TWST Incorrect Quotes#411 I LOVE YOU!

TWST Incorrect quotes#411 I LOVE YOU!

In Briar Valley-Vanrouge Cottage

Yuu*Leaving for the Farmers Market, kissing each of your boy's cheeks*

Sebek(5)*Waving as you leave while holding Silver's hand*I love you so much!

Yuu*Snickers and waves back still*I love you!~

Sebek(5):Hav a gud day!

Yuu: Have a great day!~

Sebek(5):Byeee!*Smiles wider still not wanting to end the conversation*

Yuu: Bye!~

Sebek(5):I LOVE YOUUU!

Yuu: I LOVE YOU TOOO!

Lilia*Smilling looking back and forth as you two have your love scream off*Hehe~

Sebek(5): I LOOOOVE YOUUUU!?

Yuu: I LOOOOVE YOU TOOO!

Sebek(5): I LOOOOVE YOUUUU!?AAAAAAAHHHH!?

Yuu:OMG!-Hahah~*Blows him kisses*

I WANT A BABY! [ pt.2 ]

genre; fluff

ft; Heartslabyul, ps. baby fever is strong this month

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

it was a rather peaceful day in the red tyrant’s garden, until a loud shout echoed throughout the whole building.

“YOU WANT A BABY!?”

Riddle’s face was red from embarrassment.

the Ramshackle prefect had requested to visit him for the purpose of announcing their desire for a baby!?

“you must be out of your mind! as a student you are obligated to put school before anything, including your blatant desire to start a family at this very young age!”

you pouted as he kept lecturing about how school should be prioritized first thing, groaning you then crossed your arms.

“but I wanna raise a baby! I’d be a good mother, no?” as you express your feelings by making hand motions Riddle was on the brink of death with how insistent you are on this topic.

“it is not about your ability of being a mother that I am saying no to, it’s because you’re far too young!”

“so you’re saying that you won’t be willing to father my children in the future?”

Riddle lets out another loud screech as he slams his hands down on the table, his eyes were shut closed as his face radiated heat.

“I NEVER S-SAID SUCH!”

his outburst made you let out a lighthearted laugh, he stared at you in disbelief and shook his head rapidly to cool his face.

“i-if you keep on insisting this then—“

“scratch that, I don’t need a baby. I already have one right in front of me~”

Riddle let’s out a gasp when he feels your arms wrap around his neck, you pull his face down right between your chest making him freak and struggle in your hold.

“Romi Rosehearts sounds nice now that I think about it!”

TREY CLOVER

you sneak up behind Trey and hug his waist, he seemed unbothered by your actions and continued layering the dessert with frosting.

“is there something you need cupcake?” he teased as he placed a cherry on the little pastry.

“un! Trey, I want a baby!”

the delicate berry in his hand caused a rustling sound as it hit the baking paper, he turned around and and pushed his glasses up slightly while looking at you with wide eyes.

“pardon..?” he blinked, did he hear you right? your smile was angelic to him until you repeated your request again.

“Trey, let’s have a baby!”

a loud clunk sound echoed around the kitchen as he whipped his whole body around and hoisted you up on his arms, you placed your hands on his shoulder as he held you up. his face was dusted red as a slight smile plastered itself on his handsome face.

“you’ll drive me insane before Riddle, you can’t tempt me like that honey..”

he gave you a kiss on the cheek and you giggled.

“I’ve already planned names for our children Trey!”

“you want multiple..?”

“of course!”

“that’s alright with me..”

CATER DIAMOND

Cater hummed happily as he scrolled through magicam, his adorable little girlfriend was laying on top of him so he took the chance to take a picture before posting it and captioning it as ‘my world<3’

seeing a bunch of comments being jealous about his relationship oddly made him feel better about himself..

laughing quietly didn’t seem to work as you stirred awake from your short slumber “hey sweetie~ you’re already up?” he coo’d and pinched your cheek gently.

you groaned and rubbed your face against his neck “Cay..” you mumbled out and wrapped your hands around his neck.

“yeeees baby?” of course Cater was already filming, nothing better than filming a cute clip of his girlfriend waking up and talking to him in a sleepy voice! it was for personal keepsake but worked as content as well.

