ibispaint users and twst fans!! does anyone have good brushes for replicating the style? i’ve been using a plain solid one, but it’s not as smooth as i’d like… any help/tips appreciated
This youtube video by mayelenym should be helpful to you.
They don't use ibis paint but the brushes look similar enough to the default ones to be useful to you. And they go into indepth detail about the art style.
（ yandere dating sim! twisted wonderland x reader ) part one. part two here
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬, you awake in the otome game ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right?
It’s been quite a while since your transmigration, and honestly, things have been going smoothly. You always wake up in Scarabia, take a leisurely stroll through Main Street and watch Yuu — the protagonist of said Otome game — be flanked by a bickering yet endearing trio of Ace, Deuce and Grim. Their voices reverberate in your head as you take your classes, their efforts to subtly woo the Ramshackle Prefect simply background noise as you head to class, heedless yet aware all the same. It’s a little bland, but it’s no biggie. You have no friends, no social life, no nothing — but the ends justify the means, so you persist.
Uh-oh! Your plans go awry right in the midst of your semester when the headmage insists you all opt for joining a club. You want to lay low, but your grade depends on your extracurricular activities, so poor little you has to drag yourself out of your spot by a random, murky tree and comply. In the distance, you hear Yuu pick the basketball club, ever so happy with their ragtag bunch of companions.
As the twisted breeze whistles past your face, you find yourself at a stalemate: wavering between the clubs labeled film studies and mountain lovers; the only clubs having a single member. You vacillate between Vil and Jade; and from what you can remember, neither of them are much fun. Though it’s clear you don’t have to exert yourself over it much longer, because when a random boy bumps by you, ink blots and smudges out the ways of the mountains, already deciding your fate for you.
The meeting spot is somewhere behind somewhere, you keep your head down all the while, even as the silence flourishes into thickness, even as the man of your nightmares sits silently at the far end and grins that cathedral of sharp teeth, just shy of crushing your spirit.
“A member?” Suave as he is, you don’t miss the glister of disappointment in his eyes (expecting someone else, someone named Yuu). Jade is far prettier in person, but you don’t dwell on it for long. “How unexpected.”
He does not deign to ask your name, a reason for gratitude, and so your woebegone, mundane routine continues. You find his composed and charming exterior belies his passion for mushrooms beneath, and it becomes a habit of yours to put an end to him prating before he’s left unchecked forevermore. He rewards you with a cool chuckle, streaks of noctilucent teal slanting along with the tilt of his head. It’s all rehearsed, isn’t it? Jade, even when he acknowledges you, couldn’t be any more robotic.
“During my usual trek,” Jade explains, lashes dipping towards a pale cluster of such umbrella-shaped bodies. “I happened to come across these earlier. You’ll find they grow in peculiar places.”
“Everything here grows in peculiar places,” The forest scent floods your nose as you breathe in. “That’s kind of the brand.”
Jade’s smile does not falter. “How delightfully pragmatic.”
You reach out and poke one of the mushrooms. It yields under your finger, the texture oh-so real, even as it springs back. Vaguely recalling a bad ending recalling spores, you add: “Don’t eat that.”
“I hadn’t intended to,” he replies, and you don’t miss the flicker of surprise coursing through his mismatched gaze. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the reaction was authentic. “Though I appreciate your concern.”
“It’s not concern,” You turn away, and Jade’s stare scorches the fabric of your clothes. Moisture-laden grass squelches beneath the accidentally aggressive tempo of your boots, and you hope he doesn’t store the sound away as emotion. “If you die, I have to find a new club.”
When your ears crane for the sound of his approaching footsteps, you get a soft chuckle in its stead.
“How reassuring. I shall endeavor to remain alive, then.”
And to think he still doesn’t know your name.
That’s how your days go, and that’s all they’ll be limited to. On Tuesday, you take a tour of Main Street again, and find the eel inexorably staring at the visage of the prefect, so vehemently absorbed in his thoughts as they chatter off to someone faceless. You move, and Jade does not, staying true to the script. You almost feel bad, until the bell rings and you’re forced to take another lesson of flight, listening to Vargas yammer and run his mouth. Strangely so, even the teacher is not privy to your name. How delightfully pragmatic. In turn, you find yourself foraking your duties to Jade’s mushroom lineage.
“Evading your club activities?” You flinch awake from your near nap, head lolling to the side. The familiar voice somehow chimes in even as you sink into the shadows. Jade must be passing by, you think, there’s no other reason he’d willingly approach you. “Dare I ask, are you perhaps displeased with me?”
“Nah.” You quirk a brow at him. Displeased? Of what? “Just needed a break.”
“Ah.” The corners of his lips unravel to reveal that pointy smile you hate. “That certainly eases my worries.”
Standing up, you shrug off your drowsiness. But just as you move — snip — your foot catches on the edge of the bench, and you’re sent headfirst into the ground.
“Careful,”
A firm hold seizes your arm. Bleary-eyed, you blink up at Jade in a daze, the sunlight pooling over the panes of his complexion. “I would hate for my only club member to injure themselves.”
“Your only club member would hate that too.”
A small incline of his head.
“How fortunate we are in our alignment.”
He releases you, the pressure ebbs away as his tall stature’s reduced to a tiny little speck in your vision.
On Wednesday, you willingly skip out on the club meeting and decide to hone your flight skills once more. You catch sight of the prefect sauntering off elsewhere, and trailing after them is one more anomaly. Surprisingly so, Jade does not approach you again, a confirmation that he had not indeed sought after you yesterday. It was more so a twist of fate, and you wonder if he’s already occupied in seeking the prefect out.
Nevertheless, you digress. You abide by your flight class regulations. Until, well... something bonks you over the head and you get a concussion.
“Ah—! Wait, wait, are you okay?!”
There’s a face above you now, bright and frantic and entirely too close. Sunlight halos his warm visage, and the red pools cast your own likeness back at you.
“I didn’t see you! You just kind of— appeared— no, that sounds like I’m blaming you, I’m not blaming you— are you hurt?!”
You blink once, wondering if you should offer formalities to your housewarden.
“…You hit me with a broom.”
“Yes! No— I mean— I did, but not on purpose!”
“…That doesn’t make it better.”
“I know!! I’m sorry!”
You soothe his worries, and he seems ever so desperate to call for Jamil and seek the aid of someone more well-versed in... well, whatever this is. He doesn’t know what to do, you tell yourself, and somehow, that’s how you find yourself back at Scarabia as Kalim accompanies you to the building, fussing over you and the growing bruise on your temple.
Kalim hands you tea, atypical of him even in the absence of his other companion. The padded seats have you all warm and comfortable, and soon enough, you find yourself lost in a one-sided conversation entirely (deprived of something as normal as this for a long, long time).
“You look kind of familiar,” He smiles and your shoulders loosen. “Have we met before?”
“You’re my housewarden.”
“Ohh! That’s why!” The touch of happiness is not scrubbed off his face, even at the tip of your bluntness. It’s a pretty smile, you think.
“Yup..”
“Yes!” He mimics. “I’m Kalim Al-Asim! Oh— wait, I should’ve started with that, sorry— what’s your name?”
You freeze.
A simple, harmless, entirely normal question, yet you find yourself prodding for its reason all the more.
“…Why?”
He blinks.
“Why…? Because I just hit you with a broom.”
“That’s not usually when people ask.”
“Well, I feel like I should know who I’m apologizing to! That’s just polite!”
For once, a smile graces your lips and you give him your name. He reciprocates your ... measly enthusiasm and invites you to a plethora of parties (forgetting you’re already a Scarabia resident)
yan!dating sim twst x reader. inexplicably, you awake in the dating sim ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right? 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. previous part here.
♡ “I’ve noticed you’ve made a habit of traipsing around these halls. A Thaumark for your thoughts?”
“Jade, get the hell off my table.”
♡ Ack! For all your denial, you are no stranger to your inevitable future. Fatalism, fatalism, fatalism. You’ve met Yuu - their wide-eyed, lovelorn visage - and that only entails bad, bad consequences — so you gather your thoughts and get to work immediately. Which.. proves to be one difficult task indeed. You can't just drop out of Night Raven and dip forever. You've no parents, no actual identity accompanying your name, nothing. So, you make do with one thing: the odd jobs around campus.. Which also prove to be a difficult task, because for one, there's actually a reason why Vil calls you spud.
♡ You start with the people you're well-acquainted with. Dropping off packages, trying to clean some stuff up, but much to your chagrin — there is one garnet-eyed boy who won’t let you go so easily. Kalim has a penchant for making 2-minute tasks lengthen out into 5-hour hangout sessions, and in truth, most of your income stems from him as well. As a Scarabia resident, you've more chance encountering him. And Jamil, in the stead of your previous devastatingly vague conversaton, is clad in a forever stillness. Like a snake, like a true viper, whatever metaphor you’d like to pin to his name , it’s true he does not trust you one bit.
Gloves brush wood as Jade shifts, mulling your work over his tongue. “My, how cold. And after I went through the trouble of finding you such… plentiful work opportunities.”
You look up, squinting. The eel smiles - surprisingly, a flash of white - sly, sly thing that could be framed and hung in a museum titled Nothing Is Wrong Here. “Explain."
“Why, merely that you’ve been quite busy as of late. I thought I might… assist.”
Assist, because clearly, your life needed more interference. You turn back to your work, sifting through papers and to do-lists. Much to your dismay, the people at Night Raven latch onto profitable kindness quite viciously. “Yeah, well, don’t.”
“I can’t help but feel it’s a shame. When there are far more… comfortable arrangements available to you.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“My poor, poor heart.”
