Persephone

Featuring: Diasomnia!

Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.

Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (The last one)

Sebek⚡

Instead of Yuu or the Reader being from another world altogether, how about them being from an alternative reality, but instead of the canon cast, It's their beta design version.

Yuu taking a double look at the rule-breaking riddle they know in their world vs. a strict rule-binding riddle they came to know.

Off the top of my head, the two main classifications of fae seem to be nocturnal fae and diurnal fae, and there are several other kinds of fae that fall under each. Here is what I can recall:

All fae have pointed ears.

According to Malleus, fae like to play tricks all year round.

Depending on the subspecies of fae, they may have additional traits or powers.

Some fae can make their own magic, as well as absorb magic from nature to use.

Generally, fae govern certain natural elements such as fire or water.

Fae primarily rely on magic for everyday things.

Fae infants drink nectar instead of milk.

It takes fae 30 years to learn how to walk.

Few fae nowadays know their native tongue.

They are capable of infusing their speech with magic to help other fae understand them. Each subspecies seems to speak its own dialect.

Non-fae often cannot speak or understand fae, as their hearing is not as sensitive.

In addition to heightened hearing and sight, fae appear to have heightened strength.

Some areas of high magic concentration, such as Mount Dread, empower fae while weakening humans.

The Sunset Savanna’s value of living in harmony with nature made it suitable for fae to live in, since fae are attuned to nature.

🌙 Nocturnal fae

Nocturnal fae, at least in Briarland, use the phrase “Night’s blessings” as a term for good luck or wishing others well.

~250 years ago to modern day, more countries are granting travel permits to nocturnal fae, and previous hostilities are a thing of the past.

Nocturnal fae have many yet-to-be-named subclassifications; for example, both Lilia and Sebek's mother and grandfather are considered nocturnal fae but Lilia resembles a bat/ and Sebek's family resembles crocodiles.

The Zigvolts’ specific subspecies have not yet been formally named to us. Their subspecies is known for having scales and a strong bite.

Lilia says that "his kind" of fae can live up to 1000 years. It is said in book 7 that he is a bat fae, which may explain his weakness to the sunlight.

The language of the nocturnal fae sounds like animalistic snarls, grunts, and growls to the human ear.

Dragon fae (Dragon fae are also most likely a subspecies of nocturnal fae, which are said to be at the “top” of the nocturnal fae hierarchy.

Malleus, as well as the Draconia line, are dragon fae; they are descended from actual dragons. Their bloodline is said to be powerful to ensure that nothing should ever diminish the smiles of their people.

Malleus’s mother was considered the pride of nocturnal fae.

Dragon fae are considered babies at 200 years old, teenagers at 500 years old, and adults at 1000 years old.)

Dragon fae eat meat off the bone and fish as infants.

Dragon fae are born as dragons and learn to shift into human forms later.

Dragon eggs need love and magic from parental figures in order to hatch.

Lilia, Malleus, and Sebek demonstrate enhanced senses. Lilia and Malleus also have enhanced physical abilities (strength, speed, etc.)

It is implied that fae in the Briar Valley are nocturnal fae. Additionally, silver hair is more common for nocturnal fae. Blonde hair is not common.

It’s hard for nocturnal fae to wake up in the mornings. Sebek tells us that most of them only wake after the sun goes down.

☀️ Diurnal fae

They do not get along with nocturnal fae and fear them.

They are more secluded from human that Malleus or Lilia.

Silver describes them as kindhearted and willing to protect you until the end if you befriend one.

They are also skittish and wary of outsiders. They can be harsh if non-diurnal fae invade their events.

They enjoy flowery things.

Every spring, they hold a fashion show to welcome the season. There is a new theme every year. If the Fairy Gala does not occur smoothly, it could plunge Twisted Wonderland into an extended winter.

The Fairy Queen from Fairy Gala is considered a diurnal fae.

Pixies are a smaller type of fae that fall under the "diurnal" category; they speak in a language which sounds like bell-like tinkling.

Faelanders wear white in their infancy.

Pixies use fairy dust to help them fly. They keep themselves coated in the stuff at all times and perceive others covered in fairy dust as fellow fae.

Faelanders treasure fairy dust so much that they have official Dustguards to protect it.

Pixies hold the Fairy Gala in a selected venue. The event ushers in the spring by showing off trendy fashion. There is a different theme every year. If the small fae’s wrath is incurred, spring will never come.

Pixies are usually associated with the various elements of nature so there are fire pixies, water pixies, and flora pixies.

We also see crafting pixies (those are the ones with blonde hair and leafy clothes), which fix items and can make a special bell which translates pixie speech.) The leader of the craft fairies is named Macy.

Silver and his family were blessed by three guardian fairies; it is implied they have golden hair due to a blessing from diurnal fae.

Young Silver mentions that oak tree fairies told him about how acorn charms bless others with a long, healthy life.

An honorable mention goes to dwarves, which were suggested to be a kind of fae. In 5-55 of the main story, Yuu thinks the Seven Dwarves are a type of fae because of their pointed ears:

However, even if you select the bottom option it’s not confirmed that the dwarves are a type of fae until a few chapters later (5-59) by Jamil.

It’s not stated whether dwarves are diurnal, nocturnal, or neither. Based on just aesthetic alone, I’d guess diurnal.

Malleus states in Fairy Gala that there are light fae and thistle fae, which I assume are diurnal but we don’t have confirmation of this.

In Endless Halloween Night, Epel was possessed by a ghost claiming to be “Lollipop the Candy Fairy from the Land of Sugar”. I’m not sure if this is an actual fairy or not.

it did not. it is public knowledge the slave trade worked like this

This is such an unoriginal idea, but I really like the concept of Yuu not speaking the common language in Twisted Wonderland.

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, bad writing, shit fic. 2nd person pov

Pairing: Various characters x reader

Sorry I've been gone...

It was something you should have expected, really. Getting transported to a whole new world filled with magic and new species is something entirely on its own. So why would you expect to be able to speak their language? Or for them to speak your own?

