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[cloud-ette]

ᴘᴀꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴅᴇᴜx - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where the boys and dad(die)s see you dancing all alone, but not for long... maybe?

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

You have a funny timing of your own, always; so, when you start dancing, it's the moment Riddle is busy the most.

It pains him to deny your requests of joining you and having a moment of pure laughs, and sometimes gives in - just for some seconds and only if you two are alone; but, secretly, his favorite part is watching you twirl and move at your own rhythm, even when you risk bumping against the furnitures or destroying something.

Nose buried in the papers and hidden under his usual look, if you watch closely at his face you can notice a light smile and a soft blush on his cheeks; and when you are busy dancing, his eyes fly on you, full of amusement and a silent thank you. Thank you for being here, and lighting up the entire room.

He also tries his best to hold back a chuckle when you start singing and warble, but well, that's asking too much.

CATER DIAMOND

Of course Cater drops everything to run and join you in the dance, do we really have to ask?

First, your favorite ginger head tries to catch the moment with the Magicam, chasing you to take the perfect shot and complaining loudly if you don't stay still; then, he gives up and pouts on purpose, to hear that laugh of yours he melts for every time, and lets you take the lead.

You only have to choose what to dance together, and he will follow you accordingly, forgetting his duties just to take your hand and not letting it go.

Sometimes he risks his head for this, since the situation becomes chaotic really quickly and everyone can hear you screaming and bantering like two kids, but somehow you manage to save him every time, asking only for a kiss in return.

Let's call it your super power.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona rolls his eyes and hisses the first second he sees you dancing, because he knows you will come for him and he's not willing to bear with it.

So, as soon as you approach him, he literally keeps you at arm length, resulting in you grabbing his hand and using it as a pivot point for one or more twirls, much to his boredom, but without any further consequences. Everyone is happy - more or less - and an unnecessary argument is out of your way. Jackpot.

But when you are just fine dancing alone, and let him watch the show? Well, this is another story, and even if the prince pretends to sleep or to not pay attention, actually he doesn't lose any of your movements or how your clothes move around or with you, giving life to shadows or waves of color, with something similar to a satisfied grin in the face.

But don't tell him you noticed it, he will deny everything no matter what.

KALIM AL ASIM

Kalim sees you dancing once, and from that moment it's over for you. Over. Jamil doesn't even try to stop him, turning away his face and pretending to not have seen anything; and the next thing you know is, you are trapped in a loop of light, silk and joy. And you are laughing so much you have to hold your belly and ask for mercy.

From that moment, Kalim develops a sort of sixth sense for every time you start dancing; and he has to join you, his own sanity depends on it. No way you are left alone, in this and in everything else; so, as soon as you start moving, a tornado of happy screams run through the dorm till he reaches you, and everyone knows you will be out for some hours.

And you are more than fine with it.

JAMIL VIPER

The other one who makes you say there's no turning back. Especially when you see how much he's good at dancing.

But fear not: be you skilled or less skilled, Jamil is not the type to refuse a good dance time, not if with you. The patience he has in teaching and showing you the right steps or new ones is enormous, and the way he encourages and praises you for every improvement is a boost of confidence one after another, shot straight to your heart; and even in the case you keep being a block of wood, this won't erase the simple pleasure of spending a moment of genuine joy and fun with you, in a world only yours, for him and you.

DIVUS CREWEL

You have the luck (...) to start your twirl competition against... yourself near his office. The door is open, so the professor sees everything, from the first step to the last. At least he lets you finish, we can give him that, before calling your name and approaching you with a scowl.

You don't have a chance to reply: Crewel makes you repeat every move and then gives you a detailed speech on your mistakes and how you should be more aware of everything and everyone around you, to not risk losing some limbs or putting someone in danger. Not even your clothes are safe from his scrutiny, and immediately fixed.

Last but not least, you are warmly invited to follow his lessons to learn how to properly dance, and just from this look you understand what will follow if you refuse.

Nobody sees or knows anything, and you don't reveal anything on why your skills improve astronomically all of sudden; it's better this way, you don't want to traumatize anyone.

Even if you are a bit too smiling for being a pure soul forced to dance till dropping.

[themaladaptivewriter12]

IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!　ﾟ　ﾟ ( Д 　) I CALLED IT !!!!! 30 FREAKING PULLS!!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!! (ノ*^▽^)ノ~┻━┻

Granted, now I have no gems left, but it was worth it!!! ( ≧∀≦) The mirror was screaming and everything!!! ( ☆∀☆) Crewel came hoome!!! ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉ∀`)･ﾟ･｡ He came home to Mimi!!!!!! (T▽T) Mimi!!!! Your dad is home!!! Lololol I'm so happy!!!!

That's another one down, 3 more to go! Kalim, Leona, Cater, yall better be good to me! <(｀^´)> Yall better come home. Or Ima send Mimi on you! ｡ﾟヽ(ﾟ｀Д´ﾟ)ﾉﾟ｡

[myeagleexpert]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘

sinopse:The curious case of the prefect of Ramcharcke raises theories and hypotheses, and each has a basis for it. Which one will be right? What do you believe in?

Characters: NRC Staff,Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Asthon Vargas, Sam.

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙”

Crowley completely agrees with the said philosopher, as a director of a renowned school built on the controversial values of historical figures. He KNOWS that every NRC student is a place full of angry, arrogant, hormone-bombed teenagers, which is why he is so magnificently kind to Yuu. Who would give a complete stranger a place to sleep without magic? Who would do everything to make Yuu return to her beloved world even if it cost hours of work? Oh, how generous the director is, right?

For some reason, Yuu is managing to keep well. Survival is the word that would best define this situation. Now how she is managing to do this is difficult to talk about. At some point the director thought of carefully analyzing the case of the strange student without magic. In a school with cruel students, you, Yuu, are the only one with altruistic thinking and no magic. Why would the carriage that has never made a mistake in all these centuries of power bring a person like that with no aspect other than the basics? Unless…

Yuu has the potential to be evil in her own world, but not in this one where she is in a clearly vulnerable position, Crowley concluded and fell deeper into his reveries. So to survive you will have to adopt a good and pure image until you have enough strength to overcome your enemies, little by little, until you reach the top of the chain. Like every human being he has ever encountered in his secular life, Crowley feels that the thirst for power and blood is deep inside in Yuu. That's why he sends her to do various dangerous jobs and jobs, disguised traps. It's like a challenge: How far the wolf in sheep's clothing go? Roll your dice and place your bets, as Director Crowley will be keeping an eye on you.

“𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢”

Perhaps in the analytical mind of the cruel chemistry teacher, Crewel, he had gone through the stages of denial and finally surrendered to the illusion. Yuu is a sweet and hardworking girl. That's it. Period. They had some time to develop a complicated relationship of father and daughter, mentor and student, but when Divus accepted his “fated role” according to him, it was a one-way thing. He will not allow any rowdy cub to offend her with repulsive lies. Did Yuu poison the students? Yuu blew up old bullying rooms? Did Yuu cheat on tests and manipulate students? LIES! She was just defending herself. His precious little puppy would never submit to such a low attitude.

His “filhota”, a term he learned from her, isn't like that, is it? So stay away from these disobedient puppies Yuu, they tarnish your image, dear.

“𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧”

Trein not only agrees with this theory, but he could prove it from a very practical experience: Yuu.

Having raised his own family, two daughters, a cat and being an experienced teacher at school for years, he knows how to masterfully recognize each type of student in his class: The nerd, the clown, the teacher's pet, the one who doesn't know anything about nothing, the one who knows everything, the one who pretends to know everything, the lazy and many others….but what about Yuu? How does she characterize herself in this group of characters?

What a curious case, a student without any kind of magic, with few memories, and in a school of arrogant boys without any support? How did she survive for so long? How does she adapt so easily? One day she's a nobody, and the next she has contacts with important princes and shady merchants. One day she knows nothing about the world that has stopped, and the next she knows more than Trein himself in his years of apprenticeship. In some way or another the stranger knows every secret of every hallway in the school, and holds them in the palm of her calloused hand.

The blank figure has immense potential for creation and destruction, and something tells Trey that the foreigner's innocent look and sharp tongue have dangerous odds.

"𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣"

Vargas could not agree with this theory more truthfully! The human body is designed to be challenged every day, and what would be the limit? As the trainer of every type of creature, from beastmen, fairies, merfolk, humans, hybrids and everything in between, he can say with certainty that there is nothing more rewarding than seeing a student overcome their obstacles!

The chest was filled with pride when he closely analyzed Yuu's case. He clearly remembered the student's first days at school, her steps were so light that the wind would carry her away, so weak and malnourished that she wouldn't walk a complete circle around the field without fainting, her look scared, her breathing heavy. She couldn't fly any higher than Azul and every time she spoke, her voice was shaky, like a kitten learning to meow.

Just look at the overcoming! Not only are her steps firm and determined, but she runs very fast as well. And even when an envious person tries to push him in a competition, she pushes him harder, making him fall to the ground. 12 eggs a day. 12 EGGS PER DAY. A diet that the trainer himself follows and just look at the results. The prey body has evolved into that of a hunter. Big, strong, fast and adaptable. Perfect.

Maybe you should be worried about the way she beats the past bullies who tormented her blue and purple? The way she hunts them is different, it's personal, it's physical, it's animal.

It seems like the game has changed, doesn't it?

“𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛”

The friends on the other side tell every secret and gossip that leaves the salesman, Sam, astonished. Sometimes it's hard to believe, other times he has to check it out with his own eyes. But for Sam, it's much more fun and engaging to analyze the situation like a grotesque soap opera. Each “little thing” is a sign for the next chapter. One day, among the hygiene products that are intended just for her, Yuu bought a different knife, an enchanted amulet and cans of a different type of fish and also a bottle of rat poison. Would it be for the rats of Ramshackle?.... No, the friends on the other side said that Yuu made an alliance with the rats, and so, she gets more information from the school. What type of information? who knows? For what? What will she do with the poison then? Pay attention to the next chapters.

A shadow wandering around in the morning once commented that on one of Jack's morning walks, he commented to Yuu that she "seemed to adapt to Twisted Wonderland fairly quickly.." And as soon as he found out, he ran as fast as his ghostly figure allowed him, so determined to be the first to tell Sam a hot piece of gossip that he didn't stay until the end of the conversation, and consequently left the merchant and his friends on the other side curious to know what Yuu's answer is.

Is Yuu letting her changes show to her troublemaking first-year friends, or has she tried to keep a mask on for a while? We cannot deny that her “strange” behavior is commendable for analysis. The one who enters the lion's den and comes out intact, the one who melts the heart of an evil icy queen, the one who entered as a sacrificial lamb and came back as the leader of the pack. Ohhh~~what interesting character development! More and more shadows surround Yuu now, watchful and thirsty for her next steps.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Every like, repost and comment is very welcome and appreciated. ♥

[cloud-ette]

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where you have a strong moment of homesickness and some tears flow, and the boys (and dads) don't let you face it alone.

ADEUCE

You are with them when everything happens: a flash among the jokes at the end of another day of lessons, and the banter is suddenly far, far away; an expression that reminds you of other days, other faces... and the afternoon takes on a bitter taste. Something pushes behind the eyes, while a cruel single thorn sinks into your mind and heart, envenoming your laugh. You already know what feeling is.

Both Ace and Deuce jolt and turn to stare at you, worried and puzzled, when you suddenly stand on your feet and force a smile, giving them the first excuse you can think about and hurrying away, within the protection of the walls of Ramshackle; at least, here, only the ghosts can hear you cry and sob if you have to - and by how the things are going, you seem to really need it.

But, jokes on you, it's easier to escape a flood than from the two troublemakers of Hearstlabyul, especially when their friends are involved. So, next you know after not even two hours of black melancholy, is the face of the boys, covered in sugar, cream and chocolate from head to toes, smiling proudly on the threshold of Ramshackle, and then pushing a bag into your astonished arms.

"Here, Y/N, this is for you! Trey-senpai recommended us to tell you to wait a few hours before eating it, it's still too hot... but we can assure you, it's delicious! After all, I made-"

"WE made it."

"... Guys...?"