Unease prods at you once more. Jade’s presence thickening, shrouding your esophagus with an intensity just shy of crushing it raw. You shift on the chair, turning so you don’t face the male, legs pressed together in an endeavour of making yourself seem smaller in his mismatched focal point.
But he notices in an instant.
“Is something the matter?” He eyes you, before letting his head dip inquisitively. “..Dare I assume, are you mad at me?”
Lest you respond too quickly - against his liking - the weight lifts itself off your table, and in true eel fashion, he slinks and slants behind you just as quickly.You swear you feel an irked muscle pop in your jaw when you realize you’re completely caged — one hand braced against the back of your chair, the other idly toying with a loose sheet of paper you’d been sorting. His smile hasn’t changed, but it’s closer now.
“Ah,” Jade hums, voice dipping lower, nearer your ear than you’d like. “So I was correct, you’re avoiding me.”
You stiffen, a newfound aridity scouring your throat. “No, I’m just busy, ’s all.”
“Yes,” he agrees easily, as if the word itself amuses him. “So I’ve observed, and yet, you seem to have time for everyone else. I am your Club Leader, after all.”
The paper slips from his fingers, fluttering uselessly back onto the pile you’d been trying to organize for the past fifteen minutes. Knuckling at your lids, you sigh. “Look, Jade. I don’t have time for whatever this is. I’ve got deliveries to finish, and if I don’t—”
“You’ll what?” he asks gently, luxuriating in your falter. “You’ll fall behind? Lose your footing? Fade back into obscurity? So many choices.”
“I’ll get broke and die, then you’ll have to pry my deliveries right out of my cold, dead hands.”
Silence ensues.
But it doesn’t take much longer for that smile to quirk and coil around your words. He straightens, and his hand moves towards your wrist, a touch so light you almost don’t register it.
“Then allow me to be of use.”
♡ Ouch! You smack him right over the head with a loose sheet of paper that, in truth, delivers zero damage, but it’s enough to momentarily catch him off guard. He blinks out of his stupor, and catches you walking out of the Mountain Lovers club, huffing and puffing.
♡ But you don’t make it very far. Right as you open the door, you’re sure your heart drops straight to your stomach.
♡ Blue and red, a spade and a heart linger at the sides of a visage you know all too well. Yuu, previously looking at the plaque above the door, stills when they see.. you. They blink, a list clutched in their hand, and suddenly, they’re spluttering, a warmth, a scorching tide gnawing at their face. You’ve no idea what they’re saying, but holy shit, do you have the most doomed luck in Twisted Wonderland? It’s very obvious they can’t keep their eyes off you.. and with the list in their hands, you’ve an inkling they’re picking out clubs with Ace and Deuce trying to assist them.
♡ What the hell do you do now?
”I..” They breathe, eyeing you up and down. “I... woah.”
Ace groans, and he looks at you with such palpable irritation it’s baffling. “Here we go again. Man, I want to be anywhere but here right now.”
No doubt dragged to this occasion by the Yuu he couldn’t possibly refuse, Deuce remains silent, but his eyes are trained on you, puzzled. He recognizes you, you’re sure. You’ve survived spells, survived Jade, survived academic failure, survived Rook and Vil, and this—this—is what takes you out?
“Uh—hi?” Yuu tries again. The list in their hand crinkles audibly under the pressure of their grip. “You’re— I mean— I saw you earlier— not like saw saw, but— you fell in my lap and.. Um!”
“…you’re blocking my way,” you manage.
Heedless, they chuckle. It’s soft, airy, but at the same time, a little breathless. Like they didn’t expect you to speak at all, let alone that.
“Right. Sorry. I just..” Their gaze drops, then treks upward to your face again, the latter unpleasantly miffed. “.. I’ve been looking for you. I wanted to see you again. You’re just, so, so.. You have a Magicam account right? Give me— may I have your user?”
♡ A product of Yuu’s position as the main character. They probably deem you a random NPC, easily subject to their system’s whims and relationship level boosts. Perhaps they think if they throw in a flirty line or two that’ll get you to fluster and fall to their charm, but luckily, you’re just a brokie. And a spud. And a pup. And a nameless club member. You’re many things at once, but you’re not Yuu’s yes-man.
“Uh-huh. You’re still blocking my way.”
Something befalls Yuu’s gaze, quickly shadowed by another hopeful glint in their irises. Their attention travels somewhere behind you, and that’s, in truth, enough of a tell that an eel is lurking real close.
“Ah. You’ve acquired company.”
”Jade!” Yuu chirps, the aforementioned acknowledging them with a close-eyed nod. Ah, right. Honestly, you think your time here is up. Jade’s head over heels for them, after all. “Oh, wow! How’ve you been? It’s been so, so long since I’ve-”
“Likewise. And.. if I may ask,” Jade opens his eyes. “What brings you here?”
Your lips crimp at that.
Yuu shifts the list in their hands, fingers fidgeting against the edges like it might fly away if they don’t hold it tight enough.
“I was actually—” they start, glancing up at the plaque above the door, then back at you, “—looking into this club.”
…
♡ No. No, absolutely not! This is the only club you deem safe enough. No, no, no. If Yuu enters, that foils all your plans. If Yuu enters, Ace and Deuce too. And if Ace and Deuce enter, then so will all of Yuu’s envious suitors. Jade, you can feel him start to simmer, feel him bend down to Yuu’s demand, feel him rife with joy-
“The Mountain Lovers Club is, regrettably, quite exclusive. I’m afraid you’ll not find an available seat. ”
♡ This is the very first time you’ll admit you could kiss him in gratitude.
Vision skewed and graciously dazed, you peer at the sides of his face --his mien unperturbed. Ace and Deuce blink with you, but only Yuu verbalizes their confusion.
“Oh.” They seem shocked, in disbelief. The stagnant pause ends with a meek: “…Really?”
“Yes.” Jade doesn’t miss a beat. “Our activities require a certain… disposition.. that is to say, endurance and compatibility with the environment.”
“—Yes!” You blurt, softening the blow. “Yes, yes it is! It’s also a.. best-friends only thing, if you know what I mean.”
Deuce, having been quiet all this time, finally speaks. “..Are you sure?” He gestures to the male beside you. “Even he seems shocked you’re best friends.”
♡ Ack! Jade can’t be any more obvious. Pupils dilated, lips slightly ajar, it takes you right back to your proclamation of being best friends. With a surreptitious nudge to his elbow, you bring him right back into reality, and he quickly masks his shock with an air of contentment.
”...Yes, you heard them correctly.”
Yuu, however, just blinks again, visibly deflating. “Oh… I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“It isn’t,” Ace mutters under his breath.
They all watch as Jade steps closer. His gloved hand lifts, and before you can even process it all, positions itself upon your shoulder. And before he can process it, you sling an arm around his and reel him right back in, cracking a very wobbly grin. Oh! From this proximity, you think you can feel the tempo of a heart beating oh-so viciously, but you clear your throat and play the part. This is not looking so good.
“Oh?” he blinks, close to your face, slanting down to match your level. “..I wasn’t aware we’d reached such prestigious heights.”
You tighten your grip. “We have. We totally have.”
“Hm. Then I must apologize,” he says lightly, turning his attention back to the trio. “It seems I’ve been a rather inattentive friend.”
Ace squints. “You don’t even sound convincing.”
“I assure you, I am nothing if not sincere.”
“Cap.”
Deuce, still frowning, crosses his arms. “If you’re really best friends, then it shouldn’t be hard to answer a few questions.”
.... Oh, dear.
♡ Turns out, you and Jade, two peas in a pod, know nothing about each other. In truth, he was never your favorite character in the Twisted Hearts series -- and so you’d never pay heed to his personal character tabs, but having to face this reality is humiliating, to say the least... and that is to say, this guy is clueless.
“What’s their name?”
“...Ah.”
“What do you mean by ‘Ah’? Their name is Ah?”
“I was under the impression that such formalities were unnecessary between close companions.”
“Haha, yeah, we’re just, like, on a first-name basis.”
♡ Yuu has a lot of questions to ask.
“What’s their favorite thing about you?”
“Oh..”
”Ah..”
”Er— after you.”
“No, no. I insist. After you.”
“I insist more.”
Ace looks ready to walk into traffic.
“I REALLY like his personality.”
“Do you now?” Jade echoes, the glister in his eyes lifting up his dazed bid at a smile.
“Mhm. You’re so.. eel-like. Heh.”
“…Eel-like.”
“Yeah, like—uh—adaptable? Slippery? Good in social situations?”
“How kind,” he says, once he recovers, eyes glinting. “Then I suppose I should return the sentiment.”
Oh no.
“You are,” he begins, looking directly at you now, “remarkably persistent.”
“…That’s not—”
“And quite entertaining,” he continues smoothly. The rest watch the spectacle in both shared puzzlement and horror. “In a way that is… difficult to replicate.”
Your face heats. “That’s also not—”
“And,” he adds, softer now, “surprisingly honest, when it matters.”
♡ Having enough, Ace tells the others to hurry off before you two actually start making out. Yuu, however, follows his remark only with a tentative stride, glancing back at the now intertwined hands of you and the eel. You really are close, huh? It baffled them, up until now, they’d never heard of you.
♡ You.. however.
♡ You’re thinking just how.. profitable keeping Jade Leech around is.
♡ Someone’s been stealing your stuff.
♡ The thought is inevitable just as you make a routine count-down of all your belongings. You’re three numbers down, and you’re beginning to dread everything. (Though, you can’t help but scowl at the thought. Seriously, what good would it do to them to steal a half-chewed pencil, of all things? That freak..)
