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ೃ⁀➷ A male and nonbinary reader-insert centered Twisted Wonderland blog!
Although this blog does not just exclusively write reader x character content as you will also find general works about the canon characteres or ship works between these characters.
Most content you will find here are written works, but there will be the occassional art!
✍️ Posts 1-3 requests on Fridays and Saturdays. I cannot guarantee frequent updates.
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Hello anon! I can’t promise when requests will be open again as I’m currently cleaning out my inbox of past requests from (checks) three years ago of which one’s I will do and which one’s I won’t do.
I will make a separate post on when I’ll open requests again! You can always see my inbox status on my pinned post, right at the bottom of it.
⁀➷ Requested reader content is male and nonbinary centered ONLY! I will only accept reqests that ask for a male or nonbinary MC/reader. This includes queer men that cis, falls under the transgender umbrella (transman or transmasc), or under the nonbinary umbrella.
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Hi everyone! It's been [checks calendar] almost three years since I've posted on this blog! My goodness, I still have 28 asks that I've yet to accomplish, alongside the wips in my masterlist.
It's kind of fitting considering that the actual Izuku "Deku" Midoriya did leave for school! And has returned, hooray!
First I would like to apologize for leaving everyone in the dust. Request after request was a little overwhelming, coupled with the fact I was a senior high school student running a writing blog too. Guess what though? I'm in college now! And as of the moment I'm running hell on midterms weak as we close in on the finals in a few months.
Secondly, for the long hiatus, I would like to thank everyone that stayed despite the radio silence. For the people that left requests in my inbox, I want to extend my apologies to you guys as well. I know you guys have been waiting for so long and I feel bad kjaekffa
However! I do plan on returning, and I planned on emptying out my inbox first before re-opening requests again. There's enough to pump my blog back to life and (hopefully) reach the guys, the gays, and the nonbinary folks in this fandom like it did before.
It was heartwarming to see asks from anons and others, saying how happy they were to see fanfictions, drabbles, and headcanons catering specifically to male and/or nonbinary readers. I got one in my inbox saying how glad they were that I also write for polyships! Seeing those comments motivated me to pick myself back from where I left off. I wouldn't want to leave you guys hanging, after all.
That's all for this announcement and update! When I come back, I'll continue churning out the content with no interruptions. Stay tuned for now!
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My caretakers in my world have always told me that writing a letter could help ease one's mind but I think it's better if I was able to send it to someone. So, to the person who captured my heart, I am writing this letter to you. I am writing to express my absolute adoration for you. I love your determination to prove those who wrong you, your smug smirk when you accomplish a buisness deal, from the way you pout at things not going your way to the way your eyes glisten when you were almost about to cry. Because of that, I have fallen deeper for you. Throughout my life, those around me have always told me not to get close to those around me before I arrived in Twisted Wonderland. They told me that I shouldn't fall in love with someone who was out of my reach. To fall in love with a person who I will soon have to leave once the story ends. As much as I have tried and tried again to follow that rule, you came in my life and that lifestyle that I once have grown used to, falters bit by bit. I can't think straight whenever you pop in my mind. I always ask myself, 'I wonder what he's doing today?' 'I wonder what's his favorite color?' And so on. There would be times I despise the feelings that I felt every time you would show up in my thoughts. With your cute little undercut and glasses. I am unsure if I should move on. After all, I understand that your dream is something you put all of your efforts into and I doubt you would have time to spend with your significant other. Let alone a boyfr- nevermind. Forget I ever said that last statement.... I guess I have been avoid the main subject but.. Azul. I am in love with you. But I doubt you will ever be mine. Now, Grim is telling me to make dinner. I guess I will end this for now.
Sincerely,
Takehiko Stelliferous
He was not expecting a love letter addressed to him.
It was almost absurd. Floyd tossed the envelope right at his desk when he was accounting the expenses of the Lounge, saying that Ace Trappola came over to deliver it.
“Did he say who its from?” Azul asked, exasperated at how unceremonious Floyd was. The tall man shrugged. “Didn’t. Pretty sure it’s on the letter. You should open it.”
And that was it. The letter remained on the corner of his desk unopened as Azul attended to other matters. Of course, priority first. It was not as if he was avoiding what the letter’s contents were. No, definitely not.
…well eventually he gave in. The uncertainty of not knowing what was written inside it is killing him. Especially when Azul is aware of who the sender is.
Deeply exhaling, Azul straightened in his seat and grabbed the letter. He opened it as quick as he could. Azul planned on skimming over the contents instead. It would save him time. Besides, love letters tend to beat around the bush—he rather it gets straight to the point.
