⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓘magine a healer! Yuu who can heal any injuries but with the cost of their own body. They can heal cuts, broken bones, and even emotional wounds, but it always tranfers to them— pair that up with selflessness and you got yourself a recipe for disaster
NRC did not treat selfless people as kindly as it does to selfish ones. It teaches them that you need to think for yourself, to think about the consequences of being kind, to think about about how the world wouldn't be kind to those who give themselves up for others. That's why people there don't work together, that's why people there are selfish, that's why they're egocentric— but it's not their fault, no, it never is. They just need someone to show them kindness.
That's where you came in. A person from another world— a magic-less person from another world.
A magic-less, kind, person from another world.
Allot of people noticed how gentle you were; how polite you were to Crowley, how you helped Kalim when his robes set on fire on the opening ceremony, how you smiled at strangers when they make eye contact with you. They thought that you wouldn't last a day in here, that you would eventually get yourself in deep trouble for being too generous, for being to helpful in a school filled with selfish people.
But no.
Instead, they saw changes. Overblot after overblot, there were little changes that could all be connected by you.
And every after the Overblots, there were always injured people— it's not severe however, no of course not, instead these were just cuts, bruises, and broken wrists if you were being generous. It all depends in the Overblot of course, but still, the point still stands.
And every time, after the fight, you were always there in the infirmary healing them— Professor Crewel knows about your ability to heal, but he doesn't know the consequences, so he allows you to heal them because he thinks that it's a weird magic blessing you have that you didn't have any side effects when healing people, so he let you stay. You always spoke to them with a smile on your face, and praised them for being brave.
The first years knows your healing powers first hand: Ace and Deuce got healed after Riddle's overblot and immediately praised you for how useful and amazing your ability was. Jack got healed after Leona's overblot and he remarked how your power doesn't belong in a school like this. Epel got healed after Vil's overblot and gushed about how he could actually breath properly now— but stopped when you coughed and excused yourself to the bathroom, he asked about it with confusion, and you smiled weakly in response then brushed it off. Ortho saw your healing abilities and gushed about how you were that one healing mage in a boss battle that the team can't afford to lose. Sebek shouted at how useful you were and praised you with a loud voice.
But they don't know that you took all their injuries and hid it.
But Grim does.
He found out after a particularly hard Overblot fight. You pulled him in a closed off space and healed him— you healed his broken paw. He looked at it, amazed at how his paw healed in such a short time with your magic, he looked up at you with stars in his eyes, and as he was about to say something, he stopped, and looked at your expression.
You were wincing and holding your hand with little pricks of tears on the side of your eyes, he looked at you worriedly and asked what was wrong, and as you were about to cover it up, to smile and hold back your tears as if his broken paw didn't just transfer to your own hand and injure it in the process. He gently put his paw over your injured one.
"... This is 'cause of me isn't it?" He asked quietly.
Silence settled between the two of you, before you sighed and nodded, "it's the consequences of my healing powers" you smiled and lifted up his face with your uninjured hand, "don't worry about it, okay? I'll take care of it"
...
"Ya' know yer' not alone in this, right?"
You smiled.
"I know"
𝗔/𝗻: I might elaborate on this in future works BUT for now I'll just leave it like this and let y'all take a peak at what's about to come heheheh 😋
Where you fall asleep in the boys' (or dads') bed for the first time since you have met them, and they were not expecting it.
The post is a reprise of this, but with my favorite side characters.
NOTES: you two are romantically involved already; and with Crewel, Trein and Honest, reader is supposed to be an adult.
DIVUS CREWEL
He glares at you from his immaculate desk, then leaves the spot without a sound to approach the bed and stare at your peaceful face - at least, at the half of it emerging from under the fur blankets.
His hands on the hips and the lips in a straight line of disapproval and scolding, the professor doesn't wake you up, just narrows his eyes when you snore too loudly and shakes the head at noticing the mess you have made of his always-so-perfect bed. Such a bratty pup...
"Well, dear, tomorrow I will have to take care of your insolence properly" Crewel mutters with no real bite in his words, adjusting the blankets in quick but delicate moves and making himself sure you will be warm and cozy all night long, "so, better for you to be rested and ready to keep up with the training."
He doesn't forget to softly kiss your eyelids before leaving you to your slumber; but don't think he won't forgive your lack of elegance in your sleep positions.
He will never.
MOZUS TREIN
How did it happen?
Yes, you and Mozus are in a relationship from more than some time, now, and really happy together; and even if a part of his heart will always ache and feel the void left by his wife's death, you are the second opportunity and blessing love and life gave him, and being with you is so easy... for this, he should not be so embarrassed and surprised of seeing you asleep in his bed, even more because you both are adults.
