.

Home Idle 2: Ruggie was looking at the painting of oysters with a hungry stare. I think he's more interested in his appetite than enjoying art.

Home Idle 3: Perhaps it's because I saw that painting of that young lion singing happily with his friends, but... Now I feel like rocking out on my beloved five-string bass!

Home Idle - Login: No one is more knowledgeable about the Thorn Fairy than I. You can leave it to me to explain each painting.

Home Idle - Groovy: After I gave Epel an in-depth talk on the Thorn Fairy, he was very intently looking at her paintings. Ain't I an awesome guide?

Home Tap 1: If you don't know which exhibit to start with, why don't you come look around with me? After all, I'm a supporter of the museum. Mhm!

Home Tap 2: If you see Silver standing in front of a painting for a long while, call out to him for me. There's a high possibility he might be sleeping...

Home Tap 3: Don't you think the Thorn Fairy's subordinates all have something charming about them? As a cutie myself, I can't help but feel an affinity with them.

Home Tap 4: I hear that the Sorcerer of the Sands' familiar was a wonderfully chatty parrot. There's no way he'd beat me when it comes to casual conversation, though!

Home Tap 5: I get why you'd get all excited over me in formal dress, but don't poke me, now. Hm? You were just pointing out that my ribbon was crooked?

Home Tap - Groovy: I thought about buying a shirt from the shop with a painting printed on the front as a gift for myself... Can you pick out the best one for me?

Duo: [LILIA]: Epel, to victory! [EPEL]: It's as good as ours, Lilia-san!

Birthday Login Message: You came all the way out here to wish me a happy birthday? You have my thanks, [Yuu]. What would I like for a present? It's fine, you don't have to worry yourself about it. But if I really had to pick something, I suppose... I'd like to hear about your hometown. It would be fun to hear stories from a place that I know nothing about. There's no way I'll be letting you sleep tonight～!

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #epel felmier #twst lilia #twst epel #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: cater #mention: ruggie #mention: epel #mention: silver

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duckduckgoosebutitsinatrench · 1 month

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Déjà Rěvé

Chapter 2: Chaotic Mornings and Messy Romance

CW: 80s Au, Aces messy ass relationship with his girlfriend, Deuce is slow when it comes to feelings including his own

Yuu woke up way too squished and way too warm for their liking. The late spring moving into early summer season made it so the mornings were stupidly hot, but that didn’t mean Yuu appreciated waking up drenched in sweat first thing in the morning.

They slowly blinked themself awake, groggily wiping the sleep from their eyes and running their fingers through their uneven strands of hair. They felt an arm around them tightened at the motion, and they looked down.

While Ace had gone home in the early hours of the morning for once, Deuce had stayed behind and slept over. There was no way in hell that Yuu was ever going to make him sleep on the couch, or God forbid the ground, so they just slept in the same bed. It was nothing new, nor was Deuce being cuddly in his sleep. There was just something about waking up to your best friends’ face buried in your stomach with his arms thrown around your hips that made Yuus heart flutter.

Their fingers find themselves in Deuces hair before they know it, and Yuu smiles and whispers a “Good morning” as they listen to Deuce grumble about how it’s “too early”.

Speaking of early… There was a lot of sunlight in their room right now. Especially for it being only half past six. Didn’t the sun usually only rise around seven or so?

Their fingers paused their ministrations. Shit.

It wasn’t six thirty, was it?

Yuu looked at the old clock that hung on the wall, the hands telling a time of just past seven in the morning, a whole half hour past the time they usually wake up. Taking in a deep breath, they stamped down their rising panic and reasoned with themselves. Half an hour. They had only lost half an hour. They still had time. Ace never got here till about seven thirty-five. They had time. The three of them could make it to school on time! It’ll all work out!

They should probably wake up Deuce though.

Yuu grips his shoulder and lightly shakes, “Deuce, wake up.”

The arm around their hips tightened even more as Deuce groans, burying his face further into Yuus’ body.

Yuu shakes him harder, until his eyes snap open from the force, looking at them in confusion.

“Hey. Eh! Deuce! Wake up! Wakey wakey, we slept in.”

“…Shit”, and just like that he was up. Throwing the tangled covers off him and tripping out of bed. Yuu too climbed out of bed and started walking towards their bedroom door, speaking all the while.

