sleepy morning sex, he likes taking his time, he was too tired to offer up his dick, making you do all the work, watch the road
Riddle:
he brought back something from the equestrian club, making him relax for once, don't tell anyone he whimpers, you just had to go and interrupt his studying
Idia:
the plushie he won you can only muffle so much, teasing him in a cosplay, miniskirts are his favorite, wowzers, a real life cat girl, he lost… i wonder why
Malleus:
he likes putting it where it doesn’t belong, fae stamina is something else, oh no! you turned into a bunny thumping your foot in heat, treating you right
Extra!
Crewel
bad puppies get punished, prove yourself to him, leaving a mark, don't question him
Synopsis: The Prefect gets hurt due to Crowley's negligence.
TW: Injury, Stitches, Medical Stuff, Prefect gets caught under a collapsed Ramshackle
Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
Tick Tick Tick Tick
The room would be completely silent were it not for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The environment was more comfortable than your usual medical setting, but it still felt cold in a way.
The door creaked open and in stepped professor Crewel. "Hey, Pup." His voice lacked its usual stern tone one would hear in the classroom; instead, his voice was gentle and almost hoarse.
The hoarseness was no doubt a result of him screaming at the headmage in a roar you shiver even recalling. He had spent hours tearing into the man for his gross negligence and irresponsibility.
"Pup?" His voice became more worried when you failed to answer.
"Sorry." A meek, rasped voice leaves you throat. Your throat burns with dryness despite the 6 glasses of water you already drank, and it feels like every syllable echoes through your head and causes an intense, throbbing pain. You don't recognize the voice that claws its way out of your throat as your own.
You hear the soft scrape of a chair on the floor next to your bed. "No. Don't apologize, Pup." Rocking your gaze slowly over to him its clear to you, with the way his jaw clenches and unclenches while his eyes search the blanket covering you, that he wants to say something, but isn't sure what.
You slowly rock your head to look forward again. "Everyone's been in such a panic. . .and it's my fault, I-"
The man cuts you off as you choke on your words: "Pup. This is not your fault."
"But-" Your throat feels like its been given a massage with a thousand razor blades. The coughing your attempts to speak cause only make the pain worse.
Crewel quickly grabs another glass of water and holds it up to your lips for you to drink. "But nothing, Pup- Keep those arms down or you'll re-open the wounds. That old building was bound to collapse at some point. We all knew it. If the fault is on anyone it's on us staff. Crowley made you stay there, and we didn't stop him." The glass cup clinks slightly too harshly onto the nightstand as he sets it down.
Silence falls between the two of you.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
The ticking of the clock numbs your thoughts. You force your mind to stop focusing on the pain radiating from every inch of your body and instead listen to the steady ticking of the clock. The only other sound that can be herd is the occasional hurried footsteps outside the door as the other staff do their best to take care of the situation.
Your injuries have already been treated by a specialty team sent from STYX the moment the news got to them. They were the only ones aside from Grim, Leona, and the staff that had seen your mangled form before you were wrapped up like a mummy. You didn't have to ask how bad it was. Seeing Crowley throw up at the sight of you was enough to tell you it was bad.
The STYX team had spent nearly a whole 24 hours stitching you back together like some ragdoll and rearranging the many pieces of you that had been ripped and jostled out of place. If not for them. . .well, you don't want to think about it. If you looked like a mummy on the outside, you were sure that under the bandages you looked like Frankenstein's monster. There really wasn't a single bit of you that got out of that death trap unscathed.
You were kept in the school infirmary instead of being carted off to some high-tech STYX facility only because they needed to operate on you as soon as possible and didn't want to move you too much after the initial procedures. They made do by shipping a ton (literally speaking, more like 3 tons) of medical equipment to the school, most of which was now littered around the infirmary in a rushed yet professional way.
Despite your closeness to your friends, the only people who had come to see you were the staff. It's not that none of your friends wanted to see you, but that they weren't allowed to. The doctor's worried having them in so soon, when they were still full of hysteria from the news, wouldn't be the best idea. They weren't able to text you either as your phone had been crushed in the collapse.
"How's Grim?"
Professor Crewel hums: "Physically, he's pretty unscathed. He just has a few scrapes and bruises. Mentally, he's a bit traumatized."