In all fairness, no one expects to be able to understand a floating cat that has the ability to breathe fire. You could only stare up at the small monster as he looks down at you. Nothing but blank stares and foreign words being shared between the two of you. You had later learned that his name was Grim. Or something like that. It had taken a while before he finally understood that you weren’t from the island or anywhere in Twisted Wonderland really. As if not having magic was hard enough, you also couldn’t speak with anyone either…

Heartslaybul:

It had been a few weeks since you joined NRC that Ace learned to understand you…or to the best of his abilities. Everyone knows he’s not the brightest but they couldn’t help but respect him for his determination. Perhaps it’s because you two spend a lot of time together or because he’s known you the longest but he’s really the only one who understands you. 

“Uhh…Ace?” Cater laughs nervously as you throw a few nonsensical terms at him in a tone he understands to be enthusiastic. He looks over his shoulder at the 1st year who’s helping Trey in the kitchen, a desperate look in his eyes as he silently pleads for help. “What are they saying?”

Both Ace and Trey look up in unison.Trey only gives a small laugh before he goes back to icing the freshly baked cupcakes for the tea party later. Ace sighs and dusts off his hands before walking over to the pair. “Hey,” he stops in front of you with crossed arms. “What’s going on?”

You look up at Ace for a few seconds, almost as if you’re processing what he said. Then suddenly, in a flurry of words and some hand motions, you spoke animatedly about whatever it was. There were a few words in the common language thrown in there, some Ace had taught you in order to help you out a bit, that Cater and Trey half understood given your accent. Ace nodded along the whole time, giving a few “uh huhs” and “yeahs” whenever you paused. It felt like a whole ten minutes before you stopped and stared at Ace, nothing but hope in your eyes as he thought long and hard about what you said.

It took a while before he turned to Cater with a serious yet casual look on his face, “they want to film a video with you. Something about the latest trend going around about a dance?”

Cater stared at Ace in shock. “How did you…,” he looked between Ace and you for a bit before standing up straighter. Slowly, he smiled and held up his phone. “Doesn’t matter! Come on, let’s go through the trends to see which one you want.”

You nodded along with a smile on your face before following him. Ace sighed as he watched you leave, knowing you had no idea what Cater just said but you’re just happy to be included. He turns and walks back to the counter next to Trey. Silently, he continues to cut the strawberries he was working on earlier as he thought about how to help you. Trey looked at him with a knowing smirk but decided not to say anything, he’ll tell Riddle later how much Ace has grown since the first day.

Savanaclaw:

You rushed down the crowded hallway and against the flow of traffic, occasionally bumping into other students as they tried to head to lunch. Most of them walked out of your path when they saw the anxious look on your face. All but one.

“Hey,” Leona suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You practically jumped when he grabbed your shoulders and stopped you in the middle of the hallway. More students walked around and a few of them stared but he didn’t care, not when the foreign 1st year he came to tolerate looked panicked. “What’s wrong?”

As if you understood you started talking at a hundred words per minute in a frantic tone. You looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone before turning back to him and spoke even faster. He could only stare at you with a pinched expression as he caught some familiar words but most sounded otherworldly. “Slow down,” he growled, which caused you to stop. “What or who are you looking for?”

You stayed silent for a bit before taking a small step back. He watched with a raised eyebrow before pausing when he saw you motion with your hands. As if you were playing a game of charades, you raised your hands to mimic a pair of animal ears and a tail. He watched with increasing amusement as you made a claw motion with your hands before smirking, “Jack? Is that who you’re looking for?”

You nodded as soon as you heard the familiar name. A wave of relief washed over you now that someone somewhat understood you. Leona chuckled quietly before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on,” he led you down the hallway, “I’ll lead you to him.”

Octavinelle:

“Floyd! Where-what are they doing?” Azul sighed as he walked out of his office and stopped next to Jade. The pair watched as Floyd and you stared at each other in silence. No words were said except for the occasional change in the two of your guys' expressions as if a joke was said, which only caused customers to run away.

“I believe they’re talking,” Jade said in amusement. A slow smirk coming to his lips brought a hand up to cover his laugh. “They’ve been like this for half an hour now, ever since the Prefect came in.”

Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a slow deep breath before walking over and interrupting the moment. “Floyd,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he looked from you to the twin. “What’s going on?”

Floyd snapped out of his trance and turned to Azul. A toothy smile graced his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Huh? Oh, shrimpy and I were talking.”

“Were you,” Azul sighed as heard Jade laughing in the background. He glanced at you and saw the clueless expression you always seem to wear when other people were talking. “Of course you two understand each other," he muttered before deciding to walk away from the situation all together. 

The two of you watched Azul walk away before looking back at each other. Once again, no words were said but there was a complete understanding between the two of you. 

Scarabia:

A rich aroma filled the kitchen as the sun began to set in Scarabia. You watched with your chin on your arms as Jamil cooked dinner. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and a relaxing atmosphere that he wasn’t quite used to. You stared in awe as he stirred the pot of soup before opening your mouth to speak. Without looking away, Jamil spoke before you could, “yes. You can have some of the vegetables.”

A smile immediately graced your face before you sat up and reached over to the cutting board full of vegetables. The silence continued except for the occasional sound of the stove fire cracking and your chewing. You sat there in bliss, thankful that someone finally understood you without much difficulty. 

It had been like that between Jamil and you for a while. A relationship that bloomed through food over the course of a few weeks. When everyone else tried to avoid you or simply ignored you, he stood there and gave you your favorite meal even though you had never told him. 

Jamil watched as you ate happily. He looked back down at the soup in the pot as he continued to stir the liquid. He knew you enjoyed these moments and the other times he gave you food. He knew you enjoyed the fact that he seemed to understand you. He just didn't have the heart to tell you it was due to trial and error by giving you new foods…

Pomefiore:

You were in twisted wonderland for only two weeks, three days, and seven hours before Rook had somehow learned your entire language. Well, language through actions and the occasional phrases you would let out when trying to speak to someone. 

He was intrigued the moment he first saw you at the ceremony and heard the foreign dialect on your tongue. He listened intently to every syllable and to the tone of everything you said. It was then that he declared you would be his next project. 

