Well, since I finished this art way too late to post on his actual birthday, hopefully this is a good substitute for Christmas art? (I originally drew him with a santa hat, but I changed it for a shitty birthday hat I'm sure you can still see the shadows on his hair lmao)
I'm getting a little more confident in drawing TWST characters now, maybe this will inspire me to draw Fellow and Skull eventually,,,
Also this was made before his comfy wear was revealed but honestly his pj's are not the best? He's still handsome regardless love him 🫶
I didn’t even think I’d be able to get him within 20 pulls! Tbh I should be saving for any upcoming Leona banners but I was like- “eh Jamil’s bday gives me a free 10 pulls, and my bday gives me another 10 so it’s fine right?”
AND THEN HE CAME HOME!!
They could never make me hate u snake buddy. I hope you have an amazing year!
A/N: OML IT’S ME GUYS, BACK AND WRITING AGAIN HELLO HEHEHEHE! My break was very nice…I’m lying, actually, a lot of things happened, unrequited love, losing friends, the whole messed up qualities of life, but anywayssssss…
I present to you my Bday Fic! Today is my birthday, when I’m posting this, so May 25th! For anyone else who shares this amazing day with me, or if ur birthday is soon, OR EVEN IF UR BIRTHDAY IS MONTHS FROM NOW, happy birthday, and this is for all of us. I made it silly, like always, so enjoy, my lovelies! This is just something I threw together quick so— 😭
Gender Neutral reader! Referred to as Y/N and or prefect…I forgot 👍
Tags: bday, supposed to be funny but like…yea
Warnings:
Swearing
Heartfelt at the end
Hugging…I just wanted to hug the staff mb 😞
(Put this pic purely because of the leech twins…they my favs ofc heh…)
“Prefect!” Ace’s' loud voice at seven in the morning wasn’t exactly the wake up call you would have preferred, or wanted, but here he was, coming over and rubbing your hair playfully, tousling it and messing it up after you had just done it.
“Aye! Back off, dude, what are you–”
He takes a breath in and looks around at everyone in the hall before he…oh sevens no! HE CAN’T BE SERIOUS.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Prefect, happy birthday to youuuuuu…I sing like so great, right?” He dusts off invisible dust from his uniform and gives you the smuggest smile you've ever seen in the existence of your life time.
Confetti then randomly appears above and flutters to the ground, albeit a little late with the timing, and coating the both of you in the glittery, rainbow peices of paper. This was just absurd. You turn around to see the two culprits, Deuce and Grim, Deuce with his magic pen pointed just a foot or so above your head.
“Ace told me to! If you get mad, be mad at him!”
“WAH– no, Deuce, don’t push the blame all on me, you— we agreed on this! The both of us!”
You didn’t feel like watching them fight. Not now. Though, it usually was a funny sight to witness, Tweedledee and Tweedledum…eh, whatever. You had class to get to, unfortunately, if they were late, definitely not your problem to deal with. The people once staring at the squad of imbeciles, you four, are walking away at the sight of your sour face.
This damn confetti in your hair. You pick it out of the strands as you move on.
You push open the doors to the lecture hall, yes, still while picking out the colorful vomit they just had to magically poof down onto you, and see Crewel’s eyes instantly lock onto you.
How to prove your innocence 101:
Use rhetoric and object to anything that someone says, make it seem as if what you are being blamed for, even though you did it, is not plausible since you’re innocent.
“Is today your birthday, Prefect?”
“Me eating during the lab is not something I would do I know that violates the safety rules we went over at the beginning of the year but I’m a good student and I promise I would never ever do something as absurd as that and— oh…”
He goes silent. You do as well. He clears his throat awkwardly and quirks an eyebrow at the onslaught of new information.
“Hahah…yes! It is my birthday. Great day, huh? No need for uh…endorsing it. You know? Just another day…” You clasp your hands together, your voice slightly higher pitched. Just keep tricking him. Yes. Perfect.
“Right…anyhow, after class, please stay for a quick discussion.”
The students filter out one by one, all seemingly very excited to finally be able to leave after the montonuous lab prep you guys had to do for tomorrow's class. At least, since all the petri dishes were prepared and ready to go, getting samples shouldn’t be all that difficult. You knew a few nasty places around campus…heh.
“Y/N.”
“Yes?” You’re pulled from your thoughts and you look at Crewel who’s holding a box, meticulously wrapped in dalmatian like wrapping paper, finished off with a red, satin ribbon around the sides that meets in the middle, contorted and tied into a pretty bow.
“You know how the boys can get, if one person has something, then the other must receive one, too.” His steps are brisk and heavy as he approaches you. He plops the box in your hand. “You always have been my favorite pup. Even if you slip up sometimes.”