♡ The suspect is pretty clear to you, but you have an inkling there’s more to this.
♡ In order to dissuade yourself from the very large problem at hand, you tend to your mounting list of customers. In Pomefiore, you’re supposed to drop off a package, no doubt related to cosmetics. In Savanaclaw, something related to workout equipment. In Heartslabyul, you’re supposed to walk someone’s pet.. mouse. You skip over Octavinelle and Jade’s very evident handwriting - (a scheme to catch your presence.) And Scarabia...
♡ Gulp.
“You’re here!!”
Though, you’ve only met Kalim a couple of times, (more so because his gifted pile of adornments was endless), he still has the gall to beam at you like you’ve laid out the desert stars yourself. Hands folding upon yours and bringing you forward, conversely, he watches you shrink into your collar. “You didn’t tell me you were coming today! Jamil—did you know they were coming today?”
“Um.. I live here.”
From somewhere behind him, air whistles through Jamil’s teeth. “No.” His eyes flick to the package in your hands, then swiftly back to your awkward stance.
“You’re here for a delivery,” Jamil says.
“Yeah. I was just gonna—”
“Stay for lunch!”
♡ And thus, today marks the day you’ve sold your soul for food, of all things. Seated and gently trapped, a decade’s worth of food presents itself before you, and the aromas effused gnaw at your senses, tempting. Spices, drinks, whatnot. Kalim keeps piling more onto your plate like he’s trying to win a competition you didn’t agree to join. Though, as much as you feel Jamil’s opposition to you, he isn’t afraid to litter your already dazed mind with a maelstrom of questions. You wonder what it may be, the cause of his vehemence. Maybe because of the injury incident? Maybe because your presence results in greater work for him? Whatever it is, you dabble.
“Try this one! Oh—and this—Jamil made it!”
“Kalim,” Jamil cuts in, voice smooth, “they can serve themselves.”
“They don’t take enough!”
“They won’t starve in the five seconds it takes to decide.” Jamil directs his gaze to you, trying to oh-so vigorously ignore the fact you’re stuffing things into your mouth like you’ve been starved since your birth. It’s quite strange. Here in Scarabia, food is never a scarcity. “You’ve been taking on more work lately.”
You try to play it off. “Just… saving up.”
“For what.”
Your lashes dip. “Just in case.”
Jamil tilts his head slightly. “In case of what.”
God, he doesn’t let anything go, does he?
“In case I need it,” you mutter, poking at your food.
“If you need money, you can just ask me.” Kalim butts in.
They don’t miss the sliver of light - suited to an opportunist - glistering in your irises. You think to yourself for a moment, mulling it over your tongue. Was it really that easy? Had you really been prolonging your misery for nothing? Whirling your head towards Kalim, you hope you don’t come off as too eager. This could be your chance! “...Really? You’d do that?”
Jamil pinches the bridge of his nose. “Kalim, please. You are not funding every person who steps into this dorm.”
“I’m not.. Just them!”
“—But I really, really need it, Ka— Housewarden.” Correcting yourself, pulling a clump of lashes down towards your woebegone gaze and overstretched lips, you extend a faltering hand to the white-haired boy. “I’ve been working so hard lately..” Only for one day, but you twist around the hurdle. “And it’s just not enough.”
Needless to say, his expression melts. As it should, who are you if not committed?
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn't important. But now, I fear I soon may..” You clench your heart over your chest. “Perish.”
Silence stretches around your words, intercepted only by Jamil’s very blunt, accusatory finger.
“You’re eating.” He remarks.
You shove another bite into your mouth. Taste bursts sharp and savoury. “Who’s to say? This could be my last meal.”
“What?” Kalim blinks, horror dawning upon sun-kissed features. “Huh—”
”Yes.”
“Yes. Yes, let’s all acknowledge the very real threat of starvation currently occurring at this table, of all places.”
Your hand stretches a little further toward Kalim, fingers trembling just enough to sell it. “…Please?”
The speed with which he latches onto your hand - warm, buoyant and unabashed - does not catch you off guard. You relish in it, if only for a moment. “Yes! Of course I will! Besides, it’s my duty as your housewarden to look after you!” White shines in his smile. “Right, Jamil?”
The latter counts down to a number that only exists in his mind. Exhaling, he comes to a standstill. “...Within reason.”
“Yes!” Kalim lights up instantly, squeezing your hand with verve. Your fingers twitch in his grasp when you reciprocate. “See? It’s settled!”
“I knew you’d understand,” you try a smile. “You’re really, really kind. I’m glad to have you as my Housewarden.”
Kalim beams like you’ve handed him the world.
“Of course I am!” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in existence. “And you don’t have to work so hard, you know? You can just come to me!”
Jamil’s eye twitches.
“That’s what I’m concerned about.” You huff a quiet laugh, glancing down at your plate, now ludicrously full, courtesy of Kalim’s earlier enthusiasm. “…It’s not like I hate working.”
That much is true.
“It’s just…” You pause, poking lightly at the edge of your dish. Poisonous spumes of memories; heels, scales, a classroom - make you lodge your lip between your teeth as you forage for the right words. You didn’t hate working. Working had become a part of your routine, you’d worked endlessly to evade, elude and ignore. You just don’t like it when..
“I’d rather not owe anyone anything.”
The words slip out before you can dress them up. Jamil stills at the variation in tone, but Kalim slants his head, thinking over it.
“Oh,” he says softly, and just like that, the energy shifts. “Well,” Kalim continues, thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand without thinking, “then don’t think of it like that.”
You blink. “Like what?”
“Like you owe me,” he says, as if the idea itself is ridiculous. “Think of it like… I’m helping my friend. Yeah, that’s it! You have other friends, right? I’m sure they don’t do all that stuff just to put you in some sort of debt!” At the growing sombre wave over your expression, he gawks. ”You do have other friends, right?”
♡ Right. An heir. Your friend. The two don’t match.
“Yeah!” You blurt before he can offer himself. “Yeah, I have one.. Uh, it’s.. his name is Jade!”
“Jade? Jade Leech?” He stares, before laughing quite heartily. “I know him! Hey, bring him over next time. Oh, I’ll even invite Yuu!”
Imperceptibly - just a tincture of change - you latch onto the pleasant change of thought pooling over Jamil’s unfairly pretty face, like a starving man. He was going to atleast try to mitigate Kalim’s suggestions, but the mere mention of the prefect has him chewing down his words, and when he partially turns his face to the side, the fabric of his hood conceals warmth and a shy-tipped smile.
“..Hm.” His eyes sparkle. “I suppose we can-”
“So,” you shovel three bites into your mouth now. “Where’s my money?”
“...On the condition we exclude you from such occasions.”
♡ Scarabia’s Number One loser turns to the side and wilts, but not before catching the bare of a chuckle whispering through the snake’s teeth.
♡ Ouch! You’ve never dealt with classes amiably, and since then it’s devolved into some sort of a love-hate relationship. You’re not in the wrong here, of course. In your defense, the only thing you know about Astronomy are the zodiac signs. (..Or were they related to astrology? Oh, well, whatever). Animal Languages, Humanities, whatnot, they all are just as unbearable to you as Potionology, and your backbencher self can only retain so much of magical knowledge.
♡ Needless to say, it’s a surprise to hear Professor Crewel start the day with a hint relayed over upcoming exams. You don’t care much about them, you know just enough to pass and stay out of any leaderboard lest you garner unwarranted attention (a plan you're failing at, at the moment). With Vil as your tutor, you think you’ve secured a solid position in the future.. Though, a bit too solid for your liking. You might have to deliberately get a few stuff wrong in order to not be the centre of praise, but just enough to qualify as average and not earn yourself an office tongue-lashing. Haha..
♡ Ah, right. Speaking of Vil, you’ve been granted the luxury of not being his focal point for now. Not so much, atleast. He seems much too preoccupied with the Pomefiore students under his lead, and for once, you’ve some time to yourself.. Hm, actually, you haven't interacted much since he got ahold of you in the classroom. No matter. It’s all tightrope walk, really. Unfortunately, you’re starting to suspect someone’s shaking the rope.
“You’ve been getting better.”
♡ Huh? You pause, pen hovering awkwardly over parchment. The voice beside you is unfamiliar yet not entirely so. Turning slightly, you’re met with the face of—ah. Right. Scarabia Student B. A reliable constant in your classes, someone who exists in that peculiar space of always there, never noticed - much like you.
“…I have?” you reply, qurking a brow.
“Mhm. ” He perks up. “Potionology, especially! You used to look like you were about to pass out.. Sorry, no offense, but did you take Ashengrotto up on one of his offers?”
“None taken.” Your pen dances in the open spaces of your fingers. “Ashengrotto? No.”
“Oh.” He seems confused, much to your dismay. It only invites more conversation. “I figured as much. You don’t seem like the type to.. jump on the bandwagon like everyone else. All my dorm-mates are egging me on to strike a contract with him.”
Our dorm-mates.
♡ Hm. You recall Jade’s previous allusions to you doing the same. Rule Number One: never make a deal, never be in debt.
“Also,” He prods. “Are you okay?”
♡ Oops! In order to placate your rapidly growing heartbeat and the perspiration streaming beneath your clothes, you’ve resorted to chewing at your nails - not realizing how weird that may seem. You can’t blame yourself. You’re just trying to.. prepare yourself for what you’re about to do - it takes will, courage and audacity, for some reason you have all three of those no matter how mild.
♡ You hum noncommittally then gulp nervously, turning back to your notes, though your handwriting grows just a tad bit more jagged... But since you’ve incited conversation, you see how this story goes.