But, yes, how did it happen?
It leaves a strange taste in his mouth: not bitter, but filled in melancholy and relief at the same time. Of things lost a long time ago, and found again. The same taste someone could feel when life starts making things right and repairing the damage it did.
And even if it's only a start... it's already something. Something important, something to protect. Something beautiful, almost as much as your serene smile half buried against his pillow.
Mozus doesn't join you in the bed, tonight is not made for him to sleep: he has a lot to think about, and to live. So, he quietly sits on the armchair next to the bed and watches the stars borning and fading in the quiet black, leaving his space on the bed to Lucius (who doesn't lose a single moment before curling against your side and purring in satisfaction).
For tonight, it goes like this. And what will follow, it's all yours to dance.
HONEST FELLOW
"Uh? Who told you my bed was free? What a greedy soul..."
Fellow's voice manages to shake you just for a moment, but doesn't break your sleep; you mumble something incoherent, followed by a giggle coming from whatever world you are dreaming of, and turn onto your other side. Not a single bother for the actions and the presence of the beast man standing next to the bed, staring at you in disbelief.
He was expecting everything from your strange disappearance during the evening; everything, but not to find you under his blankets, arms and legs sprawled like a baby, snoring with the same peace of an angel. The last place Honest thought your always tidy, composed and perfect self would have enjoyed is this... but he's not that annoyed by the fact.
The opposite.
"... You know what? Fine. Stay. But don't think I'll sleep on the floor, not even for you, pretty head."
With his usual theatrical manners, the fox moves away the blankets to enter the bed, still careful to not wake you up - he doesn't want to hear you grumbling and scolding him, just for this and nothing else eh -, and gently makes some room for himself by taking you in his arms. A proud half grin crosses his face when you put the head on his chest and sink the fingers in his long hair, and he comments on how romantic and sweet you are in your sleep; even if he's the first who strokes your nape and cheeks with his fingertips or the back of the hand, and leaves the most of the blankets to you.
He takes his time before closing his eyes and surrender to the gentle darkness of rest: sleep eludes him, pushed away by the memory of all the nights he spent alone or in the cold with Gidel, not a single act of kindness under the unmoved moon, and by your own body next to him, holding him tightly and keeping on smiling in your wonderful dreams.
Maybe Honest could dare to hope he's in them too; because you definitely are in his. And everything is always better with you around.
SKULLY J. GRAVES
"... Oh my... my... is it happening for real?"
Skully doesn't believe his eyes: you, sleeping so calmly and soundly in his bed? Not a care in the world, just... this?
The boy goes around the room, careful to not make a sound, watching you from every angle, his mind not able to fully realize this moment is real: maybe because he always dreamed of it without daring to ask you openly, labelling it as a mere hope... maybe because he never felt himself worth of this.
But now that it's happening? He doesn't know how to react.
He only knows he will let you sleep to your heart's content, leaving the entire bed to you, sacrificing his own rest to not bother yours. He's more than happy like this, the sight of you hugging his pillow is enough to bring a smile on his face in the next months, if not years.
For this, when he approaches the bed to adjust the blankets around your shoulders and you whisper his name, he doesn't hear it at first; but as soon as your hands find his fingers and squeeze them, refusing to let them go, Skully stops; and for the first time, he seriously considers the idea of joining you.
The moment you call his name again, lost in your dreams but somehow still vigil, the gears start turning; and eventually the boy enters the bed, laying down stiff like a mummy to not take your space, and becoming even stiffer when you forget his pillow to hold him instead, cheek pressed against his and your nose buried in his soft hair.
Skully doesn't sleep a single wink all night long, and still he's the happiest soul around in hundred miles range.
Please, take away all his sleep, but never let him go.
CHENYA
"... Uh? What an interesting surprrrrrise..."
Chenya is so used to be the one who sleeps and plays into your bed while you are busy with life, that the other way around is a huge news for him; not that he dislikes it - it only means he has a new pillow (his favorite in no time) for tonight and, he hopes, maybe even for the ones to come.
So, without losing even an inch of his adorable attitude or smile and approaching you nonchalantly, your beloved cat climbs on the bed and curls by your side, gently pushing and shaking your arm with the nose to make you hug him and letting go a contented sigh when you stroke his ears and hair while still sleeping.
Chenya falls in a slumber deeper than yours in any case, and the next morning you are the first to wake up with him still pressed against your body and refusing to get up. You are so soft, it would be a crime not basking and dreaming in your warmth for another hour... or maybe half a day.