“Shit indeed! Get dressed. I’ll make you some eggs. You like eggs, right?”, and unfortunately, Yuu made the mistake of turning back around, just in time to catch deuce taking off his shirt.

They whipped their head back around so fast they heard their neck crack. Deuce slurred out a raspy “thank you” that definitely wasn’t doing their heart any favors.

“Yeah. No problem.”, Yuu took several deep breathes as they walked down the stairs to the kitchen, the last one sounding much more frustrated than the former ones. Yuu sighed, running their fingers through their hair as they reached the bottom of the stairs. They really had to get over… whatever this was. And fast. Before it fucks everything up.

Cracking some eggs and putting a pan on a stove that somehow worked, Yuu tries their best to make an omelet with what they had around them. They (Epel) had built a garden in the back yard, and there were a few pepper plants around the house, so vegetables weren’t too much of a concern. Seasonings were expensive though. Even when they found the small boxes where seasonings came in packets rather than fancy glass jars, they often had other things to spend money on, so they were running low.

Yuu looked at the small packet of paprika. It had expired a little over two weeks ago…

They dumped it in. Never hurt them before! They had chili flakes in the pantry that went bad last year, and they still sprinkled it on shit!

Yuu closed their eyes sigh. They really needed to just start stealing shit again.

“What’s wrong?”

Yuu jumped, “Holy shit! Deuce! The hell?”, there stood Deuce Spade. In all his sleepy glory.

The bastard giggled, “Sorry!” He did not sound sorry at all.

“Mhm”, they hummed, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing”. Yuu flipped the half decent omelet they managed to make.

Deuce hummed, walking closer the lean on the counter next to the stove. “If you say so…”

“I say so! Now go get a plate to put this thing on before I burn it”, He did as told, setting it down with a clink as they put the omelet down and shut off the stove. Yuu took a knife and cut it in half, pushing one half towards Deuce and taking the other for themselves. “Thanks”.

“You too”. Yuu raised an eyebrow at him, and Deuce looked a bit embarrassed.

“For the... For the food. Thanks for the food”

“ah”

Yuu walked over to the silverware drawer and pulled out two of the very few forks they had, handing one to Deuce. “No problem, ya gotta eat. I think there’s some juice in the mini fridge if you want some”, they pointed behind them with their thumb, somewhere vaguely in the living room area, and cut a piece of omelet for themselves with their fork.

Deuce cringed. “Nah. No thanks. I’ll just get something from the café later… or something… do you want anything? I can buy you a latte?”, his voice turned softer towards the end and Yuu had to suck in a sharp breath. They closed their eyes for a few seconds. Getting themselves together just enough to face the world (who was still looking at them), and then turned and raised an eyebrow at Deuce.

“You’re not thirsty?”

Deuce sighs, “Nah, it’s not that. I just don’t want to give Ace any more ammunition”.

Yuu nods in understanding. If Ace saw absolutely anything that he could tease either of them for, that was it. They weren’t gonna live it down for at least the next decade. “…Yeah, I’ll take a latte. I can pay you back later”, they trailed off as they try to remember when their next pay day was.

Deuce just shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I got you”. Yuu only stared at him for a good minute, deciding to just nod even as they make plans of slipping the money into one of the jackets that Deuce had left at Ramshackle.

Not much more happens after that. Yuu occasionally asking about how Mrs. Spade was, him happily talking about his mom and Yuu happily listening, The occasional complaint about tests, how they could never seem to find the albums they wanted at the music store, etc. Just small conversations, and mostly bitching, to pass the time as they slowly woke up.

Honk Honk

Deuce falls silent and Yuus eyes snap to his, finally looking up from their food. Welp, looks like they passed the time alright.

Honk Honk

“…”

“… Shit!”, Yuu threw their fork down and it clanked against the plate as they left the kitchen.

“When did it get this late? We weren’t running this late a few minutes ago!”, Deuce said, totally not sounding increasingly panicked.

Yuu was already running up the stairs. “Dude I’m not even dressed yet! Dammit!”

“You better hurry!”, Deuce said as he ran into the bathroom, not waiting for an answer.

Yuu got to the top of the stairs and was about to run to their room when they suddenly thought of something. Turning and running back to the rail, the yelled: “Don’t let Ace eat the rest of my omelet!”, then turned on their heel and hauled ass to their room.