“mhm.. I want a baby..”

Cater nearly drops his phone on you as his face twisted from a happy one to a shocked one.

“woah! what kind of dream did you have for you to say that!?”

looks like his content is going to be a’mazing tonight!

“nuh uh.. I just wanna buy cute baby clothes and match them with our outfits..”

gosh could you be cuter? Cater let out a squeal as he gently lifted you up by your cheeks and kissed you on the lips eagerly.

“my girlfriend is just the most adorable thing! maybe I should give you a couple of little Cay Cay’s soon?”

needless to say his magicam post went viral and his housewarden nearly beat him with a stick about how he wasn’t ready to take care of children, he got collared but it was quite literally worth it.

you were pouty with him and blamed him for it going viral.

“geez, if you weren’t so cute it wouldn’t have trended sweetie!”

ACE TRAPPOLA

he was laying on his bed playing video games before you got out of the shower and announced with a sparkly face.

“Ace, let’s have a baby!”

he nearly throws the DS when he snaps his head towards you, his mouth was agape as he looked at your serious expression of determination.

“s-slow down, whatever financial benefits you’re thinking of right now won’t solve your workload issue with Crowley!”

you made your way to Ace and climbed onto the bed.

“that’s not it, I really wanna hold a small little Ace!”

your words made Ace tense up, his whole face was sweating now as he tried to think of ways to change your mind.

“w-we could dye Deuce’s hair and Grim’s fur to match ours?”

his suggestion was met with a firm no as you pushed him down and began fumbling with his belt, he let out a yelp and squirmed beneath you.

“hey! hey! don’t— we can’t go through with this! if we do it then there’s no going back like usual!”

he grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his arms, he held you close by your waist and let out a sigh of relief when you stopped trying to take his pants off.

he wouldn’t have minded having fun with you, but the responsibility after the whole deed made him shiver.

“let’s start acting like parents to Deuce and Grim and see how it goes ‘kay?”

you hesitantly agreed with him and this is how the experiment came to light. it’s officially been a week since you began to shower Deuce and Grim in your love and Ace had enough of it.

“fuck, damn it all! just come here and I’ll give you that goddamn baby you wanted!”

“but Ace I have to go tuck Grim in!”

“no way in hell!”

Grim solemnly crossed his paws as he waited for his daily bedtime story and good night kisses.

“henchman where is my attention!!”

DEUCE SPADE

during one of Crewel’s classes there was a crying mandrake and everybody had to figure out how to stop it from crying.

from brute methods to straight up idiotic attempts, none of them worked and the mandrake kept bawling. everybody had already given up except for you two.

Deuce seemed to have observed different ways people approached the weeping mandrake and calculated which inflicted positive reactions and which caused negative ones.

with enough confidence you both walked up to the mandrake with a smile, well, Deuce was trying his hardest to maintain a genuine smile while you had no problems with putting on a sweet smile.

“have the big bad students scared you? oh you poor sweet thing..” you coo’d and picked up the rootling, cradling it in your arms as Deuce wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his hand on the mandrake gently.

“d-don’t fret, I will banish all the evildoers that scare you!”

as embarrassing it is to act this out in front of your whole class, nobody ended up paying attention to it, rather, they paid attention to the now smiling mandrake.

you never knew a creature like that could smile, but it made you giddy as you held it up with a bright smile.

“oh there is that sweet smile! you look just too adorable!”

as you coo’d you were too busy to notice Deuce looking at you with lovestruck eyes, the other students whistled and teased Deuce as he stared at you in awe.

“how lovely, you pups pass with flying colors!” Crewel clapped and walked over to you and reached his hand out.

you hesitantly held the mandrake over to him, but it refused and tangled itself on your arm. you blinked in confusion and watched as it’s roots grew and wrap further up your arm.

“how troublesome, it seems that this little mandrake sees you as its mother..”

Crewel’s words made your heart pound and you look at Deuce with sparkly eyes.

“Deuce, let’s have a real baby!”

your words shocked the entire class and Crewel looked at you with wide eyes, the class erupted in shouts as most students cheered for Deuce and some tried to talk you out of having a baby at a young age.

