content ; twisted wonderland x persona!reader, crackfic treated seriously, angst (literally just the start), anime & game dialogue, prologue/mentions of end of book 1.
a/n ; very late chapter... i was actually meant to publish this before the start of june since i started it may 23rd, i take a bit when mixing the anime/game/novel together so i hope next chapter wont take that long 😭
banner credit ; @/IntoxicxtedHoe on wattpad
: back — next
you still wonder how you got in this situation; your two first year friends hugging you tightly with a dire beast down at your feet—tears pricking from their eyes and your gun-like evoker having already fallen onto the grass, mixing into the mess of a garden from the fight that occurred just moments earlier.
"we thought you were going to die, you idiot!" ace shouted, his voice cracking at the end whilst tightening his grip on you.
it all started when you were clearing a floor in mementos, doing your usual patrol when evading or fighting whatever shadows that lurked down there, though, some weird carriage-shadow with horses came out from one of those portal things, and you blacked out right after—waking up to pitch black nothingness and already crammed into a small space, though you could feel your evoked safely tucked in the secret holster under your uniform. did that thing seriously knock you out?
your eyes slowly opened, and all you did was try hit whatever was in front of you, trying to get out of this cramped whatever you were in... which knocked it down to the ground! and, well, you too—now toppled down onto the floor alongside a coffin shaped lid, standing up quickly before looking around and noticing the huge group of people in robes (for some reason were shocked from your action) , but were you really stuffed in a coffin?!
mumbles sprouted across the assembly hall, murmuring to each other about the unexpectedness, "hey, what gives? no one comes through the gate on their own."
"ridiculous, is this some kind of joke?" some guy with glasses spoke, sweating at the scene in front of him.
where the hell were you? not even 10 minutes ago were you in mementos; what even happened that got you here? all you could do was look around the place, trying to stay calm as you assessed the situation, which wasnt long before someone spoke up in the silence: a man with a crow mask, and a key shaped staff with 'raven' engraved as the key bitting, "goodness me! it is unheard of for a student to emerge from the gate unbidden," his hand raised towards you whilst he walked closer, "what a terribly impatient person you must be. i mean, really."
"excuse me?! who are you weirdos, and why did you bring me here? i want answers now!" your voice raised, getting into a defensive position, and your hand slowly moved closer to where your evoker was hidden.
"why, you ask? because you were chosen, of course." now what did that mean. chosen for what? "hmm.. it would appear your mind is somewhat hazy, yet likely due to the effects of time-space teleportation."
what.
"time-space teleportation... uh, huh?"
"yes, it has been known to happen, i sense confusion," the masked man's hand moved towards his chest, and his voice grew louder, "well, fear not, kindhearted crowley will explain. welcome, dear student, to night raven college, this is the most prestigious arcane academy in all of twisted wonderland! fledgling mages are chosen from across the world for their rare and exceptional talents, and are brought here to hone them under our careful tutelage. students are assessed and divided by their spiritual attributes into one of seven houses modelled on the great seven. there, they live and work and study alongside their peers."
honestly, you kind of just tuned him out, only listening to the possibly important parts: what his name was and where you were at, you couldnt really care less about the school's (or well, college if he'd get on your case) history.
"you are here today because the dark mirror recognised in you a particular aptitude for magic. congratulations. do you not recall being visited by a black carriage carrying the gate that brought you here?" your mind wondered back to the mysterious 'shadow' that rammed into you—so thats what that thing was!
"now, that ought to be enough explanation for the time being, yes?" crowley continued on, now facing the crowd, "we have our final student, everyone! let us regain our composure and being the orientation." his back turned towards you as he walked away, though you quickly interrupted the small interval of quietness.
"h-hey wait! look, youve probably got the wrong person," a small scoff left your mouth when crowley kept walking away, and you spoke up to get his attention, "i dont even know how to use magic!"
well... that did it at least.
crowley's body soon stopped right after you said that, turning around and questioning what you just said—the crowd muttering to each other about your statement.
"did they say they cant use magic?"
"yeah. what is that about?"
"and besides, i have something very important to take care," mementos... making sure you eliminate any more shadows that came from distorted hearts, "so if you'll excuse me." your hand reached out to collect your bag that was surprisingly inside the coffin, and started walking to the door.
"come back here. a student refusing their admission is unheard of! well, if you would just remain calm—" you continued to ignore him and kept walking towards the entrance, what a mess... "halt! stop right there! i will not allow you to refuse your enrollment."
"i obviously dont belong here."
"oh, yeah? well this is where i come in!" something crashed into one of the main windows, the glass shattering into a plethora of shards, glimmering prettily beneath the bluish light. a cat-thing with azure-coloured flaming ears jumped in, standing on two legs and spoke, "sorry for eavesdropping, but ive got something to say.people from all over are dying to get into this school, so if you dont wanna be here, then hand over your spot to the great and wonderful me!"
no but what is actually going on...???
the conversation continued, with you slowly scooting backwards from the two, crowley questioning the not-cat and him calling himself 'the illustrious grim', laughing surrounding the three of you when he declared he was destined for extraordinary magehood, teasing how he couldnt and should just return to wherever he came from; grim shouting in anger and summoning fire from his breath, and blowing it across the ground.
chaos ensued with bright blue flames spreading all across the room, panicking students rushing to the entrance and screaming as they hurriedly tried to leave, blocking the way for each other in a disorderly manner. many of their robes caught on fire whilst the monster cat spewed more out of his mouth, destroying a nearby light and cinders forming at the ends of the carpet—burning more in the few seconds.
you sped towards the door, crowding around like the other students but focusing on helping them leave safely, looking towards a red-haired boy who walked past the flames and closer to the monster cat; an angry scowl painted over his face.
'huh? what the hell's he doing?' you thought, i mean seriously, why would you go towards the danger? or he's just overpowered and can defend himself, maybe you shouldnt involve yourself with the two but standby just in case! with your evoker in hand!— and then he just 'beheaded' that cat thing... never mind, but he also spouted some random sentence to get that spell to work; it vaguely sounded like something you know—though everythings still a little fuzzy from what just happened in, like, 20 minutes.
crowley picked grim up from the fancy, heart-shaped collar and spoke about his 'kindness' of not turning him into dinner an instead expelling it, asking someone to take it away instead, to which got handed to by a poor nearby student who walked off, grim screaming about how he'll go down in magic history.
"i kind of feel sorry for him." your eyes wandered to the door the everyone was just at (and where the student with grim left), quietly speaking up—you didnt really care what he was or why it had reasons for coming here, his ambitions were strong and you deeply resonated with him to never give up on your dreams.
"well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. i hereby declare that orientation has concluded," wow. moving on just like that? "housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms." okay but seriously, does he really not care about what happened a few seconds ago.
he then spoke about some malleus draconia guy, some students ( youd like to say a few were their dorms housewardens from their looks ) spoke with each other, a boy with red eyes wondering if anybody inviting him—how could they even forget a hosuewarden, arent they important? some lingering pupils gossiped about him, and a short guy with pink highlights and a surprisingly deep voice told whoever was assigned the diasomnia dorm ought to follow him.
crowley moved closer to you, your attention focusing towards his words, "I'm afraid that you will not be attending night raven college after all. surely you realize that i cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy. but worry not. the dark mirror will see you safely home," he pointed towards the floating mirror, silently ordering you to proceed closer, "now, step into the gate, and visualize the place you whence you came."
earth, your home world. would you really go back that quickly, or was there a twist that occurred during your time being unconscious from mementos to the time you appeared in the coffin?
"o dark mirror, return this soul to where it belongs!" no response came from the magical mirror, and crowley awkwardly cleared his throat, "l-let us, er... try this again. o dark mirror! return this soul—"
"there is no such place."
...huh? "what?"
"there is no place in this world where this soul belongs. none." okay, is this a joke??? what kind of mirror can this be to take you from your home world but not give you back? even the headmage wondered what was going on, asking 'what land do you hail?' (read: what country were you from), to which you replied with said country—getting a troubled look from him, well, all you do see from the bottom half of his face as he still had that unfashionable mask on.
apparently he knew the places of if not every then most students origins, just not yours, which disappointed you greatly it was visible on your face to crowleys dismay, making up an excuse to go search for it in the library, if there was even a book on it.
to your (not) surprise, there were none. he questioned if you were lying but it still seemed too weird to lie about with how you acted, offering to ask if you had any identification in your bag—passing him your school id the next second, the school name nor the language it had clicked in his mind, it was the same with how you spoke; it was obvious you had an accent of some kind—was any kind of unknown magic auto-translating your language too?