“You’ve also been… around more,” he adds as an afterthought. A sideways glance is all it takes for you to see the glister in his eyes - rendering your pen motionless. You’ve been writing nothing but nonsensical sentences, atleast to his mind, again and again, for the pursuit of I’m busy, let me be. But in actuality, this is all a part of one of the most well-crafted plans you have up your sleeve (one that’s not torn up from the several wildlife you’ve encountered on your hikes). What to do, how to, what-ifs.
♡ What if Scarabia Student B thinks ill of you after seeing the stuff you’re writing? Oh, well. You know beggars can’t be choosers - in the sheer chaos of your life, this is one of the risks you’re going to choose, even if it foils the sole thing you’re living for.
“…Around?”
“Yeah. Scarabia, obviously. But I’ve seen you near Octavinelle too. And Pomefiore! Vil Schoenheit’s tutoring you right? Everyone’s talking about how lucky you are.”
Oh.
Oh, that’s.. That’s really not good, you think. In the stead of a frown, you give a light, airy laugh.
“If you’re trying to get into a different dorm’s good graces,” Scarabia Student B continues, “you should be careful.”
♡ You sink slightly into your seat, exhaling through your nose. So much for subtlety. You’d thought your little job-hopping routine was clever, a way to slip between cracks and stay just out of reach. But cracks, it seems, still run deep.
♡ At the front, Professor Crewel snaps his pointer against the board.
“Eyes forward, pups. Some of you seem far too comfortable drifting.”
♡ When you lean back, you forget one thing: your life is terribly, inevitably, and terminally out of your hands.
“Psst!”
“I’m not giving you the answers, Bucchi.”
♡ Or not. When you mask your words in vitriol, Ruggie Bucchi - your classmate, trying so hard just to cop a look at your notes, though you’re not even in a pop quiz, deflates. Rule Number Two: never give anyone the answer to anything.
Finally! Class zooms by quite swiftly, and when the students stream like little, vexing ants in a disparate gaze, you’re quick to scramble for your belongings and exit. Jade, as always, waits for you at the edge, and upon seeing you near him - practiced hand upon his chest -
♡ Allows his mind to draw a blank.
♡ Huh?
♡ Are you really holding his hand?
The barrier of his gloves may seperate the sensation of fingers entwining, but he’s sure, no, certain you’ve enjoined hands. His gaze dips - to see the spectacle, so thoughtfully, so carelessly, so eagerly slotted against his like it’s always been there.
“I told you not to wait for me,” Your usual grumble sounds loud today. “Whatever. Thank you, though.”
Like it’s natural.
“Jade.” You deadpan. Ah, you really were on a first name basis. “Did you short-circuit? Hellooo?”
”Not at all.” His reply is immediate, and so is the suave upturn of his lips as he regards you. Fully reciprocating your hold, he hums as if he hadn't just pondered over your dynamic in the span of a heartbeat. “I was merely considering something.”
“Yeah, well, consider walking.”
You tug him forward, and he complies, seamlessly weaving in the newfound hubbub of the halls. Students pass, chatter ebbs and flows, yet it all feels even more distant to him now, for the sole reason you still haven’t relinquished your hold. You get weird, inquisitive glances from passerbys, and when you still don’t let your grip slacken, he realizes, all the more entertained, that this is intentional.
“So,” you eye him. “You don’t have anything to do, right?”
“Good, then walk me to my dorm. Actually, no, my room.”
“My, my.. I certainly wasn’t aware we’d grown this close.”
“Don’t you dare.” Whirling around a corner, you narrowly dodge a group of unsuspecting, giggling freshies. They all disperse when they see the eel willingly trail after, hand in hand, Jackpot. You were on the mark with your little analogy. “I’m skipping my remaining classes, ‘is all.”
Jade has a strange, numb, faraway look in his eyes as he talks. If you were any smarter, you’d compare his mental state to a giggling schoolgirl, feet kicking high up in the air and all. “Oh? Even if Vargas will have your head for it?”
“What am I to do?” You grouch, he can never get tired of it, surprisingly. “I have so many jobs I need to pick up. So many deliveries, packages, dorms. My next job..”
“Where might that be?”
“Nowhere near Octavinelle.” You make a face at him. “I’ll have you know your handwriting is very identifiable, you’re not slick.”
A soft laugh escapes him, a lie so gentle it almost feels true. ”Very well, then. I shall behave.”
♡ The journey to the Hall of Mirrors is easy and slow-paced, and in no time are you standing outside your room, bidding Jade adieu, or atleast the form of it you think would max out your stats. Scarabia’s numbers at this time are limited, considering they’re all very big on their grades and whatnot - so that buys you some time to do the unthinkable-
”I must admit-" He drawls on with his usual background yapping..
- the very core of your plan, the one you’ve mentally steeling yourself for, the one you’ve been rehearsing in the mirror for-
“Seeing you take such liberties to-”
♡ The next time Jade opens his eyes, he is sure of one thing. The ephemeral sensation of you coaxing yourself up and pecking his cheek happened, and this time there’s no barrier to try and think otherwise.
Rule Number Three - keep your enemies far away, and Jade closer than ever.
♡ The next time you open your eyes, you’re very sure he just malfunctioned, gloved hand perched upon his cheek incredulously. Blinking, once, twice, doing nothing to remedy the touch -
”You..”
“Anyways,” You shimmy inside before he can get a word in. “See you later.”
The door slams shut in his bleary-eyed, wobbling face.
♡ For the next few days, you’re inclined into believing you just messed up whatever chance you had at salvation...because surprisingly, Jade’s stood. you. up.
♡ Surely, as a fellow second year, he must have as many responsibilities as you, and you surely don’t doubt that bit at all. Mostro Lounge must be another factor, and if Azul's really getting around to those contracts as per Student B’s words, then he must be more packed than ever. Still, you can’t imagine any other universe where you’d get withdrawal symptoms from the fact the eel no longer waits for you after class, nor does he come by to your ever-growing hike sessions. That foils the plan of no-attention, sure, but you sure as hell don’t want to go to Octavinelle just to bring him back, you’d be a fool to. Still, now, things have actually reverted back to the way you wanted them to - with you on your lonesome.
♡ Not entirely on your lonesome, though. Vil is still a hindrance. Sometimes, he does manage to make some time for you, much to your dismay. And when you pivot and bolt away, one French-speaking hunter is always there to mitigate the problem. It’s always embarrassing watching people wonder why a grown student is thrashing around and screaming like a toddler whilst being dragged off by a Vice Housewarden…
♡ Ouch. That sets it. You’ve no clue how to proceed now.
♡ You can easily bypass Scarabia attention by sneaking awày and coming in late, past curfew. Pomefiore is inevitable, and so is Octavinelle, and ultimately, with Crewel’s insistence on you growing a backbone and learning how to actually fare well with academics, you’ve slowly and gradually reached one, final dead end.
A Pomefiore dead end. All your encounters go somewhat like this.
“I take it you’ve learned better than to run from me, spud.” Silky blonde, pale purple wisps and perfume pool in your sight. Vil Schoenheit can see you preparing to run.
Surprisingly, and regretfully, you turn. Even outside of Pomefiore’s halls, he looks like he belongs on a stage rather than a school corridor.
“I wasn’t running.”
“You were given a rare opportunity,” he says, voice lowering. “Do you know how many would beg for the kind of guidance I’ve offered you?”
He doesn’t like you groaning.“ Ughhh.. Fine. I’m lucky, I get it, okay? Now, if you’d just-”
“No, you don’t.”
Before you follow through with your plan and take to your heels, an icy hand grasps your chin, directing your gaze towards an even more vexed one. And despite yourself, a pesky chill dances up your spine — days have passed, and you’ve still yet to overcome the outlandish feeling of discomfort you get from him. With pursed lips do you shrink, but with just a lone tap on them alone, you’re compelled into relaxing them and entertaining Vil’s caprices.
Exhaling softly, he seems almost disappointed, brows sloping. “You’re inconsistent, spud. Your potential fluctuates wildly. One day you perform adequately, the next you sabotage yourself with careless mistakes. Deliberate mediocrity is still a choice, and a poor one.”
When you avert your gaze, the sheer, bona fide pressure of long nails — albeit unintentional — sinks deep enough to incite a hiss from you.
“I’m aware you’re trying not to stand out.. but why,” A tap and your cheeks are practically smushed together. “would that ever be something to strive for?
♡ Oh! Vil doesn’t even know the half of it. How you’re just a background character, how you know wreckage and would do anything not to be part of it, how you’d do anything in your power to just stay away and never be perceived again, how every single line of the script has slowly been crumbling ever since you’d made a flimsy little mistake, how he doesn’t even exist. You could go on and on, but truly, what would he know?
A downturn, a slope of your lips is what you give him instead of an answer, and in return you hear another soft sigh of exhaustion.
“Oh, sevens..” he adds with his voice dipping just slightly, “instead of refining what you’ve been given, you choose to squander it.”
“I’m not squandering anything.”
“Then what would you call it?” he shoots back smoothly. “Intentionally answering incorrectly? Slouching through assignments you are clearly capable of completing? Do you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“...Oh.”
♡ Commences the never-ending loop of Pomefiore halls, stacked deadlines, and a huge bunch of books. It's quite laughable, to say the least, out of all your potential encounters, Vil is truly the only one who makes you uncomfortable enough to consider bolting away
♡ .. though you can never remember why.
♡ “Psst...”
“No.. No.. I.. ” You slur and forget to thank him— whoever that was— for bringing you out of your reverie. Up front, class resumes, Professor Trein talking about something indecipherable. “I added the right ingredients, Vil, I did... ”
A giggle makes you sit up straight. Oh. It’s Ruggie. “Ugh, shut up. I’m not giving you the answer.”