The two of them immediately cease the bickering and soften their gazes when watching you, and Deuce smiles warmly. "... We hope this will make you feel better. We know it's hard for you to be so far away from home and not be able to come back, so... it's fine to feel down, sometimes. But we are here, by your side, so don't feel ashamed to cry, if you need to. And-"

"And tonight, sleepover at Ramshackle! We can stay, right? Please!"

"Hey, Ace, don't push me like this!-"

The duo stops when you cannot hold back anymore and a single sob escapes your mouth, followed by some other tears; but before they could say anything, you engulf them in a bear hug that seems more a suffocation attempt, and your lips are open in a wide smile. "Yes, the sleepover is gold. I don't think I would be able to eat the cake all by myself, plus, so I really need a hand with it..."

Yes, maybe this's not the home you know and see in your dreams; but it's still a home. A beautiful one.

CATER DIAMOND

"Hey, Y/N, what's going on here...? Are you not feeling well?"

You are not able to answer, sobbing and shaking like a leaf on his chair, almost buried under the jacket of his pajama. You are not that proud to have occupied his room in his absence, but you didn't know where to go since Ramshackle was too far away to reach in a short time... and you needed a place able to give you some sort of comfort, and this room is the only choice you would pick in any occasion.

"Shhh, darling, Cay-Cay got you. Here, let me..."

Gently, Cater makes you stand up and wraps himself with you into his own jacket, holding you tightly and wiping your tears away with a soft brush of the thumb, not without a waterfall of forehead kisses. He knows you cannot resist them, and he loves to spoil you like this. "My gem had a rough day, it seems..."

You shallow and nod, before cradling yourself against his chest. "A rough moment. I mean... it's not their fault. They started to talk about their birthdays and how lucky they are to spend them with their families... and then I thought I spent mine... without, well..."

"Without your beloved ones. You can say it freely, I'm not offended."

You look up at Cater, seeing how tranquil he is, and bite your lips. It's so unfair to react like this, since it's not that here you feel alone, or sad, or neglected; you found love, you are happy... but sometimes... "... I am ungrateful. I should walk on cloud nine knowing I have a boyfriend who loves and cherishes me, and instead I am here, in tears like an idiot, unable to see how lucky I am."

"Ooooh, but I know you feel blessed to have me as your boyfriend! And a bad day doesn't mean a bad life, right?" Cater strokes your back with tenderness and pokes your nose, winking at you. "So don't feel bad if you need to take some time for yourself, and don't apologize for it. We don't choose homesickness, and sometimes we cannot fight it... but we are not alone in this. And you know that, no matter the reason, Cay-Cay is always ready for the cuddles!"

You have a tough time holding back a laugh, even if a weak one, then sigh deeply. The black cloud is still upon you, but less dark than before. "... I love you. More than myself."

"Then we have to work on this, sweetie... step by step. Now, let's put a smile on this beautiful face!"

"... Not the Magicam, please..."

Cater has his own ways, yes, but don't say he doesn't manage to banish the melancholy from your mind; and his love, your love, does the rest.

JACK HOWL

Jack notices how your face darkens during one of the science lessons, but doesn't immediately understands why; especially because his nose is suddenly caught by the strange, dizzying scent emanating from one of the potions you are preparing - and hearing how Crewel's voice suddenly changes in tone, that's not the result you should obtain.

Only when he notices a tear shimmering in your eyes, the boy starts to worry and, following your gaze, to put two and two together and get a clue on what's happening for you to not talk anymore.

He has to wait for the end of the lesson and be free to breathe without feeling overwhelmed by the smell permeating all the room, then reaches you with an excuse, waiting for you to be away from prying ears before speaking. "... It seems the scent of that potion was too much to handle even for you."

You silently thank him for the discretion in his tone, then nod. Even a blind person would notice you are not in your usual mood. "Yes, it was too powerful. The smell... it reminded me of some flowers of my world. I was used to sniffing them everyday. Anyway..."

Jack doesn't immediately reply, then averts his gaze and narrows his eyes. "On my morning runnings I happened to smell flowers that have the same scent..." you manage to hear, but maybe it's only your imagination, since the beastman basically whispers these words; then, as you go with him to the track field, the moment of homesickness slowly fades away, thanks to his presence.

Evening falls and night follows without too much happening, and only with a weak trace of the melancholy you felt; then, when morning comes and you join your favorite freshman for another day of lessons and assignments, the scent you smelled the day before hits your nose again and freezes you on the spot.

On your desk, flowers of the deepest hue of red and purple, a thousand petals and a scent so strong you should have to open the windows... yes, you should. But you don't, too enchanted by the aroma to let it flee away; and smile, turning towards Jack, sit next to you and with a grumpier expression than usual, avoiding your gaze with all his willpower.

"... Where did you find them?"

"I've told you, I happen to smell them during my running, they are everywhere... and today some of them remained stuck to my clothes. Now put them away, please, they are driving my nose crazy..."

You never heard an excuse as improbable as this, but you don't really care; you put the flowers in your bag and sit, sliding closer to Jack. "Thank you for having thought about me. I really appreciate this."

A soft shade of red covers the boy's cheeks, and just the phantom of a smile. "... It's nothing."

"For me it's everything though! Note to myself, giving you a proper kiss, after the lessons."

Definitely, today you are your usual self. With a plus of mischief.

JAMIL VIPER

Often, when someone feels down, Jamil leaves the matter to Kalim, the one who could make smile and laugh even the rocks; but in this case you are the one suffering, so everything is different.

The vice housewarden hears your soft sobs from meters away, and hurries with his duties to be able to reach for you as fast as he can. He doesn't even wander where you are, he knows all your favorite places to hang around, so you don't spend too much time alone with your dark moment: a rustle of silk, the sudden scent of myrrh, and Jamil is here by your side, watching you in silence.

The boy doesn't force you to speak, he knows better than to worsen the situation, and instead gently strokes the back of your hand in slow circles, holding your fingers and wrapping his arms around you when you close the distance to hug him. He knows you deeply love when he sinks the hands into your hair and strokes the strands, and you melt into a paddle for gentle nape scraping; so it's what you receive, just to put a smile on your face.

"You know, Y/N" you hear at some point, Jamil's voice soothing and calming, "tonight is going to be clear and moonless. We could resume our stargazing, I still have a lot of constellations to show you. What do you think? Would you like to spend some hours with me and the stars?"