"well, this is quite the predicament. i cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy. and yet, as an educator, i am loath to expel a young person without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact their guardian..."
'okay but can he stop yapping?' you tuned his voice out (again), not bothering about his stupid academy—you just wanted to go home, and if you cant then probably just hide out in mementos, although that is if there is one here. he spoke about a vacant, old building on the campus that used to be a dorm, offering to escort you there whilst trying to investigate how to get you home in the meantime... to which you obliged having nothing else to do.
...wow. how delightful. your new sleeping place was in shambles, barely holding on, and looked like an abandoned haunted house from those theme parks. the headmage walked out soon after, telling he'd do some research (although you highly doubt that so you stored to do that in your own time later), and to not wander around the campus, talking about how you could do that tomorrow morning since he 'hired' you to do odd jobs around the school—giving you the key to the dormitory and a spare uniform and bedclothes beforehand.
it wasnt that hard to find a decent room to sleep in, as they all were about the same amount of abandoned, tidying it and dusting off the bed that was (probably) still usable, though your motivation was horribly lacking at the start, only wanting to sleep and wake up from this weird dream—could you even find a way home after all of this?
your eyes slowly opened, the blinding lights shimmering through a slightly cracked window had made you groan and press your head down against the mattress; crowley didnt even bother giving you a pillow so you had to make do with blankets instead. you wonder if he actually cares for his students or the schools reputation more.
getting up and taking a shower was a good choice, except the shower heads didnt work that well and only had cold water running, electricity barely working too. that was the first thing on your list to fix when you get whatever currency this world has to offer—grabbing your clothing and changing into the uniform, instead using your own dress shirt to hide your evoker, who knows when you might need it? this world might not be as safe as it seems anyway.
the ghosts in your dorm (you kind of just ignored them yesterday, already knocked out on the bed before they could tease you or the like) told you that crowley sent a message to go clean up main street, having to rush out whilst grabbing your supplies as it was a bit late in the morning. at least you wont have any lessons since youre not a student here.
passing by a number of buildings, you eventually reached a wide road made of cobblestone: it seemed to follow down farther along, and was big enough for crowds of people to fit in, seven stone statues lined up at the sides, with four on the left and three on the right; they were clearly cared for as all were cleaned but still had that old aura that surrounded them. wait a second, werent they reminiscent of those villains from your childhood shows? did they worship them or what?
"...what is this?" you stared at the queen of hearts statue, hers was the only one decorated with something at the bottom of their feet, and she had a smile on her lips, one hand holding part of her dress and the other holding a heart shaped object.
out of nowhere, some guy spoke up behind you: he had a red heart painted over his left eye and fluffy orange hair that flipped at the blueish ends, he was either the same age or a bit older than you with how he looked—a smile was etched onto his face.
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 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — book 3 prelude. previous part here.
♡ “Well, you look positively thrilled to be attending this class, pup.”
♡ Contrary to Professor Crewel’s words, you have the biggest scowl stretching your lips down, into a glower, into the most deepest suit of misery etched onto your face. Your eyes are foggy, words misty, and just as you hear Yuu’s foothall reverberate down the halls — the familiar bickering between Ace and Deuce, nearing you slowly but surely — you plead your case.
“.. Hide me.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Your head dips low. Since when were you type to stoop so low as to seek asylum from a first year, magicless, homeless student? “Hide me. From Yuu. Please. I’ll turn in all my missing assignments. Please.”
♡ That’s exactly how you’ve found yourself concealed behind his height, well-cloaked in whatever edges of his fur coat find you. The room is rife with suffocating quietness as the door creaks, slowly, taking its time, just so you can feel Yuu’s fingers graze the wood, and their eyes scavenge the vicinity for a trace of you. Closing your eyes tight-shut, you strengthen your grip on the fabric. Just this once - just this once - and you’ll survive.
♡ “Professor, have you seen them?”
♡ Them. They don’t name you, and painfully so, Crewel immediately recognizes who they’re talking about. Nameless, colourless, faceless. There is no one here other than you.
“As usual, no.”
“I can see them behind you.”
♡ Unfortunately, your breathing gave it away, and you're not exactly invisible, so you make do with just legging it again and stumbling into whatever room you get your hands on.
♡ Finally you come across a good one, and remember one thing: don’t breathe.
♡ Don’t breathe. Don’t let a single hint of your presence scrape against the floor, or taper off your lips. Don’t breathe, don’t look anywhere past the rows of ornate shelves or the very confused ghost librarian. Don’t breathe as you shimmy inside a cranny of dust, untouched newspapers and shield the crown of your head forevermore. Don’t breathe as you squeeze your eyes shut and imagine yourself anywhere else.
♡ Don’t breathe when the door creaks open. A slow, inevitable croak gliding against polished panes.
“Hi, mister. Have you seen -- well, uh -- a Scarabian student anywhere?”
♡ Don’t breathe even when you know it’s pointing straight at you. Traitor.
“Hey..”
♡ You don’t look up.
“Why’re you hiding from me?” Behind your lids, you imagine the dark cusps of their irises gleaming with sincerety. “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? Did I scare you?”
♡ You don’t like it. You don’t like the way they’re talking to you, slow and genuine and all too dehumanizing, as though you’re but a small rabbit in their eyes. They don’t know, they don’t know you’re an actual human being - one with conscience, humanity and awareness. They don’t know you know them, and they don’t know who you really are, all that’s left in their eyes is a perfect little image of a non-playable character - one that’s bound to come in their hands, in a way, or a thousand others.
In lieu of a response, you clamp your lips tight shut. Your eyes cinch into a glare; one you hope is full of the aversion you feel. “I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with you.”
♡ You don’t know what to do. Give in. You’re doomed. Rebel. You’re doomed. Earning Yuu’s affection, or earning their loathing - neither option is good.
“...Oh.”
“Listen,” You crack one eye open in spite of yourself. Yuu looks devasted - you have to save yourself. Brain straining for excuses, you spout out a career-ending one. “... It’s not you, it’s just that..”
...
“...That?”
“That you’re not my type.”
♡ Yuu blinks - okay, this is your chance. You can’t just go into things that can be changed, look into things that are definitie. Look into.. ah, what would particularly steer your way clear of them?
♡ You look at the schedule in their hands. First year, huh?
“I’m into older people.”
“...How much older?”
You scramble. “A lot older.”
“...Like a year?”
“No. I like mature people.”
Their shoulders relax - you take that as a bad sign. "I can be mature."
"No, no. They need to look like they have taxes."
"...Taxes."
"Taxes. I also like people who are tall."
Yuu visibly straightens.
"Very tall."
Yuu visibly un-straightens.
"Like, concerningly tall. Like if they stand up too fast they're a threat to low ceilings."
"..."
"And older."
"..."
"And emotionally unavailable."
"That sounds unhealthy."
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Actually, preferably unhealthy. I like people who look at me and immediately decide I'm none of their business."
Yuu's face falls, a slope to their brows as they frown, unknowingly, to themselves. What you’ve just said might just give you some time to prepare, because you, and any sane person in the world, know that a simple barrier like a preference won’t stop them. That’s how Yuu has always been. In a way, they need to get to you, no matter what. That’s how it always will be. "I like people who forget I exist."
It falls further, you realize. Something, the one thing, actually, that the latter is not able to do.
"I like people who don't text back. Oh, and they must have weird hobbies.. Like birdwatching, or growing mush-”
Ah. Hands clasped over your mouth, with horror, do you realize you’ve begun matching your interest to a certain Mountain Lovers president. Mission abort, the withdrawal symptoms must really be getting to you, huh?
"And NOT teal hair."
Yuu touches their hair, hopeful.
"NOT first-years."
Yuu lowers their schedule, hopeless.
"NOT extroverts."
Yuu winces.
"NOT people who follow me around."
Yuu winces harder.
"NOT people who keep asking for my number."
At this point, Yuu looks like every word is physically striking them. Relishing in the blow, you stand up, pivot on your heels and leave them to wallow in the destruction you’ve left in your wake. Not without picking up your belongings, which happen to a little journal you keep to maintain track of the plot, a chewed-up pencil, and an apple - shooting Yuu a confirmatory glare in case the thief is actually them. On the way, you realize the ghost librarian has tears in his gargantuan eyes. Oh-well, it seems like Yuu’s favoribility does not only extend to suitors, but ghosts as well.