♡ You’re not even sure why the hyena hasn’t gotten the hint yet. Struggle’s part of the hustle?
“Dang,” you feel him slouch just as you underline three unimportant words three times, lips cinched tight into your perpetual grimce. Your eyes are still hazy, mind squirming, but you manage. “You didn’t even hesitate. How’dja know for sure I was gonna ask for the answers? Kind of rude, y’know?”
Head lolling over your shoulders, you don’t spare him a single glance. “That’s all you do.”
“Wow," Ruggie Bucchi, perhaps even more of an opportunist than you - leans back against his chair, clicking his tongue when you point him out for the millionth time today. He’s always had a knack for trying to cop a look at your notes, or at seemingly whatever your hands were occupied with at the moment. In return, he gets nothing, but as established, the struggle is part of the hustle. “That hurts a little, y’know? I thought we had something special.”
Good grief... “No, we don’t. Please NEVER entertain that thought ever again.”
♡ You’re already packing your things up lest he grows a little too curious and deftly snatches them away from you. When the bell rings, you’re already rushing out the door, seamlessly weaving in with the quintessential crowd and letting bodies obscure you from view.
♡ But unfortunately, a grab at your sleeve halts you in your advance. Ack!
“Wait!”
♡ Not Ruggie. Not Jade. Not Kalim... huh? Oh, yeah. You get it now.
♡ Yuu stares at you with tenfold the adoration they once had, lips warming into a bright smile, white showing when you shoot them a questioning glance. Encapsulating your hand fully, they lean forward for you to hear them over the hubbub and you barely make the effort to crane your ears. It’s a fact they can’t read the room. Do you blame them, though? Debatable. It’s inevitable after all that attention and validation. Though.. the way it feels like they were standing right outside your class gives you momentary chills. ( that spot’s taken and you can only handle so much.)
“Sorry,” their grip loosens. “I just— we didn’t get to talk much earlier. You left so early, and Jade..” Teeth nearly mauling their lip, they shrug away the thought. “Nevermind. That isn’t what I came here for!”
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (and you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time (pt2)
WARNING/S: yandere, obsessive behavior
EXTRA:
heh so uhh,,, i lowk rushed ts chapter because I was mad sleepy (i was planning on including more context like how the union is what's literally keeping yn alive: oops spoiler alert) but ehhhh,,, hope ya'll like it tehee, adios
Continuation to being transported into a romance as (Y/N)'s friend
You hadn't signed up for this nonsense. You were perfectly fine being a background character, enjoying peaceful days and countless benefits as a consequence to (Y/N)'s luxury trickling all the way down to you.
Sure, some days were awkward: it was hard to focus on your latest report when the billionaire CEO would growl and tug at his shirt, trying to intimidate his love rival for openly flirting with (Y/N). You could barely hold back your grimace whenever you had to lead presentations and discovered, mortified, that your ever-seductive friend was curled under the table, servicing your boss in a miserably failed discretion. You once nearly choked on your meal when you heard the CEO whispering to (Y/N) how he added his own secret ingredient, and you realized you'd accidentally swapped lunches.
Nonetheless, life went on. You couldn't complain much. Except now, for whatever damned reason, you began to be noticed by the main cast. A glitch in the matrix? Were you turning into your own version of (Y/N)?
"Don't act mysterious. Just give me your phone number," the rebellious love rival demanded, visibly impatient. He slicked his hair back and grunted at you.
Sir, I didn't even exist to you until two episodes ago, you were temped to say. You wondered if you'd accidentally pressed some forbidden button in the breakroom and involuntarily caused this mess.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the manager making his way towards your desk. You could tell from the wide, relaxed grin that he had similar intentions to this self-proclaimed alpha male.
In a moment of panic, you sprung out of your seat and rushed for the supply closet. Maybe you'd find some quiet there. Maybe everything would return to normal if you closed your eyes for long enough.
Right as you slammed the door shut, you noticed you weren't alone in the cramped chamber.
I really enjoy reading self aware aus right? But recently I’ve been thinking about how funny it would be if a game/series became self aware and thought that you were their god, the thing is you are a god, just not their god.
Like imagine a god that fell into obscurity and now lives among mortals just enjoying their immortal life by playing games after work and all of a sudden it starts talking to you and the people inside out are calling you their god?
I mean, you thought you felt more powerful lately, but you just assumed that the mortals found some of your artifacts again, but nope! This digital world is worshipping you.
And you feel bad, trying to explain that while yes you are a god you’re not their god, but they won’t have it! You. Are. Their. God! They are going to worship you!
Sigh… who are you to deny such cuties? You are just a simple god after all, a simple god that loves cute creatures
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary!! basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time
sfw
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff, angst, suggestive?? (kissy kiss in the future chapters but that's all)
╰┈➤warning/s: yandere, obsessive content, dark content, character death
╰┈➤rating: 17+ (anyone below DO NOT INTERACT)
STATUS: ongoing
✦ CHAPTERS ✦
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4 (tbd)
✦ ADDENDUM✦
Since I may not be able to explore it in the comics, I'm giving these details to provide the narrative more context tehee
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
got the collective ideas from my post! ty yall <333 basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (and you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time (pt1)
part 1
part 2
part 3
WARNING/S: yandere, obsessive behavior, implied drugging at the end
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! (addendum 1)
Since I may not be able to explore it in the comics, I'm giving these details to provide the narrative more context tehee
In the third chapter, (Y/N) had a little crush, which is basically just a simple admiration rather than love at first sight. So this scenario kinda indicates that Past! Phainon could have easily developed it further, but he didn't; therefore, (Y/N) eventually lost those feelings even after they got married. (womp womp)
To put it simply, (Y/N) was turned off the moment Phainon opened his mouth lol
In the second chapter, the reason why (Y/N) was so nervous when Phainon overheard their mumbling ("I want to stay married..") was because (Y/N) didn't want Phainon to feel uncomfortable, as he previously mentioned that he's not interested. (Y/N) worries that he would misunderstand their words and assume they have feelings for him. Due to their tendency to overthink things, (Y/N) believed that it would cause some issues and ultimately result in a divorce. (i included this because i want to explain WHY (Y/N) was so anxious and why it was so dramatic in the comics heh)
(Y/n) likes being married to Phainon, but not in a romantic sense; rather, it's because they get so much BETTER treatment than they had in their prior home. This arrangement is one of the reasons why (Y/N) does not want to get divorced. (the bare minimum oh my goodness)
Aside from that reason, they will be COOKED if it actually does happen. Not only would this bring even more issues for their family name, but (Y/N) was also worried about what would happen to them AFTERWARDS. So in a sense, (Y/N) was taking advantage of the union.
(Y/N)'s family specialized in administrative matters, which often included day-to-day managerial duties, and (Y/N) had some expertise with these. (Y/N) actually begged asked Phainon to manage these affairs because not only does (Y/N) like doing so, but they also want further assurance that Phainon has reasons why this marriage is beneficial.
As for Phainon's case, he considered that having feelings in the marriage was meddlesome, and it was mostly because of his admirers. He initially found it flattering, but as it grew, it became more problematic so he thought (Y/N) is going to be another difficult fanatic. Additionally, he wishes to avoid leading (Y/N) on.
In chapter two, it was mentioned that Phainon had to burn tea invitation letters for (Y/N) as they have few admirers of their own as well. Since the public is aware that their connection is not romantic (they act like it as well so they're not beating the allegations), and given their strained relationship, some nobility had the audacity to write courtship letters sent to (Y/N).
Phainon was first made aware of these invites after snooping around (Y/N)'s workstation (post regression lol he became a weirdo), leading to him finding them. (Y/N) often discards these invitations on their own.
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (and you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time (pt3)
( yan dating sim! twisted wonderland x reader ) part two to this fic.
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬, you awake in the otome game ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right?
• ♡ After your hapless incident and subsequently, much to your chagrin, you wind up in the infirmary (because downing ten cups of tea was apparently not ideal when you have a concussion). Kalim makes a bid to visit you every now and then, but even he's prone to mistake of forgetting, or being dissuaded from it by the dark-haired fellow always accompanying him. You don’t speak much, and rarely offer any acknowledgments aside from the few meant to show respect to the housewarden.
♡ In the game, from what you remember, Kalim was the clingy sort of love interest and seldom left Yuu’s side. Strangely so, he’s never brought up the prefect during his sojourns, even though you expected such ramblings most out of him. You don’t pry further, for it eventually becomes clear he too is not unaffected by the sound of Yuu’s voice drifting from the halls, brightening his face tenfold. You lament on your circumstances, but you’d be a fool to reject free food, so you let him hang around for the sake of it.
♡ Eventually, free food turns into free trinkets, and free trinkets turn into free jewellery alltogether. By the time the nurse twists around the corner, you’re already swimming on a gold heap, and if said nurse tries to tell the pair to leave, the white-haired male overextends his eyes and sags so much to the point he’s compelled into letting them stay. You don’t mind company, but you’re certain you somehow blathered about your loneliness when tea-drunk, and now this boy’s determined to keep you away from such thoughts.
“I brought you tea!”
You eye the swirl of warm brown before letting your head dip in craven refusal. “No.”
“Huh?” Red, befuddled irises peer at the sides of your face, and the snow-white puffs effused from the drink seperate your expression from his. You’ve been in the same position since your arrival and it’s starting to keep him on pins and needles.
“I was told, very clearly, that ten cups of tea was the problem.” You supply helpfully.
“Oh!” His eyes peak up to his brows. This guy... “Then this is perfect, it’s only one!”