You supposed that made sense. You didn't remember much, but what you did remember was Grim's voice. He had been returning to the dorm from after school detention when he found the building in shambles on the ground. He called out to you but your lungs were filled with debris and your torso was being crushed by layers of rubble. The dorm ghosts met Grim at the edge of the junk pile that used to be a dorm and confirmed that you were inside and that you needed help. The ghosts talked to you as you laid there, not being able to physically move anything off you themselves. They kept you awake and assured you that Grim was getting help.
Not long later you heard shouting. Two of the ghosts stayed with you while the third went out to meet the staff and fill them in. You were told after the fact that that's about the time they called up Leona to use his unique magic so they could get you out as soon as possible (that was the first time many saw the lion run).
You were blanking in and out of consciousness when they found you, but you remember them finding you. The feeling of the weight of the rubble lessening as it was methodically turned to sand and removed (in order to not end up crushing you with sand instead), the small grains dripping on your face, and eventually, the full force of the pouring rain battering your face as the last of the rubble was removed from above you. You remember Leona's manic eyes turning horrified, Crowley puking, and worst of all, Grim's face.
"STYX sent over a few trauma counselors. There are ones assigned specifically to Leona and Grim as well since they saw some of the worst of it." Crewel finally broke the silence again.
"And you? You and. . .the other teachers were there too. . .and Sam."
"Calm down, Pup. We've all had evaluations done to assess how we're handling it. We'll be fine.
"What about. . ." Your voice trails off, but from the look in your eyes, Crewel can tell what you were about to ask.
"What about the headmage?"
You nod, wincing slightly when the motion disturbs an injury on your neck.
"He's under investigation." Crewel responds after a brief pause. He knew that you surely couldn't be all that fond of the crow, but as you saw it, he was probably also your only ticket home. Crewel looked up to gauge your response, but your face remained neutral.
"And you, Pup? I obviously know you aren't doing particularly well physically right now, but what about mentally?"
"Hm?"
Crewel hesitated, not wanting to dig around in a mental wound and make it worse, "You were. . .under there for a while. I'm sure it must've been. . .scary."
You think for a moment before responding: "Was I really under there that long? It didn't feel like it. . .I think I passed out a few times." Your mumbled words put Crewel at ease in a way. He's not happy that you had been passing out, but he was at least glad that you weren't stuck under there fully conscious and feeling every second tick by as if it were an hour.
"Hmm. I see." Crewel nods. "I ought to let you rest now. A counselor will stop by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened." He stands up as he says this, his knuckles still white from how tightly he'd been gripping the fabric of his pants. "Rest well, Pup."
You simply nod, this time more carefully as to not disturb your wounds, and watch him walk out. When the door closes you swear you hear a choked sob.
The thought of a moody af staff member who is protective over any student who even shows a hint of being upset or sad
I hear you anon and I see you anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
This would be a perfect ship for Crewel lowkey
N E ways-
MotherGoose!Yuu who unintentionally becomes the mother figure for the student of NRC. Since Crewel is more like the father figure. Who constantly looks out for their students and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Who also has the best acting students, only because the students are to scared or respect you to much to disrespect you.
Out of all the teachers and staff members, the students run to you the most whenever they need to talk. It feels as if every day you have a new student sitting at your desk at lunch. It can be annoying sometimes, but usually they’re nice and respectful. Sometimes they may even bring a sort of ‘peace offering’ as a few would say.
One of the students you see the most would be Epel. He was in your first year class at the beginning of the day. It was as clear as day to you. The way he was sad whenever someone mentioned his dorm. The way he acted completely different from the other first years in Pomefiore. The way he seemed to light up whenever you asked him to grab a few chairs for the class (iykyk). It broke your heart seeing how he was forced to be someone he’s not. It seemed there was only one proper solution to all of it.
“Epel,” you called to him after class. You watched as he seemed to whip around from where he was walking to the doorway. How Ace and Deuce looked over as well, most likely to see if he was in trouble.
Epel walked over nervously. He stopped in front of your desk and looked down at where you were sitting. “Yes, Professor?” He asked cautiously, not knowing if he was in trouble or not. To his surprise, you stood up and beckoned him to follow him. Without asking, he followed you as you lead him to the PE field.