♡ Something is going to go wrong today. Very, very wrong. You’re sure of it.
♡ And no, you don’t just say that because of your disastrous, almost-disastrous- encounter with Yuu.
♡ Your NPC sixth sense tells you there’s double trouble on the horizon, waiting to get a taste of you. Double trouble.. you work your throat around the words, and try to imagine anything of the sort - but your brain stalls, because apparently, rolling out of bed (literally) and forcing yourself through the daily morning rituals was still as bad as ever. It didn’t help Kalim was particularly loud today, something about the prefect, probably, you didn’t quite hear. Ugh, Vil’s going to slime you out if he ever finds out you’re skipping yet again-
“And just what are you doing in that flower bush, spud?”
♡ Speak of the devil, and he shall come.
Pretty purple eyes do not bode well with you.
“Uhh..” Tongue twisted, you crush one petal in the cusp of your palm, and bring it over your eyes, hoping to block out his face. Pretending very, very hard he’s just a figment of your imagination, because really, what are the chances you meet him in the very same place you thought he’d never come? “Well, er... I’m doing something very important and class-related right now, so I’d appreciate it if you left me alone.”
♡ Oh, no, he’s caught you dead in your right! Above, the glass dome over the botanical gardens greets you; limpid and beautiful, and if you squint your eyes just right, you can imagine the sky back at home. Homesickness, or whatever the afflicted call it, has taken a toll on you only after you’ve come to realize just how much of your life’s gone into a perpetual state of destruction. Teeth gnawing on lip, tarnishing Vil’s self-care advice right in front of him as you revert back to sqaure one; it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you want to vanish.
♡ Why exactly are you here? Somewhere in the middle of picking out a thorn from your thumb, you toppled over your boots and landed straight in a pile of.. whatever these are called. Now you’re just mulling your life over your tongue, wondering why you’ve just lost every ounce of hope in your life -—Jade (the scapegoat, you tell yourself) , normalcy, living in the shadows — and the blissful stretch of time in which you had not yet encountered Vil Schoenheit. Matter of fact, it seems he’s bound to run into you everday - much to yours and his very mutual chagrin.
♡ Hold on! The only reason he’s not turned on you is because he’s not yet privy to Yuu’s ever-growing and laughably one-sided affection for you, and the same can be said for everyone here.. you’re lucky he’s caught you alone, and not with Yuu, (the same person who confronted you outside your class, only to have you bolt away like they’d just set you on fire).
“Unbelievable. I was out on my usual morning run and I see this.” Vil points a long, long nail at you. You shudder, but don’t make a move, needle-like thorns prickling your uniform. “You’re sprawled over the Convallaria majalis batch, the very things I’ve planted. Dear me.. why am I not surprised? It seems your inclination of spelling ruin comes naturally.”
♡ Oh! By the miracle of the Sevens, it seems the damage you did to Vil’s Corona Marvellous or whatever they’re called, is mild. Otherwise, he’d not be letting you off with a mere shoo and one of those signature scowls. Taking his sweet time to inspect the bell-shaped heap with gloved digits, he tuts.
“Hm.”
”..What?”
“Nothing that should be of concern, to you, of course.” He says, reading your mind. “.. These look like they withered long before your weight.” The slope of his brows deepen into a fully-manifested, vexed frown. “Unbelievable! Whoever’s in charge of groundskeeping hasn’t been tending to them properly. Again.”
You blink. “Wait. So I’m not the floral equivalent of a hit-and-run?”
Vil exhales through his nose, already sounding exhausted by your existence. “You flattened perhaps three stems, I’d say that’s hardly catastrophic.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. It was anything but a compliment.”
“Okay, but the Corolla-”
“Convallaria majalis.”
“…Bless you.”
♡ Vil pays you no heed, opting to not dwell on your eccentricity any longer.
“Well. Since you’ve already made yourself part of the issue, you may as well prove useful.” Bells retreat to their home as the male ponders it over his tongue. Something sparkles in those of eyes of his before he straightens with a satisfied hum, glancing over at you.
“ Poor maintenance, trampled soil, half-dead roots…” Vil dusts off his gloves with visible disdain. “Why am I not surprised? Honestly, spud, you have a remarkable ability to entangle yourself in things beyond your understanding. Come along.”
“Wait- where-”
♡ In place of a response, he grabs your hand.
♡ And unlike the feeling you had when Kalim did the same, this one action has chills dancing down your spine. Frigid air pushes your words back in as Vil - suddenly - rotates your wrist, brow quirking. Tipped nails perch upon exposed skin as he momentarily gives you a look.
“Hm. New bracelet?”
“No-”
“You run away from me, yet you’ve no qualm catering to Al-Asim. I suppose he is your housewarden, after all..” Purple coalesces into an inscrutable suit. “But loath as I am to admit, do you realize just how terrible it is to take up so much of the precious time I spare you?”
♡ Huh? Squeezing your eyes open, you realize his focal point is.. a traditional Scalding Sands bracelet - one of the many Kalim had gifted you during his visits. Oh.. shit, you must’ve accidentally put it on rather than-
..“Take up?” you repeat carefully.
Vil stills. For the briefest second, something unreadable crosses his face, then it dissolves.
“Don’t misunderstand.” His grip loosens, though not entirely. “You’re the one repeatedly neglecting your studies. Naturally, the responsibility falls upon me when you fail to meet basic academic standards.”
“Wow,” you mutter. “You almost sounded a little emotional there.”
“I’d sooner drink diluted apple vinegar.”
“Isn’t that, like, healthy?”
Whether he seems apalled or disgusted by you, you can’t place your finger on it. “Why, you... Forget it.”
♡ Before you can formulate a viable escape plan involving perhaps a sudden, career-ending tumble down the nearest staircase, Vil pivots on polished heels and expects you to follow as naturally as one expects ducklings to trail after their mother. Oh, no.
♡ You want to bolt off, hide beneath the benches or do anything, instead- blurs streel your legs forcibly in the wake of his footsteps, and you chew the thick clump of dread down your throat. Glass arches overhead catch the amber spill of drowning afternoon sunlight, drenching Vil in celestial phosphoresence.
♡ Why is it so hard to just.. refuse him? You don’t know. Eyes straining, vision skewed, you try to focus on anything. But the slivers of parted sunlight bend around his frame, the back of his head, and it’s almost as if, painfully so, your attention is tethered towards him.
♡ Hmph! No one should look this gorgeous while actively ruining your life. Which begs the question: where exactly is he taking you?
“Ahh… there you are, Roi du Poison.”
♡ Your soul exits your body.
Vil barely pauses at the interruption, though the minuscule quaver in his brow suggests he’d hoped to avoid this exact scenario. Through the hanging curtains of ivy emerges another Pomefiore student, feathered hat unfurled and eyes glinting beneath panes. Rook - so, your luck has decided you’d do well being hunted for sport.
“Rook,” Vil says flatly, not even turning. “I should’ve known you’d be here.”
“Can a devoted admirer not seek the radiance of his beloved housewarden?” The hunter places a hand dramatically atop his chest. “Cruel, cruel Vil. I merely wished to deliver the pruning records and instead discover a most enchanting tableau.”
When his gaze lands on you, your muscles go rigid, being pinned to a board and encased without mercy. He seems to take pleasure in the way your gaze tries to settle on anything but him. Weirdo.
“Ahh…” The hunter breathes. “So there is our elusive little evader.”
“I’m an evader?” you ask, then chew down your words. Well, you are actively trying to act uninteresting, aren’t you?
“You vanished from Professor Crewel’s classroom through a window last Tuesday, did you not?”
Vil pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t remind me.”
“…Huh, I thought that was last Wednesday. Oh well.”
You don’t question how he knows, how the both of them know. It’d be futile as it is. Miraculously, as if reading your mind (which you’d argue he can), he directs at you a content little smile. “As a hunter observes the rustling of grass, the flight of birds, the trembling of leaves, so too do I observe the habits of those around me.”
Rook circles once around the Convallaria patch, boots silent against the stone path. His sharp gaze skims over the crushed flowers, then the dirt shrouding your weathered sleeves, the bite-rife state of your lips, and the fatigue pulling down your lids into a perpetual scowl. It takes less than three seconds for the both of them to concur on one, concrete agreement.
Vil starts. “I’ve said as much already. They insist on treating their body like an afterthought.”
“Mm.” Rook nods solemnly. “A neglected garden wilts all the same.”
