Hello I really like your platonic yandere twisted wonderland stuff. How would the cast react if they missed MC birthday because there were more important things (overblots and the events that led up to them) going on and they didn’t tell anyone because they thought that the others were more important. The only way the cast found out was because they mentioned it when the topic popped up.
Well, first of all they would never forget the birthday of their favorite little baby! But, lets say that due to important school stuff (Twisted Wonderland equivalent of the AP exams, finals, etc) that they forget completely on accident.
Cut to the next day at lunch with the first year gang and instead of eating the food they give you or food from the school cafeteria you're eating somewhat decent restaurant left overs.
"What's that?" Jack asks.
"Oh, it's leftovers from my dinner last night," you say.
"Who made it? It looks tasty," Deuce says.
"Oh, Mr. Trein took me to dinner last night," you tell them.
"That was nice of him. You know why?" Ace asks.
"He said it was his treat for me celebrating my birthday away from my world," you say.
The moment they hear that the hamsters that run each of their brains stop. Yesterday was your birthday, and they treated it like a normal day and completely ignored you! You must be so upset! You're not, you weren't really expecting anything from any of them, but int heir minds you spent yesterday crying your eyes out before drowning your sorrows in dinner and dessert with Mr. Trein. Once the day is over and they go back to their dorms they tell everyone what happened, everyone forgot your birthday.
So, each dorm starts planning a birthday party for that weekend while everyone goes and gets you gifts and cards and stuff they need to make things up to you for forgetting your birthday.
On the flip side the adults didn't forget your birthday. Professor Crewel had given you bags of clothes, Professor Trein took you to dinner, Vargas, trying his best, bought you groceries but mostly protein stuff while Sam gave you a 90% discount on stuff under the guise of a 40%-90% sale and you just got lucky. All the while Crowley gifts you a cloak like his and a card that says he appreciates you with all your missing allowance inside, in bills.
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father figure hcs for nrc staff/faculty x fem!yuu/reader, if i may ask?
NRC staff as your father figure :]
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I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna do just gn Yuu since like a lot of my ideas aren’t strictly fem
• when he noticed that you saw him as a father figure he was all happy for exactly two seconds
• then the feeling of guilt crashing down on him he could feel his organs hurt. I mean all he’s put you through??? And you still glance over when you’ve done something good to see if he noticed??? IT HURTS SO BAD
• in the school holidays he does offer to get someone to go do work on the dorm since he just so happened to find room in the budget! And you get to go see your friends! How benevolent!
• once he does start feeling more paternal towards you he seeks you out, not to pester you with more jobs but because he wanted to keep an eye on you! He’s a doting guy to those he cares about and he wants to make up for lost or misused time
• if anybody gives you grief they are getting the horrors unleashed but he just says he gave them detention
• he brings back souvenirs for you from his holidays too!
• also we know he doesn’t give two fucks so he has dragged you out your class before so you can come on errands with him and you just so happened to stop for a nice lunch in the town! Coincidence for sure :]
• he might be a little awkward with your emotions but he does try to be there for you
• you’re his little pup.
• he knows the state ramshackle is in and is probably the one who got you your uniform you needed!
• he also gave you a basic wardrobe just so you don’t freeze or die of heatstroke, he also knows that even if you wash your clothes everyday you will probably feel dirty after a while wearing the same thing
• he probably began to feel so paternal because he made you stayed behind in lessons the first month so you could learn the basics
• also, back when you were a janitor for a very brief time he made his students clean the classes very efficiently because he didn’t want you struggling without magic to clean it up
• the EASIEST to blow his lid at Crowlys mistreatment of you.
• also, I’m stealing this from something it was a while ago but yeah , you become a model for him or just inspiration BUT that’s just the excuse he gives when he wants to get you new clothes.
• you’re his precious puppy and you won’t be caught lacking.
• if he finds you overworking yourself you are going to “help” mark papers with him. You will just sit and relax
• he has asked you to help him with his dogs and they all ADORE you
• he wants to make sure you know that you always have a home with him even if he doesn’t say it aloud
• I feel unintentionally he would already be showing you some unconscious bias.
• like you’re alone in the world defenceless with some of the most dangerous people around and your only hope is this school and a headmage who doesn’t give two shits if it doesn’t affect him.