Your dad has basically forgotten you, not giving you any attention or time anymore. You would think being the one and only daughter of twisted wonderland famous and amazing fashion designer would be fabulous! But it’s not.
Warnings: Major angst, no happy ending, neglected reader, reader is crewels daughter, mentions of depression, depressing celebrity life for reader, hate comments, mentions of parties and underage smoking, drinking, uhh let me know if I missed anything!
Reader is nicknamed cherry!
Words: 4.4k
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You just came home after another successful night at the studio. You skipped down the hall happily. You were quite literally buzzing with excitement as your hands held the most recent magazine cover photo shoot you did a while back. You walked up to your fathers study room, excited and slightly nervous. A few knocks on the door and a small “come in” was all you needed before bursting inside the room with joy. You hold up the magazine like it was treasure. (Which it was)
“Look father!”
The cover of the new magazine you recently modeled for a couple weeks ago was now inches away from his face. You looked at him with wide hopeful eyes. He glances up, eyes briefly scanning the cover before looking back down to the dozens of papers that scattered around his desk. His eyes now glued to the pile in front of him. You took a quick look at the pile and mentally sighed.
School assignments
He sighs. He doesn’t even budge or look your way when you practically shove the magazine cover in front of his face again. Your smile soon drops to a frown. Growing a bit frustrated by your fathers lack of attention.
“Dad-” But he cuts you off with a huff.
“I saw it already, you did wonderful now please for sevens sake let me go back to grading in peace” Your smile instantly dropped. Liar. You knew he hadn't seen it yet because you remember specifically telling the company to not drop any of the photos first because you wanted him to be the first one to see them before anyone else did.
“But da-”
“Y/n! Please you are not a child anymore I’m sure you’ll be fine without your father’s attention for at least a couple hours” You slowly backed up from his space. Grabbing the magazine so it wasn’t in his face anymore while trying to ignore the small ache in your chest.
“Sorry dad” You mutter out quietly. Head now hanging low as you clutch the magazine tight with your hands.
“It fine sweetheart, now go have dinner, I’m sure it’s prepared for you now” You frown. You look back up to him with a confused tilt of your head.
“And you? You haven’t eaten yet have you?”
“I did”
Are you serious? Without you again?
“Huh? But-”
“Don’t worry about your old man now, I already ate when I was at work” You can already hear the complaints from your assistant about having creases and frown lines by how your brows are furrowed and your lips upside down.
“Now go on pup, dinners waiting” With a defeated sigh you slowly walk out your fathers study room. You turn around one last time before closing the door and making your way back to your room.
The magazine that you were once proud of was now crumpled and torn as you threw it away in the trash. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as you hold back your whimpers and cries. The walk back to your room felt endless.
What was once a happy and lively home, is now a quiet and gloomy place.
You don't remember how it started
Was it your mother’s passing?
Or the day before your 9th birthday?
Either way, your father drowned himself in piles and piles of work and became a workaholic. Never making time for you anymore. There was once a man who loved you loudly and dearly, joined you in your tea parties, took you dress shopping, let you apply your makeup on him, and took you to all his shows.
Now that same man is gone as his number one priority is his work and students. Not the precious daughter he once adored.
And you hate to admit it. But you noticed that your relationship with him has slowly changed. With so many years not spent together, you feel like you don’t even know him anymore or if he even knows you.
You have a father, but the absence of his presence makes it feel like you don’t have one.
You shut your door before immediately flopping down on your bed. The magazine now forgotten as you stared up at your ceiling. You did everything you could to get your father’s attention. You started sketching designs for his line when you were 10, became a professional model at 15, got straight A’s, got accepted to one of the top 3 prestigious all girls colleges, and even starred in a few popular movies by the time you were 17.
But none of it grabbed your fathers attention. All that hard work, dedication and commitment to this industry wasn’t enough for him.
You were furious. You grabbed a chunk of your hair as you pulled harshly, not letting out the scream you wanted so badly to release. But you huffed loudly as you let go and started punching a pillow repeatedly.
If the press saw you now they’ll think you have gone mental.
But what else do you have to do to finally get his attention?
-
Well it seems like yuu didn’t have to do anything.
You heard about a magicless student who unexpectedly appeared at Night Raven College. The school where your father worked. A childhood friend that goes there told you about them, you were thrilled when you first heard. A magicless student who is from a different world? How cool!
You were eager to meet them, maybe even become friends with them!
But guess the universe had different plans.
You watch as they animatedly talk to your father excitedly. He wore a small smile on his face and a look of concentration. In his hand he held an open book. Flipping through the pages as he spewed out compliments and praises. It made you sick.