"You and the stars? I'm into it. Thank you, Jamil, I'm starting to get scared by how much you know me, to the point you don't even struggle to make me feel better in no time."

"Call it a talent" Jamil answers in a chuckle, giving you a strong squeeze before loosening the grip and staring into your eyes, "and don't thank me, your smile will be my reward. So... better get ready for our trip. We have a starry party to attend to."

You nod, before giving him a caress on the cheek. "... Even if my favorite star is you."

The boy doesn't wait a second to give you a smirk, and his expression takes a note of mischief. "Now, now, is it not too early to be so romantic? Wait at least until we are alone, I don't want everyone to know how much you are weak for me."

"You... what a snake you are, Jamil. For real." Silence. "And I even like it."

"It sounds like the most embarrassing admission I've ever heard of" he comments, before taking your hand and leading you away, "but I will take it anyway."

And once again, Jamil is the winner here. Especially on your homesickness.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

"My gracious... pray tell, Y/N, why are you crying like this? I can hear you from my room..."

Vil approaches you slowly, with his usual detached expression; still, the closer he comes, the more his frigid aura starts melting and a flash of concern crosses his face at seeing you curled up on yourself on an armchair in Pomefiore lounge. It's not like you not hearing him coming or not answering immediately to his questions, even when you feel upset or down, so it means you are too taken by your own sobs to ignore everything and everyone around you. And for once, to Vil it sounds more like an emergency than a personal attack.

"Come, follow me. You will end up ruining your face and clothes this way. I won't permit it."

With elegance, and a grip of steel, Vil takes you under the armpits and gives you a push, forcing you to stand up without being able to fight, then leads you into his room, his eyes not leaving you for even a second. And he takes action not even a second after the door closes behind your back.

"Change your clothes into something practical, now I'll teach you something you better not forget."

It sounds as ominous as a promise of hell, even your tears stop by the sting of fear you feel... but the next you know is, you are practising some Yoga positions, Vil teaching - more commanding than teaching - the right movements to not hurt yourself, adjusting arms and legs and wiping your tears with a silk cloth in between a position and the other.

You wouldn't tell, but through them and the breath exercises Vil shows you and makes you repeat, you actually come to calm your sobs and ease your mind at least to be able to talk and tell the housewarden why you were crying so desperately.

The boy doesn't comment, but his eyes are not icy, and he doesn't have the smile he uses with everyone; you can tell he's not pleased to hear your troubles, and by how you reacted.

So, the next thing is putting you in front of the mirror and redoing your make up by zero, while giving you suggestions to not fall prey to the tears like before. "And come to me when you feel like this; don't wait to waste your precious eyes away, but reach for me and I will give you more than a reason to forget your homesickness."

"Precious eyes... was that a compliment, Vil-sama?"

"It could be" it's the laconic response you got, before a hair pin with superb flowery patterns on it comes to grab some of your locks. "Here, now you are at least presentable. You better be grateful for all the effort I've put on you, so no more hopeless scenes from now on. Did you hear me?"

You nod, then touch the royal worthy hair pin. "It's stunning... and has your scent on it."

"Of course it has, it's a favorite of mine. You can keep it for now, I know where to find you in case I need it."

You are speechless. The beautiful, divine, untouchable Vil, giving you something of him so casually? For real? "... I don't know how to thank you properly..."

"You know how: by not making a mess of yourself. I want to see you at your best, so, when you feel like falling, remember I won't allow it. Don't turn me into your worst enemy, it wouldn't be pleasurable for you."

And even in the middle of these threats, you cannot help smiling. "Thank you... I mean it."

Vil stares at you, then nods. "Hmmm. Then show it. You are dismissed, troublemaker - and stand straight, Y/N! Oh, Sevens, give me the strength and the patience to enlighten the path of such a lost soul..."

DIVUS CREWEL

"... I thought I heard a puppy whining and I came to check. Turns out there is actually a pup in need of my guidance. Enter, now, don't stay abandoned on the floor like this."

It takes some time for you to hear these words, and you lift your head in surprise; your sobs stop the exact moment you see Crewel staring at you in displease, the pointer ready to fall on your head. Caught in the middle of your breakdown, you didn't notice you were sitting exactly next to the door of the professor's office, nor the fact he was still there.

The least person you wanted to find you like this, just to lose all the little esteem he has for you.

"Didn't you hear me? Stand up and enter. Last call."

You slowly obey, shame and embarrassment added to the already bad mood, and let yourself go on the chair opposite of his desk. Crewel sits as well and grimaces at your lack of grace, but doesn't point it out. For now. "So, why cry like this? Did you fight with one of the other pups and got your tail bruised? Or do I have to punish someone for improper behaviour towards you?"

"Nothing like that, Professor..." you manage to answer, without being able to look at him, "just... nothing. It's only a moment."

"A moment you can talk about?"

Maybe it's the tone of Crewel's voice, calmer than usual; maybe it's the silence that follows, allowing you to choose, to decide by yourself what do you want to do; maybe it's the actual need to talk with an adult you admire, but as soon as you open your mouth, it's a river of words: you reveal him all that troubles you and even more, and there is no even time to feel ashamed of what you say, because it's already gone with the flow.

For once, Crewel doesn't comment for a long time, listening to everything you have to say; the pulse of scolding you for something, maybe for the fact you didn't tell him before of what you were feeling, is noticeable, but he keeps it at bay. Then and only then, the professor sighs and shakes his head, defeated. "What a troublesome pup you are... I don't even know why I keep telling it, since you are impossible to train. But this, this is not bringing you any good."

His eyes then soften just slightly, and he relaxes a bit. "I appreciate you managed to share your burden, pup, even if you should have done it sooner. And I understand you feel homesick, but whining till losing your voice won't help you. Something, however, could be done... starting from cleaning all the mess on your face."

Like Vil, Crewel doesn't leave you in peace till you are tidy and in order, and then he writes down a "training" list for you: books to read, things to do, based on what you like or you are interested about.

He checks on your progress personally, debating with you about what you read and following you in the duties and assignments he gave you, and teaching you ways to face another breakdown, if it will come to strike again. He shows it in his way, but Crewel really hopes and wants for you to feel better, and while a part of him knows he will miss you, like he does with all his students, the other half wishes for you to be able to come back to your world, one day.