However, his skimming turned to reading, eventually having to re-read the letter again, and again, and again, until it sunk in.
Azul leaned on his chair, a hand over his mouth as a million thoughts run around his mind. He was flustered. So flustered. This must be a joke. He must be joking, he has to.
But reading the end of the letter again…it was not a joke. Azul is aware of this. “How troublesome…” he muttered to himself as he straightened once more. Azul folded the letter back to how it was and reached for a pen and paper.
“Dear Takehiko Stelliferous,
I hope this letter of reply finds you in good health. I would like to be straightforward with you regarding your confession. You certainly picked the right time for it.
How bold of you to declare such love for me. How confident are you…ah, pardon, you are not confident at all are you? After all, you doubted that you and I would be together. However, you certainly are confident enough to say such praises to me. I’m flattered you think highly of me, in such a way as well.
You must be wondering if I feel the same way. Forgive me for the suspense that I might give you, but I won’t disclose my feelings inside this letter. I feel that something such as this requires intimacy and I believe writing it to you won’t bring it to that level.
Enclosed in this letter is a free-one night ticket dinner at Mostro Lounge. Do not waste it. I will be waiting for you at the designated time then. I hope to see you tonight, friend.
hello!! could i request enemies/rivals to lovers for crewel, crowley, and sam with a male professor who works at rsa? thank you!!
Thank you for the request!! I had a little trouble coming up with a coherent list,,,writing mr. sam's is my personal favorite tho!! (* ^ ^ *)/
commentary in the notes!
Tags: enemies/rivals to lovers, fluff, male!reader, rivalry
Warnings: parallel scenes to Cruella's behavior (Divus' part).
➺ You and him go waaaay way back
➺ Like middle school!
➺ At first, you were friends, but a week didn't even pass and you two became sworn nemesis at your middle school.
➺ Both of you are always competing in various subjects and extracurricular. It isn't even your fault it would always resort to a (metaphorically) open-fire competition with Crowley. In fact, it's his fault.
➺ Whenever you would mind your own business, studying on your own, working hard on your own, he would always step in and try to one-up you.
➺ You swear he's doing it on purpose to get on your nerves.
➺ Throughout your school year in middle school, your rankings will always alternate with each other. You would be first, Crowley would be second; Crowley would be first, you would be second.
➺ And boy when he would rank first, he would rub it in your face
➺ You blame him for tainting your school record. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Someone had to put him in his place," you argued to the school counselor. "Please, consider it as self-defense."
➺ You broke his nose and made him cry. Don't think the school counselor is going to let you off because of that.
➺ By the time you graduate middle school, it was good riddance to Dire Crowley. You didn't have to worry about competing with that bastard crow. You worked hard on your own efforts—you even landed a job at Royal Sword Academy!
➺ Headmaster Ambrose was kind to accept you during their internship. Eventually, he hired you permanently on the job as his assistant.
➺ Life is good....until the inter-school competitions, of course, because that usually means you have to see his stupid, annoying, idiotic face again.
➺ And every time there would be a for-staff-only event during these competitions, you would do everything in your power to dominate him.
➺ lmao dominate
➺ With both your competitiveness, you two are oblivious to your own pettiness. Not to the other staff watching, of course, it was blatantly obvious what kind of chemistry is brewing between the both of you.
➺ The rivalry even extends to both your students (these poor kids-)
➺ Granted, Headmaster Ambrose treats all his students as his own children, but the students of RSA recognize you as their own father as well. Headmaster Crowley, on the other hand, only has a handful of favorites (an attitude of his where you take the chance to criticize him).
➺ RSA students want to make you proud. NRC students don't give a fuck to Crowley and just want to win against them.
➺ Like fathers like children.
➺ During the recent inter-school, you met the Ramshackle Prefect. They seem like a nice kid, but Crowley was quick to whisk them away from you. He resembled a defensive crow and, lo and behold, both of you argued over this little meeting.
➺ There has been a compromise during the competition. It lessened the arguing but it heightened the petty banter. The compromise? The Ramshackle Prefect (volunteered willingly).
➺ They became the peace-making child between two "divorce-but-getting-together-again-maybe" couple (as the staff puts it)
➺ Spending time with the Ramshackle Prefect made you appreciate NRC (which you only despise because Crowley is running the school). Not only that, you learned to see a rare side of Dire Crowley. In turn, he gets to see a side of yours that he...appreciates.
➺ The side that Crowley hides during the majority of his career and you openly show yours: empathy.