So, over the course of those two weeks he watched. He watched from across the hall, the cafeteria, and even in trees when you didn’t know he was looking. He took down notes and memorized the common terms you used and the context you used them in. It was difficult but when Rook is determined he gets things done. It took countless hours before he felt confident in speaking to you directly. So he did. 

It felt like a random day when you were walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into him. You turned and saw the random student and spoke up politely in your own language, “sorry.” You gave a small smile in hopes he understood your intentions before going to turn around.

“It’s okay,” Rook spoke up in a flawless accent. He smiled when he saw you turn around in shock before continuing. “It was my fault. I didn't mean to-ah!”

Suddenly, you let out a yell that caused the whole hallway to stop and stare. You grabbed Rook’s hands and started jumping as you spoke enthusiastically, not caring for the stares from your classmates or even Ace and Deuce who watched in shock at the sudden outburst. “You understand me!” You beamed while jumping even more, “I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”

To everyone else you looked crazy as you spoke loud in the unfamiliar language. They watched in shock as you smiled brightly and jumped while holding onto Pomefiore’s weird vice housewarden. Even Ace and Deuce stood in shock because they’ve never seen you like this before. But to Rook? He smiled happily at your excitement and laughed as he gripped your hands just as tightly. “That’s right!” He laughed before speaking with you, much to everyone’s surprise. Yeah, he quickly became your favorite..and translator. 

Ignihyde:

“Hold on…,” Idia murmured as he messed with the small box in his hands. He had spent hours trying to build a translator for you. Thanks to Ortho’s help and recordings, he thinks he has it. “There,” he handed the box to you. “Try it.” 

You stared cluelessly at what seemed to be a small speaker before taking it from him. Flipping it over in your hands, you looked from the box to him, before speaking to him. A short sentence came out of the box, much to Idia’s surprise before it glitched out and went silent again. 

He groaned loudly and snatched the box from you before grabbing the screwdriver. You watched as muttered quietly in frustration while pulling out wires. Slowly, you moved to sit next to him on his bed and looked over his shoulder to watch him work. He froze as he felt how close you were, a small shade of pink gracing the tips of his hair as he laughed nervously.

“What are you…,” he looked at you as he spoke hesitantly before sighing at the look in your eyes. He sighed before going back to fixing the translator as he murmured quietly. “Why do I bother? There's not a thought behind those eyes…”

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he worked. You watched as he worked with a pinched expression before resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed slightly before sighing and grabbing his tablet to fix the coding. Despite the language barrier, Idia had come to like you. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t feel judged by you or because you seem comfortable around him but he came to consider you his best friend. He sighed as he set the tablet aside before glancing at you, “I guess we’ll try again tomorrow…”

Diasomnia:

It wasn’t the most orthodox method but it did work. The first time Silver went into your dreams it was by complete mistake. He looked around at the neverending grass field before recognizing you on a top of the field. He was only going to stay a minute before he suddenly heard your voice and in a language he understood. 

“Come here,” you spoke softly to a bunny that approached you. You cooed quietly as the small fluffball before recognizing Silver as he stood next to you. “Strange,” you murmured more to yourself than him, “I usually go through this dream alone.” 

He stood there in shock as he heard your words. Usually he would stare at you in confusion whenever you spoke but here he can. Slowly, he sat down next to you and stared down at the bunny in your lap before he spoke up softly, “Sorry.”

He watched as your eyes widened before a small smile graced your face. You looked back at the bunny and spoke quietly, “well if this is the only actual conversation I can get…this dream won’t be so bad.”

synopsis after a long, stressful day, you are mending your husband Lilia's uniform jacket when his playful antics finally get on his last nerve and you have an outburst towards him. He reminds you who he is and how low his tolerance is for vulgarity from you in your shared space.

Lilia Vanrouge was known across campus for his playful, childish personality. To the students of NRC, he was just an eccentric vice housewarden who couldn't cook an edible meal. He laughed easily, skipped through the halls, and let the younger generation treat him with a casual familiarity that most likely wouldn't have happened in the old world.

But you were his spouse. You had bound your life to a creature who survived centuries of fae warfare long before the school even existed. You knew the dangerous man behind the playful fangs.

Yet, because he was always so deeply indulgent of you, it was entirely too easy to forget exactly what slept beneath his sunny demeanor. It was easy to forget that while he was a doting husband, he was still an ancient, highranking fae warrior who possessed a deeply hardwired, non negotiable boundary regarding respect.

The slip up happened on an evening inside your private quarters in Diasomnia. You were sitting by the low light of the fire with a needle and thread, carefully mending a tear in the fabric of his formal black uniform jacket. It was meticulous work that required a steady hand. Lilia was fluttering around you like a moth, floating upside down right over your shoulder to playfully tug at the spool of thread, intentionally block your view of the fabric, and chirp about how amusing it would be if you accidentally stitched the sleeve shut. Because you had spent the entire afternoon putting up a front to manage stuff going on arounf campus, he genuinely didn't know your energy was depleted. Had he known you were running on empty, his playful antics would have instantly ceased in favor of doting care.

Instead, completely unaware that your head was throbbing heavily from pure stress, he hovered closer, pulling at the edge of the fabric and nearly causing you to prick your finger deep with the needle. At that moment, the level off irritation you felt completely bypassed your filter.

"Lilia, calm the hell down and please leave me alone for once!” you snapped, aggressively swatting his hands away as you glared up at him. "You're acting like an annoying, needy child while I'm trying to get actual work done. Go find Malleus and play your little games with him, because I am sick of hearing you in my ear right now."

Your words went beyond a simple complaint. They carried a sharp, disrespectful tone that crossed a line you didn't know was there. After all you'd never really talked to Lilia like this before.

The silence that followed was unnerving to say the least

Lilia didn't flinch, and he didn't bounce back with a witty remark. His hands that had been hovering near your work tools simply dropped to his sides.

When you looked up at his face, your heart instantly skipped a beat. The playful, chaotic old man was completely gone.

His face was blank, but you could tell he was displeased. The trademark grin completely vanished, his magenta eyes had narrowed into a subtle glare that made it feel like you were pinned you to your seat.