You watched from across the room as your father praised them for another job well done. Your father was a very critical and professional man when it came to his job in fashion. He even critiqued some of your works in the past when you were lucky enough to get a scrap of his attention. Now here you are, watching the one thing you wanted from him being offered to another.
It looks like they’re his kid.
You watch as your father ruffles yuu head. The last time he did that was when you were 8. He closes the book, hands it to yuu and smiles. Like actually smiling.
“Outstanding job pup, I hope to see more from you in this industry later in the future” The young prefect just smiles before thanking him. You feel your eye twitch.
That’s not fair
They aren’t from here. They don’t know anything about twisted wonderland fashion.
“You better stop with that frowning, you’ll ruin your skin with wrinkles at this rate” You immediately look up to see who it is. Vil stands besides you. A smile gracing his beautiful face as he watches yuu and your dad.
“Seems like professor Crewel is rather fond of the prefect” You feel a nasty wave of slight rage and jealousy course through your veins.
“Yeah…very” He arches a perfectly shaped brow at the tone of your voice.
“Is everything alright? You seem…peeved” You immediately remind yourself of where you’re at and that there’s no time to be jealous and angry right now. Your face immediately turns from cold to cheerful in seconds.
“It’s nothing! Oh! I almost forgot!” You quickly pull out the book from your bag. You hand it to Vil excitedly as he looks at it.
“Oh? What 's this?”
“Open it!” He grabs the book from your hands before opening it. Various pieces of beautiful and well detailed work meet his eyes. He looks stunned. He goes through the pages slowly. Taking in every detail, color, and shape.
You start to grow nervous with his lack of response.
Does he hate it?
Just as you were about to snatch the book back and tell him to forget about it, he looks up at you with a fond smile.
“These are beautiful cherry” You froze.
“Huh?” He hands you back your book before patting your head.
“Your work is amazing, why haven’t you made any of it yet?” Your face grows hot. Feeling a tiny bit embarrassed and shy from the compliment.
“I- well ummmm”
“Your work is beautiful, why don’t you work for your fathers company?” At the mention of your father, your mood instantly changes. You huff before finding the floor interesting.
“He doesn’t think they’re good” You slowly look up to find him…shock.
“Not good?” He asks. He was in disbelief, not believing you. You chuckle.
“You know how he is, a perfectionist at everything he does”
Growing up with a professional designer as your father and someone who is well known in this industry, you take his criticism to heart.
“None of my designs can ever compare to the beautiful works he has made and created” Vil simply shakes his head. Clearly disagreeing with your comment.
“I don’t think having a different style is bad. In fact it would be a good idea if your father collaborated with you. Having two wonderful designers collaborating and creating a beautiful piece together would be something the public would love to see. Especially since your his daughter, people would find it cute”
You pause. You then look up at Vil with big eyes. Honestly, that’s not a bad idea! Maybe then your dad will finally notice you and you’ll be able to work with him in the future!
“That’s…not a bad idea! Thank you so much Vil!” You say. You go up on your tippy toes and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing your stuff and leaving to go find your father. Vil stands there stunned before slowly smiling.
-
It takes you a while to find him, but once you do you quickly run up to him all giddily. But just before you could enter the room he was in, the loud sound of his hands clapping together was enough to make you stay in place.
“Wonderful! Now from then on, yuu will be working under me and have one of their many pieces in my fashion line!” Everyone in the room cheered as they congratulated the prefect. You watch them smile excitedly before turning around and hugging your dad.
Your movements grow slow. The smile that once graced your face falls as you hear the news. You stood a couple feet away from the room as you watched your father lean into their hug.
How?
How is it so easy for them to get your father’s attention while you practically beg and fight for even a SCRAP of his time.
You slowly turn back around. Choosing to walk yourself home instead of him taking you.
-
For the rest of the week you couldn’t forget about that interaction between your father and yuu. It was like they don’t have to shove things in his face or throw a small tantrum to make him at least look up and see them.
You didn’t talk at all during dinner. You were even surprised to see that he finally made time to sit and actually spend time with his own flesh and blood, even if it’s just dinner.
You poke around your food as you sit there. Not even bothering to eat anything off your plate.
“You're awfully quiet today, didn’t even come barging into my study room to talk my ear off. Finally decided to give your father some peace?” He jokes. But it landed awfully because instead of it making you laugh, it pierced right through you and your insecurities.
He thinks your annoying
You try not to let those words bother you. Your appetite is long gone, though you doubt you even had it to begin with.
He coughs before opening his mouth again.