You stare at the both of them. “Oh, cool. So this is an intervention now...”
“Far from it, actually. It would only qualify as an intervention if you intended to listen,” Vil replies smoothly. “You absorb perhaps one sentence out of every five.”
♡ Rook laughs then, rippling across the greenhouse’s feather-light air. It pulls his attention back to you again, unbearably focused.
“The way you shrink whenever attention settles upon you.” Pointing, tipping his head back, Rook croons. “And yet, despite this, attention finds you endlessly. Oh, what a haplessly ardent predicament you’ve found yourself in!”
Before you can recover, Vil abruptly thrusts a pair of gardening gloves against your chest. You stumble, and your belongings kiss the ground, thrown out of your bag. Vil’s left to wonder how such a light nudge could have you one with the ground, bare confusion written over those features before ebbing away with an ahem.
“Since you’ve already ruined my morning, you’ll assist us.”
Your jaw drops. “Us?”
Rook beams. “Bienvenue.”
“Bird Avenue? I dunno what that means.”
“Don’t absorb your setences. For all your resistance,” Vil says with immense satisfaction, “you’re staying right here.”
“Seriously?? Just ask Rook to use his signature spell and track the- ah..” You realize the chances of him setting a mark on the culprit beforehand are slim to none, cinching your lips shut. “Nevermind, but I’m sure we have some sort of camer.... don’t give me that look, please.”
♡ Silence.
♡ You close your eyes shut. Good golly, this is probably about the signature spell bit, isn’t it? Ugh, he’s going to be all up in your face within a minute, demanding you tell him why you know such a thing. This makes room for one more entry in your journal.. and wait, your journal-
♡ As if on cue, you hear papers rustle.
♡ “Interesting.”
♡ Double trouble.
“So this is where your prowess lies. Story-writing?”
Though he tries his best to pull his brows together, there’s a little glister in his eyes. A relieved one, a midlly proud one, a..
“How original.”
♡ Your Scarabia room is really, really bland. That’s the first thing you notice. In the middle of your bed is a journal you exert all your pent-up vexation and guides in - and in a shelf by the side, you keep your belongings (which are, admittedly, lessening by the second. You’ve no clue whose wreaking havoc upon them. You have absolutely no idea who's responsible. Frankly, you're too tired to investigate, and if somebody wishes to steal your half-finished notes and collection of mediocre pens, then they deserve whatever curse comes with them.) Tomorrow is a new day, and judging by your luck, tomorrow Yuu will probably discover your class schedule, blood type and favorite brand of toothpaste.
♡ You sling your bag at the bed when you enter your cave of hiding.
♡ As you dive face-first into the mattress, you ponder on today’s events. Jade Leech has officially stood you up - there’s been no sign of him at all. He does not deign to loiter beside your class after its conclusion, he does not show up to your club (though you know, somewhere, he’s still fixating on his hobby without you). Your plans have gone awry, haywire and well...
♡ You don’t need another anomaly.
♡ Right on cue, knuckles rap against your door. Knock. Knock. Knock. Your housewarden’s airy voice bursts in:
"Hey! Are you awake?"
Even if you were, with the sheer volume of his voice, you'd be forced to come to. You groan- delving deeper into the plush mattress. If you were to pretend to be dead right now, you’d be steered clear of this burden. Fatigue coaxes your lids down, spots gyrating in your vision - but with another knock, Kalim shoves you off balance.
“You wouldn't happen to know why Yuu was wandering around Scarabia asking strangers what toothpaste you use, right?”
As falsely naive as Kalim seems, you quickly find out he knows just the right way to usher you out. Ripping the barrier between you open, he greets you with his ritualistic smile. “Aha!”
“Housewarden.”
♡ This is the first time you’ve had anyone over, and this is also the last. Seeing him without his sullen retainer is a novel sight, but to dissuade you from the anomaly, he places a basket of fruits in front of you.
♡ Well, there you go. Your arms now teem with different colours and hues - but you don’t tell him to leave, because well..
“Anyway, I brought fruit.”
“Thank you. You can leave now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you've already delivered the fruit.”
“But we haven't hung out yet.”
“Close the door on your way out-- wait, what? Why?”
♡ After your little opportunistic venture, you doubt he’d listen to you so easily, and you don’t particularly want him to leave as well. Those pouches and jewellery he gifted you have all gone missing, and.. well, you'd be lying if you said you didn’t want him to compensate the loss.
♡ Inviting him in as per hospitable custom, he makes himself at home quite easily. You don’t know what you’re doing, you have a whole Housewarden in your room - albeit he did mention something related to friendship.. you suppose you have no complaint here, then - (except one related to the fact he’s in the middle of an excuse for a room while donning his sleepwear. He looks so out of place it’s actually shameful.)
“Oh, man!” He gives a bright laugh. You stand near, not wanting to admit you’re awaiting his approval. “I sat on the bed and the frame nearly fell through!”
“Oh...”
Kalim laughs again, bright and unbothered. "Sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way. It just surprised me."
He gives the bed frame an experimental shake. The bed responds with an alarming creak, and you wince. It doesn’t do that when you lay on it, in your defense.
"There it is again."
"Don't."
You don't understand why he's so amused, your room isn't funny, it’s a room. A rather miserable, downtrodden room, perhaps, but still a room. Instead of criticizing it further, however, Kalim cranes his neck around, taking in the sparse shelves and barren walls.
“Huh.”
You brace yourself. “Huh?”
"It's kind of nice. It looks like someone forgot to move in, but I think that’s where its charm lies, y’know?” He points at your empty shelf. “There’s practically nothing stored there! It must be so easy to access whatever you need.”
“There’s nothing I need.”
♡ Somehow, your very loud exchange has, inevitably, amassed the scrutiny of yet another boy, and there he is, door opening, posture taut in the entry. This is arguably the first time you’ve ever seen Jamil in his sleepwear, and with his long tresses trickling down his shoulders in mild disarray, you get the feeling you’ve woken him up from his sweet slumber. As if you haven’t already garnered enough of his dislike, the universe still manages to blindside you with more.
“Kalim.”
“Jamil!”
“How many times do I have to tell you to-”
Though, you suppose Kalim didn’t intend for it to come out as such, the way it was worded seems to inevitably grab Jamil’s compliance. You don’t miss the way he stares at you, though, completely and utterly aware that misery will bring its company. Reluctance brews itself upon the tip of his tongue, and he wants to refuse, you can tell. At one point, he may have tried to veil it beneath his usual exterior, but now, after a most unexpected turn of events, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know, so what’s the point in putting up a façade?
“Come!” Kalim makes space on your bed, mind you. Your bed. “Loosen up a little, and play with us.”
Oh, no. You do not need this right now.
He trudges in, a breath of incredulity blooming in the air before he lowers himself to your level. Seated comfortably, he tries to get a good look at your surroundings.
At one point, his gaze lands straight on your journal. But before he can comment on it, you let a hand jut forward and snatch it away just as quickly. Now, he’s eyeing you openly, tenfold the usual suspicion he has.
“I’m surprised you’re awake at this hour.” He deadpans when you point at the fellow white-haired culprit. “I’m talking about you, not Kalim. Given his track record of doing the same, he doesn’t rouse as much disbelief as..” He pauses for a moment. “You.”
You droop. “I sleep when I can.”
“Ah, well, that explains nothing.”
“You're welcome.”
“No need for the formalities,” A crease in his brows as he looks at you, lips jolting. “For what it’s worth, I was expecting that answer.”
♡ Five minutes later, the board is spread between the three of you. You still aren’t entirely certain how this happened. One moment you were trying to sleep, and the next you’re participating in what appears to be an ancient strategic game involving polished stones. Eyes combing through its structure and language, it appears to be a Scalding Sands tradition, and with the way they both speak of it, dwelling in the past and mulling the game over their tongues, you realize they’re already familiar with it.
“Remember when we played this when we were kids? Huh, Jamil?”
“Yes. I remember you taking up half the pieces.”
♡ Kalim explains the rules, he then explains them again, then gets distracted halfway through his own explanation when you pester him with another question. Jamil finishes it for him - though, and even now, he has yet to relinquish that look in his eyes, that look, rife with wariness, caution and the feeling that he’s treading very, very carefully with you. Jeez, he probably thinks you have some sort of Kalim-assassination or tax fraud plan cooked up in that head of yours. Which you do. Just not as severely.
“You need to protect your centre, that's your only objective. Do you understand it now?”
“Sure do.”