• so if you’re ever upset or need reassurance he offers extra lesson. He even recommends library book that while rudimentary are perfect for you since they give you the basics and so you’re able to just get by in his class even if it’s by one mark.
• if you ever need help Lucius sits on your lap purring like a loud motor while he goes through the content
• if any other students give you trouble he handles it with swiftness
• also. In the glorious masquerade event when you went around with him and grim in the city he spoiled you and made sure you kept quiet about it.
• he only realised that he truly sees you as another one of his children when he’s at a dinner with his daughters for one occasion or another and he wondered for a moment where you are. His daughters caught on and laughed their heads off about it and now call you their mystery sibling
• also, he definitely argues with Crowly to help you get better funding for ramshackle and once it’s finally repaired he’s so happy for you but doesn’t show it. A little housewarming gift and some extra money does show up at your door. You only know it’s from him since it’s practical things you mentioned to him about planning to buy and some of Lucius’ hair that has shedded onto the basket the gifts came in
• he’s fun, he’s so much fun
• I don’t think he ever has a big realisation that he sees you as like a child to him or you see him like a dad it more slips in!
• it all started when he heard you complaining about the lack of good food at ramshackle and how you’ve been living off the same really not good food from Sam’s shop because you don’t have the money for anything else
• Cue him practically manifesting out of thin air as he tells you not to worry! He will help.
• your meals are taken care of from there. He sorts out meal prep that’s easily done up so you can focus on study.
• he gets others wrapped in because he casually mentions what he’s done when they were mentioned how you look more alive recently
• he more patient with you, more willing to give you a little break but he pushes you for greatness all the same
• whenever he finds you feeling down he begins to ask you about fun things form your world like sports of games they can play. He knows it’s not the solution that will fix all your problems but he hopes he can make a little piece of home for you here
• he also makes sure you’ve got practical clothes for the weather (they had to be approved by Crewel first so you don’t look shite)
• he’s less father and more fun uncle/big brother
• he sneaks you food , lets you work in the shop for money even if you just sit in the back room and get homework done as he runs the front. But hey, you’re getting paid!
• he probably is the easiest person to warm up to since he is just very non judgmental honestly
• if anybody tried to mess with you suddenly they have a ban at the shop. How strange. And they’re being heckled everywhere they go like something is coming after them?? Crazy ig
• definitely gets stuff in for you that you like and what he think you’d like!
• he also would let you and your mates loiter in the shop or just outside it if yous wanted. He just trust you to choose good friends tbh
I was going to add a warning and a lil comf message as always in this type of fanfics, but I think annonie explains it pretty well <3
responding to this request
It was Grim who approached him—nervously, voice urgent.
“You gotta talk to Yuu, Professor. They’ve been… off. They flinch when I get too loud, and the other day I saw bandages I know weren’t there before. I don’t get it… why would they do that?”
Crewel paused.
He had graded over fifty exams last night, scolded a third-year for exploding a cauldron... But that one sentence stopped everything.
He didn't scold Grim. He didn't panic. He nodded once and said,
“Thank you for telling me. You did the right thing, pup.”
That night, Crewel stayed up researching.
He was poring through psychology journals. His brow furrowed as he read about pain, coping mechanisms, and invisible wounds.
The next morning, he requested Yuu stay after class. Not in front of the others—he simply handed them a folded slip during potion lab, saying, “Come see me after last bell. No rush.”
When Yuu arrived, they looked uneasy, shoulders high with tension.
“I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“No. Sit. Please.”
They did, eyes darting to the ingredients shelf, then to the floor. Crewel sat across from them, hands folded on his desk, voice softer than they’d ever heard it.
“Grim spoke to me.”
Yuu froze. Crewel continued gently.
“He’s worried about you. And now, so am I.”
Silence. Yuu’s throat tightened.
“I’m sorry—” they blurted, eyes starting to burn.
“I didn’t want anyone to know— I was just— I didn’t know how else to deal with everything and—”
“Stop.”
Not a harsh command. Crewel stood and walked around the desk. He knelt beside them, one gloved hand hovering over their shaky hands .