Slamming the door behind them, Yuu opens their dresser drawer and tries to shimmy their way out of their pajama sweatpants at the same time, feeling around their clothes for something half way decent. Picking out a pair of fading green cargo pants and a dark blue sweater that Yuu was about ninety-nine percent sure was Deuces and finally got dressed.

Yuu pulled the end of the sweater the rest of the way over their stomach and paused. They take a deep breath and examines the tattered ends of the sweater sleeves and the various safety pins that were pinned into the fabric, all with a lingering scent of pine.

Yuu really. Had to stop doing this to themselves.

Rushing back downstairs and quickly moving towards the now empty bathroom, Yuu catches a quick glimpse into the living room. Ace was standing with his arms crossed, keys in hand, listening judgmentally to Deuce as he tried to explain why they weren’t ready yet. Ace shifts his weight from one leg to the other in impatience, and then he looks up. His and Yuus’ eyes meet for a single second before Yuu rounds around the corner and opens the bathroom door.

“yo hurry up! We got places to be!”, Ace shouts from the living room, annoyance clear in his tone.

“I know, I know! Shut up!”, they were already rushing around and stressed as it was, and Aces’ heckling wasn’t helping.

They rummaged through the drawer under the bathroom sink that they kept their (and everyone else’s) toothbrush in. When they finally caught onto it they took it out and just. Stared at it.

They didn’t have time for this. Yuu threw the toothbrush back in the drawer and grabbed the mouthwash, filling up the cap and swishing it around in their mouth.

It was better than nothing! They’d steal a piece of gum from Aces’ car for an extra measure. Maybe they’ll even actually floss tonight to make up for it. Trey would be so proud!

They leaned down to spit, and almost choked as they saw something flash in the mirror.

Yuu snapped their head back to their reflection, a bit of drool drippling down their chin as they watched the mirror in front of them.

“…”

It wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world for someone to see something in the corner of their eye, especially Yuu, especially in this house. Sometimes they’d see a shadow or a silhouette that would disappear as soon as they turned to look. They’d hear strange laughter at night and try to convince themselves it was just the wind, or a product of living in an old (breaking down) house as Grim cuddled closer to them. Sometimes things would wind up missing only to be returned a few days later. Sometimes Grim would growl at nothing. Grim growled at nothing a lot actually… Especially mirrors.

…Grim really hated mirrors.

“…”

Knock Knock Knock

“Yuu? Yuuuu?”

Yuu blinked and shook their head. Seeing nothing in the mirror but their own disheveled appearance and crazed looking eyes. They sighed and grabbed the big water bottle on the sink, pouring it into a smaller cup right next to it and finally rinsing out the lingering mouthwash as they once again wished for running water. They grabbed a towel from the rack and looked at themselves in the mirror again.

They were going fucking crazy.

Knock Knock

“Yuuuuu? Are you taking a shit? Please don’t be! We gotta go!”, Goddammit Ace.

Yuu rolled their eyes and wiped their face, listening to Ace whine outside the door and trying not to crack a smile at some of the things he said. Yuu roughly grips the door handle and slams it open, pushing Ace back behind it and making him slam into a wall, which he winces at.

Yuu laughs at his misery like the good friend they are before reaching for his hand and dragging him towards the front door, where Deuce is waiting not patiently. They hear Ace laugh, his apparent pain short lived.

“sorry”, Yuu giggles out as the three of them walk out to Aces’ car, with Deuce lingering a bit behind looking that he wanted to say something.

“Are you not gonna finish eating?”, oh, that’s what he wanted to say? Ok.

Yuu purses their lips and shakes their head. “Nah. The rest’s for Grim. He can have it”.

Ace straightens up, suddenly interested, “There was an omelet up for grabs? Shit, hold on!”, Ace tries to make a break for it back inside, but Yuu tightened their grip and yanked him back.

“For grim!”, they scold. Much to Aces despair as he dramatically droops in disappointment.

He recovers quickly, however. Shrugging as soon as the dramatic effect runs it course, “whatever. I’ll just buy myself something later… also, don’t worry about it making us late, you’re good”, Ace comforted, returning them to their original conversation.

“Worry a little. School starts in fifteen minutes”, Deuce helpfully adds, and Yuu can hear some part of the peaceful atmosphere crack.