“despicable, I will have Crowley remove this sort of project as it seems to put some odd ideas in my pup’s brain!”

“y-you want me to father your future children..!?”

“SPADE DON’T FALL FOR IT!”

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Bagel blessings

The Red Darling

Yandere! Vil Schoenheit x Female! Reader

I’ve been obsessed with Luz’s song called Darling Blue. The storyline is still confusing to me, but the old song vibes is just *chef’s kiss* I might just write the Neige version. Also, Epel here isn’t/wasn’t Vil’s junior.

“Honestly, how could she neglect her own health like this?”

Vil sighed as he exited the Magicam that once showed the video of you signing your albums to the fans. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched it, nor was it the first video he’d ever watched, but it wasn’t what he focused on the most. It was your sluggish movements, your droopy eyes, your stifled yawns, and your fatigued smiles. Your fans might not see those signs, or they might choose to ignore them, but he did see and he did pay attention.

After all, Vil Schoenheit was your biggest fan.

Despite your imperfect voice, he admired how you always strived to improve yourself. He, out of all people, knew perfection didn’t exist yet he chose to be the best version of himself anyway. Although, there was a lingering regret that Vil wasn’t able to find and support you from the beginning of your career. Regardless, he wasn’t too late. He was there when you performed in a small stage, and he was there when you performed in a bigger stage.

But it seemed that you tried too hard this time.

Pressing a certain number, Vil put the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Adella. When is [Name]’s next concert?”

“Huh? This is the first time you ask that kind of thing.”

“Just tell me already.”

“Wait, let me check.” There was a momentary pause, and Vil tapped his foot impatiently. “It’s on the second week next month. Why?”

“I need the VIP ticket.”

“What?!”

“Do not make me repeat myself, Adelle.”

“O-oh, of course. I’ll purchase the ticket and send it to you as soon as possible.”

“Good, thank you. I’ll be sure to repay the money.”

He turned off the call before she could utter another word and huffed. Honestly, why was she so surprised? It wasn’t as if he’d ever hidden his fondness for you, even if he didn’t particularly gush over you like many of your fans did.

Stroking the photo of you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform, Vil leaned forward and kissed your face. It was his favorite photo due to the perfect mixture of spotlight and sweat that illuminated your glowing features.

And very soon, he’d be able to see it from up close.

***

You sighed wistfully as you stared at the photos of you and your ex, Epel. Your relationship used to be a secret, as it should, due to his status as a mere apple juice merchant. But, suddenly, a news broke out that one of his products was apparently poisoned and it froze the victim until morning. They sued him, and although it was fortunate that he didn’t get imprisoned, Epel still lost a significant amount of money and fame. You tried to help him, because you knew he was planning to propose you, but Epel feared for your futures.

And, thus, he decided to break up with you.

You were devastated, although deep down, you were still in denial of his charges. Epel was the type to pick a fight with someone if they pissed him off rather than poisoning them. Not ‘manly’, he’d say. And yet, even that wasn’t enough to save your relationship. Wasn’t enough to make him believe in you the same way you did in him. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. Too much was at stake here, and no matter how much you tried to convince him that you could be the breadwinner later on, he still refused. For him, a job was another part of his pride.

And now, not even his apple cutting skills could save him from shame. Internally and externally.

So, you threw yourself to work. You practiced day and night, all to forget the depression that crept up on you when there was no music as a distraction and to avoid your manager’s scolding. There was only so much she could tolerate from you, and isolating yourself in your room might just be the end of her patience. The exhaustion shook your body, worsened by the starvation caused by your diet, but you forced yourself to smile. To your fans, and now…

“Vil Schoenheit will be attending your concert later as a VIP. Please show your best self.”

To him.

It wasn’t as if you hated him. Oh, no. If you looked at it from another angle, his perfectionism was admirable. He showed and deserved nothing less. In fact, you could even say you preferred him than Neige. But today was different. Today, you were at your worst self. You didn’t even know if you could survive five minutes on the stage. What would the Vil Schoenheit think of you, then? Being the second most famous actor in Twisted Wonderland was bound to sway some opinions easily, and after all the hard work you’d put in, you didn’t know how to handle the breakdown should you fail to impress him later on.