➺ With this "fatherly bonding" with the prefect, you wondered why you disliked Crowley. You realized that back in the early period of middle school, the both of you barely argued.
➺ This made you ponder as to what happened between the both of you.
➺ "Don't let personal feelings get in the way of a healthy rivalry," Headmaster Ambrose advised you.
➺ You still wonder if this blooming feeling in your chest could be what he meant.
"That child can be a menace, but I can only blame you for that." Your comment made Crowley turn his nose from you, huffing. The Ramshackle prefect waved goodbye at the two of you for they have important matters to attend to.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I have been kind and gracious to them ever since they were left in my care!" Crowley refuted quite defensively. You rolled your eyes, lips curling into a grin. You felt Crowley stare at you. You tried your best to ignore the heat on your neck.
"If they were left to your care, they would be a prissy stuck-up."
"Oh, shut up."
note: reader here works as an animal language professor!
➺ You heard of each other when you have a similar job in the same industry: fashion.
➺ You were more of an assistant rather than a protege under your boss. She was well-known as the "Iron Fist" of the fashion industry. She wouldn't take any amateur fashion designer under her care. Crewel, for this matter, was an exception.
➺ He stuck around your boss for the most part until eventually, he started "rebelling" against her principles.
➺ You witnessed what you believed was his downfall and desperation. Although you wish to commend him for forging his own path, it was hard to, for you see the devilish madness he's leading himself to.
> The disagreement between the both of you eventually made you lose respect for him.
➺ But he is such a charming man with loads of potential. You didn't want to give up on being acquainted with him. However, fate kept putting you against each other that you doubt there will be a chance of anything else other than that.
➺ Your respect for him plummeted deeper when you found out what "special fabric" he has been using to create wonderful and amazing articles of clothing.
➺ The pursuit after Divus Crewel was hassling. When you two faced off for the last time, he accused you of mucking dirt on his good name, and that he has the rights for his artistic liberties.
➺ In your eyes, he was absolutely insane.
➺ "SKINNING DOGS IS NOT A FORM OF ARTISTIC LIBERTY, DIVUS!" | "OH, BUT ON REPTILES IT IS?"
➺ You figured that's where your bad blood with him comes from. Because, ever since you worked as a professor at Royal Sword Academy, your fight or flight mode activates when you see him.
➺ You swear you can hear the Three Fates laughing at you for they made you rivals with him again.
➺ Inter-school competitions are hell because you wanted nothing more than to avoid him like the plague. Crewel states that he placed the past behind him, but you swore he enjoys watching you or your students make the tiniest mistake during the competition.
➺ His pettiness infuriates you that winning first place as usual just does not cut it. If it's a fight he wants then a fight he gets. You will not allow his awfully charming smirk to vex you any further.
➺ Not even when you're put in compromising situations with him. You will not let yourself squirm under his gaze.
➺ To be honest, you're not even sure of your own feelings. Being petty, outperforming each other, and being defensive against each other is second nature. Yet, deep down, you know it's tiring. You wonder if it's pride that keeps you two from standing on the same ground.
➺ Maybe that ground is found in the 101 dalmatians that Divus has in his manor when he invited you over.
➺ Great Sevens, your profession in animal language got triggered.
➺ Divus called you to his manor to have a friendly reunion. Even pettiness can be tiring, it seems. Still, you were suspicious of him owning a hundred and one dalmatians that you couldn't help but talk to the dogs.
➺ Surprisingly, all 101 of them show no sign of apprehension, supporting their claims of Crewel being such an amazing father. One of the small puppies even made you blush with the question if you're their new father
➺ Judging by Crewel's expression, you don't think he'll be opposed to that.
"So you won't...turn them into coats?" You cautiously asked, cradling an armful of puppies that yips for your attention.
Crewel looked offended at your suggestion. "I'm not barbaric, sir," he defended. Then he took a sip of his tea. "I'm creative."
"And still mad, it seems." You say this disheartened, but the fluttering feeling in your chest says otherwise.
➺ Out of the two men, your rivalry with Sam is the LEAST pettiness and leans more into the flirty and playful side
➺ You first met during a bazaar in New Orleans. Competition is thick, but you didn't mind it. It's a chance for you to showcase the uniqueness of your business and charm
➺ It wasn't hard to gather customers thanks to your "sales charisma" so to speak. It even attracted the attention of your rival stall belonging to a tall (and equally charming) man: Sam!
➺ Neighboring stalls, onlookers, and customers felt a wave of energy similar to this:
➺ Pleasantries and formalities were exchanged (as well as your names), but there was a challenging tone in both your words. When it comes to doing business, the air of professionalism is there, but anyone within a mile radius knows that there is something more happening behind the sales talk.