They can get to school in a little under ten, if they were lucky and the traffic was light. But that was unlikely for the morning rush hour. And to add salt to the wounds, their first class was on the other side of the building.

Everyone increased their walking speed a little more. Well, Yuu and Deuce increased their speed, Ace was still pretty much getting dragged.

Yuu lets go of Aces hand as they get in the back seat, Ace getting behind the wheel and Deuce riding shotgun. Their standard arrangement. The engine rumbled to life as Ace turned the key and pulled out from beside the tree where he was parked, going down the driveway and through the unlocked gate. Yuu wasn’t worried. The only person who they could think would break into a house in shambles, besides maybe a crackhead, was that one guy with who liked to wear horns on his head, but he was a dear friend.

Yuu thinks he was a dear friend at least. They still don’t know his name, and he had been weirdly sad when they asked, but he also laughed at them when they asked if the horns were a costume. So, Yuu thinks he was just a weird guy. A fun guy! But weird nonetheless.

They drove in anxious silence for a few minutes, Ace trying his best to weave in and out of traffic and take as many shortcuts as possible, before he finally broke the silence.

“I still think we should just skip first period and go hang out somewhere else”, when the hell did he ever say that?

“I already told you! We can’t miss first period today!”, Deuce yelled, weirdly set on getting to class on time today.

Yuu looked out the window and watched the sun finish rising and the undercaffeinated masses go to their jobs, figuring that whatever sparked this conversation happened while they were upstairs or in the bathroom, and not really paying attention.

“Why? You skip at least a class like every other day! Why is today any different?”, Ace has a point, but deuce looks like he’s about to start yelling at him. Oh Great.

Then he just looks surprised, and just stares at Ace for a second before continuing, “I… Ace. We have a chemistry test today. You know that right?”

“what.”, Yuus head snaps to Deuce. Distantly, they heard what remained of the previously cracked peaceful atmosphere completely shatter.

“… oh fuck”. Damn. Yuu didn’t know Aces eyes could get that big. You learn something new everyday!

“You both forgot? I’m the one who remembered?”, Deuce sounded like even the suggestion was impossible, which was fair enough. Up until this moment, they’d all figured it was.

“oh my God”, yuu leaned forward in their seat and put their face in their hands.

“we’re fucked”, Ace sounded panicked.

“What is it even on?”, Yuu looked at Deuce, equally as panicked.

“….”

Ace raised in eyebrow in his direction.

“…uhhh”, oh God bless him. Deuce. You perfect idiot.

Yuu smacks their forehead and rubs their eyes, trading a look with Ace in the rear-view mirror as Deuce flushes, “We’re fucked”.

Ace nods back with an air of finality, swerving around yet another slow car, “We’re fucked”.

---

Deuce barrels in through the classroom door with about thirty seconds to spare, making everyone in said room either sleepily perk up or snap to attention. Deuce, however, doesn’t notice this, as he is instantly running back out the door after noticing his two hussies are not, in fact, at his side. Fear not though, for he comes back in the room, just as dramatic as before, but this time with a panting Ace and an even heavier panting Yuu. Someone should probably check on them because they look like they’re about to kneel over.

Mr Crewel looks at them in a type of annoyance that is only brought out by being tested by overactive and irresponsible teenagers first thing in the morning. He snaps the ruler into his palm as the bell rings. It’s a jarring sound, serving only to piss Crewel off more, something that quickly becomes apparent by his sharp tone, “Ace, Deuce, Yuu. Detention”.

Yuu groans, the urge to actually flop down to the tiled floor like a worthless fish only growing stronger- and oh! Oh, there they go! On the floor and still panting! Good for them, Good for them! Bad for Ace though, he is having a really tough time trying to pick them back up, not used to the whole dead weight act Yuu is putting on.

Ace, finally just deciding to let Yuu live out their corpse fantasy act and letting them fall back to the ground with a thud, finally looks back at his teacher to question the injustice of it all, “what? We’re not late! We were in here before the bell rang!”

Deuce furrows his brows just behind Ace, and mutters under his breath, “I can’t go today, I have track…”

And Ace, much louder and with his hand on his hips, declared, “yeah, and I have practice!”