♡ Anyways, three rounds later, you've somehow managed to eliminate your own piece. Jamil stares, Kalim stares, and you crane your neck at them.
“What?”
“You took your own piece.”
“It was in the way.”
“It was your strongest piece.”
“Soo? It was still in my way.” Despondently, you caress the stony object. “Oh, well, if you insist, Jamil, then its sacrifice shall be remembered.”
An eye roll. “..By who?”
“Me, who else?”
Jamil pinches the bridge of his nose, but just when you think he’ll respond in that quietness, he supplies. “I don’t think I've ever seen someone lose a game quite like this.”
“Yeah, well, you’re letting Kalim win every time, so I think I have a reason.”
He lets you go with an indecipherable look on his face, and you spend the night dealing with it, in your mind, in your memory, in your thoughts.
How predictably unpredictable.
♡ “Didja’ know?”
♡ You try to rub away the fatigue in your eyes.
“Know what?”
♡ Currently, you're trying to focus on the work at hand. Pen scribbling lines regarding history, you desperately try to ignore Ruggie Bucchi, but to no avail. Whenever you do so much as lean back, he tips his chair back and replicates the motion until you’re forced to give him a sliver of your attention. That gets him going, it seems.
♡ Apparently, waking up first and foremost - earlier than Jamil, surprisingly - and realizing that having two boys dead asleep on top of you was not ideal if you were looking for some sort of salvation. You’re not even sure what had happened that led to Jamil, of all people, knuckling under sleep and forsaking that strict demeanor. It seems atypical, atleast for him, but what’s more atypical is that you’d spent another hour trying to tip-toe around your room, lest you wake them up and cause them to actually remember you in the room with them. Ah, if you stretch, you can still feel the soreness in your limbs. Only the deities who sent you here would know how you even managed to breathe with that load on you.
♡ What’s good, though, is that you seem to have taken your mind off of Jade completely. Like a leech had he plagued your mind, now you like to think he’s an afterthought, and a bygone memory that served his purpose and left when he lost interest. Hah.. you’re finally, finally improving. You’re finally..
“Eh? Didn't ya know? Vil's been askin' around Octavinelle about ya. Somethin' about gettin' you to switch clubs, I think. Heh, maybe that's just the rumor mill talkin', though. Shishishi...”
“Mm- wait-”
♡ What.
“WHAT?!”
♡ The entire class looks at you now. Grumbling beneath their breaths, and with Professor Trein giving you the most scorching scowl known to man, you’re compelled into quietening down, but not allowing the cold knot in your stomach to simmer, nor the rapid staccatos of your pulse. This time, you willingly lean into Ruggie. Vil? Granted, he did see your.. journal work, but him going as far as to head to Octavinelle to strike a deal with them? It didn’t seem so far-fetched given the circumstances, but at that time, he'd tried his best to appear staid and unaffected by your entries. This.. this is bad, bad news. If Vil succeeds, then - you’re destined for failure.
♡ If Vil succeeds, then you are the failure.
“Who- where’d you hear that from?” You gawk, perspiration roving down your nape, pen abandoned. You don’t know what to say. Your heart is beating.
♡ Ah, what a dumb question. Ruggie is known to work odd jobs, it’d make sense he’d catch sight of Vil, of all people, amid the Mostro Lounge crowd during his shift. But really, Vil? Stooping so low as to seek Azul’s help?
♡ What even was in that journal? A few scribbles about Twisted Hearts, and the usual jargon.. nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that would ultimately catch his interest. You hadn't even focused on it that much yourself, nor did you mention names, even if someone did manage to get their hands on it, you thought they’d just call you absolutely maniacal and do away with it.
♡ And you, stooping so low as to seek Ruggie’s help?
“You have to help me.”
“Whoa, hold it right there.” His lips pull into a moue, hands tugging at his tie from where you’d absent-mindedly rendered it askew. “ Remember all those times I asked, and ya told me to mind my own business? Why'do I go and help ya now?”
“I-”
“Besides, I got a pretty sweet side gig at the Mostro Lounge. If I stick my neck out for ya, who's gonna make up the difference, huh?”
He grins, teeth on display.
“Now, if you've got somethin' worth tradin', that's a whole different story. Shishishi.”
♡ Worth trading? You haven't got anything, you..are a lost cause. Your room is laughable, your grades are despicable, the company you keep is non-existent, and your pockets.. Ah.
“I can give you anything you want.”
A gleam in your eyes, your hands form a bridge to let your chin perch upon. The brightness that you’d once lost reclaims its reign over your face, and if this world were any more ridiculous, you are certain he would see a lightbulb forming over your head.
“Now we’re talkin’.”
“Anything. I have access to Kalim’s bank account. Trust me.”
content ; twisted wonderland x persona!reader, crackfic treated seriously, angst (literally just the start), anime & game dialogue, prologue/mentions of end of book 1.
a/n ; very late chapter... i was actually meant to publish this before the start of june since i started it may 23rd, i take a bit when mixing the anime/game/novel together so i hope next chapter wont take that long 😭
banner credit ; @/IntoxicxtedHoe on wattpad
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you still wonder how you got in this situation; your two first year friends hugging you tightly with a dire beast down at your feet—tears pricking from their eyes and your gun-like evoker having already fallen onto the grass, mixing into the mess of a garden from the fight that occurred just moments earlier.
"we thought you were going to die, you idiot!" ace shouted, his voice cracking at the end whilst tightening his grip on you.
it all started when you were clearing a floor in mementos, doing your usual patrol when evading or fighting whatever shadows that lurked down there, though, some weird carriage-shadow with horses came out from one of those portal things, and you blacked out right after—waking up to pitch black nothingness and already crammed into a small space, though you could feel your evoked safely tucked in the secret holster under your uniform. did that thing seriously knock you out?
your eyes slowly opened, and all you did was try hit whatever was in front of you, trying to get out of this cramped whatever you were in... which knocked it down to the ground! and, well, you too—now toppled down onto the floor alongside a coffin shaped lid, standing up quickly before looking around and noticing the huge group of people in robes (for some reason were shocked from your action) , but were you really stuffed in a coffin?!
mumbles sprouted across the assembly hall, murmuring to each other about the unexpectedness, "hey, what gives? no one comes through the gate on their own."
"ridiculous, is this some kind of joke?" some guy with glasses spoke, sweating at the scene in front of him.
where the hell were you? not even 10 minutes ago were you in mementos; what even happened that got you here? all you could do was look around the place, trying to stay calm as you assessed the situation, which wasnt long before someone spoke up in the silence: a man with a crow mask, and a key shaped staff with 'raven' engraved as the key bitting, "goodness me! it is unheard of for a student to emerge from the gate unbidden," his hand raised towards you whilst he walked closer, "what a terribly impatient person you must be. i mean, really."
"excuse me?! who are you weirdos, and why did you bring me here? i want answers now!" your voice raised, getting into a defensive position, and your hand slowly moved closer to where your evoker was hidden.
"why, you ask? because you were chosen, of course." now what did that mean. chosen for what? "hmm.. it would appear your mind is somewhat hazy, yet likely due to the effects of time-space teleportation."
what.
"time-space teleportation... uh, huh?"
"yes, it has been known to happen, i sense confusion," the masked man's hand moved towards his chest, and his voice grew louder, "well, fear not, kindhearted crowley will explain. welcome, dear student, to night raven college, this is the most prestigious arcane academy in all of twisted wonderland! fledgling mages are chosen from across the world for their rare and exceptional talents, and are brought here to hone them under our careful tutelage. students are assessed and divided by their spiritual attributes into one of seven houses modelled on the great seven. there, they live and work and study alongside their peers."
honestly, you kind of just tuned him out, only listening to the possibly important parts: what his name was and where you were at, you couldnt really care less about the school's (or well, college if he'd get on your case) history.
"you are here today because the dark mirror recognised in you a particular aptitude for magic. congratulations. do you not recall being visited by a black carriage carrying the gate that brought you here?" your mind wondered back to the mysterious 'shadow' that rammed into you—so thats what that thing was!
"now, that ought to be enough explanation for the time being, yes?" crowley continued on, now facing the crowd, "we have our final student, everyone! let us regain our composure and being the orientation." his back turned towards you as he walked away, though you quickly interrupted the small interval of quietness.
"h-hey wait! look, youve probably got the wrong person," a small scoff left your mouth when crowley kept walking away, and you spoke up to get his attention, "i dont even know how to use magic!"
well... that did it at least.
crowley's body soon stopped right after you said that, turning around and questioning what you just said—the crowd muttering to each other about your statement.