➺ Instead of feeling annoyed at being one-upped, you felt impressed (and shocked) with the variety of products Sam bought with him. It only motivated you to pull your aces out of your sleeves and pockets that sure wowed the crowd.
➺ It might be the high of achievement, but you were sure you saw his eyes twinkle at you. Sam tipped his hat as means of proclaiming your victory. You won this round, but he won't go easy on you next time.
➺ You won't admit it out loud but you wished that next time would come quicker. Sure, being a shopkeeper at RSA is peaceful with all the nice and obedient kids around, but remembering his boisterous voice made you miss him.
➺ Thank your Grand Princesses because, during the inter-school competition, you get to meet him again!
➺ This time, the level of charisma rose tremendously. Both of you worked your throats and hearts off to capture the attention (and madols) of possible customers.
➺ Granted, Sam would make a few quips here and there about your marketing style. His friends from the Other Side would make you embarrass yourself in front of customers by sneaking up behind you!
➺ Ah, but you get back at him during breaks. Sam thinks he knows every trick in the book, but you would manage to catch him off guard every time.
➺ You would tease each other out loud, too. This became more of a highlight to the visitors that the other stalls held by students got overlooked.
➺ "There isn't room for two devilish men, good sir!" | "Speak for yourself, Mr. Sam."
➺ The students are tired at these two adult men and their sales-flirting.
"Can I get a waffle?" The tired Ignihyde student mumbled in front of the stall. You would have attended immediately to him, but you were quite occupied proving Sam that you're better at endorsing magic cards than he is.
Unfortunately, this little competition of yours gets you distracted. The lack of distance between the two of you is obvious. The Ignihyde student slumped into his hoodie, a bit frustrated. "Can I please get a waffle?"
Hihi!!! I've known about your blog for a while but I've never had the chance to send in a request!!! Funnily enough you use the same blog theme as I do for *my* new writblr XDD anyway!! Can I request a short drabble of Rook x a Male reader who likes to collect hats and steals his? If this doesn't follow your rules, I apologise! I couldn't find them,,,
hello!! thank you for taking the time to visit my blog! I apologize that this took too long (｡•́︿•̀｡);; I hope you enjoy it nonetheless though ^o^!! this is such a cute request!
Tags: Male!Reader, fluff
Warnings: none!
At first, Trey was alarmed of a sudden thief at large in NRC. Though, the more Rook would describe the thief, the more familiar he sounded.
Rook described the thief as having "the hands of an expert: rough palms and a strong grip. A hold where one would never fear of letting go." As well as having "a lovely voice whose symphony serenades into seduction."
The way Rook fondly illustrate the thief's image with adoration twinkling in his eyes was enough of a give-away to Trey. The thief was his boyfriend, for Seven's sake. Trey could only guess that this is just Rook being smitten with you.
"Oh, Chevalier Rose, if you were there whenever he pursues me, you would see the mischief in his eyes," Rook continued, "his eyes—oh, the eyes are the window to one's soul, and you can perceive the depth of his soul the more you would gaze at it..."
"I'm sure his eyes are pretty," Trey sighed, shaking his head with a smile. He continued to amuse his classmate. "You haven't really told me what he steals from you," Trey pointed out.
Rook chuckled. "Merci, I nearly forgot. I am always a victim of—"
It happened so quick that they stared each other for brief moments. Trey was stunned by the quick zip that Rook's exclamation was what snapped him out of it.
Both looked up at the tree branch hanging above their workstation. There you were, lounging with a mischievous smile on your face. On your hand was Rook's hat. On top of your head was three more stacks of hats. You looked quite ridiculous with your crown of (what Trey deduced) Rook's stolen hats.
He recognized the hat Rook would wear during Flying Classes. Atop that was the hat he wears for hunting, and on top of it, finally, was the sun hat Rook once wore for a picnic.
"Monsieur Filou! You coquin! Oh, you plagued my days once more!" Rook wailed dramatically, clenching his chest as though his heart would leap out of it.
You snorted, putting his hat atop the other one, adding more to your crown of hats. "Babe, you're so dramatic."
Tell me about it, Trey uttered in his mind. You waved at your senior who returned the gesture. "Why do you have Rook's hats on your head?" He asked. You shrugged. "No reason."
"There is," Rook rebutted, although he was smiling, and his tone was fond. "You see, Chevalier Rose, mon chou is a fanatic for hats! To others, it is simply but. To him? The craftsmanship is carefully examined, and he would—"
"Rook—Rook, babe stop." You interrupted before he rambles on further. Trey chuckled at your chemistry.