"Watch your tone, my love." Lilia murmured. His voice wasn't raised, the playful lilt in his accent had basically evaporated. "I believe I have been far too indulgent with you if you think it is acceptable to push me aside, use profanities, and speak to me with such a sharp, ugly tongue."

"Lilia, wait—I didn't mean it like that," you stammered quickly, your voice quick as the sheer gravity of his presence hit you. You dropped the jacket into your lap, your mind scrambling as you tried to explain your outburst. "I'm just so stressed from handling so many different things today, and my head is pounding, and I—"

"I understand you are stressed," Lilia cut in, his voice overriding yours, leaving absolutely zero room for excuses. He didn't let you finish the thought, his unblinking gaze holding yours entirely captive. "I understand you have had a long, exhausting afternoon managing the campus affairs. I understand your head is throbbing and your patience is thin. I hear you. But your exhaustion does not give you a license to bring vulgarities into our quarters, nor does it excuse treating your husband with such blatant disrespect."

Before you could move a single inch or say another word, the space between you was gone and lilia was right in front of you.

His pale fingers shot forward, wrapping firmly around your jawline. His grip wasn't brutal enough to bruise your skin, but it was solid, locking your face in place. He used his thumb to force your chin upward, forcing you to look directly into his eyes as he leaned down, hovering mere inches from your face.

"I am your husband, and I love you more than the very heart beating in my chest." Lilia whispered, his gaze piercing through yours as his breath brushed your lips. "I will give you the world. I will listen to your complaints, I will comfort your tears, and I will protect you from every danger on this island that I can see coming your way. But I will never tolerate disrespect or crude language from the mouth of the person who shares my bed. I myself would never speak to you with such foul language, and I expect the exact same courtesy in return. Do you understand me?"

You went completely rigid in his grip, your throat swelling with a sudden, anxious lump as you stared back into those unblinking eyes. You could only nod weakly against the firm pressure of his palm.

"I don't like that sharp tongue of yours when it speaks to me like that." Lilia continued, his voice steady but with warning. "You will not dismiss me like a common servant, and you will not use foul language in our home. If you are tired, you tell me. You do not bite at me."

He paused, letting the suffocating weight of his presence hang over you for a few agonizing seconds longer, tracking the frantic beat of the pulse in your neck. Only when he was entirely satisfied with the sheer amount of genuine submission in your eyes did the heavy tension in the room begin to lift.

Slowly, the look on his face softened, his mouth curving back into its soft smile. He didn't let go of your face immediately but the harshness of his grip melted into a soft, comforting caress. He slid his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly smoothing over your skin.

"Good." Lilia murmured, his tone finally shifting back into a gentle, familiar warmth as he leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. He gently reached down, taking the needle and thread from your fingers and setting them down on the side table before pulling your frame flush against his chest. "Now, take a deep breath. You are exhausted, and your mind is clouded. Lay right here with me, and let your stress melt away."

He held you tightly, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he guided you over to the couch near the fire. He pulled a thick, knitted blanket over your lap, holding you close against his heartbeat for a long, quiet hour until your breathing finally slowed and the tension completely drained from your shoulders.

"After you have rested properly, and after your mind is clear, you can go back to fixing the jacket." Lilia whispered softly into your hair, his touch tender as his long fingers combed through your locks. "But for right now, you’ll sit right here and let me take care of you. Let us leave the sharp words out of our quarters from now on, alright my sweet?"

notes I love lilia sm, we all know he's a playful old man but I personally hc that he's pretty strict abt certain things and this certainly includes respect from his dear lover. also i left the marriage part in the beginning kinda open just bc some ppl have fae OC’s some have human ones so yeah! think of it how u wanna.

is this toxic?? 👀 toxic lilia 👀??? I don't think so but some might, pls be nice. if you don't like my work you're free to scroll or to block me, pls don't send hateful messages/critiques.

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Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge and Older Teen (16-20) Fem Reader

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TW: Mentions of Rape, Incest, Abortions, and Trump (not by name however easily recognizable) *

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Where I got my information from:

Abortion Bans: 1 2 3

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It was so relieving when you arrived at NRC after you got over the shock of being stuck in a place against your will. Most of the people there are respectful if not a bit rude and ignorant. It was even more amazing when you realized that here they let you have control of your body.

"This world is a lot nicer than mine." You'd casually say often.

"Obviously, this place is better. We have magic." Is what they used to say while smiling with pride, but now they give you concerned smile whenever you say things like that.

The housewarden's had decided to have a small friendly gathering, just so everyone could chat and fill each other in on things going on in their dorms.

So here they are sitting in the Ramshackle Lounge, scattered across the various seats. On the coffee table in the middle is a kettle of hot water, teacups and mugs and a tray of different tea bags, including, earl grey, peppermint, green, and chamomile.

"Prefect, we have some concerns." Riddle says, having just put an early grey tea bag into his mug of hot water.

"Oh really? What might those be?" You set your teacup down on its saucer.

"You always say that this world is a lot better than yours."

"And?"

"We want to know what the hell is so bad about your world." Leona pipes up, from his spot on the couch.

"We'd be here for days if I even tried to tell you half of it." You pause to take a sip of your tea.

"Some examples?" Azul says from the love seat next to Jade, both sipping on magnolia tea.

"Well there was a lot of talk of making more AI data centers and how much water they were using, there was also the pollution of water, women lost pretty much all their rights in a few countries..." You have your hand on your chin, thinking trying to remember the major issues.

All of their faces just have expressions of shock, horror, disgust and anger. Ruggie, Idia and Kalim's mouths are so open they could catch flies. Vil, Leona and Lilia look horrifically disgusted. Malleus, Jade, Rook look angry, though Jade and Rook are more like a creepy smile angry and Malleus is causing thunder and lightning outside.

But specifically in the country where I'm from, the government pretty much got rid of women's reproductive rights."

"Meaning?" Riddle raises a brow.

"Based on what state you lived in, you couldn't get an abortion or it was limited."