“One time, professor…” You smile and bring the gift closer to inspect it. There really wasn’t much to look at.
“Open it. See if you like it, if not…I have other items as well. You deserve something at least that matches your taste.”
Without a second thought, you open up the present, revealing, in a nice case which is most likely more expensive than the gift itself, is a hair stick. It’s shaped as a rose with red felt as the petals, and the stem golden. It’s too pretty. Now that gifts are on the mind…did people really go out of their way to get you one? Hmm…
“It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.” The gift is forgotten, and in its place is the hug you give to Crewel. He hugs you back, matching the same fervor as his warm chuckle melodically fills the room.
“Of course.”
No. This is nice. Nicer than the present he got you, for sure. His cologne isn’t too strong, but it’s relaxing in a way. You pull away a moment later, a giddy smile cracking through your lips.
“I believe I should write you a late pass…then off you go.”
“Bunch of sissies…see, I like this. If this was gym class everyday, I would be a happy camper.” Now you have access to a whistle. Gifted from Vargas, a little odd for a gift, but it had a versatile use. Maybe you can sound it when Grim doesn’t want to get the hell up and out of bed, or maybe when Ace is trying to rile up Deuce with some stupid thing he always “has” to do. Great ideas for the way to use the whistle, indeed. Effective and efficient, the things that mattered.
They run laps on the track for PE today, and you just get to sit back and watch. Why not make them suffer just a bit, you know? Ok, maybe it is just a little evil, but for the shit they’ve put you through? This is merely…light pay back for everything. You’re not heartless, no, but this is amazing to watch.
“Prefect…” Ace’s whines aren’t unheard, but a lot of the other students bicker about the unfairness, as well. Vargas is eating the moment up, naturally, his students are getting the work out of their lives. And– It’s just all fun in games!
“Even Deuce is dyin over…ther..gurgh…”
“Aaanndd,” Ace trips over his own feet and sprawls out on the track, cheek pressed against the ground and the rest of his body laying limp, “down for the count. Fine…”
You blow the whistle and end their “suffering.”
Varga chuckles and offers up a fist which you gladly bump back.
You get glares for the rest of the class after that. So worth it…
”Y/N, I’ve something for you.” He calls you over just as your about to walk out of class.
Grim snickers and wishes you the best of luck with the punishment you’ve gotten for the apparent trouble you’ve caused.
“Uh…yes?”
He slides over a thin box, not wrapped, but— again with the boxes looking expensive. You knew a lot of people had money here, but damn!
“Open it. It’d prove to be a good gift, for you, at least.”
With a curt nod the box is in your hands in a second. You slide the lid off and find another wooden box inside. Oh. You take that wooden box out and undo the clip on the side, pushing back the lid and looking at the fountain pen, crafted with pretty designs, and undoubtedly expensive.
“So you’ll stop having to borrow mine, or using those cheap ones. The ink smears much too quickly and with how sloppily you write…”
“I get it…thank you, though, Professor.” You offer up a small smile, and he gives you a small one back. The item is set down on his desk and forgotten for the moment as you walk behind the late wooden thing and give Trein a nice hug. He definitely wasn’t expecting it, but he reciprocates. It’s a nice moment. His hug is grounding, a sign that, yes, you’re here in this moment, living life like this, whether it’s in a good or bad way.
“Thank you again…” The words fall out as you slip away, his hand rubbing a small circle one last time
“No need. Once is enough Happy birthday. Actually, I believe Crowley informed me he needed you to go to his office after classes.”
The bird-brained man looks up from his stacks of paper, his pen stalling in its jumble of scribbles which looked oddly like his signature. You wonder if he actually reads the documents he has to sign. Anyhow, his eyes go wide and he stands up with a flourish, his arms extended as he waltzes over to you with that air of “I’m better than you” that always surrounds him.
“Y/N! Prefect! Ah! Perfect, of course. Punctual as always. You see, I was just working on paperwork. The interruption of the papers talking to me was much needed, indeed. Happy birthday to you, might I add, of course. I am so humble, of course I wouldn’t forget, you know!”
Ok. As crazy as ever, but he remembered something at least.
“Ah, that reminds me.” He walks back over to his desk and pulls out a card, coming back over and shoving it into your hands.
“For you, naturally. Since it’s the day of your birth. You’ve survived thus long, that’s a feat of its own.”
That…sounds vaguely like a threat, but you know what, the thought of the compliment that counts. You open the envelope carefully. Ok, nothing concerning yet. You pull the card out slowly and you open it to find…One…one dollar.
“Go buy something good with that! There’s plenty you can get!”