And if it won't happen... just know that the professor is already thinking about filling in some adoption papers and solving the problem at its roots. Just in case.

MOZUS TREIN

Like with Crewel, you don't notice where you are going, you only feel the pulse to hide and stay alone for some time; so you burst into tears near his office, not holding back even one of them.

It's only minutes later that you become aware of something fluffy and warm rubbing against your legs and scratching your knees, and wipe your tears to see Lucius staring at you with his golden eyes and his usual bored expression. The cat refuses to let you go, slowly waving his tail and hitting your calves with the head, before Professor Trein comes at the door and stares at you with a severe expression, that immediately wavers seeing your tears.

Next you know, you are sitting in his office, Lucius still wandering near your legs, while the man listens to you talking and letting go of the last sobs before the exhaustion and a brief silence.

Even if appears always so strict and severe, Trein knows better than anyone what it means to not be with the one you love the most, and not know where you will see them again; better than anyone he can understand what you feel, so he lets you vent out without interrupting, because you need it: to cry, to free yourself, to not know what to say. It's a step you need to take, even if it doesn't mean you have to live it alone.

So, when you are on the verge of shutting down, you hear Trein starting to talk with an unusually soft tone: his voice captures you, as much as what he has to say, and you find yourself feeling lighter and lighter the more you listen to him. Since he walked through melancholy a lot of times, he knows what to say to ease your mind, be them memories or sensations, or advises; hours pass quickly, because the professor allows you to leave only when it's sure you are feeling better; and in the next days he keeps an eye on you, to see how you are doing and be there in case you need him, but without pushing you.

He's one of the strongest allies you have against homesickness, so don't be afraid to ask for his help, because you will have it. Utterly.

[cloud-ette]

And here's the part 2 of the requests about the reader being a prince/princess and in a relationship with the TWST characters (so the reader tell them they will assume the throne together, if they marry) ♥️ Let's welcome our good boy Jack and professor Crewel! First part here

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

TREY CLOVER

“Well, it would be interesting to see…”

Trey chuckles softly at your words, glancing at you and tenderly stroking your cheek, then gasping and laughing louder when you hug him from behind and press a kiss against his nape. The boy enjoys the moment without thinking too much at what you said - or better, without believing too much in it; he struggles in picturing himself as a king, and marriage is an horizon out of reach for now, so he prefers to confine his thoughts on the matter in a corner of his mind, and go on as always in the relationship.

But life has other plans and funny ways to carry them out, and one night, all of sudden, Trey jumps on his own bed, eyes widened and mouth gasping for air, shaking so much he ends up waking you up from your own slumber. He melts against your body the exact moment you wrap him in a hug and stroke his back to relax him, then, as soon as you give him his glasses and help him put them on, he stares at you with eyes full of horror and shame. “I dreamt we were marrying, Y/N…”

“Ah, good to know you see this as a nightmare, darling⁓”

Trey shakes his head, his cheeks sparkling red, then covers his face with the pillow. “... They put the crown on me after the ceremony. I dropped it because it was too heavy, so it fell to the ground, broke the marble floor, and even broke itself in half. And everyone, you included, was staring at me in silence. And you… you turned to your parents and asked for the divorce papers.”

“...” You try your best; you do, we give you credit for it. But all the efforts you put in trying to hold back are in vain, and eventually you give up laughing so loudly you in the first place are shocked by it. It takes a lot for you to regain the property of speaking clearly, because no, you cannot make it, you cannot- all of this, while Trey stares at you in disbelief and embarrassment, mumbling if it’s not the case to leave the bed and hide himself somewhere.

“Y/N…”

“I… I… cannot breathe… no, wait, now I can. Well, what can I say… I will have to scold the goldsmiths for their terrible work with the crown! What a shame we are in the middle of the night, I would have marched and barked at them at this exact moment… wait, I can still go and drag them out of their beds…”

You cut the joke before your boy leaves everything behind and runs away, so you throw yourself into his arms and snuggle against his chest, laughing heartly. “Disaster of my heart, do you think our floors will break just because a crown falls on them? Then we won’t have any floor left at this rate…”

Trey opens the mouth to reply, then waits and takes a deep breath first. “Yes, but the dream…”

“It was only a dream, and one made of illusions. Because for nothing in the world I would marry you just to divorce from you a moment later! No, you won’t get rid of me so easily, man!”

Finally, squeezed by your arms and comforted by your words, the vice housewarden’s face cracks in a smile, a softer blush still on his cheeks. “Yes, I can tell… but I think it’s better if I start practicing with a crown. It was only a dream… but better not to push my luck.”

You giggle in response, and kiss him softly on the lips. This night will be remembered forever, for sure. “I think I’ve heard the floors whispering thank you…”

JACK HOWL

You casually drop the bomb while busy watching Jack doing his daily training, and it ends with him risking getting seriously hurt and almost choking. Congrats, bestie, jackpot.

“What the ac- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?? HEY!”

Of course he doesn’t let it pass; and not nearly a moment after, everyone in the Savanaclaw can see you running as fast as you can while the good boy chases you screaming more and more. Since you are now used to train with him and have gained enough stamina and energy to stand some meters before Jack could catch you, when he grabs you at least you have put a bit of distance from the dorm for you two to talk quietly without none - or especially someone *everyone stares at Ruggie* - meddling in your business, so you catch your breath and sigh, leaning against him. “Ack, I have to become as strong as you if I want to be worthy of the crown…”

“Cut it short, Y/N, the joke is good as long as it doesn’t last long” is the reply you get, the one that makes you grin. “With the difference it’s not a joke, my dear.”

“Uh? So.. is… is it not?”

“If one day we get married, you will get the throne with me. It’s the whole package.”

You cannot help but smile and melt a bit seeing the soft blush that creeps on Jack’s cheeks and how he averts his gaze, arms crossed on the chest like armor. The boy is so flustered he doesn’t immediately react at the strokes you give to his forearms or cheeks, not the way he usually does; only when you take his hands into yours he manages to look back at you and hold your gaze. 