The silence that followed could have been cut with a knife. The lightening and thunder gets louder as rain starts to pour outside.

"I mean what would you expect from a country run by a convicted rapist." You smile, the smile is obviously fake and pained.

"...Your country was run by a criminal? And no one thought to make him step down?" Malleus sets down his teacup, sitting up rather straight as Lilia places a hand on his arm in hopes to calm him down.

"Well, somebody was elected for a little while so we had a small break from him, before he was elected again. He mentioned running for a third term though thankfully he can't based on some laws."

"I honestly don't know why people keep putting old men into positions of power..." You trail off.

"Anyway, I ended up doing a lot of research on reproductive care like IUDs, birth control, and I even looked into doctors who'd tie my tubes before I was like 25."

"Tying your tubes?" Kalim tilts his head, a curious expression on his face.

"It's medical term is tubal ligation, its where a doctor cuts or removes the fallopian tubes." An O shaped expression forms on his lips in understanding.

There's a silence that fills the room, as they process the information. A few of them are nodding.

"So they took that away?" Trey says from his seat on the floor next to the coffee table.

"Not completely, it was only fully banned in...13 states I believe, and the rest have limits except 9 states."

"And how many states are there?" Lilia raises his hand.

"50."

"Shouldn't there be exceptions?"

"Oh some states have exceptions for cases of rape and incest, as well as if the life or health of the patient is at risk, others don't like the state that I lived in."

"Some don't?"

"Yep, and as someone who's biggest fear is being raped that is extremely horrifying."

The rain is practically pounding on the windows, the old dorm's walls are creaking. Everyone looks furious, you could practically see the steam coming from Riddle's ears and the smoke coming from Malleus's nose. Idia is shaking in the corner though that is most likely from the weather outside.

"...Are you okay?" Jamil looks you up and down with concern.

"Physically, I'm great. Mentally? I'm on the verge of murder most days."

"Do you need some counseling?" Idia shuffles back

"Eh probably." You shrug picking your teacup back up and taking a sip.

After a few minutes of talking on a different subject to lighten the mood, the thunder and lightning dim down.

"Y'know we're going to be less inclined to let you return home if Crowely finds you a way back because of that, right?" Leona says, his tail lazily flicking.

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I listened to Above the Neck, The Doll People and Us and Pigs by Sofia Isella while writing this. Can you tell?

Ingredients & Allergens(Warnings):

GN!YUU - Mentions of death - no romantic relationship implied so it can be taken as platonic or romantic - burnt out YUU - grammar mistakes(this was written in two hours after i woke up) - insecurity - YUU is called (name) - might have lore errors i never played book 6-7(👀) - possible OOC! - kinda self indulgent? - Crowley is an ASS - typos

Word Count: 2.7K

🍰A/N🍰: I woke up from a dream where this happened to me, no lies. I HAD to write it cuz man.. overblots are genuinely terrifying in real life. Leona was the one that spooked me the most. Dude no matter how nice it felt to be in NRC i wanted to go home man..

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Being a magic-less student in a land where everyone had their own unique magic was hard. You never thought you would be in those scenerio of anime where everyone was unique and you were just a nobody.

Still, nobody likes a uselesss nobody..

So you made yourself useful, made friends and tried to understand those around you. You had hoped if you cannot feel helpful by magic you can be helpful as a feelings person. Yeah they DON’T need you but the thought of being a useless no one haunted you.

So it started with Riddle, who you helped him with his problems of control. After living his life for an image he never wanted he thought in order to live “right” everything had to be in order. Tough life.. You helped him realize sometimes life is messy, sometimes it rains when you go out, you slip while you walk but it’s those imperfections in life that make it perfect.

You kinda wish you made him realize this without the need of overblotting. Those things were super scary when you first saw it.. blood like ink running down his face with a figure unfamiliar to you.. the fight was hard but you were glad to see your dear friend Riddle smile and laugh in the end.

But what’s once broken cannot be repaired right? Maybe after Riddle’s first overblot you were more careful on the second one. It was nothing major, you just got quieter when you saw your friends argue. Life was hard in Twisted Wonderland, Crowley was one absent principal.

You missed your family sometimes, your first months here was miserable, yes you had your new friends but this was an environment you never knew existed. In a world where people argued over if religion even existed you were suddenly transported into a world where people could fly on brooms and cast fireball magic. It made you feel like a polar bear standing in the middle of the desert.

Not to mention you had your own friends and own family. You love your new friends but the first few months when you didn’t know anyone this was just like preschool day one where it’s your first time without your family around you.

Then the second overblot happened, this time you almost could’ve died. You knew Leona was scary from the first moment you’ve seen him. You knew it would end in this when you approached him, still you needed to make yourself useful in one way or another. Crowley was on your ass everyday, threatening telling you that if you didn’t take care of a random problem in NRC you would end up losing the only “home” you had.

Leona’s overblot was scary, so much more scarier than Riddle could ever be. One was a misunderstood teenager and the other was a vengeful adult, not to mention if leona wanted he could turn you into dust without a single effort. You relate to his problems tho, living a life full of comparison was hard. Expectations of others would never leave the person to be themselves, it was always so suffocating.

Maybe that’s why when Leona’s overblot was stopped you were starting to get tired. Was this going to happen again? When can you go home?

Everything was okay, at least that what you always told yourself in the mornings. You made more friends, now you had the trust of a royalty. You were useful to people now.. Ace came to you to run from his housewarden, Leona liked laying down with you sometimes.. because you understood him better than everyone.

Crowley never made your job easier and most of your teachers still didn’t spare you at exams but it was okay.. Yes sometimes Grim did stuff without thinking again but you would always clean up after him. You’re his caretaker, if Grim says a snarky mean comment at someone it’s your job to apologize, if Grim eats almost everything you got because he’s greedy it’s okay, you can always buy more as long as your friend is happy.

Was this self sacrificing? Maybe. You never thought about it that way, you just made yourself useful so that Crowley wouldn’t kick you, so that you can still have an importance between your friends. Nobody would want to be friends with a magicless homeless nobody. You couldn’t offer your friends anything other than your love and care..