Once the two of you arrived, the view of the Spelldrive practice came into view. It was a few weeks before try outs so there weren’t that many students. The two of you stopped at the sidelines. A few students flew past you guys as they tried to get the disc. Epel watched in awe as he saw the sport, feeling a sense of want growing within him. He was about to ask you something when you suddenly spoke up.
“Leona,” you called out to the third year. You watched as the housewarden turned around and beckoned him closer.
Without question, Leona walked over to the both of you. Stopping a few feet in front of you, he looked at you tiredly before asking “Need something, Professor?”
You simply nodded as Epel looked between the both of you. Suddenly, you pushed him forward gently with a hand on his back. “I have a student here who would like to join the team. This is Epel.”
Epel jumped at your words and started to protest when Leona cut him off. “Is that so,” he asked lazily as he eyed Epel. After what seemed forever, he sighed and turned around. “Well, come on then.”
You watched as Epel followed after Leona. Epel never did tell you how he felt, but you could see the way he seemed to be happier ever since joining the team. Another student saved.
—
Another student you seemed to see a lot was Idia. The third year was just too shy in your opinion. Almost never coming to class in person, he was a social as rock. It hurt something within you, screaming at you to make him feel better.
You sat at your desk as you took attendance, your students working together in different groups for a project. You almost marked him as absent when you suddenly saw the bright, fiery blue hair being hidden under a hood. He sat there awkwardly and alone, much to your dismay. With a sigh, you called him over “Idia.”
He practicing jumped two feet high in his seat when you called him. He stood up awkwardly before making his way to you. Other students watched as he walked past, some even whispering. After what felt like an eternity to him, he stopped in front of your desk.
“Here,” you spoke softly as you handed him a stack of papers. He took them hesitantly and eyed them warily. “It’s the solo version. I figured you didn’t want to work in a group but you still have to work on it in class.”
Despite the fact that his face was hidden under the hood, you could tell that he was happier. He gripped the papers tighter before mumbling quietly “thanks, Professor.” He saw your nod before he walked back to his desk, eagerly getting to work.
You smiled to yourself at the thought of helping another student. Even if he was still awkward, at least his was happy and that all you wanted.
—
But of course, there were some people who disliked your motherly attitude. Once person in particular: Crewel.
You stood in the teachers lounge as you prepared your drink. You were grabbing a napkin to make sure there were no spills, when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of Crewel clearing his throat behind you. It felt as if almost every week he had a new comment on your students. It was no secret that Crewel took pride in his reputation of good students. Only, you were his competition since every student suddenly became an angel when they stepped into your class.
“I only had five detentions this week,” he said proudly. Walking over to stop next to you and make his morning coffee. It was the end of the week, the perfect time to start comparing your guys performance. “How many did you have?”
You hummed quietly as you put a lid on your drink. Despite your caring reputation, it seemed to disappear with the staff members. They were old enough to take care of themselves, older than you were that is. “Let’s see,” you pretend to think to yourself. You tilted your head before giving him a casually shrug as you walked away, “none.”
Crewel froze as he watched you walked away. Despite him wanting to feel mad at the fact, he felt proud. Proud in you, surprisingly. He quickly pulled himself together before walking out of the teachers lounge.
The door closed behind him, letting all the tension out. Sam leaned against the counter as he looked watched the two of you walk out. “So, are they dating?” He asked curiously.
Trein shook his head as he read the school newspaper. Sipping some of his own tea, “no one knows.”
I now writing for Twisted Wonderland!🩷 I’m new to the series and still learning about the franchise, but I couldn’t wait any longer🤭 I’m devouring every single content I can find haha. I’m watching play-throughs on YouTube as the game isn’t available for me (and I suck at technology so I won’t try the VPN thing), I’m currently also reading the manga and I ofc am watching the anime.
I’m writing for the third years: Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Rook, Vil, Cater, Trey and Leona. Plus Crowley and Crewel. I also write for the second years (Riddle, Silver, Kalim, Jamil, Azul, Floyd, Jade and Ruggie) and the first years (Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack and Sebek), but only in a university setting/ AU.
As always: I’m writing yandere stuff.
Requests are open, so please spam my inbox (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) I’m in desperate need of ideas😩 Read my rules before requesting.