“We have a lot of time before that moment. But I want you to know, I would be more than honored if you were to be king: your soul is noble, you are always true to yourself and righteous, and you have proven to be able to protect the ones in need, so maybe you don’t have royal blood, but royalty is in every fiber of you⁓” Seeing him silent, you cannot miss the occasion to tease him a bit and unleash some chaos. “But I know the truth… what flusters you the most, is the thought of marrying me!”

“I-It’s not! No chance! Don’t fool yourself, I am perfectly fine-”

For now, you let it pass and don’t push the matter, allowing it to sink into Jack’s heart but not letting him face it alone. You know really well how the world of royalty can be confusing, unsettling and scary, and you don’t want him to feel worried or uncomfortable; long time before you have promised yourself to be by his side no matter what and to ease his mind whenever he’s troubled, and you will keep the promise at any cost.

Still, seeing Jack wandering around the library with a pile of books on the head to mimic a crown, or jolting and stiffening whenever kings or royalty is mentioned, doesn’t fail to bring a smile to your face. If there’s already the spirit, nothing else is required.

DIVUS CREWEL

“Please, I have enough pups to watch over, no need for other souls to train.”

“This is so rude of you and totally unnecessary, Professor Crewel. I wasn’t expecting such behaviour from you.”

Divus casts you a sarcastic glare before returning to the papers sprawled on his desk, not without clicking his tongue loud enough for you to hear. And it’s the signal you were waiting for to start bothering him a bit, the privilege of being his partner. “You are hiding something. I know that look, your mind is already busy thinking about the evolution you will put our realm through.”

“Settle down, you idealistic brat, your imagination knows no limits.” He intercepts the hand coming to stroke his chin and lips, and squeezes it slightly as a warning. “You seem to know no boundaries tonight.”

“Nothing you are not used to by now, Professor.”

“So it means I have to teach you some manners. Again.”

You giggle softly, then slowly walk behind his back and wrap the arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his perfect hair. “What I have to say, I had very bad tutors.”

“It shows. Something like this…”

“Would not have happened with you, right. What a shame we didn’t meet years before… I would have not been called The Unmarried Royal Disaster for so long.”

Crewel turns to look at you just slightly, eyes narrowed and a half grin. Here comes the teasing, just wait and see. “The Unmarried Royal Disaster, they call you… and still, I don’t see in you any trace of shame for your own situation.”

“Because my days as a failed heir are running towards their end! Speaking of which, we should start thinking about the robes for marriage. Can I leave the matter in your capable hands, while I take care of the papers for the enthronement?”

“STAY! You really need some training, Y/N, I cannot let it pass this time!”

It doesn’t go as planned… but there is time to try again. And again.

[cloud-ette]

ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

You and your lover, and a whole night to dance away.

Inspired by a wonderful art exibition on Jack Vettriano.

NOTE: I could not decide the characters and the fandom for this, so I tried something different and did a multifandom thing (with different vibes, probably). Find your favorite and enjoy!

DIVUS CREWEL

"I'm sure the painting won't go anywhere, Y/N."

More than an hour passed, judging by how the sky is silky black and the city lights pour into the room, and only now you realize you are not alone anymore - or better saying: you and the painting are not alone anymore. No more dances in your head, wonders of romantic bridges under the moonlight or dance halls where to move and fly in the most beautiful clothes ever seen. No more sighing of awe.

Then you turn your head, not without slight annoyance for the interruption of your tetè a tetè with the artwork and the dreams it weaved; but the elegant silhouette of Divus, languidly sit on the armchair on the opposite side of the room, makes all your words vanish. His pointer turns in your direction without any haste, and his elongated, narrowed eyes don't lose track of your actions. He has the same look he uses for his pupils, softened by the affection he feels for you. "... Did you suddenly remember how to breathe, my dear?"

You grin at his words, then feign impatience while returning to admire the painting. "... I was having a great moment with this masterpiece, you know. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for having brought it here."

"I knew it'd be my ruin..." Crewel comments in a whisper, before sighing and adjusting his already perfect hair. "A damnation for my personal, sweet damnation..."

You grin, still not looking at him. The painted figures of two dancers, caught under a single light but with the faces and half of their bodies protected by each other's embrace and the warm red color that fades into purple and black, seem to move before your eyes under the spell of a music only they can hear; even more when Divus leaves the armchair and comes by your side, and his scent grazes your skin.

"Maybe putting on the best jazz you have and dancing with me will help your situation... this would be a nice way to make up for what you did - of course, all night long."

Maybe it's the entire atmosphere you contributed to fill the room with, or maybe your words are made of pure velvet and lace you and him in a promise of seduction and whispers; but for once, Divus doesn't have anything sarcastic to say, and a wave of jazz noir starts filling the room with strings of lights and shadows.

Far away the young minds he is shaping, the troubles and fights at school, far away the world; one of his hands is more than ready to meet your back, as much as yours to find his shoulder, while the others become ones, fingers intertwined and eyes locked together. The piano and sax's slow and warm notes lead you in the sea of dance, and nothing else matters in the night that walks away on cat's steps.

DAVID RIVERA

Warnings: slight mention of death, vampirism, sucking, blood

"... So this is why you want to learn how to play sax, eh?"

You are not looking at David at the moment, but can easily see his expression by the amusement in his voice; and when you turn, following the rhythm of the jazz music - and of the dance you are performing -, you can confirm that yes, your vampire boyfriend is actually staring at you with his arms crossed on the chest and a huge grin in the face, so genuine he even reaches his pale eyes.

This is another moment of the uncommon story you are living with David: a stream of unusual days and memorable conversations about everything, a lot of revelations and memories to create together... and the fact he didn't turn you into a vampire.

Not yet.

Maybe not until now.

It was his choice to put on one of your jazz disks: he found it while buzzling around your things and observing you going through your duties in your house, and for once, after having read the label, he kept himself silent, letting the music talk. A gold choice, since it seems David is having a greater time than you by just observing you bumping against the furniture at every step and moving in your own way - even if in public you would gain more than a puzzled glance.

But what about taking a step further?

David rolls his eyes and huffs when you stop and reach out your hand for him, in a silent and implied request to join you; the vampire makes another face when you chuckle, but doesn't look at your until your tongue calls his name in the sweetest tone, keeping every letter on your lips and savoring them before letting them free. You have his attention immediately, but still some more work to do to make him give up.