You took your crown of hats to your lap. "What he said is true. I like hats—a lot!" You smiled. "Back in my world...I would have shelves dedicated to different hats I collected over the past ten years of my life."
Trey whistled, amazed. Rook, on the other hand, exhaled quite adoringly at your dedication.
You carefully crawled back down the tree and jumped into Rook's open arms. He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. "I finally caught the thief!" He declared while laughing. Trey and you exchange a glance.
You kissed Rook on the jaw, feeling him stiffen in surprise briefly. You laughed at his bashful expression before transferring the crown of hats on his head.
Summary: The usually dazed prefect of Ramshackle seems more out of it than usual. Atleast, by the observation of others.
Note: The one-shot is written in second POV, and the reader is male. I wrote this as a warm-up before I get back to writing the requests for my blog ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ),,,,
By the judgement of the majority, the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm is weird. Other than the affinity of sticking his nose in another's business, the prefect has this habit of staring at someone for way too long that—more often than not—it triggers an unwanted fight.
And this is happening more than usual.
Ace would always notice it. Deuce would next. Epel would ask if you're fine when Jack snapped out of your thoughts, and then Sebek would shake his head, scolding you for getting out of focus on such important study session. You murmured an apology to your friends. But even so, your eyes would not leave the table where Floyd was once again bothering Riddle.
Grim nipped at your fingers. "Oi, we need ya here," he scolded, "Ace is gonna end up coercing us into cheating if ya don't get your head in the game!"
"The hell are you talking about?" Ace scowled, "I don't coerce anyone!"
Jack cleared his throat but opted not to add anything else. He did gave your shoulder a pat, eyebrows creased more than usual. "If you feel unwell, we should get you to the clinic," he offered.
Sebek scoffed, murmuring about how it was a waste of time gathering here if the host of the study session is out of focus.
"You shouldn't attract the attention of the Leech," Sebek warned with a whisper.
"It's good that he isn't bothering us. We might achieve a higher mark without him distracting us. It would be an advantage," Ace added, a hand on his chin, and a boyish grin on his face.
You shook your head, eyes drifting briefly to Grim, before returning back to where Floyd and Riddle are.
You scowl at your friends when they tease you, but right now, the scowling lessened. You needed to keep yourself focused. Although you wished you were as focused at this with studying.
The Curse had its torso and tail wrapped around Riddle, from his chest up to his shoulder. The second-year student suspects nothing. However, his face is a brighter red, with angry marks furrowing at his brows, and his eyes bulging that you fear it might pop. The Curse contorted its own face, mimicking the look Riddle has.
Floyd...you think he noticed the Curse as well. He was looking right at it. He does not have the usual, jeering expression. Rather, his countenance suggested that he might wrangle Riddle out of frustration.
You had to step in but you worry about drawing attention to yourself.
The Curse seemed about Grade 4, at first glance. Your eyes trailed downwards Riddle's back. A huge pincer was embedded right into his skin.
Okay, this might be a Semi or Grade 3 problem.
"Dude!" Ace hissed at you, grabbing your arm when you stood up. Your friends looked at you, surprised. "Leave it be. They always do this."
"If you're doing what I think you'll be doing, I suggest you leave them be." Sebek using your first name warranted some reaction at the back of your head. Still, you could not just leave this be. If this goes on, Floyd might actually throw himself onto Riddle and it might cause some misunderstanding.
You took Ace's hand off of you. "It's fine," you assured. "Someone gotta break it off before a fight gets loose in the library."
Ace leaned back to his chair, watching you approach the ticking time bomb that is his two seniors. He let out a sigh. "Why does he always does this?" Ace asked out loud. "It's not like he's getting extra points for being an actual prefect."
"A hero complex?" Grim offered. Both of them shared a snicker. On the other hand, Sebek shook his head. "Let us get back to our session. The prefect won't take a while, anyway."
Just before Floyd is about to wrap his hands around Riddle's neck, you stepped in between them. "Heeeey, Floyd-senpai!" You grinned, hoping to diffuse the situation when you are in between them.
Unfortunately, you get to clearly see how fed up Floyd was. The light in his eyes completely dimmed. His posture is nothing more than a provoked predator.
"Move, Shrimpy."
You did not budge. You kept calm, waving your other hand near the Curse so that Floyd may see what your intention was. Thankfully, his eyes followed your hand. The Curse senses you approaching and bulged its eyes more to intimidate you.