"did they say they cant use magic?"
"yeah. what is that about?"
"and besides, i have something very important to take care," mementos... making sure you eliminate any more shadows that came from distorted hearts, "so if you'll excuse me." your hand reached out to collect your bag that was surprisingly inside the coffin, and started walking to the door.
"come back here. a student refusing their admission is unheard of! well, if you would just remain calm—" you continued to ignore him and kept walking towards the entrance, what a mess... "halt! stop right there! i will not allow you to refuse your enrollment."
"i obviously dont belong here."
"oh, yeah? well this is where i come in!" something crashed into one of the main windows, the glass shattering into a plethora of shards, glimmering prettily beneath the bluish light. a cat-thing with azure-coloured flaming ears jumped in, standing on two legs and spoke, "sorry for eavesdropping, but ive got something to say.people from all over are dying to get into this school, so if you dont wanna be here, then hand over your spot to the great and wonderful me!"
no but what is actually going on...???
the conversation continued, with you slowly scooting backwards from the two, crowley questioning the not-cat and him calling himself 'the illustrious grim', laughing surrounding the three of you when he declared he was destined for extraordinary magehood, teasing how he couldnt and should just return to wherever he came from; grim shouting in anger and summoning fire from his breath, and blowing it across the ground.
chaos ensued with bright blue flames spreading all across the room, panicking students rushing to the entrance and screaming as they hurriedly tried to leave, blocking the way for each other in a disorderly manner. many of their robes caught on fire whilst the monster cat spewed more out of his mouth, destroying a nearby light and cinders forming at the ends of the carpet—burning more in the few seconds.
you sped towards the door, crowding around like the other students but focusing on helping them leave safely, looking towards a red-haired boy who walked past the flames and closer to the monster cat; an angry scowl painted over his face.
'huh? what the hell's he doing?' you thought, i mean seriously, why would you go towards the danger? or he's just overpowered and can defend himself, maybe you shouldnt involve yourself with the two but standby just in case! with your evoker in hand!— and then he just 'beheaded' that cat thing... never mind, but he also spouted some random sentence to get that spell to work; it vaguely sounded like something you know—though everythings still a little fuzzy from what just happened in, like, 20 minutes.
crowley picked grim up from the fancy, heart-shaped collar and spoke about his 'kindness' of not turning him into dinner an instead expelling it, asking someone to take it away instead, to which got handed to by a poor nearby student who walked off, grim screaming about how he'll go down in magic history.
"i kind of feel sorry for him." your eyes wandered to the door the everyone was just at (and where the student with grim left), quietly speaking up—you didnt really care what he was or why it had reasons for coming here, his ambitions were strong and you deeply resonated with him to never give up on your dreams.
"well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. i hereby declare that orientation has concluded," wow. moving on just like that? "housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms." okay but seriously, does he really not care about what happened a few seconds ago.
he then spoke about some malleus draconia guy, some students ( youd like to say a few were their dorms housewardens from their looks ) spoke with each other, a boy with red eyes wondering if anybody inviting him—how could they even forget a hosuewarden, arent they important? some lingering pupils gossiped about him, and a short guy with pink highlights and a surprisingly deep voice told whoever was assigned the diasomnia dorm ought to follow him.
crowley moved closer to you, your attention focusing towards his words, "I'm afraid that you will not be attending night raven college after all. surely you realize that i cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy. but worry not. the dark mirror will see you safely home," he pointed towards the floating mirror, silently ordering you to proceed closer, "now, step into the gate, and visualize the place you whence you came."
earth, your home world. would you really go back that quickly, or was there a twist that occurred during your time being unconscious from mementos to the time you appeared in the coffin?
"o dark mirror, return this soul to where it belongs!" no response came from the magical mirror, and crowley awkwardly cleared his throat, "l-let us, er... try this again. o dark mirror! return this soul—"
"there is no such place."
...huh? "what?"
"there is no place in this world where this soul belongs. none." okay, is this a joke??? what kind of mirror can this be to take you from your home world but not give you back? even the headmage wondered what was going on, asking 'what land do you hail?' (read: what country were you from), to which you replied with said country—getting a troubled look from him, well, all you do see from the bottom half of his face as he still had that unfashionable mask on.
apparently he knew the places of if not every then most students origins, just not yours, which disappointed you greatly it was visible on your face to crowleys dismay, making up an excuse to go search for it in the library, if there was even a book on it.
to your (not) surprise, there were none. he questioned if you were lying but it still seemed too weird to lie about with how you acted, offering to ask if you had any identification in your bag—passing him your school id the next second, the school name nor the language it had clicked in his mind, it was the same with how you spoke; it was obvious you had an accent of some kind—was any kind of unknown magic auto-translating your language too?
"well, this is quite the predicament. i cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy. and yet, as an educator, i am loath to expel a young person without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact their guardian..."
'okay but can he stop yapping?' you tuned his voice out (again), not bothering about his stupid academy—you just wanted to go home, and if you cant then probably just hide out in mementos, although that is if there is one here. he spoke about a vacant, old building on the campus that used to be a dorm, offering to escort you there whilst trying to investigate how to get you home in the meantime... to which you obliged having nothing else to do.
...wow. how delightful. your new sleeping place was in shambles, barely holding on, and looked like an abandoned haunted house from those theme parks. the headmage walked out soon after, telling he'd do some research (although you highly doubt that so you stored to do that in your own time later), and to not wander around the campus, talking about how you could do that tomorrow morning since he 'hired' you to do odd jobs around the school—giving you the key to the dormitory and a spare uniform and bedclothes beforehand.
it wasnt that hard to find a decent room to sleep in, as they all were about the same amount of abandoned, tidying it and dusting off the bed that was (probably) still usable, though your motivation was horribly lacking at the start, only wanting to sleep and wake up from this weird dream—could you even find a way home after all of this?
your eyes slowly opened, the blinding lights shimmering through a slightly cracked window had made you groan and press your head down against the mattress; crowley didnt even bother giving you a pillow so you had to make do with blankets instead. you wonder if he actually cares for his students or the schools reputation more.
getting up and taking a shower was a good choice, except the shower heads didnt work that well and only had cold water running, electricity barely working too. that was the first thing on your list to fix when you get whatever currency this world has to offer—grabbing your clothing and changing into the uniform, instead using your own dress shirt to hide your evoker, who knows when you might need it? this world might not be as safe as it seems anyway.
the ghosts in your dorm (you kind of just ignored them yesterday, already knocked out on the bed before they could tease you or the like) told you that crowley sent a message to go clean up main street, having to rush out whilst grabbing your supplies as it was a bit late in the morning. at least you wont have any lessons since youre not a student here.
passing by a number of buildings, you eventually reached a wide road made of cobblestone: it seemed to follow down farther along, and was big enough for crowds of people to fit in, seven stone statues lined up at the sides, with four on the left and three on the right; they were clearly cared for as all were cleaned but still had that old aura that surrounded them. wait a second, werent they reminiscent of those villains from your childhood shows? did they worship them or what?
"...what is this?" you stared at the queen of hearts statue, hers was the only one decorated with something at the bottom of their feet, and she had a smile on her lips, one hand holding part of her dress and the other holding a heart shaped object.
out of nowhere, some guy spoke up behind you: he had a red heart painted over his left eye and fluffy orange hair that flipped at the blueish ends, he was either the same age or a bit older than you with how he looked—a smile was etched onto his face.
Thank you so much for the tag!!! @istillhaventpickedausername
Rules: Make a poll with seven of your all time favorite characters from seven different fandoms, and then tag seven people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.
Who's your favorite?