“I have a new show coming up next month. I already have your ticket for it.” You finally look up. He was busy staring at his plate while eating.
“And the prefect seat is also next to yours. You two can talk about your designs before the show starts, I know the prefect has plenty of beautiful and interesting designs to show you” Your throat tightens at the mention of them. Wonderful, he can’t even go at least a moment without mentioning them.
“Maybe they can show you a few pointers too” That’s it.
“What’s so special about their designs? T-their not even near your or my level!” You shout. He was stunned. He lifts his head up to stare at you with furrowed brows. Angry and slightly disappointed.
“Your level?” You gulp. You can tell that ticked him off.
“Your work isn’t even near my or their level! Honestly my child, what's up with you? You have been nothing but a brat lately! I know I spoiled you a lot but-” You scoff in utter disbelief.
“Spoiled? Spoiled?! What do you mean spoiled?! I’ve never asked you for anything! All those gifts and trinkets never once have I asked!” You shout.
“All I wanted was to spend time with you! But no! You pushed me away and instead of giving me an opportunity to work with you, you decided on someone who isn’t even your fucking kid!!”
“That’s enough go to your room! I can’t believe your behavior right now” You couldn’t believe it. Not only did he insult YOU but he stood up for someone who isn’t even his KID! You furiously stood up from your seat and marched your way back to your room upstairs. But not before slamming your door shut.
You can suddenly feel your emotions finally being let go as you let it all out. You fall on your knees as you cried silently in your own arms. Your hands going up to your head as you pull on your hair.
A habit you never broke out from since you were a child. Something you always did when you were upset or anxious.
Why couldn’t your father be there for you?
Why do you have to fight and beg for his attention and love?
What does yuu have that you don’t?
You made sure you are the top one of your class
Got accepted to a prestigious school
The public loves you and your works in the acting and modeling industry!
Now you want to enter the fashion industry like him and be like him! Hell vil even said that your designs were beautiful!
So why? Why can’t he pay attention to you, why can’t he see you?
You cried all night as endless thoughts and questions lingered over your head.
-
“Seriously? That’s awful!”
“Oh my! How can he take the side of some orphan kid! I mean, look at you cherry! You are someone’s dream kid and he’s pushing you aside? Unbelievable” you sit there quietly as your friends defend you. Ever since that argument with your father, you had been ignoring him.
“Even Vil said your work was beautiful! Vil!”
“I think I might have to start boycotting him” Now that makes you laugh.
“It’s fine ... .Thanks for the support guys” Your girl friends all pulled you into a hug. They know the relationship you have with your father isn’t the best, so they always try everything in their power to make you feel better.
“Hey cherry!” You glance up. Your friend smiles as her hands rest on your shoulders.
“You know what can make you feel better?” A wave of curiosity lights your eyes.
“What?”
“A party!”
-
You were never one to drink. Anything that can ruin your image, health, and future was something you strictly stayed away from. But lately you’ve been curious about all the stuff teens your age do. I mean, you are always busy. With photoshoots, modeling, brand advertisement, etc. you never really had any time to go out and let loose.
And with the recent problems you have with your father, maybe going out and having a taste of teenage rebellion is exactly what you need.
The party was loud. Your friend's parents were out of town and wouldn’t be back til next week. You walk inside and are immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies. You couldn’t help but cringe.
“Cherry berry!” You look to see your friends waving at you excitedly. You smile before quickly making your way towards them.
“I’m so happy you made it!” One of them says. She hands you a red solo cup.
“Alright girl, drink up!”
Maybe that was the start of your shitty life.
You didn't come home til late at night. Your friends dropped you off and you sneaked in from the back door. You at first thought your father would be waiting for you somehow. Either the living room or your bedroom.
But no.
He wasn’t there ready to scold you or tell you about how reckless you are being.
Just silence.
The months after that started going by like a blur. It started off slowly. You started ignoring your father, choosing to eat in your room instead of the dining room. You wake up early for breakfast and leave, sometimes not eating at all. Then your grades slipped by a single letter. Not too bad, you were still passing.
Next was your motivation. You did try when you were at your shoots. you tried to keep up and not be another disappointment to other people. A few of the people you worked with notice a change in you. Some would come up and ask if you were feeling alright, if you needed a break but you were quick to dismiss them.
Then came your attendance. You only missed one day of each week, that’s not bad. But as the days and weeks go by, it gets a bit harder to show up. You started skipping some classes, taking naps in empty rooms, scrolling through your phone at a random cafe.
Just normal stuff like that.
Nothing too bad, right?
Then came the parties. You started going out more. Jumping and dancing around to music. In these parties you slowly started getting used to the taste of alcohol. It was only five shots! Nothing can go wrong with five shots.