"I swear, this time I will bite you and suck every single drop of your crazy blood" he eventually mutters while you teach him to adjust his feet and where to put his hands on you, "hoping it will worth this torture, or I will chase you everywhere."

"I'll spare the comments on how deadly funny you are" you reply, taking his hand into yours and trying to not shiver at the coldness biting your palm, "and instead... may I have this dance?"

"Yes, I'll definitely bite you. Count your last moments, pretty face, see you on the side of the undead ones."

It sounds somehow... peaceful on his tongue. As if it were a reward, a land waiting for you from a long time. Something that ceased to scare you.

For now, you still enjoy the warmth and softness of your body pressed against the icy, stone-strong one of David; the intimacy of your chin slightly raised so you can feel your throat brushing against his collarbones, and the slow, sweet rhythm of the song that makes both of you rolling as if a calm sea were embracing you.

A soft, almost unaudible moan escapes you when his lips touch your exposed neck, but not a single bite follows: maybe it's only the start of the show, maybe David is already sucking your mortal life away, but you are not feeling anything else than the pleasure of his mouth on your skin; and this is fine like this.

You would not run away from there... not now, not ever.

HANK MCCOY

Clear night sky bejeweled by pearls of stars, lingering scent of the last rain, and jazz music flowing from every corner.

The memories of the art exhibition seen some hours before, a peaceful walk under a crescent moon, and a sweet tune rolling around your mind and tongue, following you even inside the walls of your home...

A home where a soft light comes from under the door of your bedroom, and paints every step of the stairs in a soft glow that smells of comfort, cuddles and tenderness.

It's no time to sleep now: the night can only continue, since he's here.

You take your sweet time taking every step higher and higher, you don't want to rush anything - even if you cannot wait - and taste the expectation, the moment before opening the door and welcoming the happiness; but the right instant you clearly hear the music coming to graze your clothes, you forget every restraint and run into the bedroom with little to none elegance.

You cannot tell who laughs first: if you, or the huge, blue, gentle looking man who sits on the edge of your bed and has still one of your books in his lap; for sure, you are the one who doesn't waste any second in throwing yourself into his open arms, and he takes even less in hugging you and sinking one of his hands in your hair, stroking it with that love and care you know so well.

"Look who's there! And I thought the best thing happened to me today was that art exhibition... guess you never cease to surprise me, Professor Henry McCoy! And please, don't stop..."

Hank chuckles again, showing his fangs, and softly strokes your cheeks with a clawed finger. "What can I say, my flower? To always surprise and please you is another one of my gifts" is the reply you have, then he taps your nose and holds you even tighter against his chest, savoring the simple, deep pleasure of having you in his arms and seeing your smile, no futile words needed.

The music changes in that exact moment, the unmistakable tone of a sax filling the room and locking your gazes in what reveals itself to be your favorite song.

"... Is my beloved one ready to follow me in a dance, or do I have to repeat the song again and again till he finds the energy to bear with me?"

"And who says you will not be the one asking for a break after the first steps? Due to my experiments and deduction, I can say with enough confidence I have enough energy for both of us, even now."

You immediately put the hands on his pectorals and push yourself away just a bit, to look at him with feigned skepticism and a half grin. "Hmmm... if you tell so... but I think I need some proof from my favorite genius. Who knows, even he could make mistakes, somehow..."

Hank adjusts the glasses on his nose and grins back at you, following you in your play and grabbing you by the waist to put you standing on the bed. When he does the same and you throw your arms around his neck and let his strong arms lift you till you are at the same face level, you abandon yourselves to the rhythm, the smooth, silken notes running down your skin in gloved shivers, mouths not able to stay far away for long and not ashamed to give in their desire on each other's flesh.

The spell is cast on both, no hope to step back and save yourselves; and there is no will to.

Only a sweet, sweet night to live; sunrise can wait.

Possibly, forever.

Thank you @xreaderdumpster for the hc of Hank loving jazz!

[cloud-ette]

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀᴛ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where you take them on a museum date, and they are just being... themselves.

NOTE: Reader is an adult: a former student, a person the characters have met outside the school, your choice.

Thank you for the 300+ followers part 2 (with my favorite staff members and side characters, because why not?)!

DIVUS CREWEL

As soon as he picks you up, Crewel doesn't fail to notice you dressed like your favorite artwork; and regardless of this choice suits your or not, the way you are smiling, completely at ease in your clothes and genuinely happy at the thought of spending some time with him, makes the professor refrain from any comment.

He just gives you an approving look if he finds you impeccable; if not, postpones the scolding to another time - even if he doesn't forget about it.

Also, since he's already guessed you would dress like this - he got to know you well in these years -, Crewel even gives you an accessory to complete the outfit, not hiding his pride and satisfaction in seeing your face lighting up even more and immediately wearing his gift.

"You better be prepared to be my guide for the whole afternoon, my dear, and I'm curious to see what you are up to..."

A man of his word, leaving you free rein at the museum, listening to you talking and explaining and enjoying every second of the private tour you are giving him.

It doesn't mean he doesn't notice everything happening on you: the tone of your voice while you are talking about the artworks, how it changes based on if you are showing him your favorite pieces or not, the light in your face while you are engrossed revealing every art secret, how you move around the rooms...

For a second time, the professor keeps himself silent, just adjusting your clothes if they fall victim to the heat of the moment, or fixing your hair; instead, as soon as the visit ends, he asks you for another one, and this time he is the one leading.

Brace up for a long, detailed lesson in history of fashion using the artworks as references; and do not dare to chuckle once at his comments, his pointer is with him and he won't hold back from using it against you.

At the end of the visit, Crewel also teases you on purpose saying that, reluctantly, he has to acknowledge your passion and proficiency in art field; and of course he has to scold you if you bite back and reply tit for tat, as I said before, you are not in safe from his discipline measures just because you are an adult like him.

"I have puppies more trained than you, Y/N, and I must do something about it..."

Sighs if you ask him to take a photo recreating your favorite artworks, but fulfills your wish - not before letting you know he'll demand a proper payment for his sacrifice.