Silver Vanrouge (Twst)
Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)
Kiriyama Rei (Sangatsu no Lion)
Cole (Ninjago)
Maul (Star Wars)
Verso Dessendre (Clair Obscur)
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
Remaining time: 6 hours 40 minutes
NPT: @ninjaaa-go @darknessyournewfriend
I don't have seven people to tag 😅 so if anyone else thinks this sounds fun, go for it!
a story between you, a persona user, getting transmigrated into twisted wonderland after a strange 'shadow' appeared in mementos!
banner credits go to @/IntoxicxtedHoe on wattpad, please show her some appreciation for offering to help me with the banner <3 shes an amazing writer and her graphics are incredible ! ^^
this is a twst x gn!reader, who uses an evoker instead of the usual mask—mainly being a crackfic treated seriously, angst, fluff and the like; strictly no smut. it will have a mix of the anime (parts of the prologue), game and novel, and references to persona 5 royal.
reader is not associated with the phantom thieves and i might not write in a way that pleases everyone so im sorry if my writing disappoints you ! do not leave hate comments and just scroll past my work.
this series will probably take a lot of time to complete as im a student and vv busy irl so please dont rush me ! i also have very low motivation doing these types of things although i do wish i could at least complete some of it so my inital idea wont be futile ^^;
⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓦e all know how nice and sweet Yuu is, and how people tend to bully them, but how about we bring in hater! Reader who gets defensive over Yuu? *evil laughter*
Yuu gets teased as much as a nerd in a typical hughschool musical, and that is everyday, sometimes by their own friends, and sometimes by their classmates. However, you are sick and tired of seeing them getting trampled on. So you turned the game on them and get personal. Very personal.
Ace pouted as he begged Yuu again to help him take the collar of his housewarden off. But he did it in a way that ticked you off, and as the prefect's trusted friend, you were gonna clap back for their sake.
"C'mon Yuu... " the silence indicated that he was gonna say something outrageous "y'know you wouldn't really be the 'beast tamer' without us helping the overblots y'know?" Another silence that nailed the coffin "you're kinda useless without our help" then the silence that made him realize that you were there, with them, seeing this whole thing play out.
Yuu can sense your diss from a mile away. They opened their mouth to dismiss his words and say something selfless. However you held your hand up to shut them up, and they obliged.
"Excuse me?"
Ace chuckled awkwardly, sensing the chaos that was about to play out if he doesn't back out now, "I-I mean-" "no, no I heard you the first time"
Silence once again, "say that again with a full chest, and look into my eyes"
Ace was cooked, very, very cooked.
"Ace... The prefect has been battling fighting overblots left and right that they might as well have a world record." Oh dear "You have been nothing but a deadbeat profiting off of their kindness and the least you can do, is be their friend" you pointed at him "you think you deserve them? You think that you can just use them for entertainment?" You smiled "I think you must've forgotten how they helped you from getting killed by your housewarden, I think that you must've forgotten that if not for them, your dorm will not be as safe as now" then you folded your hands on your lap "so stop being a selfish asshole and fix your own problems" you glanced at the surprised Yuu "and stop dragging your friends down with you"
Spoilers: Ace got very quiet and didn't bother Yuu as much after that, also, he also got very tense around you. Deuce caught wind of that through Grim (he was listening from the other side of the room) and he also acted weird around you.
Which is funny to Yuu's perspective, because you're not evil, you don't even get personal; you don't care if someone insults you, but you're just very protective of your friends, yes including the first years, even though the first years might not... Really see it because they've been victims of your verbal attacks more than once.
You think the overblots are safe? Oh no. In fact, they're the common victims of your verbal attacks that almost all of them tense up when you arrive.
The people who are said victims are: Azul, (very first, sorry Azul, I'm petty, not nice) Leona, (lol) Ace, Riddle, Vil, Epel, Sebek, Idia, and Jack. These are not always the frequent victims, but you have struck a very personal bone in their body that their body tense up in defense. Are you sorry? No, Yuu deserved better, so no regrets there.
Azul was actually kinda funny because you got so personal, that he's unnaturally polite to you, and Yuu out of trauma (I am not holding back in insults, I hate him for what he did to Yuu)
"Azul. You are the most capable and intelligent person in this campus, it pains me to say this— but unless you start having self respect to yourself and see value in yourself, you'll always be reduced to a scammer in the ocean. So stop terrorizing Yuu or else I'll show you why you'll never be the better version of your past self"
He thinks about that frequently.
Your spitefulness even got to Malleus for fucks sake! Even Lilia was taken aback from your uhm... Speach lol.
I'll probably make a oneshot about this because it's so fun to write a spiteful person and getting to criticize the twst cast— despite being a fan of them.
𝗔/𝗻: BEFORE YOU ALL SAY I'M A HATER NO I'M NOTTTT 😭 I don't hate them, I just dislike them because people seem to forget that they have flaws, they have toxic traits— AND I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING THAT I WON'T CRITICIZE THEM ‼️‼️ I actually really like their character, but, lets all be honest, if we were in Yuu's place we would be spiteful and hateful. So let's all clap Yuu for being patient. ALSO I DON'T REGRET WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY IN AN EXTENDED ONESHOT OF THIS AND IN THIS DRABBLE-
Hi I was wondering if you could write Twst head cannon with the second years with the plot being if their crush (aka us) made them matching bracelets, it can be GN, Please and thank you!!
Double my Love for you!
GN!Reader x Second years
Situation/Scenario:
Your with your close friend and gift him a bracelet matching to yours. How lovely no?
[I feel like I wrote bad here. Everything proof read by my pookies in @rotten-despair discord server. Its really cool there join🫶]
Riddle Rosehearts
He adored being your friend. Whenever you invited him he felt so loved about the thought that you wanted to include him.
It was better than any tart he ate. The feeling was so warm inside him.
He wasnt to rough on you if you broke a rule, much more adored it when you rememberd one around him.
He made you study papers and even helped you memorize it whenever he could. Giving you tips at every corner you struggle to take.
Giving him a matching bracelet to yours was a whole new feeling to him.
He felt like wanting to frame it and hang it up but at the same time wanting to wear it all the time.
He wore it everyday, admiring it in class and in bed before going to sleep. It was his motivation for any bad day.
If the bracelet ever broke he would frame it believe me.
Azul Ashengrotto
It was a strange experience for him. He thought being friends with you would remove these feelings.
But they just got louder and even more warm inside him.
He wanted to deny it so bad but he just felt the pull towards you even more.
Whenever you visited mostro lounge he even gave you a free drink.
FROM HIM.
So when you gave him that matching bracelet something in his brain clicked.
He stopped denying his feelings and went full out.
Offering you free food sometimes and inviting you more often over.
He loved the bracelet so much but he stored it away safely in a vault and looks at it everyday in there.
He doesnt want it to break.
Jade Leech
This guy adored your friendship. Teasing you whenever he could with that composed face.
It was a headache but that you didnt mind it made him love you oh so much more.
He was always close to you when he could and made sure you were feeling well beside that he ragebaited you.
His feelings were burning inside him for you. He just wanted to throw this raging flame of love at you.
The matching bracelet you got for him just made these feelings triple the size.
He wore it everyday and only took it off at night or during vargas classes.
Whenever you visited mostro lounge he made your meals always a little bigger than intended on the menu. Your drinks a little more filled than others.
Always looking at the bracelet while working or at school.
(He might or might have not gave floyd the fault for the amount of supplies being used in the mostro lounge)
Floyd Leech
It was all really fun for him. Wherever you went he went. He never felt bored around you no matter what you did.
You could do homework and he would feel delighted to watch you.
This friendship ment a lot to him and he didnt really hide his crush on you.
Just giving hints and never saying something.
Hugging you tight and licking your hand as joke which he found was a real pleasant feeling.
Receiving that bracelet from you was the greatest day of his. He felt good for the rest of the week. Looking at the bracelet whenever he could and when he threw mean customers out he smiled seeing that bracelet at his wrist.
When it broke while throwing a customer out he immedeatly went to you to fix it or make a new one.
He definetly makes sure you come visit him at mostro lounge and uses his employee card for you.
Which you do not know of my dear.
Kalim Al Asim
His heart felt like a forever on continuing parade. With firework and drums in his heart.
He loved being near you and invited you to anything he could.
Sleepovers and study nights were his favorites.
He felt so happy and calm. He just adored the feeling of being with you.
Going out with you and buying you anything you wanted was his favorite thing to do.
So when you got him that bracelet that matches with yours he immedeatly asked around for someone to teach him how to do bracelettes.
He really wanted to give you one to.
He loved you so much so when wearing both of these bracelettes he felt so deeply happy and loved.
Jamil Viper
It was a real privilege being his friend. Even more that he loved you so much.
He made sure you ate enough and took mental notes of what you liked and did not.
Whenever you mentioned being tired or to lazy to do something in class, he took notes for you secretly and complains about your behaviour but he did not mind really.
He loved seeing you work with his notes so when he received that bracelet to match yours.
He was starstruck.
Jamil started to complain lesser and started to also follow your nutrition in your meals making sure you didnt miss a bit.
He only took off the bracelet when he was cooking or sleeping. Yet it was always somewhere near for his eye to directly catch.