It was gross, but you handled way worse back in your world.
"Riddle-senpai, you should calm down." You smiled at your senior even if he looked like he was about to explode. You placed your hand on top of his head and gave him a pat. Riddle's hair antennae's shot up higher. "Get your hand off of me you—!"
Blue flames engulfed the Curse's body. Its screech faded quickly as it disintegrated, leaving not a single trace of its blood.
Your senior's hair slowly floated down and his regular colors came back to his face. Riddle looked confused and tired. "There we go..." You gave him another pat on the head. You turned to Floyd whose light is back in his eyes. Needless to say he was shocked with what just happened.
You would not ask right now why he can see Curses. So, instead, you also gave his head a pat for being a good boy.
It was not easy living this kind of life. After all, exam day is coming, and Curses are mingling around the library as far as your eyes can see.
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Dekuuuuu I hope I'm not yet late for the event 🗿🗿 congrats on your 300+ followers and I hope more to come! Here's my request for your event mehehe (gender neutral/agender in general)
Dear Jade Leech,
If you're reading this now, I had probably returned to my world. Please forgive me if I had this delivered to you months after my departure. And I know that you are aware that I'm very happy to spend time with you and with everyone else...
As I stared at this paper, thinking of what I should write to you, I never thought that you would grow so beautiful and perfect to me. You make me love you even more. I wanted to be with you, but being with you makes me fall even harder. And nobody damn knows how much happiness it brings me whenever I learned something new about you.
Only if those moments could last forever...
How can I stop this feeling? Can I still stop loving you? How can I stop feeling so much pain every time I think of you?
If...if I can hold your hand, will you not let go of me then? If I can kiss you for the last time, will you let me?
But that was all just wishful fantasies. After all, it would never be possible for you to feel the same way I did. You are too far away for me to reach...
Sincerely yours,
ソラ
It was clear none of the first years were willing to deliver another letter to Octavinelle. So, Rook took it upon himself to deliver the last letter for today.
Jade gave Rook a courteous smile after he delivered the letter. That smile soon fell into a line as he checked the envelope that smelled familiar. Jade sliced the envelope open and read the letter’s contents.
The air of the lounge felt quite colder. When he read the signature at the bottom of the letter, it did not feel right. That could not be all of it, right? The hold he has on the letter tightened. The words on the page muddled with the whiteness of the paper as the realization sinks into him deeper.
Still, even if Jade knows the truth now, he doubted that it was all it ever will be. Maybe because it felt quite unfair.
His lips twitched into a cold grin, a shadow passing over his face. He carefully tucked the letter back in the envelope. He wanted to rip it to shreds but Jade knew better than to give into his inner feelings.
My caretakers in my world have always told me that writing a letter could help ease one's mind but I think it's better if I was able to send it to someone. So, to the person who captured my heart, I am writing this letter to you. I am writing to express my absolute adoration for you. I love your determination to prove those who wrong you, your smug smirk when you accomplish a buisness deal, from the way you pout at things not going your way to the way your eyes glisten when you were almost about to cry. Because of that, I have fallen deeper for you. Throughout my life, those around me have always told me not to get close to those around me before I arrived in Twisted Wonderland. They told me that I shouldn't fall in love with someone who was out of my reach. To fall in love with a person who I will soon have to leave once the story ends. As much as I have tried and tried again to follow that rule, you came in my life and that lifestyle that I once have grown used to, falters bit by bit. I can't think straight whenever you pop in my mind. I always ask myself, 'I wonder what he's doing today?' 'I wonder what's his favorite color?' And so on. There would be times I despise the feelings that I felt every time you would show up in my thoughts. With your cute little undercut and glasses. I am unsure if I should move on. After all, I understand that your dream is something you put all of your efforts into and I doubt you would have time to spend with your significant other. Let alone a boyfr- nevermind. Forget I ever said that last statement.... I guess I have been avoid the main subject but.. Azul. I am in love with you. But I doubt you will ever be mine. Now, Grim is telling me to make dinner. I guess I will end this for now.
Sincerely,
Takehiko Stelliferous
He was not expecting a love letter addressed to him.
It was almost absurd. Floyd tossed the envelope right at his desk when he was accounting the expenses of the Lounge, saying that Ace Trappola came over to deliver it.
“Did he say who its from?” Azul asked, exasperated at how unceremonious Floyd was. The tall man shrugged. “Didn’t. Pretty sure it’s on the letter. You should open it.”
And that was it. The letter remained on the corner of his desk unopened as Azul attended to other matters. Of course, priority first. It was not as if he was avoiding what the letter’s contents were. No, definitely not.