And you succeeded, even if it was just barely. Otherwise, your manager wouldn’t have told you that he was waiting for you at his private room. At the very least, you managed to stand and smile at the crowd and cameras earlier. It was still an achievement in itself, no matter how petty it seemed.

“Excuse me, Schoenheit? My manager said you want to talk to me.”

“Oh, yes. Come here, and don’t call me Schoenheit. It looks like you’re calling my father instead.”

You tittered and sat down beside him with enough distance to be appropriate.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

“I’ll be honest, you didn’t reach the high note in your first song.”

You flinched, not expecting the abrupt comment. You knew you made a lot of mistakes, especially recently, but it still stung.

“I-I see. I was trying, though.”

“I know, but your exhaustion has hindered your performance. I expect you to take care of yourself the same way you do to your work.”

He was right, but it didn’t mean you could accept it easily. It wasn’t as if you overworked yourself because you wanted to, anyway.

“… Yes, thank you for your advice, Schoen– I mean, Vil.”

“Don’t just thank me. You should apply it from now on.”

“Of course.”

Somehow, he made you feel as if he was your manager. Or, worse, your mother.

“Therefore, I decided to bring you to dinner with me. Regardless of your mistakes, you still did your best for the sake of your fans. So you deserve a nice meal, at the very least.”

You wondered how many whiplash you’d get from him. First, he suddenly attended your concert as a VIP. Then, he judged your performance so harshly. And now, he invited you to dinner? No, you realized, it wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And the restaurant wasn’t a typical five star one, either.

No, it was the kind that took months just for a reservation.

Luckily, Vil didn’t talk much during mealtime. He ate calmly and gracefully, savoring each bite. You felt even more conscious of your table manner, and you clumsily tried to follow everything he did. You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or embarrassed when he huffed in amusement.

“Let’s go to my house. I just bought [flavor] tea and I want you to taste them.”

You wondered where did he find out that you liked that particular flavor. Did you tell it to your fans and you happened to forget? If so, then did that mean he was your fan too? The thought flattered you. Of course, it was only logical considering he came to your concert. Still, all of his invitations had been startling despite being a fan. Maybe because he was also as popular as you, if not more.

“You have a lovely home.” you remarked, glancing around the spotless living room.

“Of course. A tidy house reflects a tidy mind.”

You smiled bemusedly, too accustomed by forced humility that his confident answer surprised you a bit. And yet, you found that it suited him very well. He wasn’t lying, anyway, so he deserved to feel proud of himself. You could learn a thing or two about not putting yourself down too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to prepare the tea for a moment.”

The couch was plush and comfy, and after all the whirlwind of activities and the fatigue that came with it, you might as well be falling asleep here.

Luckily, you had a stronger self-control than that.

Your back immediately straightened up when Vil returned with a tray of porcelain cups depicting the poisoned apples. Despite his conduct befitting that of a queen, his elegance when he poured the tea from the teapot was no less amazing.

You sipped the tea as silently and slowly as you could, savoring the flavor and warmth as if it was your last drink. You’d refused the wine from the restaurant earlier, fearing that you’d make a fool out of yourself by getting drunk. It didn’t matter if you could hold up your alcohol well; Vil’s presence demanded only perfection.

“How does it taste like?”

“Refreshing. The scent really calms down my nerves.”

It wasn’t a lie; it did recompose you, even slightly.

“I’m glad you think so. I’ve been wanting to taste this as well.”

You wondered why he didn’t do it himself, but you supposed that drink, just like food, was more delicious and memorable with company.

“Um, may I use the restroom?”

“It’s the third door on the right.”

You passed the kitchen, where the window displayed the darkening sky. Not from the moon, but from the upcoming rain. Hastily, you did your business in fear of being staying over for too long. It smelled vaguely of apple, and the yellow light illuminated the sparkling bathroom. Branded toiletries lined up neatly in the cabinet, and the towels were meticulously white.

It wasn’t until you spotted a slightly ajar door did you stop on your tracks.