Ruggie Bucchi
This was a real deal.
Ruggie sharing his food with you from time to time was already rare to see with others.
You knew it was something special he only does for you and those he calls family or very close to him.
Whenever he was free from Leona, he was with you hanging out, complaining about what Leona made him do at the day.
He loved that you just listened which made his heart really swell up.
So getting that matching bracelet for him was the real deal.
He felt like he got a plate of donuts for his birthday.
He made sure it was very secure on his wrist so it didn't break.
Taking it off for spell drive practice and holding it close in his sleep.
Ruggie loved the bracelet and had it always close no matter what.
Silver Vanrouge
He adored being your friend and always made sure to give you space.
He didnt wanna hang around you too much and seem clingy or annoying.
He thought about you all day and night even in his dreams.
He didnt want to spoil you too much but he just loved carrying your stuff and helping you out wherever needed.
Silver loved you dearly and getting such a bracelet from you that matched yours?
He started daydreaming about you while looking at the bracelet. He wore it all the time even when riding.
Keeping it close to him, his heart.
His heart was all yours after this gift.
So yea my requests are closed who would have guessed that...I suddenly got so many I was shocked. They will open as soon as I have all my requests done.
My tag #nobodysservants work of fiction
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(Even if my comissions are closed feel free to dm me I am always open for ideas to write down)
imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
A bit of a warning there is angst and implied tragedy as well as blood
Flowers were a rather unique form of life. When flowers spread their seeds, they could grow anywhere once they settle their roots in. In sidewalks, on buildings, in trees. As long as they received the right amount of care and sunlight, they would grow. Persistent and full of perseverance to continue on, their colored blossoms always looking towards the sun. Flowers were indeed in a league of their own, so perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising what occurred. Staring at the beautiful petals mixed with that dreaded crimson shade in his palm, Rook recalled the moment he'd realized that he was doomed. When those seeds took root in his heart. The moment when you had inevitably planted those seeds.
He'd noticed you from afar at first. Heard the whispers that accompanied your presence and the way you'd helped out the different dorms. Had seen the way your friends would look at you with fond expressions. However you'd truly came under his radar during the talent competition and when you'd helped Vil. Peaking his curiosity even more during those months. However the moment that you'd truly taken his heart had been during the Styx incident. He'd been injured having protected you from one of those overblot monsters. Your small group having finally seeking peace in a safe room. Vil and Epel had fallen asleep, the two leaning against one another. You on the other hand were wide awake, your all seeing gaze on him. You seemed be debating something to yourself before your voice, soft and demanding to be listened too called his name.
"Rook.....sit. Let me see your arm please."
That had been the request from you, to allow you to help him. Rook recalled trying to brush that concern of yours off, not wishing for you to worry over him. Yet it was down there in the dark that he'd learned how stubborn you could be. As well as learned just how gentle your touch was. Your hands treating him tenderly as you bandaged him up. It was here in that moment that those seeds took root, deep within his heart. A feeling, budding deep within his chest as he felt his heart do something funny at your care and kindness. It was innocent after that, an admiration that he began to habor for you after that moment. However like a morning glory greeting the morning dawn's rays, that innocent admiration grew into something deeper. Digging itself more into his heart. Before he realized it, he found himself attuned to everything about you. Your smile, bright like the morning sun. Your laughter that chimed melodiously, your eyes that shimmered like stars. Your voice, soft and sweet like a robin's in a forest during spring. Every little thing about you, he noticed it. From your happiness to your sorrows to your frustrations. More and more you slowly wormed your way deeper in his heart. Spreading your roots to bring more flowers of affection from him.
Which made everything hurt more deeper than it would have in the beginning. The image of you with Leona haunted him, the two of you closer than most should be. It was the scene that he'd stumbled upon in the gardens that had caused the outcome of his current predicament. The beginning of the blooms that began to grow within his lungs, the petals and blood that he'd began to cough up. Petals and blossoms that he'd become quite familiar with.
Chrysanthemums, lavenders, lisianthus. All dyed a dull, rusted crimson. All coughed up into his hands. All pointing to the one thing he knew yet was afraid to say out loud. For saying it out loud made everything he experienced real. That the pain he felt as he coughed and choked on these beautiful blossoms whenever he saw you with Leona, was all because of one thing.
Him being in love with you.
You had stolen his heart unknowingly, and in its wake have began to grow a garden of flowers within his chest. Blissfully unaware that it was both in a metaphorical and literal sense. From the moment you called his name gently in the dark, his fate was sealed. His heart was yours, and it would carry those beautiful, deadly flowers with it. For you see, even though he was afraid to say it out loud, even though he suffered every time he spoke to you or saw you with Leona, he wouldn't tell you about these flowers that were killing him. Not when you smiled so carefree and warm, not when you bloomed with happiness being around the Savanaclaw dorm leader. Your happiness for him was worth more than the risk. So he'd tend to the flower garden in his heart, quietly and diligently letting those flowers grow. Even at the expense of his own life.
If it might that you'd be happy and remain with a smile on your beloved face, he'd take it with him to the grave. A beautiful tragedy that was bound to happen to one such as him. Rook Hunt, who felt too deeply and who loved you with everything he had. Who died everytime he saw you with someone else, yet who smiled at seeing your happiness thrive. Even if it wasn't with him. Thinking about it all he felt that familiar stinging in his chest followed by that powerful urge to cough. Pulling him back to the present moment, his bloodied hand covering his mouth once more as he hacked and choked. The taste and scent of flora clogging his airways. It was getting worse he knew this. He knew it was only a matter of time before eventually those beautiful flowers would kill him. Yet he didn't acknowledge it. Not when it was a risk to you possibly being happy, even though he'd never be the cause of said happiness.
Once the coughing fit passed, Rook pulled out his handkerchief to clean himself up. Green eyes scanning half heartedly to see if anyone saw. Missing the very person who was unintentionally causing his suffering. You watched as he walked away, your heart twisting at the sight of him in pain. Rook disappeared from sight, most likely to go see Vil. You went to go follow him when you felt your throat itch. With a cough you covered your mouth, hiding the thing coming out of it. Once your episode passed you looked down at your hand and let out a shaky breath at the sight that greeted you.
Baby’s breath, camellias, and jasmine.
Beautiful flowers. All because of the man who walked away to go see Vil. All because you would never be him.
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An author's note! Here's the meaning of the flowers! Rooks flowers in order mean!
Faithfulness, devotion and admiration, and lifelong love.
While the reader's flowers in order mean!
Everlasting love, longing for you, and sweet love.
Part 9! One more card to go I can feel my shackles being removed... Working with pastel colors isn't for the weak and clearly not for me. Also who ever decided that Kalim should have all these tiny little details, sleep with one eye open.
You go a lot to mostro lounge and love floyds service. Floyd is oblivious to your love and hints.
[Got this idea when I was thinking about VIP service in mostro lounge]
It was so obvious to everyone how you stared at him. Even the other waiters started to send him to you.
When floyd first got a tip from you he gave you a pat on the head and a shiver giving whisper to your ears.
He took the tip happily and just left.
After that you visited daily.
Always giving floyd a tip made him attached to you without noticing.
He started greeting you when you came inside the lounge guiding you to your regular seat.
He even started memorizing what you order every time you visited.
He has never done that in his whole life as server.
You on the other hand enjoyed it to the fullest and even started to ask him to give you special treatment.
Floyd didnt mind and found it amusing. Hugging you whenever you asked.
Giving your hand a kiss when you held your hand out.
It was all you could wish for.
Yet floyd thought this was all a just a funny game not getting the hints behind it.
The kisses he gave on your hands were soft and warm. His lips leaving a moist feeling.
When jade talked to his twin and was asking if that is his girlfriend he was real surprised to hear no.
"You know they are totally in love with you right"
Floyd just froze looking empty into the distance for almost ten minutes.
That was the most silent jade has ever seen him.
After that he had a whole new view of you. He felt funny inside when thinking of you and he was making up all possible scenarios in his head while in bed .
Floyd loved the thought of you and thrilling experiences.
When you visited mostro lounge again, he kissed your cheek picked you up and spun you like a princess around.
He just gave you the smuggest grin you have every seen and whispered into your ear.
"I like you shrimpy"
He gave a lick to your ear before handing you your regular drink and leaving you star struck.
This was a rollercoaster to write and I feel I hit it pretty well.
Anyways make sure to interact no matter how old this post gets.
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