Plenty you can get? With one dollar? ONE? Probably can’t even get a damn pack of gum with that.
“Move along now. We all have things to do…also I believe you have people— oh!” He cuts himself off and chuckles, waving his hand to dismiss you, and that comment. “Happy day!”
Right…back home and hopefully being given the gift that’s best of all— a nap.
The gifts were so thoughtful, of course, well, you’re still counting Crowley since he decided to even give you anything. The rest of the staff probably pestered him into it for all you could know, so, maybe he wouldn’t have done that on his own.
Brisk footsteps approach you from behind and you whip around.
“Hello, little imp! I heard it’s someone’s special day, no? Here. On the house. Pay me back some other time.” Mr. Sam gives you a small wink and then takes a step back, patiently waiting for you to dig through the bag he handed you.
You do, not until after you’ve set down the other gifts given to you, which Sam offers to hold, and then you open it up.
It was a whole bunch of goodies, most of your favorite candies scattered across the bottom, and a little plushie nestled against a card. You look up at Sam, then back down at the bag, then up at him again, sliding your hand through the handle as you give him a well deserved hug.
“In the envelope are a few coupons and gift cards…courtesy of the mystery shop.”
That’s…odd. Where’s the over eccentric yelp of surprise from the usually hungry feline…why is it quiet. This isn’t good…you walk further into the foyer. The lights to the lounge are shut off. The room is pitch black and nothing can be seen. you pause for a moment, setting down all of the presents that you had previously acquired from the teachers on the console table.
You think, after residing with ramshackle for so long that you would’ve memorized with the lights, which is our final, but that’s proven to be a false talent you thought you had.
“Grim? Grimmy? Yooo…hello? Grim! I swear if you don’t say anything in the next five seconds it’s no tuna for a week—“ You grope around the wall fishing and searching for the light switch until you finally flip it up and turn the light on.
Oh.
“SURPRISE!!!” The usually empty lounge is inhabited by a rowdy bunch of boys screaming at the top of their lungs with the fervor that you’ve never seen before.
You’re stunned, of course, why wouldn’t you be? This was certainly not what you had expected considering mostly everyone else just gave you a small “happy birthday!” and a “good luck in life, may it be prosperous.” You didn’t think they would go this far for you. But you aren’t complaining. No, you’re fairly happy.
“Well shi— shoot! Yes…woah…I’m just. Wow.” Your words tumble out, luckily the act of filtering your words quickly still stuck somewhat even in the moment of shock.
“You didn’t mean it, right?” Grim floats over and crosses his paws.
“Hmm? About what?”
“The tuna!”
You chuckle and shrug. “Mmm…I dunno. Guess we’ll see how I feel after this surprise party…”
Everyone has a smile on their faces, and— yep! Malleus is here, good…wouldn’t have wanted anything bad to happen…but…everyone you’ve grown so close to is here. They’re here with you for your moment. Even the teachers bothered to step in and do something for you.
You thought you would spend it alone…or just with Grim. But you were proven really wrong, huh?
“Mraw! Hey! Y/N?! Why are ya cryin?” Grim claws at your shoulders. What? Crying?
You wipe at your cheeks, feeling the droplets transfer over to your fingertips. Shit. You are.
“Hey, heyyyyy! Cay-kun says no tears on your birthday!” Cater gives you a playful wink, holding up his phone and giving it a small shake. “Can’t ruin the photos! But…you do still look good when you cry—“
“Enough of him, Y/N. I made cupcakes for everyone and some of your favorite desserts for the party.” Trey interrupts.
“Shrimpy!” And those are the words you always hear before your inevitable doom. He wraps his arms around you tight.
“I could just pop ya! Cmon…parties are supposed to be fun.”
“I got the music covered! And anything else if we need it!” Kalim puts on some random playlist and blares it through the speakers, that is until Jamil turned it down for the sake of everyone else after Kalim walked off.
Floyd sets you down and off he goes to bug other people, “off with your head,” definitely being a phrase you’ll hear soon.
“You alright, beastie?”
It’s unfortunately a normal sight to see Lilia upside down, but anyhow, his question jogs you back to the present time. No use brooding about things out of reach. Family and friends from your world…you missed them dearly…but you basically had a new family here. A good one.
You nod, looking away and dabbing at your cheeks again in case any other fears decided to fall without your knowing and consent. Stupid emotions.
“I’m just…happy…that’s all. Really happy. Thankful for you guys. All of you. But enough of that…Let’s start then, yea? I know I want something sweet right now.” Your smile comes back. How seamlessly they managed to make you feel better.
Happy birthday to you. 🎉
Like I said, this was thrown together. Now I’m tired.
😴
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