Yuu looked at the ceiling with a dead eyed stare, their breathing finally leveling out as they tried to think of their own responsibilities, “… I have a cat”

Crewel glared snapped the ruler into his hand once again and Yuu wonders how thick the callouses on his hand are because that one actually sounded like it hurt, “looks like you’re all going to have to miss it then. How disappointing. Detention.”, and he turns around with a final weird look to Yuu, looking elegant but everyone could feel the general air of mania around him. Mr Crewel was very clearly not willing to tolerate bullshit today. Maybe his dogs are sick or something…

Yuu speed walks to the back of the classroom where their desk was, perking up with relief at the sight of their desk partner, Silver, who was going absolutely ham on that coffee. Sitting down, they look to their fellow victims. Deuce was trying to explain his newfound sentence to Jack, who looked so disappointed it hurt Yuus’ feelings. Ace was sitting next to Ruggie, who Yuu shared a nod with before turning back to Silver, who was slow blinking up at them like a cat.

“good morning…”

“morning” Yuu absentmindedly played with the sleeve of their borrowed shirt before remembering something, “oh yeah”, they perked up, tugging on Silvers sleeves, “did you know Sebek has a sword in his locker?”

Silver looked vaguely surprised. Vaguely. “no…but it’s good to be prepared. I should probably bring mine… I need to ask father…”, he trailed off, rubbing his eyes and pulling out a strand of hair that had somehow gotten into his mouth. Casual. Like what he said was the most normal thing ever stated…

Yuu leaned over just enough to read Silvers coffee order, and the five extra shots of expresso.

Yuu sat back up.

Then immediately leaned back over. Yep! Five shots of espresso! Shit.

Crewel snapped his ruler and somehow Yuu knew he was looking straight at them, which was confirmed as they straightened up and looked to the front of the room where the teacher stood with a stack of paper in his hand.

“…when you get your test (“shit” “shut up Ace”) keep it flipped on the back side. You will all start at the same time. Do not flip it over until I say so”, and with one last glare, he began passing out everyone’s death sentence.

You could feel the tension in the room slowly rise, especially as Yuu saw Deuces panicked expression. Ace looked at them with what can only be described as a final goodbye at the gallows before they were both hung.

“you have forty-five minutes. Begin”, and with that, their fates were sealed.

Yuu flipped over their test, fully expecting to face nothing less than their impending doom, only to relax as they recognized the topic. It was just a recap of all the experiments they’d done so far, along with a few question on how to handle certain materials.

Yuu looked up, Ace was already writing something down, looking relieved. Deuce on the other hand, had gone completely pale, and was just squinting at his paper, like the words would change if he just stared at them hard enough.

Good luck buddy! Yuu can already tell he was gonna need it!

Yuu had always worked fast. They didn’t have a lot going for them in terms of money or resources, but their memory had always been their trump card. So it was no real surprise to them that they had finished in about thirty minutes. They smiled to themselves with a smug satisfaction as they looked over to Ace, who was now dramatically blinking at a certain question towards the end, and to Deuce, who was still panicking but trying to bullshit his way through the questions.

They yawned, and blinked sleepily, looking to their side as Silver yawned in response, Silver looked like he was fighting hard to stay awake. The completely quiet classroom clearly not helping.

Yuu tapped their fingers against the desk. Not knowing what to do now that they’ve finished. Yuu already knew they didn’t have a book in their bag, speaking of which, they should probably return all their overdue books to the library soon, before the school stops threatening fees and actually delivers one.

Yuu sighed and rested their face on one of their hands, grabbing a pencil and drawing random scribbled on the back of their paper. The scribbles eventually turning into sketches of Grim and random things they could see along the classroom, and a significantly shittier drawing of what looked like three cartoonish ghosts in top hats that made Yuu quietly giggle.

They laid their head down on the table, getting more tired as more time passed, and tried to refine one of the better drawings of Grim. Yuu yawned again, their eyes drooping and their blinks getting longer.

Yuu set down their pencil. This was probably the only time they’d have to nap today, They had to work today and God knows Azul wouldn’t let them take one, even on their break. So, without further ado, Yuu closed their eyes and went to sleep.

Only to be snapped awake by a crop on their desk.

“Yuu? Yuu! Wake up right this instant!”

Yuu grumbled and buried their head further into their folded arms, trying to block out the noise, and ignore the poking of the waistcoat of their uniform.

The crop snapped against their desk once again, this time much closer to their head, and they sat up immediately, any remaining sleepiness leaving their body almost instantly.