“You have nothing to apologize for. Pain is not a moral failure. It doesn’t make you shameful. It makes you human.”
Yuu’s breath hitched.
“I’m not here to fix you. I can’t wave a magical pen and erase what you’ve felt. But I can promise you this: you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”
He rose, placed a hand over his heart.
“You’re a part of this college. My student. And I take care of what’s mine.”
From then on, Crewel didn’t hover—but he checked in.
When Yuu looked withdrawn in class, he’d ask them to help sort ingredients. I
f they were dissociating, he’d say, “Mind walking with me to the greenhouse?”
Small tasks that let them breathe.
And he never pushed. Never pried.
Only left the door open—always open.
Crowley had a knack for dramatics. He thrived on being the center of the room.
But when Grim nervously shuffled into his office one rainy afternoon and said, “I think Yuu’s in trouble,” the headmage's feathers metaphorically dropped.
He didn't say a word at first. Just listened.
Later, he knocked on Ramshackle’s door himself.
Yuu answered, surprised. “Headmage?”
He took off his mask.
“May I come in?”
They blinked.
Crowley never took off his mask.
Never.
Crowley stood in the entryway.
“I hear you’ve been struggling. And before you say anything—I’m not here as your headmage.”
He placed the mask gently on a dusty table.
“I’m here as someone who once felt like a ghost too.”
Yuu swallowed hard.
“I know it’s hard, adjusting to this place,” he continued. “You’ve had to survive here without magic, without family, without answers. And you’ve done it all without a safety net.”
His voice wavered.
“Perhaps I should’ve given you one sooner.”
Yuu stared at him. Crowley’s eyes, usually behind his mask, were steady.
“Can I show you something?” he asked.
He led them to a storage room near the staff quarters. There, behind old uniforms and spell books, was a small chest. He opened it.
Inside were journals.
Dozens of them, worn at the edges.
“I wrote these when I was your age. A long, long, long.... long time ago.” he said quietly.
“When I didn’t understand the world, or my place in it. When I thought maybe… the world would be better off without me.”
Yuu’s breath caught.
“You’re not weak for needing help,” he said, turning to them. “You’re wise for accepting it.”
From then on, when he saw them anxious in a hallway, he didn’t sweep them away with flair.
He’d tap their shoulder, whisper, “There’s tea in my office. Let’s get some air.”
And on days when Yuu couldn’t speak at all, Crowley would sit beside them in silence. No mask. Just himself.
In time, Yuu came to understand that even the loudest voices sometimes scream just to be heard.
And Crowley?
He’d make sure Yuu never had to scream alone again.
It started with a quiet knock on the side door of Mystery Shop one evening after lights-out.
“Hey, little imp,” he said without turning around“Didn’t expect you tonight.”
But when Yuu stepped inside, their energy wasn’t curious about the items. It was heavy.
Sam finally looked over, smile fading as he saw their eyes red rimmed, hands tucked in their sleeves.
“Something happened?”
“I relapsed.”
Sam didn’t recoil, didn’t gasp.
He just set down the crystal orb he’d been polishing and stepped out from behind the counter.
“Come sit,” he said gently, guiding them to the little seating nook near the incense shelf. “Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” Yuu whispered. “I just—Grim told the others, and everyone’s being kind, but I feel like I’m broken again. Like I failed.”
Sam reached over and pulled a tiny wooden box from a shelf behind him.
“Know what this is?” he asked, resting it in their lap.
Yuu shook their head.
“This box came from a spirit walker in the Scalding Sands. It’s over four hundred years old,” Sam explained. “Used to carry healing charms, notes of love, little promises folks made to themselves when they were hurting.”
He opened it slowly.
Inside were slips of folded paper—some new, some brittle with age.
Sam added one more—his own. He held it out to Yuu.
“Write one. Anything you want. Doesn’t have to be big. Could be: ‘I want to breathe tomorrow.’ Or: ‘I want to see the sun.’”
Yuu stared, then shakily took the pen.
After a long pause, they wrote:
“I want to believe I’ll be okay again.”
Sam tucked it inside the box, sealed it, and whispered, “Now it’s kept safe. No refunds, no backsies. That promise is real now.”
Yuu smiled weakly.
From that night forward, Sam always had a space open at the back of the shop.