Then your trusted friends got themselves in trouble once more. Seriously? The person you share your bed with, Grim, even went behind your back. The morning when you saw the fungi on his head you took a deep breath, you were disappointed and upset. Did he not trust you enough? Why would grim go behind your back like this?

That’s how you met the fish trio, weird fellas. You almost found Azul pitiful, under the facade of being a very confident person you could see the doubt in his eyes. That’s also how you lived your life too, it is funny you always saw yourself in these people.

Once again you were given the choice to save your friends and so many others and you took it. You were going to save them.. even if they go behind your back.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.. because when the everything Azul had planned was shattered right before his eyes, his control got broken he felt powerless. All the hard work he had done was crumbling right before his eyes. He started crying, those inky tears, like the other two and you tensed.

You don’t like the ocean anymore, you don’t like looking at the dark blue sea. You don’t know how your friends can act like nothing had happened. You guessed..for them this was just a little extreme.. but for you it was adrenaline pumping everytime. You remember how after all three overblots when you reached your bed you lost your balance each time and fell. The adrenaline rush was extremely painful when it was done and gone.

You overheard Crowley sometimes, he always liked talking about how he was the best. You wish you had the same confidence.. You used to hate Crowley but now you disliked him.. you were a lost kitten in the wild, you needed an adult figure and he (unfortunately) was one of them. You disliked how he always gave you work yes but you would still find him to ask for an allowance. He was the one giving you the food you needed, the bed you rested on.. maybe it was stockholm or maybe it was genuine care you had for him.

Woah how was Kamil in NRC again? Not to shade your friends but this school was full of people who would burn each other if it meant an extra two marks on their test. Kindness was never given for free and smiling with this much joy always meant someone was up to something but to your surprise.. Kalim was joyful in general… or maybe he wasn’t you can never be certain with these people.

The moment you met Jamil you knew this road was leading to another overblot. You knew how shitty it felt when you were the shadow of someone, letting them take all the light while you stand in the cold. So maybe that’s why you weren’t so suprised when Jamil snapped. You tensed of course but your face was one of tiredness. Your job as a janitor/student in NRC was now a professional overblot handler.

Jamil wasn’t that scary, well he was terrifying of course but unlike Riddle(where it happened for the first time) or Leona(you almost could die) Jamil was pretty.. tame. You did your best to help Kamil and Jamil with their relationship, to make Jamil accept that he was still his own person. He doesn’t need to live a life in the shadows and that Kalim thinks they’re genuine friends.

After this fourth overblot there was obvious changes in you that your friends always failed to notice. You got quieter when people argued, you were probe to others touching you and a students pencil ink accidentally popping and making your desk this black color made you freeze.

This overblot in particular made you scared.. can you trust the people around you as well? Kalim trusted Jamil and you trusted those around you.. can you trust anyone? Didn’t they betrayed you once with Azul?

Vil looked beautiful when you first saw him, it made you look down on yourself. Vil was the reason you met Epel, one of your close friends. You understood both Vil and Epel.. being the best version of yourself was important but going this far was quite.. too much.

The whole adventure with Vil and Rook was a roller coaster of emotions. You couldn’t feel less superior as you watched Vil point imperfections on you, on others.. Rook scared you a lot but more friends meant more friends.

Then once again just like you predicted an overblot happened. You understood Vil, always trying your best for the same results of losing was frustrating. No matter what you do and what you change it was the same ending nonetheless, you know like those games where no matter what dialogue you picked the character replied the same nonetheless.

As the human nature goes after four overblots you got used to it, that’s why as Vil stood there in all his twisted glory you didn’t feel as afraid. You were tired or maybe you just wanted to go home.

Once again you helped your friends, made Vil realize that he was the best on his own way. Life is not a competition you cannot be better than someone when everyone is different and unique on their own.

You were quite popular now, a bunch of different friends and apparently you were also the friend of the highly fear inducing Malleus Draconia. You don’t remember when this many people depended on you.

You were glad to help of course but you felt like you were drowning everyday. People around you arguing made you scared, you were afraid to look into mirrors to see what you had become. You felt tired but smiled for others.

You don’t think your friends use you, no, you know better than that. You just wish to have a single person see your efforts maybe.. you deal with this stupid school and live in a dumpster. You don’t think you can handle anymore overblots. You just want to go home.

When you first met the Idia you felt a sense of sympathy.. being insecure was hard. You knew how it felt to blame yourself for things in the past.. moving on was hard.

He was quite the loner but you understood. Losing a loved one over an accident is hard but it was never the fault of two young boys who just wanted to adventure.

When you saw Ortho and Idia connect together once again you smiled, you’re glad to connect people together. Once again you were safe and sound.. well maybe Vil wasn’t. He still looked quite handsome as an old man..

Out of all the overblots maybe Idia’s overblot was once you were glad that it happened. You did your job once again. You, a magicless nobody, connected two brothers together.

You know Crowley always lied when you asked him if he was researching to get you back home. As you sat awake in your bed you wondered.. what if Crowley never manages to get you back? What will happen to your life there? Your friends here will graduate and move on one day.. unless one of them takes you with them you’re bound to this lonely house like the ghosts.

Your thoughts get interrupted by one horned housewarden, Malleus Draconia. You always thought he was quite the loner, more lonely than even Idia. You may tell yourself it’s mean everyone thinks he is a scary dragon but if you knew his name before befriending Malleus you would also probably stay away.

Still, you’re friends with him.. he considers you his only true friend even. That’s why you feel sad sometimes.. one day you will go home and they will all be left behind. Well you never belonged here anyways. You always feel weird in this magical world.

When Malleus overblots you’re so tired.. at this point all people you met and made friends with had lost their minds one way or another. You wonder if the problem lies within you?

Witnessing all these different dramatic dreams of people was making you lose your mind. You’re so tired.. you’re so tired but you cannot leave your friends.. you need to help your friends. Come on (name) one more time all over again..