Mr Crewel was looking down at them with apprehension, his black and white fur coat making him look much bigger, and more intimidating than he probably actually was. He was tapping his crop against his palm, and Yuu flushed as they realized that their desk was the only one with a piece of paper on it. Everyone else’s tests had been passed up already.

They looked down and muttered an apology, tugging on the sleeves of their blazer and handing their test to Crewel.

He took it, and Yuu looked up to find almost everyone staring at them, most of them blank faced, their friends looking worried, and Ruggie looking at them with pity. His hyena ears twitching as he tries to silently ask if they were ok. Yuu nods, and he nods back, and that was the end of it.

Crewel was still there, and he begun scolding them, “I know you’re probably busy”, Crewel knows exactly how busy they were “but you know I don’t appreciate students sleeping through my lectures.”

Apparently, Crewel had started lecturing after collecting everyone’s tests back. It made since, Crewel had never cared when students fell asleep after a test, or spent the rest of their time sleeping or something after completing a potion, but if you were caught sleeping while he was lecturing? You were done for.

Crewel was still talking, still scolding them, and Yuu could only be grateful that he liked them enough to do it calmly.

Yuu could see Grim right next to them, looking embarrassed, like he was the one being scolded simply because of association. Yuus eyes were getting heavier though, and their body was getting warm.

They could distantly hear Crewel’s voice getting louder, and his crop snap against their desk again, but they couldn’t hear, or they just couldn’t care to hear.

They felt Grim tug on their sleeve, and felt themself start to lean over, and they braced themselves for the pain that would come with slamming their head down on their desk.

Only to be snapped awake by a ruler on their desk.

“Yuu? Yuu! Wake up right this instant!”

And they were up, disoriented and confused.

Mr Crewel was looking down at them again, the same apprehension on his face as he tapped his ruler against his hand. He wasn’t wearing a fur coat, and Yuu could feel paper under their fingertips. They still had their test.

“I know you’re probably busy”, Yuu looked around the room, only to find almost everyone looking at them. Ruggie looked at them with pity.

Ruggie was wearing a beanie. He didn’t have hyena ears.

“but you know I don’t appreciate students sleeping through my lectures.”, Yuu looked to their side. Grim wasn’t there. Why would Grim be there? Silver was staring at them, his eyes were half asleep and dropping, just like always.

Yuu tugged at their sleeves. Their sweater sleeves. They were wearing a sweater, not a waist coat or a blazer, Yuu didn’t even own either pieces of clothing, they were wearing Deuces sweater.

Crewel was still scolding them. Yuu didn’t care to hear what he was saying, even as he snatched the test off their desk and walked away.

They didn’t fall asleep again.

---

Ace walked slowly to his next class. Shifting his hands in and out of his jacket pockets and fiddling with his necklace. He sighed.

The class itself was… fine? Not that hard, more boring than anything, but fine. It was who was in the class that he really didn’t want to see.

He reached the door and opened it, his girlfriend, Emilia, perking up and giving him a small smile, which he returned.

They had been dating a few months at this point, and Ace could honestly say he was getting bored. It was harsh, but true. He and Emilia had barely been acquaintances when she had asked him out. He said yes without much though, she was cute enough, and reasonably sweet, but that was it. She was just nice, a pushover, really. She never talked about any friends or complained about any family, she didn’t talk about hobbies, probably because she didn’t have any, no interest in music, no classes that she liked or didn’t like more than the others, she didn’t play sports, she wasn’t in any clubs, and she hardly ever picked any of their date spots.

It was like dating a wall, is what Ace is trying to say. But it was his wall nonetheless, so he sat down next to her and kissed her, and she giggled and kissed him back.

“So! How have you been?”, she asked, in a voice that went higher in pitch the more she talked.

Ace groaned, “My friends didn’t wake up in time and almost made us late. We got here in time but we got a detention anyway because the teacher had a massive stick up his-“,Ace was cut off as the bell rang. Which was probably for the best to be honest. Emilia looked at him with pursed lips, like his answer was somehow wrong. How? He didn’t know.

“Well, my morning was good.”

“Nothing exciting happen?”, He already knew the answer to this, but he asked anyway.

“No”, yep, knew it.

“are you doing anything later today?”, Ace regrated his question as soon as it left his mouth.

Emilia straightened up and looked at him with a smile, “No. Why? Do you want to take me somewhere?”