“That’s not— that’s not how that works.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No.”
“…Oh.”
♡ That’s how your day goes. If not for Jamil dragging the boy out, you’re certain he would’ve tried to take up residence beside you. Of course, that goes to say your endeavours of trying to be unnoticeable and ordinary are rewarded by said boy with an almost judgmental mien, and though that often sends your self esteem to rack and ruin you almost feel a twinge of relief. Relief means things are still working, and that Kalim’s pursuit is nothing but a product of flimsy luck.
♡ You think his suspicion’s aroused by the fact Kalim’s activity has spiked and for such a small reason at that. Or perhaps the boy’s just frazzled since he’s compelled into dropping by as well and listening to a very one-sided conversation, with your only replies being ‘Hm’ and ‘Nice’. Still, you know he’s already decided on something when he looks at you with those lined eyes.. speaking like he’s setting out early lies and early traps. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve played his route ten times.
“You’re very quiet.”
Suddenly, you find the ceiling very interesting. “.. And so I’ve been told.”
“I imagine it must do you well,” Seeing a character on a screen is one thing, seeing them ponder and stare at you in real time is entirely another. Jamil sighs through his nose in Kalim’s absence, letting his brows pinch towards you. “Less attention.. less worries. Kalim’s not too keen on moderation, that habit of his always tends to escalate. I’m surprised you’re not bothered by it... Why?”
You flick your nails, and a bracelet rattles against skin. “You talk about him a lot.”
“I don’t think it’d end well if I left him unattended.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
After an almost devastating pause, he answers, veneer ruffled and already having accepted everything all at once. “... It is.” Long tresses sway to the side when he shakes his head. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Why’re you not bothered?”
Lame. With an expulsion of irritated air, you flop back down on the sheets and get all comfy. “I hit my head. Must’ve messed up my brain.”
Air whistles through his teeth, and you don’t stay awake long enough to gauge if it’s a chuckle.
♡ Phew! You survive the infirmary and are allowed to attend your classes once more, believing firmly that all the trouble of socializing has been lifted off of you (just like old times). Unfortunately, your grades have completely dropped, because of.... welll, you give Professor Crewel the excuse of hitting your head and forgetting all the basics of potionology. He tuts, but surprisingly lets you go, only after ascertaining you’ll be informed over what you missed by someone with higher command over the subject. You don’t mull over it, hoping it’ll only be a random guy from Pomefiore and not another lovesick scrub.
♡ Feeling like a husband returning from war, you pass by a route leading from somewhere to nowhere and ultimately end up in the room of the mountain lovers. Let’s just say, Jade seems to be rather confused when you walk in donning more accessories (which’s really just glitter and gold) than you left with — but there comes that glint in his eye and he assures you just how reminiscent he was rendered in your absence.
♡ Only a formality, of course, because the new onslaught of wilderness flooding the room has you thinking otherwise. He seemed to be enjoying himself. (Hmm... still, the space is filled with photographs you and him took on your excursions. And hey, the bastard even kept the one of you mid-slip over a patch of mushrooms!)
“Oh, I was inconsolable,” As he’s mid-speech over your disappearance, he places a gloved hand on his woebegone heart and lets a crocodile tear cascade. “You simply have no idea how frazzled you left me.”
“You know, you should definitely try out acting after this college thing.”
“...How unkind,” he murmurs, tone lilting with something amused. “To dismiss my sincerity so readily.”
“You don’t have any.”
“Mm. A tragic flaw, I’m sure.”
“…Did you take all of these?” you change the subject, a photograph slipping between your fingers. Jade doesn’t look at it.
“Of course.”
“I don’t remember half of them.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
“I look like I’m about to die.”
“Yes,” Jade agrees lightly. “But believe me, that’s part of the charm.”
Whatever that means.
♡ You both eventually get to exploring the mountains once more, and everyday there’s a new hellhole waiting for you. And by hellhole, you’re referring to the fact Jade’s ‘candid photo’ collection of you keeps on flourishing. When you threaten to quit over it, he simply bestows that signature soft chuckle on you and muses over your tone. Other times you lament over how awful you look in them, and most times, he offers you cryptic praises. You, crouched by a stream, looking over your shoulder. Laughing at something that isn’t there anymore. The lighting’s wrong for the time you think it should’ve been taken.
“…Jade.”
“Yes?”
“…When was this?”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly recall every little detail,” he says lightly, stepping closer, eyes landing on the tapestry of dull colours before him. “They all blend together eventually, don’t they? Moments are such fragile things.”
You give him a side-eye, and his smile grows.
“But,” he cuts in gently before you blow a gasket, plucking the photograph straight from your hands, “I do remember how pleasant it was.”
This guy still doesn’t know your name.
♡ When you wobble your way back to Scarabia, you’re met with a rather pleasant sight. And unfortunately, pleasant only in the visual sense and not by comportment. Vil, perhaps one fo the love interests you’ve dreaded meeting ever since your arrival here, eyes you the moment you materialize in smears of encrusted topsoil and leafy aromas (a result of yet another fall you took. Jade, now, probably has a million shots of that). Turns out that tutor Crewel was referring to is the pretty boy poised in front of you, the fairness of his skin pinched by disgust. You’re ready to make a beeline towards the nearest exit — because surely he’d let you leave —
♡ But he’s just as agile as he’s stubborn. Mimicking your prowess for vanishing, he appears in front of you and proceeds to stare at you for what feels like an eternity.
“…How,” Vil says slowly with a voice twice as sharp as him, “have you managed to reduce yourself to this state in broad daylight?”
While you’re thinking of where to start, Vil seems preoccupied with taking apart your appearance. “... Don’t answer that. You’re scratched and filthy.”
When he tilts your chin up, you stay taut like a deer caught in headlights. Or, for the lack of a better word, straight into the fire.
( yan dating sim! twisted wonderland x reader ) part three. previous part here
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬, you awake in the otome game ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right?
♡ A few weeks pass by, and you realize you’ve signed up for hell, and in your hand is a ticket poised in front of your face with its thick bristles, brushing along the panes of your face. Sessions with Vil, to say the least, have been going disastrous, but you chew down your enmity with potionology and compel yourself into understanding both his fastidious nature and handwriting. Good grief... (You’ve more trouble deciphering it than anything else).
♡ Vil, much like your other peers, does not request your name or endeavour to get to know you better. Of course, you don’t expect any less out of him. Your entire purpose is to remain forgettable in his pale purple-rimmed, gorgeous viewpoint, even if he’s passing you long-winded criticism on the way you sag beneath the table like the dumbest of all potatoes. Far too common in appearance, sprouting from the lowest of ground, dirty. Fitting, you think. Most of time you’re drowning in notes a foot taller than you, the other you’re subject to protracted speeches about adjusting your posture lest you become an ‘even worse of a hunchback’. A cultivating ground for your self-esteem, of course.
♡ You get some spare time to pay Mountain Lovers a visit here and there, and Jade’s sly, scheming woebegone pout makes you believe he deems himself a widow in your absence. Flattering, but usually it ends in you having to wrestle a polaroid out of his surprisingly rigid grip, hearing him encourage your attempt all the while with a small trill. Annoying as hell, sure, but you’ve hit the jackpot by keeping only a small circle close to you.. Well, yeah, all of them are love interests, but they’re still heed-deep in their own little love story, aren’t they?
“Must you always sag? It’s unbecoming.” The smooth tone hurls you upward from your notes, a few pages feathering in the space like small, terror-stricken birds. Warmth shrouds your nape when you look at his disapproval-laden features. “Ah. So you weren’t sagging after all. Do you not get ample sleep at Savanaclaw?”
“I’m from Scarabia..”
“... I see.” He revises a note in his head and drums his fingers against the table. You can tell he wants to be anywhere but here. “I’d assumed this was the result of physical exertion, but if you reside in Scarabia, then it must be lifestyle.”
“I didn’t understand a single thing you said, but that feels like an insult.”
“Hm. It simply is.”
With an expulsion of fatigued air, flanked by the scars of restless nights on your eyes (that your executioner oh-so vehemently traces with the curve of his own lids), you surrender to the papers once more. Until, of course, a chair lists to the side and a shadow falls on your paper.
You squint up at him. “... Can I help you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, spud. I never put myself in a position where I require anyone’s help, least of all yours.” Brows slope to the almost smug, content tilt of gloss-full lips. He folds his arms, then gently slants his head to your handiwork.... if you can even call it that. “What are you doing.”
“Reading.” Not liking where this is going, you’re quick to defend yourself. “I can read it just fine, by the way.”
“Then do enlighten me, what does that say?”
“... It starts with a word.”
“Give it here.”
♡ That’s how it usually goes. You listen to the song of fabric and paper intertwining and rustling, a pen’s nib gliding with ink, and prop your face on your hand. Not even a second later, fingers tap the underside of your chin and direct your attention-
“Up.”
You blink, and the paper meets your eyes. His handwriting flows and curves and impinges upon your mind’s ability to comprehend text. It’s worse.
“Thank—”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Lightly, he closes his eyes. In his hand he carries his phone, and you immediately get the hint to back out of his selfie. Gloved fingers sifiting through his blonde strands, he speaks to you straight-backed.
“Now you’re expected to maintain the standard I’ve left for you.” Twin gems peer at you from the corners, a glance ever so fleeting. “It’s all I ask of you.”
Well, you can atleast manage that much.
“The elusive silhouette behind Schoenheit..” Jade’s eyes crimp at the horror dawning upon your face. “Fufufu.. Might I request your autograoh?”
“No!”