When the Diasomnia guys cry and hug each other after the overblot you sit still. Grim thinks you’re still shaken up by all that happened but it’s just you zoning out. You don’t feel… normal. Maybe it’s the magic slowly making its way to your body. Humans are known to adapt to their situations.. you feel this unknown feeling crawling inside your body, making its way through your veins. You want to go home…

Just like that you don’t think there is anyone that can overblot anymore. Even if they are you don’t think you’re going to befriend anyone else anymore. You plan on hanging out with your current friends until Crowley finds a way to get you back home. Oh that reminds you…

You see Crowley talking to someone through the mirror in his room, you knock the door two times before making your way inside. Grim walks behind you, he’s quiet. Grim noticed the way you were.. weirder today. Maybe it was the lack of sleep you got or the weird dreams you kept having.

You’re about to speak when you hear Crowley say something amongst the lines of “Oh of course Night Raven Collage dealt all student overblots in the most professional way. You don’t need to thank us, it was our duty after all..”. Your eye twitch, “our”? You were the one who were stopping those overblots.. you did it for your friends while this stupid Crowley went around doing nothing. What professional manner? You were a magicless student who was thrown into these almost death inducing overblots..

Grim grabs the hem of your pants and tugs, “ey henchhuman.. ya okay..?”. You cannot hear Grim, you’re so tired.. it’s okay. You don’t care, after you’re gone from this world Crowley can take all the credit he wants.. you just want to go home.

Crowley is seemed to get disturbed by Grim’s voice because he turns around and smiles “Oh how may i help?”. You take a deep breath and ask him if he had done literally ANYTHING to get you back home. This seems to make him panic, like he was expecting anything but that.. it’s almost like he completely forgot about it. Your eye twitches and your body feels.. weird. Were you sweating? Why did your clothes feel.. wet?

Crowley seems to notice the weird shift in you and tries to calm you down, “O-Oh of course your humble principal didn’t forget about it!! Uhm.. we still haven’t found anything.. yet..”. You want to cry, you want to throw up. Grim seems to pull on your pants even more “H-Henchuman..ya sure you okay..? Uhm.. you’re crying.. black tears.”

This makes you pause and wipe your eyes.. oh you were really crying and it was actually black.. ink tears? Were you overblotting? But you can’t. You’re a magicless nobody after all.. if you overblot who is going to stop it? It’s your job to stop overblots right? You should run away. You should Run Away…

RUN AWAY.

You cry and cry feeling like hours past.. no one comes by. Of course they don’t..

You don’t know where you’re going, you don’t know how you’re doing all this but you don’t want to be a burden to anyone. The school had enough overblots. Grim and Crowley yell after you but you don’t hear anything, you run away and hide in the first places where you first saw the black gems. You cry, you can feel your body shifting, can you even call this body yours? You had never done magic but now you were being overwhelmed by it.

You fail to notice all your friends are trying to reach you but you, not knowing you have magical powers right now, had created a barrier that’s blocking them from reaching you. A magicless nobody had the magic so many strong mages cannot compare to huh.. maybe that’s how your life will end, pushing everyone away from you to deal with your burdens alone.

Part two coming at..next Thursday, August 13.

WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL?????

CROSSOVERS

☆彡 in which you and jamil have the same native tongue

jamil viper x gn!reader

word count: 2.3K

tags: author used translator, author does NOT speak arabic and could be very wrong with her translations, author is trying her best, author is open to comments on improvement, possible ooc

a/n: I struggled a lot with the formatting and making this look good on both laptop and phone. it looks better on the laptop but I think it's readable on both. I hope this is good! sorry!

"Are you alright up there?" "Yep! I'm fine, Jamil!"

You called back to him as you stood on the ladder. The party decorations were too high for you or Jamil to reach on your own.

Usually these decorations would get taken down with magic, but Jamil's pen wasn't on him at the moment, left in the drawer of his room. And with the party clean-up crew being just you, the only magic less student, and him, he decided to bust out the good old ladder.

It hadn't been used a lot; the thing was old, rusty, and not very stable on its own. Jamil held the bottom while you took the decor down. It's not that he didn't trust you to hold it stable. He just had trouble trusting in general.

"And— done!" You chirped before rushing to get down. Although you felt safe with Jamil, it was still pretty high up. The boy recognized this and shot you a small, sly smirk. "Scared of heights, Prefect?"

With a roll of the eyes, you responded by giving him an unamused look. "No. I'm just not used to being up that high."

Vil sounds remorseful and saddened by your health declining so suddenly, though you can still see the green tincture that smeared the tips of his slender fingers. The poison he crafted and wasn't even hiding anymore. You could do nothing, after all.

Vil tilts your head up so he can see your eyes, usually fierce, now disoriented in a haze. Your lips are still painted a light green from the medicine he so carefully poured into your mouth, promising you'll get better soon.

Synopsis: The Prefect has ADHD and was medicated for it back in their old world, but when they go to Crowley for help getting a diagnosis here, he brushes them off. They proceed to struggle until finally breaking down. (+ Crewel basically steps up as a father figure)

TW: Pretty descriptive with the negative effects of The Prefect's ADHD, Talk of medication, The Prefect cries, Crowley says the usual things people who deny/downplay ADHD say, Crewel has the "Help me help you talk" with The Prefect, The Prefect cries and is overall just GOING THROUGH IT

NOTE: I went off of my experience as a person diagnosed with ADHD and medicated for it. My experience with it won't apply to everyone else with it, but rest assured this won't be a fic that portrays ADHD like a silly, goofy little quirk. (This is a pretty self-indulgent fic, tbh)

cause like, even if they look like humans, their bodies don't work the exact same way as the player's. prefect didn't just come from another country—they're from another dimension, or universe. so they're basically an alien.

and they have magic in twisted wonderland, right? and overblotting happens when someone overuses their magic and get overwhelmed by intense negative emotions. so basically, powerful female mages would be susceptible to overblotting A LOT if they menstruate, especially if they get bad mood swings and intense cycle like most women.

so imagine a female prefect getting hauled into an all-boy's school and not one person can help you during shark week. they don't even know what's happening to you, why you crave the most disgusting food they've seen, or you cry over a caterpillar whatever.