You then stopped showing up for shoots. Your manager would text and call you like crazy, wondering where you are as you wake up with a killing headache from the parties the night before.
Your grades have officially dropped to the negatives now. Your once perfect and outstanding grades soon slip down to the bottom of the ranks. Even past rivals notice this. Some even came up to you and asked what’s up. Why aren’t you at the top like always?
You just shrug.
You don’t show up to school anymore, you are barely home now, busy crashing over at your friends house.
You started changing up your look too.
Started wearing bold makeup, new piercings, you even dyed your hair a different color. Your manager was absolutely horrified by this. The color instantly drained from his face.
But you didn’t care.
You were slowly losing yourself. You lost weight, your grades are horrible, your motivation to keep up soon falls, you start partying, drinking, even picking up a habit of smoking, and your confidence crumbles.
You were an absolute mess of what once was a perfect example of a good daughter.
You stopped answering texts and calls from your father now. You even started ignoring Vil. He’s been worried about you the last couple of months. He’s seen news outlets and reports about your current state. Some are calling you a rebel while others are saying you look trashy. Just nasty and rude comments from people that don’t know what’s going on in your life.
You now have your fathers attention. He’s seen what the media has said about you. And maybe he’s finally waking up and realizing what he has done. Everything the media is saying about you hurts him.
He tries to talk to you, but every single text or call just ends up ignored. He doesn’t see you home anymore, he hears from your friends that you’re fine, just crashing over at their place. He tries not to worry.
Every teenager goes through a rebellious phase. You’ll go back to normal in no time, right?
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“I don’t think you understand how important this is y/n”
You look up at your headmaster with dull eyes. You didn’t want to be here, but your friends insisted and they even dragged you to come here and talk to your headmaster.
“If this continues, I won’t have a choice but to expel you”
Expel
You…
You’re going to get expelled from the school you fought tooth and nail to get into. But instead of that making you panic and scared. You just sat there staring blankly at the headmaster.
“Okay…” She was bewildered by the tone of your voice. Like you didn’t care that your future in this school wasn’t at stake.
“Y/n I’m serious. You were such a lively and intelligent girl. You had straight A’s all three years and were on top of your class, what happened hun?”
And if you were being honest. You don’t know what happened. You slowly look down. Not bothering to answer her. She lets out a heavy sigh before dismissing you.
That was it
You had nothing else to show off or do. Everything you worked hard for was now gone. Your efforts and dedication are all wasted away by this horrible feeling.
You were tired
You didn’t want this anymore
You walk home that night
Your father was out again. He finished his teacher stuff early and left to finish up a few things for his show in a couple weeks.
Vil has been trying to reach you all week. He’s seen what’s been going on with you and had tried to get you to talk to him but you didn’t want to. You were scared he was going to find your behavior childish and annoying. Not only that, you were kinda embarrassed to see him now in your current state.
You looked a mess.
You didn’t bother to go home, being there all alone would just make this feeling worse. You continued walking down the dark streets as tears kept rolling down your face. You lowered your head as you passed by people, not wanting anyone to recognize you as crewel daughter walking around at night looking like a whole mess.
You miss your mom
You miss her laugh
Miss the way her arms would wrap around your small tiny figure as you would cry in her arms.
You miss her bad
And maybe that was a mistake on your part
You weren’t aware of your surroundings. People tend to drive recklessly sometimes. Even worse when it’s winter and the roads aren’t as good as normal.
So when you finally look up after a bright wave of light hits you. You stare there in shock.
You freeze as the car comes in at lightning speed and people on the sidelines start screaming in terror as it finally hits you. Your body hits the grown with a loud and painful thund. You can feel your heartbeat ringing rapidly in your ears. The pain spreads quickly through your body as a bloody puddle soon starts forming.
Maybe your mom missed you too.
-
Crewel felt exhausted. He’s been busy with work and the situation he has with you. Another wave of exhaustion washes over him as he remembers the stack of papers he has waiting for him back home to grade.
Not even wanting to hear another pup whine and moan in his ear about why their grade hasn’t been updated yet.
Soon a loud thud and the rapid sound of footsteps coming his way reaches his ears. He turns around and the moment he does a strange feeling of dread comes over him.
It was his assistant. She was pale and wore a dreadful and panicked expression on her face. His brows furrow as she rushes up to him. Her hands tremble as she tries to form words.
“Is everything-”
“Y-your daughter- y/n has been hit by a c-car!” She screeched. Crewel felt his heart drop. His exhaustion immediately went away as he gripped her shoulders.