Ace smiled apologetically, “No, I’m sorry, I can’t. Detention remember?”, he tried to say this as gently as he could. Did he feel a little bit like shit for trying to find every excuse he could not to be with her? Yeah, but he genuinely dreaded seeing her each day. He could probably make it work, somehow, he just needed to find something they both liked, something they could both have fun with. He really needed to stop avoiding her though, or that wasn’t going to work.

Ace took Emilias hand in his, playing with her fingers the way that Yuu would always play with his and Deuces when they were zoned out, and said, “I’ll figure something out soon, ok? We can hang out together or go on a date soon. Where do you want to go?”

She smiled a, bit disappointed but didn’t seem to take it to heart. “I don’t know, where do you want to go”, and just like Ace knew where this conversation was headed.

“I chose last time. Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t really care where”, please, make a decision Emilia.

Ace took a deep breath, ok.

“Are there any restaurants you want to go to?”

“Eh, not really.”

“Any movies you want to see? I can take you to a drive in?”

“I don’t really like movies”, you don’t really like anything it seems.

“Do you want to go to an arcade? Or see a concert? Tickets are a little expensive and I don’t know who’s in town but I’m sure I could find-”

“I don’t really listen to a lot of music…”

Ace was starting to remember why avoided her so much in the first place.

“What do you want to do then?”

“Oh, I don’t care what we do!”

“Ok, then do you just want to hang out? We can go to my house?”

She shrugged, “Eh.”

“…”

Ace looked at the clock on the wall, and then at the teacher, who only now looked like he was actually ready to start teaching and sighed.

Ace took a deep breath.

He was going to finish his classes, go to basketball practice (he was NOT going to detention, fuck that), and then he was going to drive Yuu to work and then crash at Deuces house for the night. He’ll drag Yuu there too, but he was not gonna be home to answer the phone and have another call that inevitably lead to awkward silence and on the brink of a fight. Ace would stop avoiding her eventually, but not today.

Today was for being sent on errands with Deuce by Mama Spade (a name affectionately given by Yuu) and playing card games with his friends and run the risk of getting ganged up on if they catch him cheating. Ace smiled to himself as the teacher finally started talking, content with his new plans for the day.

He and Emilia didn’t talk for the rest of the period.

---

“Where the hell is Ace?”, Yuu was tired as they leaned back in their seat, stretching and popping their back as they pretended they couldn’t see Deuces horrified expression at the noise. Honestly, Yuu looked a bit scared at the noise themselves, which made sense considering it sounded like dry rice being thrown around in a cold wok but that was besides the point.

When deuce had recovered, he sighed and said, “probably basketball… either that or he went home”.

Yuu sat up and looked straight at him, and Deuce began to regret his statement when he saw how mad his friend was. Their anger didn’t seem to be directed at him though, so he wasn’t running for the hills or anything, just sweating. “He better not. He’s still gotta drive me to work! I’ll be late if I walk today!” oh, that was the problem.

“can’t you just call in again?”, Deuce weakly suggested.

Yuu gave him an unimpressed stare, before dramatically gesturing around the classroom, trying to make a point of the lack of landline inside a classroom, “do you see any phones in here?”

“Ah.” Well, Deuce just felt stupid now.

They kept his gaze for another second or so, before leaning back and sighing a sad little sigh that made Deuce regret this entire conversation. “Besides, Azul would have my head if I called in two days in a row for no reason. I’m lucky enough that he let it slide once! Anyone else would’ve been fired! Or at least threatened.”

“Trust me I know”, Deuce muttered.

Yuu snorts. “Yeah, I know you know.”, their tone turned teasing and Deuce gripped to edge of his desk, “But Deuce”, they spoke slowly, and he gripped the desk harder. Did he know why he liked hearing his name in that tone so much? Nope! But Yuu wasn’t Ace so he guessed it had something to do with that. “Didn’t you get fired for trying to fight a customer?”, and just like that the atmosphere flipped.

“Hey! That guy tried to fight me!”, Deuce stammered.

Yuu let out a teasing “Mhm”, still staring at him.

“And you know that I never wanted to work there in the first place! Bastard blackmailed me…” Deuce defended himself before trailing off.

“Ay, Ay, easy! That my bastard that blackmailed you!”, Yuu giggled, and Deuce didn’t know what to think about that.