But since the date left him satisfied and it's always a worthwhile vision seeing you so happy about something, he won't ask for too much. Just the usual, high standard you are already used to and love to banter with him about.

MOZUS TREIN

Of course, Lucius comes with you. No way Trein would leave him at home, out of discussion.

So, be ready to have a (maybe not too much) long and (definitely) fun talk at the ticket office and with the museum staff, probably ending in them letting you go out of exhaustion or because you somehow manage to move their hearts; anyway, you save the day, and from the way Trein smiles ad nods at you, you do a good job.

Also, he appreciates the fact you have chosen a moment of the day where the museum is not jam-packed and there is not that noise, so you can have a calm, pleasurable experience with none getting on your nerves.

Trein tries to not be too stern or authoritative with you, since you are not a student of his, but habits die hard and sometimes he feels the urge to praise you like he does when his boys do great.

Trein knows by heart every single artwork of the museum, but this fact doesn't undermine the pleasure of taking a visit with you: what makes the difference is how you tell and explain your favorite works, the passion in your speech, the pure love you feel for art and how you pour it into the world. This is what matters the most and brings more than a smile on Trein's face, and warmth in his chest.

You don't see it, maybe you don't even imagine it, but you are the real artwork now.

Even Lucius seems satisfied by the visit, purring in the arms of his owner and sometimes rubbing a paw or the head against your shoulder when you take Trein's arm to walk on another room.

A tender, tranquil date that ends in front of a good cup of tea and a slice of cake that nearly makes a new paint out of your face, to the professor's amusement (he chuckles by himself), especially when you start giggling and laughing at the mess you are making.

He doesn't wait even a day to call and tell his daughters how good he felt with you, and how he wishes for another date like this, or simply a moment shared with you in this serenity.

Yes, you are the real artwork, not only of today but of an entire life. And like a light after the deep darkness, you have entered his life; how to not call this a blessing?

ASHTON VARGAS

You cannot believe your ears when Vargas accepts to go to a MUSEUM date with you; he really loves you so deeply and utterly if he doesn't think twice before approving your suggestion for the weekend.

You proposed it as a joke, to laugh together and start a banter, surely not expecting this outcome; and when you two cross the threshold of building, you are still astonished and in disbelief.

Is it happening for real...?

You lose him in the first room: one moment he's near you, the next moment boom, vanished in the air - pretty difficult to happen, considering his impressive size; but here we are, with you confused in the middle of the room, completely clueless of where your date disappeared.

Did he get scared or bored? Or...

Or he found a statue that caught his attention, and had to start a competition on who has the best muscles, turning the entire room into a chaotic mess because no way now he's going unnoticed.

You can choose to proceed on your visit alone, knowing so well Vargas won't leave the spot that quick; or stay, accept everything and chuckle - it's not the first time this happens, the opposite.

And for every room it's the same show.

The longest date you've ever had, and by far the funniest and most unexpected you would imagine. And it's actually impossible to know who enjoyed the day the most, so you can call it a success.

HONEST FELLOW

"Before starting this date, just know that if you end in jail, I'll pretend to not know you. And Gidel will stay with me. Are we clear?"

"... And they say I am the dramatic one here. Just try to trust me more, sweetheart~ won't you?"

*Eloquent stare, before you drag Honest in the museum and start the day, whatever it will bring.*

Something good, hopefully.

Two reasons to hold your favorite smooth talker's hand: to be a romantic dove, and to prevent him from stealing and making disappear artifacts or artworks too precious to even stare at, let alone touch or play with.

But will the beastman not tease you about how much you could gain from playing a trick using the wonderful, priceless material all around you? Try a guess.

You don't lose time glaring at him, just pinching Honest's ears or nose as a warning if he tries something funny, or squeezing his hand harder and refusing to let it go while you lead the way and meet the sight of your favorite artworks.

And for once, as soon as you start talking about what you are seeing, not literally but with the eyes of your soul, Honest keeps his tongue still and listens to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist or neck and abandoning his head on top of yours, his expression quickly changes from slightly bored to full attentive, catching every word and half grinning at the passion exuding your words.

"It seems you've learnt a bit too well how to charm people, my beautiful~"

"... You are wrong: you are the one who learnt it from me, my beloved."

Just a chuckle and a kiss blown into your ear, and a gentle tip on your arm, enough to encourage you to resume your speech.

Now and there Honest drops a comment, to make you laugh and smile or simply add something he finds worth or interesting to be shared; but today the main stage is yours, to act as you please and show your world without any restraint, and the fox is satisfied enough to watch you without interfering too much.

You are so blissful, perfect like this, inspired by the gods of art themselves... right, it would really be a crime breaking some law in a day like this and ruin your moment...

Even if it means giving up the idea of stealing the delicious food they are selling into the museum cafeteria, the smell of which is tempting almost as much as your art discourses.

Something you don't fail to notice, and your lips cannot help curling in a soft smile, your hands tenderly stroking his cheeks.

"Oh, this is actually the best... more to come after the visit?"

"That's smooth~ yes, I think we can find an agreement, later... and now, to the next room!"

[cloud-ette]

ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ - ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

✦ Che'nya

Target - Squeezing Their Weakest/Most Ticklish Spot

Feel The Night - Falling asleep in their bed

✦ Divus Crewel

Hold My Crown - Being with a Prince/Princess reader

Nothing Will Drag You Down - Comforting the homesick reader

Pas De Deux - Dancing with you

We Are Art - Going on a museum date with you

Feel The Night - Falling asleep in their bed

I Put A Spell On You

✦ Mozus Trein

Nothing Will Drag You Down - Comforting the homesick reader

We Are Art - Going on a museum date with you

Feel The Night - Falling asleep in their bed

✦ Ashton Vargas

We Are Art - Going on a museum date with you

✦ Honest Fellow

We Are Art - Going on a museum date with you

Tender Like You - Your lap or theirs?

I Stay With You - Stopping your wedding to run away with him

I Am Your Fire - Seeing you in a bathing suit

Feel The Night - Falling asleep in their bed

✦ Skully J. Graves

I Am Your Fire - Seeing you in a bathing suit

Feel The Night - Falling asleep in their bed

A Sweeter Shade Of Dark - All the kisses Skully gives you