“What”
“Hospital! She’s at the hospital and in critical condition” That scared him even more. Without a second thought he immediately dropped everything he was doing and ran out the doors. Ignoring the shouts and calls of his name.
That didn’t matter anymore. The only thing in his mind was you. His daughter. His one and only child.
He trembles down in terror as he runs over red lights. Not even daring to slow down as he speeds his way down to the hospital.
“Please…please be okay”
It felt like hours before he finally got to the hospital. Crewel doesn’t waste a second before rushing out of the car and into the hospital.
Once inside, he doesn’t hesitate to ask for you. Some of the nurses look stunned. The crewel? In their hospital?! But with the worried and terrified look on his face, they knew it wasn’t time for them to admire him.
“My daughter! M-my d-daughter-”
“What’s her name?”
“Y/n, y/n crewel” The nurse types away on her computer. Clicking a few buttons before her face falls. She sighs and looks up to the male. He already hates the expression she’s wearing.
“Sir”
“Don’t give me that look” His eyes begin to sting. He shakes his head as she stands up. She urges him to follow her.
“She’s okay right? My daughter is okay?” But the nurse ignores him. She takes him down a hall before making a turn and pointing at the door.
“She’s in there” she leaves. Crewel hated everything that he was feeling. He sucks in a breath before slowly opening the door.
His heart dropped.
In the middle of the room was a table. A long table with a white cloth covering what looks to be a body. He already knows.
He takes careful slow steps. His hands shake as he pulls down the cloth to see the person's face. He sobs as he’s met with your pale bruised face. He couldn’t believe it. This isn’t real.
His baby can’t be dead. He covers his mouth with one of his hands as he sobs. Loud. He kneels down as he continues to cry.
HIII I really LOVE your art aaaaand I want to thank you because your artwork helps me create better designs!! for exampleeee your headcanon of Malleus is literally the best headcanon I've ever seen 😋😋 I LOVE YOUR ART PLS FEED US
omg thank you!! i was honestly not expecting my redesigns to be helpful, but like (im really happy idk how to write this) THANK YOU?? i love doing my headcanons on redesigns, and im so happy others love it!!
anyways speaking of redesigns, i think its finally time to drop nrc staff redesigns!!
for these redesigns i mainly refered to what the original villains look like,
such as cruellas curly hair in her movie, and her birthmark on her cheek
aswell as more green eyes for lady tremaine (does anyone recognize where ive drawn these exact eyes?)
vargas just has blue eyes like gaston, (i actually love how vargas in his design has lower eyelashes)
sam has the least change, just having a tooth gap like dr. facillier
now for crowleys design, i was talking to my friend on discord (HI!!! if youre reading this!!!) , and they were talking about how theyve adopted my headcanons to the point where they forgot that wasnt canon, and they shared the vilitigo crowley headcanon, and i loved that so much, so heres my interpretation ♡
i was originally going to have him have a blue tint, matching my other fae redesigns, but i also like how a lot of people dont realize crowleys a fae, only telling so when they see his ears, i honestly like that discreteness!
anyways i was posting my progress to another server and apparently i should draw the staff more (according to THE sam fan and crewel yume)
A/N: This part is strictly platonic! I have no problems writing romantic stuff with the staff just for this series this will be platonic
Crewel is my fav but I had such a hard time writing for him... and the rest as well. I liked Trein's part but that is probably because he is voiced by Kellen goff so I tried extra hard to make his cuter. this one is shorter than the rest, but I struggled to write for the staff
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The clock ticked, drawing closer to lunch time. Most students waited all day for this, a time where you can enjoy lunch with your friends. A nice little break from the lectures. But not you, Crowley had been kind enough to let you and Grim enroll at the school, but since you technically counted as one student you both revive one lunch to share.
Now the problems didn't stop there, for Grim ate like a man on the verge of starving, barely leaving anything for you.
So here you were listening to the professor rant on as you dreaded the ringing bell. Ace had noticed your distain. Originally planning on coping your notes he instead asked you what got you so down.
" I don't have anything for lunch, and I can't head back to Ramshackle to pick something up, and even if I could that would mean missing Dinner."
"Why not just ask Jack or Deuce? I'm sure they'd share." Ace pondered, flipping his pencil between his fingers.
"Not even offering your lunch? how kind of you to offer theirs." Ace poked you with his pencil's eraser. "Besides, I don't want them to miss out on lunch, they need their strength to do magic."
Mr. Crewel cleared his throat, "Well, since you pups seem to like taking, why don't you tell me the answer?" he shot you two a sharp glare.