If Yuu was overwhelmed in class, they’d sometimes find a handmade “delivery” waiting in their dorm room: a spell charm for calm dreams, a candle, or a simple note that read:
“Healing ain’t linear. But I’ve seen how stubborn you are. You’ll get there.”
Professor Trein stood at the front, chalk still in hand, yet his eyes had wandered from the blackboard.
He watched Yuu—slumped at their desk, shoulders taut, eyes unfocused. Not bored. Not distracted. Disassociated.
Lucius had already leapt from his desk perch and was weaving around Yuu’s chair. Trein set the chalk down.
“Yuu,” he said calmly, “Could you assist me in the archive room for a moment?”
There was no reason to doubt the request. It was casual enough.
No alarm in his tone. No heads turned. Yuu nodded numbly, rising without protest as the class barely took notice.
Trein’s pace was slow as he led them to a quiet hall—far from noise.
He closed the door behind them.
“Would you like to sit?” he offered, pulling out a chair from a reading desk.
Yuu did. But their gaze remained lowered.
Trein sat across from them, hands folded.
“There are lessons one cannot find in any curriculum,” he began, “Lessons about how to exist in a world that often refuses to make space for our pain.”
Silence.
“You don’t need to speak right away. I only ask that you listen.”
Yuu nodded once—just enough to let him know they were still with him.
“I’ve seen the signs,” he said. “The trembling. The vacant stares. The way your hands fidget when you believe no one is watching.”
“I want you to know I do not pity you. Pity can be shallow and cruel. What I feel is respect.”
Yuu looked up, confused.
“It takes strength to face each day knowing you’re at war with your own thoughts. It takes courage to survive when the world you knew has been torn from you and replaced with a place that doesn’t always feel real.”
Trein continued, “Grim came to me out of concern. And I assure you, Yuu… there is no shame in stumbling during recovery. Only in believing you must do it alone.”
Lucius jumped into Yuu’s lap then, curling up. Yuu slowly let a hand drift to stroke his back.
Trein gave a faint smile.
“Even Lucius knows who needs grounding.”
He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bound notebook—aged but blank.
“This is for you. Write what hurts. What confuses you. Or write nothing at all. You may tear out the pages, burn them, or never show a soul. But sometimes, the mind cannot quiet until its burdens are given a place to rest.”
Yuu took it gently.
Down the road, Trein never hovered. But he always noticed.
If Yuu’s answers in class were shorter than usual, he’d adjust the lesson pace. If he saw their breathing stutter when voices around grew loud, he’d assign a solo reading task and lead the others elsewhere—shielding them with normalcy.
“Oi! You’re not gettin’ out of PE that easy!”
Yuu had hoped to sneak past the training field.
But Vargas spotted them with that hawk gaze of his and jogged over, waving enthusiastically.
They braced for a lecture about attendance, but he paused as he got closer.
“You okay?” he asked—less gruffly than usual.
Yuu tried to shrug it off, but Vargas tilted his head.
“I know I ain’t always the most gentle guy. But I do notice when one of my students looks like they’re carryin’ a boulder on their back.”
He crossed his arms.
“You wanna go for a walk?”
Yuu blinked. “You’re not gonna make me run laps?”
“Nope. Today we walk. Slowly. No sweat.”
So they did—around the track, where Vargas usually shouted drills.
His voice was calm, explaining how, even in physical training, injuries sometimes come from inside.
“Used to have a friend back in my rookie days,” he said. “Tough guy. Strong as hell. But he had demons in his head that none of us could see.”
He glanced at Yuu.
“Pain ain’t just broken bones and bruises. You can be fightin’ for your life, and no one will know unless they look close enough.”
Yuu swallowed. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“You didn’t,” Vargas said, dead serious. “You’re still standin’. You showed up today. That takes guts.”
They stopped near the bleachers, and Vargas handed them something—a pair of weight gloves.
“These are yours now, not for lifting. Not for workouts. Just a reminder. You’re stronger than you think.”
From then on, Vargas kept an eye on them.
If Yuu’s breathing quickened during group drills, he’d subtly call a “water break.” If they looked spaced out, he’d shout, “Hey! Wanna time me on the sprint?”
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