𝓘magine an alicorn hybrid! Yuu who conceals their identity of being an alicorn up until they got sick

I have a headcanon that every fantasy creature is extinct in twisted wonderland except for dragons because humans used to hunt them. Dragons are the only creatures who get 'revived' by being half-fae but the other creatures aren't so lucky because they are either too weak physically, or too weak magically. So Alicorns, Unicorns, Phoenix's, etc only exist in bone structures in museums or in books.

But where are you from, all the fantasy creatures left in a secluded island and evolved to be more humanoid due to the slow inclusion of humans. I would imagine that some hybrids would go out into the human world and conceal their identity of being a hybrid by some kind of magic or potion and the only way they are exposed is when they are sick terribly, or they let their guard down which is very rare. So when you got transported to twisted wonderland you would cover up your horn, wings, etc with a very potent magic that the magic-mirror wouldn't detect— and it worked! Of course it does because Alicorns are more magically powerful than dragons after all, however they are very weak physically, so you would often take vitamins and perfect your diet to make up for it, although you don't get sick, it is not impossible. But that doesn't mean you didn't get surprised when you got a high fever— because of course you do, the universe hates you after all.

So not only do you have to take care of Grim, you have to make it not obvious that you're sick and not an Alicorn. Ah yes, this won't go wrong right?

Oh my sweet summer child you're so very wrong.

As an alicorn— a very powerful hybrid that could go head to head with dragons and win, (magically not physically) subtlety is none of your concern. Back home, when you get sick, your guardians took care of you and un-did every magic induced spell you did while you were sick like: inverting the colors of everything around you as you sneeze, the ground cracking when a particularly hard headache passes you, blowing away everything around you when you cough, and other potentially world ending things. They would fix it. So now that you were ripped from that luxury, you would try to minimize the damage, or try to un-do it, but no matter what, it comes back to bite your ass. So now Grim is running out of your dorm to get you some help— also because his colors have been inverted and he just wants to reverse this as much as possible.

He first went to Crewel because he's more reliable and he may or may not fix the mess that is your dorm. Fortunately, after seeing a very distressed and off-colored Grim in his classroom wailing about your world ending sickness, he rushed to you. When he saw the state that you and the Ramshackle had been, he sighed and brewed some potions that could fix you back into your non-feverish self. Now there was a problem, anything that comes close to you in a five mile radius would either get blasted off, or suffer a dis-coloration that might be irreversible. Fortunately, you've calmed down after a few thirty minutes, unfortunately, the potion doesn't work because you are a very magically powerful being so you needed a stronger potion that could kill ten elephants within an hour. Unfortunately, because of school funds, he doesn't have the ingredients for it. So what did he do? He called Crowley.

Meanwhile Grim was sent to Heartslabyul because Crewel knew how close Ace and Duece was to both of you; he hoped that those two would take care of Grim while you were suffering a fever. However, because of his chatterbox mouth, your friends knew, and by extension the housewarden got involved, then the vice-housewarden then Cater— okay so all of your Heartslabyul friends went to check up on you, where's the harm in that?

Everything. Not only did they see a very ethereal-looking Yuu complete with a horn, wings, and a very red nose. They were flung to the other side of the room because you made the mistake of sneezing. Now they know you are an Alicorn. Great. But they were no snitches so they just ignored it (with occasional jabs here and there) and brewed some tea for you and put a damp warm cloth over your head. Crewel busted in with Crowley and escorted them out for their safety. (Crewel was surprised that no one got dis-colored while being in proximity with you)

Was the headmage shocked to see your true form? Oh dear, shocked didn't cover it. He was baffled, surprised, terrified and amused all at the same time. Now if it wasn't for Crewel's sharp glare, he would've exploited you for money, given your alicorn status. Thankfully, he promised that he would find a potent potion that could fix you quickly to end this mess, un-thankfully, he was Crowley so this would either take 2 days or 5 weeks depending on his urgency to fix this. What did you say to that? Well... You sneezed on him and re-colored him hot pink. So you could imagine how urgent he is now.

After that whole ordeal, Crewel went on his merry way to try to help you because you have wormed in his heart, so now it's his responsibility to take care of you like you're his own child.

Not only Crewel, but the other staff members as well.

Trein would come not long after, after hearing your condition through un-confirmed rumors. He brought an emotional support scarf and medicine that would mitigate the effects of your fever— but not cure you unfortunately. He sat with you for a few hours trying to be the best adoptive father for you as he listened to you ramble about things that distracted you from this migraine that threatened to crack the floor. Unfortunately, the floor stood no chance and you almost fell through if not for your reflexes— Trein sighed and glared at the ground like it cost him rent then informed you that he would brew tea to help the migraine subside. You managed to fix the floor before he came back. He departed from you not long after because of paper work, but you got to hug his familiar so it's not so upsetting. You are eternally thankful that he has a soft spot for you.

Vargas would barge in with a very boastful attitude while carrying vitamins that he somehow knew you took. He was very encouraging and helped brighten your mood up, unfortunately he was only there for one hour because he still got some students to teach. But he left your vitamins and some fruits on your bedside table so you couldn't be mad at him.

Sam was next and he brought you some more potent potions than what Crewel made and miraculously forced your fever to subside. You literally cried when you took the potion because it silenced your migraine, he chuckled at your state and patted your head. He was there for a few minutes ensuring you took care of yourself, that your temperature was stable and lifting your mood up, before he went out, not without worrying for you a bit and forcing you to eat soup. It was very intense and weirdly positive? Nonetheless he went out complaining about how he lost his favorite customer.

Crowley finally found the potion that could diminish your fever and barged in your door bragging about how generous he was taking the time out of his day finding a potion that could cure you. You literally had to snatch it from his hands because he couldn't stop talking, and your migraine was splitting your brain. So after you took your potion he dipped out and threatened to dock your pay. You sighed at that but finally. You were done suffering.

But now you have a new problem. Explaining to your friends that you were indeed in fact an Alicorn.

Sigh. Problems keep piling up for you didn't it?

Man wanted to test the chibi twst style here I think they came out cute I’m still studying tho

Very normal day at rsa lol

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