…well eventually he gave in. The uncertainty of not knowing what was written inside it is killing him. Especially when Azul is aware of who the sender is.
Deeply exhaling, Azul straightened in his seat and grabbed the letter. He opened it as quick as he could. Azul planned on skimming over the contents instead. It would save him time. Besides, love letters tend to beat around the bush—he rather it gets straight to the point.
However, his skimming turned to reading, eventually having to re-read the letter again, and again, and again, until it sunk in.
Azul leaned on his chair, a hand over his mouth as a million thoughts run around his mind. He was flustered. So flustered. This must be a joke. He must be joking, he has to.
But reading the end of the letter again…it was not a joke. Azul is aware of this. “How troublesome…” he muttered to himself as he straightened once more. Azul folded the letter back to how it was and reached for a pen and paper.
“Dear Takehiko Stelliferous,
I hope this letter of reply finds you in good health. I would like to be straightforward with you regarding your confession. You certainly picked the right time for it.
How bold of you to declare such love for me. How confident are you…ah, pardon, you are not confident at all are you? After all, you doubted that you and I would be together. However, you certainly are confident enough to say such praises to me. I’m flattered you think highly of me, in such a way as well.
You must be wondering if I feel the same way. Forgive me for the suspense that I might give you, but I won’t disclose my feelings inside this letter. I feel that something such as this requires intimacy and I believe writing it to you won’t bring it to that level.
Enclosed in this letter is a free-one night ticket dinner at Mostro Lounge. Do not waste it. I will be waiting for you at the designated time then. I hope to see you tonight, friend.
I really really like how hard working you. I could offer you my everything but I feel like even that would be too much. I don't know if you'll accept me since I heard that male hyenas often follow female hyenas since they're the most dominant... It might be silly of me to even think I might have a chance. Your smug grin and laugh makes my heart pound more than ever. I just hope you know that I really... really.. love you.
From,
Cr3at0r/Mod of Charact3r Chr0nicl3s
Epel knew that Ruggie could be running errands at this time, so he decided to approach his senior during club hours instead.
The young boy spotted his senior coaching the other Magift club members on their warm-up. He was about to call him when he realized what he was wearing. Dismay flitted across his features. He would definitely get made fun off because of his clothes. Epel would need to think of a way to only get Ruggie’s attention.
Right when Ruggie was about to follow the Magift club members with their laps, he caught sight of a paper airplane. It flew right over him and landed on the ground. It would have been crushed under the shoes of the athletes if he were not so quick on his feet.
“Now where did you come from?” Ruggie mused, turning the airplane around to see if there is any indication of a name. From the outside, it seems like there is no signature, but it is addressed to him.
“You can come out, Epel,” Ruggie chuckled, turning around to spot the first year discreetly leaving. Epel stopped in his tracks. Shoot, he thought, I’ve been caught!
Well, better explain it to Ruggie rather than leaving without notice. When the second-year student approached Epel, he had a teasing grin on his face. “A love letter, huh? Who is it from?”
“Eh?” Epel blinked. “But didn’t they wrote their name on the letter?”
“Did,” Ruggie replied, looking over at the now-opened paper airplane as his eyes skimmed over the letter, “but it didn’t really narrow down to who.”
Epel noticed Ruggie’s crinkled nose, obviously holding back a snicker at what he is wearing. He tugged on the straps of his wings consciously. “Well, Rook-senpai wanted—well needed our help in spreading “love” this Valentine's,” Epel explained. “We were tasked to hand out gifts and letters to whoever it is addressed to. I think the gesture is somehow sweet even if you have little idea who wrote to you.”
“Then will you give them this?”
Epel held out his hand and received a folded piece of paper. It looked like it has been quickly ripped from a notebook. He looked up at Ruggie a bit confused. The beast-folk looked lax, his hands propped behind his head and a grin on his face. “I’ll admit, the sudden confession surprised me. But keeping an admirer waiting anxiously is somehow a dick move on my part.”
Oh, the thought dawned on Epel that he made a slight bounce when he realized. “Oh! Yes, I’ll deliver this to them!”
“Shishishishi~ make sure that after you do, you come back and practice, yeah?”
The first-year nodded, smiling at his senior. “I will! I’ll be back as soon as I can, Ruggie-senpai!”
Ruggie watched the first year run away, ears twitching earnestly as he recalled what he wrote in the letter. A fluttering feeling tickled his nape that made him chuckle.
“Yo. This is probably the least romantic letter I’ve ever written…well probably because I never written a letter before nor even received a confession. It’s completely unexpected.