Now, of course, you knew curiosity killed the cat. And, in this case, the cat was your job. But when your gut feeling compelled you to approach the room, and see your pictures pinned on the dressing mirrors, you knew it was simultaneously a good and bad thing to do. One of them was you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform. There seemed to be a few lipstick marks on it, cementing Vil’s position as your fan. While the other was a photo of you and Epel, with an X sign crudely slashed onto his face.

It was your anniversary photo, and you wore your best camouflage outfit at that time, so how did he have it? Did the paparazzi stalk you without your knowledge and send it to him somehow? It had to. You couldn’t think of any other possibility.

But the question was why? Why would he have that? You thought he’d at least understand how hard it was to date someone, being a celebrity himself. And yet, the sign on Epel’s face suggested that he didn’t understand, let alone accept it.

He couldn’t accept it.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to peek into someone’s room?”

You froze, and for a split second, you were tempted to rush inside and slam the door on his face. But that would be a suicidal move, wouldn’t it? It was his room, after all, and he could easily find a key to unlock the door.

“V-Vil,” you tittered. “I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”

The said man squinted at you.

“Long enough to catch a mouse lingering near a place where it shouldn’t be.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude, I swear! I was just–”

Curious? Nosy? There was no point in defending yourself, and he knew that. So, you sighed heavily as your shoulders sagged in resignation.

“Why… do you have my photo?” you asked, almost whispering. “The one with my… friend. It was supposed to be a private event. You–” you paused, already doubting your impromptu decision to confront him. Was it even worth digging your grave for the sake of your practically nonexistent privacy? “You shouldn’t have that.”

Vil was quiet for a moment, but you didn’t dare to look up. He didn’t criticize your composure, either, or your posture.

“… Sometimes, I wonder about that too.” he mused softly. “When I first saw that photo, I should’ve burned it to ashes and stomped on it with my heels. But, instead, I let my hands shake and ultimately hang it on the mirror, if not as a source of… motivation.”

Somehow, you had a feeling it wasn’t a good kind of motivation. Your stomach churned at the thought.

“I did a background check on him, and was thoroughly disappointed in your choice of men.”

You flinched instinctively and opened your mouth to defend Epel, but his withering glare silence you quickly.

“I mean, an apple merchant from a small village?” he scoffed. “It was all just too easy, honestly, to set him up. I just needed to have someone buy one of his products, used my unique magic on it, and ordered them to give it to someone so they could have a ‘taste’.”

Your stomach plummeted, and you wished you could run back to the bathroom and puke all of that fancy food earlier.

“I almost pity him, really. He went from poor to destitute, but I suppose it’s still a lot better than death.”

“Why…?” you asked breathlessly, eyes stinging at the upcoming tears. “Why did you do that to him?! What did he do to you until he deserved that kind of fate?! Answer me, Schoenheit!”

His eyes darkened at the name usage just as the thunder boomed outside.

“Because a queen deserves a king by her side.”

You gaped at him. A king? Who was the king? Was it you? If so, didn’t a king deserve a good, sane queen by his side too?

Why did you feel more like a girl under the queen’s unfair wrath instead?

“… It’s getting late.” you mumbled. “I have practice tomorrow. Excuse me.”

Vil grabbed your arm, and you wondered if he could crush an apple with his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going? Can’t you see that it’s pouring out there?” he scolded as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “You’re going to get sick, especially in that kind of condition.”

“It’s fine. I always have a painkiller ready…”

Suddenly, everything started to blur and move upside down. You clasped a hand over your mouth and collapsed to your feet, resisting the urge to vomit all over the marble floor.

“See? I told you.” Vil’s voice sounded distant despite him crouching beside you. “You’re sick, because you’ve been avoiding your much-needed rest. Don’t worry, I’ve told your manager that you’ll be staying with me for a few days.”

You were too weak to fight him, let alone escape from him. So, you allowed him to carry your body inside and lay it on the bed. He pulled the blanket to your chin and stood there for a moment.

“I won’t let you neglect your health anymore, especially over that pauper.” he hissed. “Under my care, you shall return to your best version. And I’ll be there as your number one fan and man.”

Deep down, you knew that your predicament wasn’t just because of your fatigue. He did something to you, to the tea, and you’d been too naïve to believe that the queen couldn’t be evil as well.

And his crooked smirk proved your suspicion.

"Squeeze or be squeezed"

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