“Hmm.” There’s a soft tap against the screen. “That’s unfortunate.”
“I’m think I’m gonna die..”
“After all,” he skims over your remark and continues lightly, “it would be such a shame if I were forced to keep this to myself.”
♡ Ack! Looks like your ‘backing away from a selfie’ technique’s gotten old and rusty, because right in front of you Jade holds up his phone screen to let a familiar picture unspool in your mind: the stunning mien of your tutor, and the... very dead-looking you hunching in the corner. You almost smack Jade, but the weightlessness in your knees shows no sign of ebbing away, ultimately coercing him into assisting you onto a chair as you fan away your dread....
♡ Very tentaively and graciously does he show you the onslaught of comments and likes on the single post. Some of them are big, red circles outlining your slouched self, others are complete jargon along the lines is this a hard launch or they definitely make him laugh . Nevertheless, it daubs your face in a layer of impermeable heat. You’d think Vil would have the gentility to remove the post, or at the very least, crop you out — but no. Somehow, you think it’s all a big part of his elaborate plan. That jerk! Was he always this petty in the game?
“Careful,” he hums, far too pleased for someone witnessing your social demise. “You wouldn’t want to faint before signing, would you?”
“I’m not signing anything,” you mutter weakly. “Delete it.”
“Delete it?” he echoes, as if you’ve suggested something quaint. “But this is already quite public.”
Your palm clenches into a fist, and before you know it you’ve wringed the suave eel with the livid round of your fist and streeled him towards you.
His eyes widen, a reaction you seldom elicit, but as you’re standing so close to one another — a breath away — you take your chance and jab your finger right through his chest. Much like a knife.
“Jade. Delete. It. Now.”
♡ Ugh! You know Jade’s already made a million screenshots and saves of this garbage of a photo, but—
Huh?
“Jade?” You inquire, blinking up at him.
The male does not respond, and funnily, his eyes stay enlarged, air forsaken in the galleries of his throat, hitched.
The long streak of black descending from his teal tresses feather against your cheek, a soft, absent-minded brush that shouldn’t feel like anything, but does. He’s looking at you, a stare unlike Vil’s — everlasting and deep — your finger still pressed to his chest, feeling the faint rise and fall beneath your touch.
When his breath steadies, the world returns to normal, and so does his close-eyed visage. You rip your hand away, and a soft chuckle’s effused into the space.
“…My,” Jade exhales, his tone a bit too soft. “How forward.”
“.. Sorry?” You avoid meeting his stare, a twinge of anxiety rippling through your nerves at the crescendo of his stare. “I shouldn’t have gotten so close.”
“Oh, don’t look so dejected. You rarely come this close of your own accord,” Clad in that ususal manner, with his finger tapping against his chin, he croons that last part with something much, much lower threaded beneath. “I should thank Schoenheit. Don’t you think so?”
You blink, in a daze, before dipping your head in refusal. “You—”
“Though,” Oh? In your stupor, you realize he‘s taken hold of your hands once more, made to entwine and be ensared in one place. Very subtly does his thumb run along the edges of your pulse. You sputter. “if this is what it takes to draw your attention…”
A muscle ticks in your jaw.
“I might be inclined to keep it.”
An empty space greets Jade when he opens his lids, the outline of your shadow speed-walking to the nearest exit.
♡ Yikes! That gave you second-hand embarrassment, but no worries.. you’ll manage, just like you’ve always done. Except.. Jade doesn’t seem too big on letting you scurry away from his reaches, or perhaps he has a knack for freaking you out. One day, after a sun-bleached and stifling lecture on Magic history, paired with the unmistakeable traces of Lucius’ fur on you, you tumble out of the doors and catch your fitful little breath. The hallway becomes lined with students, and soon you’re just one small ant in a horde of them. Nothing can tell you apart from others, nothing but the all-encompassing mismatched eyes of your tormentor, of course.
“Fufufu,” An arm extends towards you. “You look quite fatigued. Dare I assume you dislike Professor Trein?”
You nearly jump out your skin and scream at the waxy mien, a hand flying to your chest as you try to swat him away — much to your dismay, he seems entirely disaffected at your light barrage. Only smiling in shame’s stead. “Dude, warn me next time before you— just appear!”
“On the contrary,” Jade tilts his head. “I’ve been here for quite some time.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Then, in the light of your doubt, allow me to escort you,” As if this had always been the natural conclusion, he closes his eyes merrily.. “You’re in no condition to be wandering alone. After all, I’ve word Vil’s searching for you, something about your rescheduled sessions...” With the shrewd smile you detest, he coaxes you forward. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“I am alone.” you argue weakly- but at the thought of said blonde male’s imposing stare, are ultimately forced to loop your arm through his and weave through the hubbub. The ends justify the means or whatever it is they say, you chant to yourself.
♡ What you get, however, isn’t salvation, rather half-phrases referring to your untimely appearance in the post. At this point, you’re trying to shield yourself by hiding behind the eel- but even that proves futile. Jade would sell you for a box of mushrooms, you close your eyes and affirm, but when you push your sight open again, you catch him musing over your antics even as the prefect’s voice floods Main Street. In the area he used to lurk and prowl in their presence, he now stands by you. This is bad. This is very, very bad. This is so bad you can’t even think of the repercussions. You just want to knock some sense into the man.
‘Schoenheit seemed a bit off-kitler today.’ The prefect, voice swept with the breeze yet as captivating as ever, sags in worry. You can’t see them, you refuse to, but you hear the light tempo of their footfalls. ‘He wanted to do my makeup again, but something kept coming up.’
“That guy again?” Ace, you assume, slumps over their shoulder, frown tearing his words apart. “..He’s got the hots for you. Of course he’d act weird, man.”
♡ Something feels wrong.
♡ You can feel it too. As the crowd shrinks and twists and fluctuates around you, you absent-mindedly huddle closer to the eel, heedless to the frazzled downturn of his eyes. The prefect laughs, the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard, someone bumps your shoulder, and suddenly your ears become hypersensitive to everything. Bodies move slowly, slowly, slowly and slowly- until—
“Le voilà.”
♡ Rook, ever the all-knowing, stands a few ways away and as witness to the confusion mottling your face. Oh.. no. Eyes crimping at your realization into half-moons of intrigue, he strides closer.
♡ Right. You’d forgotten. You’re no stranger to ditching Vil’s study sessions, but when it comes to a staggering amount of absences, he has this very strange way of acquiring you back. It’s never worked, partly beacuse you’re privy to his tactics and his esteemed hunter, but he’s caught you at a bad time, and is surely here just to drag you back. Ugh...
“Now, now,” Rook tilts his head, green eyes flicking briefly to where you cling. “Must you borrow another’s shadow to escape mine?”
“I’m not—”
“Non?” he smiles like he’s coaxing something something mulish into the open. “Then come.”
Unfortunately, you step back and bump right into Jade.
“My, my,” Hums the eel. “You’ve become quite popular.”
Rook’s smile widens, if that’s even possible. Good grief... He narrows his gaze down to another half-moon, constricting the space only around the forms of you two — you can see the gears coiling and turning in his head as he analyzes you, and the feeling is downright pervasive... Luckily, it seems he’s rather content with his deduction.
“Why, of course! A natural occurrence,” he trills. “Beauty, once glimpsed, cannot be ignored.”
“Is that so?” Jade hums. “Well then, you’ll have to forgive me for intruding. You see, my club member and I are already quite occupied, and..”
Gloved fingers perch themselves upon your face and pull. Your lips are dragged into the most lachrymose, tragic downturned frown known to man. You freeze, but all the while, Jade angles your face ever so slightly towards Rook, as though adjusting a display.
“..I’m sure you can guess.” He finishes — smoothly — with the everlasting, even more all-knowing glint in his eyes.
You swat his hand away. “Stop doing that!”
Much to your chagrin, Rook leans in, and you have an inkling of what he’s thinking. “On the contrary,” he breathes, delighted, “you are most captivating when you protest. There is a most certain candor to it.”
“I want to LEAVE.”
“Non. If the moutain does not change, then the hunter shall simply hone his approach.”
(Somewhere far away, Vil sighs. He’s become rather tired of your antics, hasn’t he? A spud should never be this elusive).
“That look on your face tells me you’re thinking of running away, pup.”
♡ The potion bursts in your face when he says that, and you book a first class flight to another one of his ceaseless reprimands. Truth be told, you’ve completely gone off to the deep end, or as you would put it, the deep end of complete isolation. For the past few weeks, you’ve attracted unsolicited attention, and you like to think you’ve gone radio silent on all your ‘acquaintances’ and their accidental run-ins henceforth. But, as your misfortune would have it, this solitude also implies you’ve made a habit of never turning up to your study sessions with Vil... and well, we all can see where that’s going, since you’re standing in the brutish aftermath of that decision right now.
“This,” Crewel tuts, circling you with his protracted gaze and lined, dark eyes. “ is precisely the reason why I entrusted Schoenheit with the... gruelling task of tutoring you.”
“I—”
“Save it.” His voice slices clean through the air, his heel clicks once against the floor as he stops in front of you. “If you’re about to offer excuses, I suggest you swallow them. I’ve no patience for poorly brewed lies.”
♡ Everyone has a knack for interrupting you, it seems. Explaining that you’d been avoiding people like the plague, and that every interaction lately feels like walking into a spotlight you never asked for, that even thinking about sitting through another one of Vil’s faultless study sessions drives you mad — feels like too much effort. So, you make do with what you have and try to make the most of it. Crewel does not pry for more, he presents in front of you a nimiety of vials and examines you wordlessly getting to work. There is something different in your eyes now, something unusual, but he need not prod for fruitless things.