I’ll be straightforward: using the hierarchy of hyenas as a metaphor is a little oof for me, but I get what you mean. I think it’s p cute.
3 PM, Cafeteria. Why don’t you treat me first before saying I love you? It’s unfair you know some things about me when I barely know some things about you.
We wanted to say this to you both when you were about to leave but we understood if the headmaster wanted you both to help with the recent event. So, we decided a letter would be best. We three wanted to say Happy Valentines day to the both of you! Before, the dorm was so quiet and even though we had each other, it was lonely. We both are grateful that you two have came into our lives and lives things up. We understand how hard it must be to adjust in a new world and an environment, so we will try to do our best to make you guys feel like you are home. We have requested the headmaster to give you a two day off. We were planning on making a suprise party but we remember that you might want to spend the day with your friends so we could discuss that together when you both come back to the dorm.
From us,
The Ramshackle Dorm
P.S.
We asked your white haired friend with the fluffy tail to help us write this letter when he came to drop off some things for you yesterday.
“Kantoku-sei!”
The prefect slowed down their steps and turned to see Ace and Deuce running towards them. Grim halted in his steps as well, ears twitching. From what they could see, Deuce appears to be a bit aggravated, trying to grab onto Ace’s straps. The redhead avoided his grasps, managing to dodge the best that he could.
“They’re messing around again,” Grim whispered to the prefect. Ace finally caught up to them. He was also shoving Deuce at arms-length away from him. “Ace, stop it! Jack was supposed to deliver that letter—it’s only fair!” Deuce argued.
“Hey, our job is to still deliver the letter, right?” Ace rebutted. “That’s what’s fair!”
“What are you two on about?”
Ace and Deuce stopped their squabbling. Both of them stood upright—and Deuce managed to snatch the letter from Ace’s grip.
Before Ace could complain, Deuce handed the letter to the prefect. “Kantoku-sei, someone—er, the ghosts at your dorm wanted to deliver this letter to you. Well, you and Grim.”
“A letter? To us?” Grim sniffed the envelope in the prefect’s hand who was still observing it. “What’s this—some sort of prank? A farewell letter? Are we getting kicked out?!” The little monster would have shrieked more if the prefect did not rub the back of his ears. Ace rolled his eyes. “Jeez, dude. Just read the letter.”
Grim’s anxious grumbles turned into purring when the prefect continued stroking his fur. They had to stop the ministrations in order to open the envelope, though. “Hey, I wanna read too! Lemme see!” Grim popped his head from under the prefect’s arms. His face was too close to the paper that the prefect had to pull it away.
“Grim, you’re waaay too wide to be tucked under the prefect’s arms,” Ace snickered, earning a nudge from Deuce and another yell from the little monster. The prefect was entirely preoccupied with the letter’s contents. Plans of returning home were brought back to their mind. With all that has been happening in Night Raven College, they almost forgot about that. They were no longer a stranger to these people.
That feeling blossomed and warmed their chest.
“Hey, what’s with that look? Are you gonna cry, Kantoku-sei?” Ace teased when he noticed the sudden shift in the prefect’s mood. “Ace, cut it out!” Deuce scolded, threatening to nudge him again.
“I’m not gonna cry,” the prefect responded, a smile on their face. “Especially when we get to have a day off.”
“Wait—really?” Grim turned to them with wide surprised eyes. It turned to slits when his grin split across his face. “Finally! That oversized bird was really dumping a loooot of work on us!”
Deuce smiled at the prefect. “We’ll inform the ghosts that you received their letter…and Jack so that his efforts wouldn’t be wasted.” He muttered something under his breath, “if it wasn’t for Ace suddenly stealing the letter to be delivered…”
“What was that?” Ace narrowed his eyes at Deuce that made him flinch. “A-Ah nothing!”
The prefect shook their head fondly at them. There is not a day where their friends are not bickering. They read the letter again, wondering if they could throw a small surprise party for the ghosts instead as gratitude for their company.
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In the still chilly morning of February, the sun shone bright and warm. He appeared with radiant waves of blinding them with his gleeful smile and white wings of wispy clouds. The sun appeared magnificently that the sensation of awe was more like a sucker-punch to the gut.
“Is it just me, or is this what it feels like when gods show you their divine form?” Ace grimaced, blocking his hand over his eyes to spare them from the merciless rays. Deuce muttered just beside him. “I think that’s just Hunt-senpai…” His eyes adjusted from the light and they widened in surprise at his senior’s get-up. “Wearing…really different clothes…”
