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NRC STAFF AND YUU
Where they find out that Yuu is self-harming
I was going to add a warning and a lil comf message as always in this type of fanfics, but I think annonie explains it pretty well <3
responding to this request
It was Grim who approached him—nervously, voice urgent.
“You gotta talk to Yuu, Professor. They’ve been… off. They flinch when I get too loud, and the other day I saw bandages I know weren’t there before. I don’t get it… why would they do that?”
Crewel paused.
He had graded over fifty exams last night, scolded a third-year for exploding a cauldron... But that one sentence stopped everything.
He didn't scold Grim. He didn't panic. He nodded once and said,
“Thank you for telling me. You did the right thing, pup.”
That night, Crewel stayed up researching.
He was poring through psychology journals. His brow furrowed as he read about pain, coping mechanisms, and invisible wounds.
The next morning, he requested Yuu stay after class. Not in front of the others—he simply handed them a folded slip during potion lab, saying, “Come see me after last bell. No rush.”
When Yuu arrived, they looked uneasy, shoulders high with tension.
“I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“No. Sit. Please.”
They did, eyes darting to the ingredients shelf, then to the floor. Crewel sat across from them, hands folded on his desk, voice softer than they’d ever heard it.
“Grim spoke to me.”
Yuu froze. Crewel continued gently.
“He’s worried about you. And now, so am I.”
Silence. Yuu’s throat tightened.
“I’m sorry—” they blurted, eyes starting to burn.
“I didn’t want anyone to know— I was just— I didn’t know how else to deal with everything and—”
“Stop.”
Not a harsh command. Crewel stood and walked around the desk. He knelt beside them, one gloved hand hovering over their shaky hands .
“You have nothing to apologize for. Pain is not a moral failure. It doesn’t make you shameful. It makes you human.”
Yuu’s breath hitched.
“I’m not here to fix you. I can’t wave a magical pen and erase what you’ve felt. But I can promise you this: you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”
He rose, placed a hand over his heart.
“You’re a part of this college. My student. And I take care of what’s mine.”
From then on, Crewel didn’t hover—but he checked in.
When Yuu looked withdrawn in class, he’d ask them to help sort ingredients. I
f they were dissociating, he’d say, “Mind walking with me to the greenhouse?”
Small tasks that let them breathe.
And he never pushed. Never pried.
Only left the door open—always open.
Crowley had a knack for dramatics. He thrived on being the center of the room.
But when Grim nervously shuffled into his office one rainy afternoon and said, “I think Yuu’s in trouble,” the headmage's feathers metaphorically dropped.
He didn't say a word at first. Just listened.
I just want you guys to know, I’m planning shit on paper- like I’m being serious about it
Anyway,
About the Yan Crewel x Teacher MC I mentioned like a week ago, (that I wanna do a full piece on someday).
Tw: mention of chaining, usage of the name pup/puppy, mention of smacking students with whip, slight degradation
I imagine MC teaching like a less STEM subject, such as foreign language, art, or like maybe history. Crewel finds it so cute when you teach your little subject while he teaches the cruel chemistry (ik it’s like potions but let’s just call it chem to make my life easier).
Crewel will eat lunch with you or just spends his free/planning periods in your class. He’ll lean over your shoulder and whisper that you aren’t cruel enough to the pups.
He’s constantly petting your head or rubbing your arm when you’re trying to grade things. He might even drape his fur coat over you and watch you struggle to bear its weight.
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He gets pissed real fast if a student [pup] is being disruptive or disrespectful. He will smack them with his whip. “You, who do you think you are, pup? You’re a tiny, wobbly little thing. Now listen to M—. MC.”
Crewel insists you call him Divus (he’d probably like master tho). He doesn’t like formalities because all he sees is a future puppy chained to his side. So dumb and so naïve, it makes his heart squeeze with delight.
[I love chemistry. I would like to snuggle into that fluffy coat (and hope and pray it isn’t actual dog fur)]
TWST Incorrect quote #62
Kidnapper: "We have your child"
Crewel: "I don’t have a child?"
Kidnapper: "Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?"
Crewel: "Oh god, you have Mc!"
Hi! Can I request a platonic relationship with Crowley or Crewel? For example, they adopt a reader (officially on paperwork, or emotionally) and suddenly the reader just falls through some portal and ends up in another world. And Crowley/Crewel just *dad panic, -1000 nerve cells*. At the end all is well and they reunite!Another point, you didn't ask for it, but I'll say it (sorry). Put two tags in your fanfics "TWST × reader" and "Twisted Wonderland × reader" (put both at once) so more people will see you!
Watching and Waiting
Parental!Crewel & gn!Reader
Fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort? a single sentence of a little hurt/no comfort at the very end sorryy
Word count: 4049
That tip does actually really help and I will do that from now on, thank you! I really love the idea of the staff pseudo-adopting the main character, but I'm OBSESSED with Papa Crewel. And to demonstrate, I'm going to get completely carried away with this prompt! HERE WE GO!
When it came to the student body of Night Raven College, Crewel had a certain level of fondness for all of them. He was strict, of course, he wanted nothing but to see them succeed, but there was a little bit of pride he took in every class. Diligent juniors who'd been with him for a handful of years at this point, most of whom exceeded his every expectation and the rest who at least performed the required tasks with the skills he'd taught them. Flighty but extremely talented sophomores who managed to impress him at every turn in one way or another. Even the freshmen, a group of troublemakers to be sure, but malleable, sharp minds that just needed to focus up to learn the material and they'd be well on their way to excelling in his class.
Then there was you.
Crowley had called a staff meeting to explain the situation to the teachers once you and Grim had proven yourselves worthy to become two halves of a whole student. Trein had asked if there was an active search on figuring out a way to send you home to your own world, and Crowley responded with a very flippant yes that left a sour taste on everyone's tongue. Once it was announced that you had been placed in Class A, Crewel's homeroom, he silently vowed to keep an eye on you. Just that. A magicless student in a magic academy in a world they were not at all familiar with felt to him very much like a wounded puppy being circled by vultures. He wouldn't treat you any differently, of course, you were simply a few steps behind and needed someone watching your back whether you knew the eyes were there or not.
70's Crewel Embroidery Designs + Patterns From the 1973 Better Homes and Gardens Christmas Ideas Magazine
Tw: suggestive, non-con
To be Crewel’s good dog, with collars pressing down into your skin, each lavished with diamonds and gold. To cling onto him without complaint, seating beside him whenever he tells you to heel.
You’re his pretty little thing, a simple part of his outfit.
So, I have a request for Vil and (platonic) Crewel with a reader/yuu whose fashion sense is basically nonexistent. Like, for example, pants with full picture, coat of bright color with pad shoulders and most famous of them all, crocks with socks. ("You should try it, it's comfortable!" Reader/yuu at some point)
Fashion Disaster - Vil x reader, Crewel
I loved this ask! I hope you like it <3
Rest of the characters react: here
It all started with your arrival at the Mirror Chamber for a meeting with Vil and Crewel. You’d thrown together the first thing you saw in your closet, which just so happened to be a bright orange leopard-print hoodie, glittering silver leggings with a full picture of a unicorn galloping across your thighs, and, naturally, crocs with socks. But not just any socks—socks with flames on them. Yes, you thought it was a look. A statement.
Yes, crocs with socks. How had that ensemble survived into Twisted Wonderland? Mysteries abound.