♡ Along the way, Crewel talks a few times about Yuu. You try to cancel their names out from memory, but such praises are born to seep into your ears and stay etched in your bones.
♡ Lately, everything’s about Yuu now, isn’t it? Every single one of the student body is so intent on gushing over them, it almost makes you feel resentful.. Granted, you’ve stayed in the shadows for far too long to even have the right of such an intense emotion, but it gets to a point when such a constant in your life is a person you’ve never met before. Vil, Jade, Kalim, Jamil... you’re just so, so tired.
♡ So, you just.. focus on the task at hand. The orange substance goes into the green.. whatever that is. Shoot! You can vaguely recall Vil telling you something about this particular formula... maybe if you’d just listened..
“—Perhaps, you wouldn’t have stooped to such an unsightly level.” The voice arrives as quickly as it ebbs away, prompting a deep, frigid chill to rove over your spine. “I recall instructing you to follow the example I set for you.”
♡ Ack! Speak of the devil, and he shall come with a visage as gorgeous as his tone. Only.. you’ve been trying to evade the clutches of said devil from the start, and instead instantly spiral into a plethora of hows and whys.. after all, you’d avoided him to the utmost of your abilities, did you not? You find yourself thinking that, yes, Crewel must’ve had a part in this, judging from the now vacant classroom. Only.. you also find yourself thinking of Rook’s words: If the mountain does not change, then the hunter shall simply hone his approach.
“You’ve no clue of the trouble you caused me. ” Vil pivots on his heels, and looks down at you through his nose. You are almost inclined to believe he takes joy in the way your head lolls dejectedly across your shoulders (at your inevitable defeat, of course), before your posture straights as per usual and you pertain to his demands. For with an expulsion of air that could be deemed a self-satisfied chuckle, he leans forward, and makes you regret every single decision you’ve ever made in your life.
“Don’t give me that look, spud. After all, you’re the one causing me such inconvenience. Had my hunter not set his eyes on you, I’d still be quite lost..”
You clench your eyes shut, a headache blooming.
“I can never satify you, can I?” Your teeth press. “Go ahead. Do what you want or whatever.”
..
Silence ensues, prompting your head upward.
From the way he looks at you, you’re almost mortified he’s mulling the suggestion over his tongue, lashes feathering against it. His lips recede before bursting forth with the words you’ve grown to dread, finger propped against the sides of his face, and this time — he looks at you with pleasure.
“Oh, spud. You needn’t concern yourself with such things. Rest assured,” He eliminates any space between you with a flick, eyes crimped. “I will be doing exactly what I want.”
“Huh-?”
♡ For the first time in his life he willingly grabs you, or rather the sides of your arm. Bringing you forward, you feel a thump-thump-thump against your palm.. until realizing it’s only the feeling of your hand pressed against your erratic, feverish heartbeat — anchoring you to your seat, the other latching onto the sides of the table.
“You’ve made a habit of running, haven’t you?” He closes his eyes in peaceful contemplation. “Let’s correct that. You’ll leave when your work is presentable.”
“Vil-”
“Fairest one of all.”
The next moments that transpire are a blur.
You can’t remember exactly what happens, only your hands gliding across the table and growing lax and sore with each movement; of you grabbing a vial, mixing something, lost within the drunken, heavy daze of your mind. Your lips feel vacant, your body feels numb, but you hear him speak up behind you, the words barely registering on your ears as he orders another potion.
What’s going on? Your vision’s a mixture itself, of amorphous shapes, of your own limbs, your own fingers wrapped around the small jar and its contents squirming, fighting for dominance. Everything is moving sluggishly. Your head hurts so much. What happened to your voice? Were you speaking before?
It doesn’t matter, all you can see is him. As stunning as ever, like a queen perched upon her throne, face awash in perpetual contentment. Blonde tresses descend upon his shoulders, silken locks brushing against the back of his neck. His posture is straight, tall, and elegant; arms crossed and face serene. So unlike you.
Huh..
You think this is the first time you’ve ever seen him so clearly.
“Now,” An upturn dances at his lips. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
“Yo, Deuce, who’s that weirdo hiding behind the couch?”
“Be quiet for a second, dude. We just lost Yuu. Where did they even go?”
♡ To hell with your life! How desperate do you have to be that you need to use Kalim’s parties as a last resort and for your own selfish perusal? You’ve gone insane these past few days, having Jade Leech flank you whenever he desires, having Vil hot on your tail.. (huh, strangely enough, you can’t recall ever interacting with him in potionology as he claims) and receiving a bundle of invites from the red-eyed devil himself. Scarabia’s warm and arid air’s just shy of crushing your deserted esophagus, so you take to your heels and conceal yourself in a gold-accentuated cranny of the room. Granted, Scarabia is your dorm. You’re free to wander, but with this many people... attention is unavoidable, isn’t it?
♡ The notion of seeing Vil again has messed with your head. It’s safe to say you detest him to no end. Ugh, you loathe his polished heels and his exceptionally well-applied eyeliner, oh, and you also resent his luscious, blonde, blinding- whatever. The point is, you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. So you’ve been left to your own devices for now, as you try to vehemently recall every single detail left vague in the game. Twisted hearts, twisted hearts, twisted hearts. It seemed ordinary at first glance, ordinary love interests with a tad bit too much verve in their devotion — but mentally well, nonetheless!
“Huh— hey! Isn’t that the magicam hunchback?!”
“Ace, they’re our senior! Have some respect..”
“Dude, chillax! They’re only a second year!”
Which episode do you die in again?
♡ Ace and Deuce, ever the cautious duo, eye you from far off, probably noticing you rocking back and forth in a kneel. Oh, and you’re probably chewing on your nails as well, so that’s double the humiliation points. But can you bring it in yourself to care? No, never. You’re just so, so tired. Even as, inexplicably, Deuce opens his palm to you, and inquires of your state in such a belittingly sincere manner, you offer him no response but the deliberate, messy shake of your head. Oh, no.
Taking to your heels, you pace around in circles. You let the music swell. Just barely, just enough to drown out the buzz and-
“Hey! Watch out!”
And fall right into someone’s lap.
Hm. What were they even doing? Sitting alone in a corner? They..
Oh.
Yuu stares down at your wide-eyed face, tracing the way your hair’s splayed upon their clothes like tiny veins snaking around their legs. Your lips are parted just slightly, expelling a momentary breath of shock, feeling their weight buttress your nape, and it’s not soon before you find yourself scrambling for purchase..
Except..
Yuu doesn’t move. They don’t utter a single thing; in fact, their breath hitches, and the tips of warmth as pretty as the zenith of the sunset floods their face. For a moment, you almost find the likeness of your face casted back within the overwhelming pool of their irises; bleak and bleary-eyed and scrambling time and time again. When you maneuver and get up, your legs wobble, you blink, and yet all you can see is Yuu.
Yuu.
Yuu, the person you’ve swore never to associate yourself with.
How’s your life come to this?
“Huh..” They blink, fog dissipating. “Um... are you real?”
You scratch your head as a response. No, no you’re not.
So I bet yall have seen the leaks by now, and damn i love the new sillies so far, especially rielle he looks exactly how I envisioned him. He's so full of whimsy I cant
The yan potential with the RSA students are amazing too, with love at first sight, hopeless devotion to the ones they love and the whole "I need to save you from the villains" mindset, what's not to love ??
Not fully following canon events and a lil ooc becasue they came out a day after the release of the chatacters
As the preparations have to be made for the contest against RSA, of course Crowley forces you along with the students to prepare. At least it's not as akward anymore, as you now know them.
While you're just happy to hang out with your friends, Azul and Jamil have the time of their lives. Finally, FINALLY, some alone time with you (well, almost alone, but this is better than sharing with the rest of the pricks, as they can tolerate eachother if it means no one else joins).
They hope this moment would never end, but, seems like the universe has some other plans for them. They hear a shout, disrupting their lovely time with you. Rage quickly turns into pure horror as they realise who's interrupting them...
To their utter horror, seems to be their awful rivals from RSA, just what they needed. It could've been anyone that disturbed them, he'll they would've taken anyone else at this point, but it had to be these two, amazing.
Rielle was the one that spotted the three of you, well, he spotted Azul to be exact. He wanted to say hi to his childhood friend, as they hadn't seen eachother in a long while !! It would be fun to talk once again !! Meanwhile Minajael is just tagging along, just going with the flow
Rielle rather abruptly stops in his tracks as soon as he spots you, someone he has nevee seen before. He feels the world slow down around him, his heart racing and his face flushing. Is this what his textbooks was talking about when they meant love ?? If so, he loves this feeling !! He can't let go ! This has to be fate or something, he has to ask you-
Minajael feels at ease, despite still being right next to Rielle (probably the biggest loudmouth he knows). He feels a sense of calm was over him as he sees you. Is this, no, it can't be. Love always sounded like such shackles, like it would ruin his freedom, but this, he feels so free. He will keep a lower profile until he figures out what the hell is going on.
You quickly get overwhelmed as you NRC friends are pushed away by the new RSA stufents, one frantically asking you questions while the other seems to stare into your soul. It's all very overwhelming, but atleast the preparations are soon done so this will be over soon.
Just a few moments ago they had the absolute time of their lives, now these soiled BRATS are comming in, taking their very much precious time. It seems if the RSA students are gonna play dirty, so will they.
TLDR sore losers get prissy when RSA princes show up to take the spotlight, rhis was fun to draw, hope you like it. Haven't been writing in a whole so I suck at this but, enjoy.
Reblogs with text and comments are very much appretiated to keep me going and creating <3