Ugh I can feel my hyperfixation growing for each passing second 🫠
𝆹𝅥 Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas (TWISTED WONDERLAND)
𝆹𝅥 Implayed that reader is Yuu/MC
𝆹𝅥 accidentally calling them dad, maybe a bit ooc
Dire Crowley
He is just as shocked as you are for your own words and he tries to just brush it off as you do, awkwardly trying to leave as soon as posible just to be found with the mix of his own feelings, at the start he is a somewhat offended and troubled because is weird, nothing like this have ever happened to him neither did he thought about something like that, but right after the surprise it comes the flattered pride because in his mind you have accidently called him dad because you see him worthy of that title, you are pretty much all alone and (acording to him) Crowley has been the one who has been looking after you and taking care of you, you trust him just as much as you would trust your own father, wich will only lead him to be perstering you for a while hoping you would call him that again
Divus Crewel
He can't help but chuckle a little as he repeat your words amused, looking at you to see your reaction, but, in all honestly he find it endearing rather than amusing, to think that one of his little pups would find his presence and company so comforting to even accidentally call him 'dad' is just kind of adorable (specially taking in condideration the conditions you are currently living on), but this is something Crewel will keep to himself, he won't really talk about it again and even reasure you if you are embarrased, you have nothing to worry about because he doesn't take offence on it, although it is undeniable that it is something that leaded him to look after you a bit more in a indirect way, after all he doesn't want to show favoritism but you definetly are reciving more headpats when you are being a good pup
Mozus Trein
Just as the words leave your mouth he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, it is an underestandable mistake and he won't really make a big deal out of it, he just doesn't want you to get too comfortable and lack off in your classes. Still, even if he didn't said anything about it in the moment it is something that got stuck in his mind and later on, when he finds himself having some free time his mind, the memory of it would finds its way back to him, suddently starting to realice that this may be heavier than he thought, after all your parents aren't even in this world, he can't think how your parents may feeling about their child suddently missing or you for being in a completely foreing place, Trein ended up even thinking about how he would feel about his beloved daughters going throught that, just ended up making up his mind to pay a visit to Headmage Crowley just to make sure you are being properly taking care of
Ashton Vargas
The always loud and cheerful professor Vargas not only doesn't take offense on your accidental mistake but he also take it in the best way posible, normally the parents are who provides and protect theit family out of love and care and thats exactly that went throught his mind when he heard your words, still he reasures you it is okay if you feel embarrased for calling him 'dad' and he goes as far as telling you that you should not forget that even if he isn't your father he is still your teacher so if you ever have troubles or need help he will be there for you, even if you weren't in this complicated situation of literaly being in another world he would still care for you since you are his student (he may not be the best help in much cases but he still tries his best)
crewel adopting yuu bc i believe he is father material
(aka crewel is a dilf)
crewel has dogs that he takes care of and refers to them as his children, but he doesn’t think about having human kids much. he DEFINITELY has gray hairs coming in from the shit he deals with on a daily basis so adding to that stress is off the table.
but when yuu starts classes, his Paternal Instincts unlock. it’s so subtle at first that not even he realizes it, he keeps a sharper eye on you during class to make sure you know what’s going on, and is more lenient when grading your work because he knows that you have none of the prior knowledge of his other students.
then it starts to become more obvious. he pulls you aside after class and asks if you’re doing okay, if you need anything, if anything is stumping you in your classes. it’s kind of weird seeing him act so kind when he’s usually yelling at students all class, but it’s a welcomed change from the seemingly uncaring staff of night raven.
as he gets to know you more, he starts to unconsciously think of you as his actual kid. he gets you better clothes and makes sure that you and grim are fed, and manages to wrangle crowley into fixing up ramshackle so it isn’t falling down around you. he calls all his students his pups, but he means it lovingly when it’s you.
someone points it out to him one day, that he favors you a lot over his other students, and he doesn’t even deny it. he’s come to care very much for you over your first year at the school, and he has no qualms about being your guardian. he even has you stay with him over breaks, and you get to meet his dogs!
he never outright says he’s your parent or guardian or anything, it’s just kind of implied and no one asks about it lol. however he does absolutely think of you as his kid and if you really bug him about it he might tell you such
also he’s a little protective of you around the other students, especially when he thinks one of them has a crush on you!! none of them are good enough in his eyes so you’re off limits for dating so they better get away from his pup >:(