“…”

He door makes a click sound and swings open, making Yuu jump, and in walks Ace, looking pissed off, with a flush on his cheeks and slightly sweaty. His beloved varsity jacket was tied around his waist and over he looked like he had just been at the gym. Deuce followed a bead of sweat cascade down his throat. He didn’t even really acknowledge the teacher that walked in behind Ace.

He stomped over to the desk between him and Yuu and roughly pulled out the chair before sitting down, seemingly trying to make a show of how pissed he was.

Yuu was unaffected.

“And where have you been?”, they asked with that same smooth, teasing tone that they had had just a minute ago.

“Oh shut up!... Basketball.” Ace looks down.

Deuce snorts. Looks like he was right about that. Ace glared at him but didn’t say anything.

“Alright! All of you stop it and sit down! This is going to be a long afternoon for all of us…”, the teacher, Deuce didn’t recognize the guy, thumped down behind his own desk and started shuffling through the drawers for, whatever he was looking for. Deuce eyed Yuu as they took out a piece of paper and a pen, and realization struck him when they wrote something down and then passed both to Ace.

Eventually, the paper and pen come to him, and he quickly reads through the existing messages.

Did you seriously think you could just skip? – Y

Like you haven’t done the exact same thing? – A

Oh I have! But I’m not a student ;) – Y

And they weren’t a student. Not technically. Deuce always forgets that. Yuu had started working here as a janitor, probably back when they first started sticking it out on the streets. They were young though, a few months younger than Deuce himself in fact, so teachers mistook them for a student enough times, that when Yuu actually started following him and Ace to their classes, no one had said a thing. He didn’t know if anyone had noticed and just not said anything yet, but Yuu was still here. And as far as Deuce was concerned? That was all that mattered.

Deuce went back to reading the note. Frowning at the last addition.

Well lucky you then huh – A

Aww I thought you guys liked me here with you? :( - Y

Deuce quickly wrote back and passed it to Yuu, who smiled but said nothing, and passed it to Ace. Ace wrote something down, folded the paper, and just threw it at him.

We do! don’t worry ace is just stupid – D

Why do you always have to take their side? Come on juice! We’re friends too! – A

Deuce felt his annoyance surge once again, and quickly jot down his reply before throwing the paper back. After Ace was finished writing, he saw Yuu reach over and grab the paper from Aces hand before he could throw it.

Then the teacher looked up and Yuu had to quickly fold their arms and tuck the piece of paper under them in an effort to hide them. The teacher stared at all three of them, one by one, before shaking his head and returned to reading his book- oh look he had a book.

Ace mouthed a “He know” to him. He didn’t have any time to reply or roll his eye before Yuu was gently placing the folded paper on the edge of his desk.

How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that - D

I have no idea what you’re talking about – A

Deuce, didn’t you have track? Haven’t you missing too much lately? – Y

Deuce smiled. Yuu was so nice.

Yeah jack was disappointed – D

Ace reached over and snatch the paper from Yuus hand when he handed it back.

Oh my God you sound like his mom – A

Mama spade is a nice lady! – Y

Something in his chest just felt like it fluttered. Was that healthy? He should go to a doctor? Did his mom have enough money for him to go to the doctor?

She’d like hearing that you like her that much – D

The paper was back to Ace, then Yuu, then him.

I mean. It would be hard not to. She makes really good food. Oh yeah, can me and Yuu crash tonight?”- A

When did I say I want to go? – Y

Deuce frowned, writing slower than usual, a bit disappointed. Who was going to keep Ace from eating all his snacks and calling him “juice” then?

You don’t want to? – D

Back to Ace.

You look like you’re about to cry oh my gosh – A

Shut up Ace – D

Back to Yuu.

Can I bring Grim? – Y

Deuce thought for a moment. He liked Grim enough. He thinks? It was funny the way that the cat hated Ace and everything Ace stood for.

Of course – D

…I forgot about that fucking cat – A

Suck it – Y

Deuce smiled.

“Ok. Put the note away”, Yuu jumped again. Ace gave them a look. “- Yes, I see you! Put it away or give it to me”.

Nobody moved. And they sat in silence the rest of the detention period, trying to play bad charades to continue their conversation while the teacher pretended that he couldn’t see them embarrassing themselves.

Deuce found himself smiling. Not the worst detention he’s ever been to.

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