You and Ace sunk into your seats, trying to avoid the glances of your peers.
You lunch time struggles would have to be solved later, for now you had an angry teacher to answer.
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Divus Crewel ♡
He had heard, you weren’t exactly quiet
But he didn’t make any comments on it, as to not further embarrass you
Now he couldn’t let one of his pups stave like some stray! How unbecoming…
So he will provide you with a bit of his
A piece of his sandwich (from a high end shop) and few of his raisin bites (non alcoholic of course, can't be drunk on the job…anymore) a cookie
…now that wasn’t part of his lunch, but his favorite pup should have a little treat after dealing with their unruly friends
And a bottle of apple juice
All served in a to go box from the cafeteria, with a note written in his neat handwriting
Nothing lavash but edible
Now for future reference please just come by his office before lunch and he'll have you sorted out
And you just know he's getting the fancy stuff for you
“Good pups eat all their lunch, and they don't interrupt class with their chatter, next time come to me if you need help with anything. And I will be having a talk with the Headmage on your behalf. - Prof Crewel”
Sam ♡
Sam seems to know everything, almost like the shadows fill him in on the business of all the students…but that would be silly
But you’re in luck he seems to have a meal deal in stock!
And free of charge?! What a deal!
Also just so happens to be one of your favorite meals
How did Mr. Sam know? Well he won’t tell lil imp!
But come around every lunch time and he is willing to hook you up with a free meal
And if you want some extra you could help restock the shelves while you eat for a little dessert after
And it could be a nice break from the loud lunch room you are used to
Such a bargain!
“Hey now Lil imp! Hows about you stay here and enjoy this amazing meal, in stock now! Free of charge for our favorite little prefect.”
Mozus Trein ♡
He has kids
And he isn't as soulless as some of the students make him out to be
Yes he is stern but still
He heard of your situation from Crewel, and like the father he is he thought about how he would want a teacher to react if his children had ever been in that situation
So he finds you during lunch and pulls you away to his class
Saying he needed your help with cleaning up after floyd threw a pen cartage at a student
That did happen but he didn’t actually want you to clean it
Instead you found two lunches
One a typical lunch you’d see, vichyssoise and sliced breads to go with. Some fruits in a little bowl and a cup of water
The other was a cutesy lunch box filled with the most adorable food
fruits cut into stars and cats
The main course being a bowl of ramen filled with veggies and meat
All arranged in perfect order, and a little cupcake and lemonade to go with
Lucius sitting on your lap as you sit down
And for once you were able to pet him, an honor really
“My girls are all grown now, I no longer get to make lunches for them. So please enjoy it, and if you ever need more just pull me aside child.”
Ashton Vargas ♡
Well how can you gain muscle if you aren’t eating?!
This can not do kid you have to get some protein
So he’ll make sure you get all you need to be big and strong like him
Hope you like raw eggs…
And aren’t a vegan or anything of the sort because expect venison and beef jerky for lunch
You know what, it's the thought that counts right?
“When I was your age I ate a dozen eggs everyday to grow buff and large! HA! You could use some more weight on you if you want to get muscles like these!”
Dire Crowley ♡
“Am I the problem?” “OF COURSE YOU ARE”
Now it you had brought to his attention the fact you couldn’t afford lunch after all your lovely friends and even staff had gone out of the way to make you lunches
The Headmage had been of so busy counting shiny coins he had collected in his office when you and Crewel burst through the door
Ok Mr Crewel bust through the door
Before you could politely discuss your issues Crewel began ranting at Crowley
“And how do you expect this pup to fix your messes and be hungry?! Have you lost your damn!- excuse my language prefect, mind?! WELL?!”
Crowley went to answer only for the door to burst open again this time your good friend Malleus being there
Upon seeing you his anger turned to confusion
“Prefect, should you not be in class?”
“Well-”
“Headmage!” Azul and Kalim ran in and also became confused at the group gathering
Slowly but surely your whole group of friends filed in to dig into the school’s head about his lack of care
Jade and Floyd made veiled threats
Lilia chided him for his immaturity
Trey gave a kind but stern speech on caring for all students, even ones not meant to be here
It was touching seeing all your friends and teachers come to your aid
“I see I have ruffled some feathers! No worries dear students and faculty, I will see to it the prefect has two meal tickets. As to avoid such problems in the future. Ah! I am so generous I am hahah!”
At that all the students glared at the eccentric…man? Fae…thing with disbelief
And you watched as Mr. Crewel face palmed and said “ you idiot…”
But hey you and Grim didn’t mind so long as you two got to eat every day
Though you had a sneaking suspicion your friends would still be packing lunches for you…
