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“𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?” - 𝒟𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒻/𝒷𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇👩🏻‍🍳 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 1/2

✮⋆˙ Summary: Despite being a magicless student in NRC, you are extremely talented in the kitchen. Hanging out with your boyfriend, you hear his stomach grumble, allowing the first thought to come to your mind, “Want me to make something for you?”

✮⋆˙ Pairings: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Leona Kingscholar x Reader, and Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

✮⋆˙ Genre: Fluff and Romance

✮⋆˙ Tags: Chef Reader, Cooking, Love Language, Cooking for Others, Acts of Service, Love Language: Acts of Service, Dorm Leaders x Reader, Female Chef Reader, Twisted Wonderland, Headcannons

✮⋆˙ Credit: Divider by @strangergraphics-archive

✮⋆˙ Looking For Part 2 -> X

Riddle Rosehearts🌹

🌹Riddle couldn't process what you said. You wanted to make something for him? He was pleased, but then the guilt came, He didn't want to trouble you with something like that. "Y/N!, y-you don't need to do that. I can always grab something from the cafeteria." Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you. "Nope~ I'm making you something. Now come on, show me where the kitchen is here in Heartslabyul."He went red, from shyness, not anger, as he gave in to you, telling you exactly where the dorm kitchen was, while giving your hand a soft squeeze.

🌹Having entered the kitchen, you realized it was empty, perfect, as both you and Riddle can be alone together. Pointing to the stool, you told Riddle to take a seat, as you went to get ready. Grabbing the apron and chef hat, you gave a huff of approval as you neared the sink, washing your hands. "So, have you thought of what you wanted?" Smiling up at Riddle, you awaited his answer, as he sat in a daze, until he realized you were talking to him.

🌹"Well I..." He placed his hand on his chin, giving it a thought. Leaning closer on the kitchen island, your hands held your face up, eyes sparkling, making him blush. "What are you craving? Pizza, soup, pasta, salad, cake, cookies? I can make anything you want. Ask away!" His mind was racing, unable to think of anything with you looking at him like that. His mind went to strawberry tarts, but he didn't want you to make something that required a long time to prepare, plus he wanted to eat something that gave him his nutritional needs. "Sandwich?" Riddle asked, wearing a soft smile.

🌹Without a word, you nodded your head and got to work, grabbing the essential ingredients, but adding a twist as you grabbed milk bread in the pantry, strawberries, sugar and whipping cream. Riddle watched you prep up, admiring how at ease you looked, remembering how nervous he was in the Culinary Crucible, when he was attempting to make cabbage rolls. Cooking wasn't at all like alchemy, as he originally thought, seeing how certain measurements and tools to prep were different despite them being almost similar. There was a part of him that wanted to improve his skills in the kitchen, maybe you could teach him?

🌹Riddle thoughts were interrupted as a plate was pushed in front of him. "Here you go, enjoy!" You said, with a smile, waiting for Riddle to try it. Looking at the sandwich, Riddle noticed that it wasn't a regular sandwich, seeing strawberries inside the bread, instead of meat and vegetables. "What is this?" He questioned, not knowing what it was you had prepared. "Oh, you never had a strawberry sando before? It's a fruit sandwich, so the bread is milk bread, adding a soft texture, and there is whipped cream inside along with strawberries. They are very popular in my world, plus I know how much you like strawberries, so I figured this was perfect to make for you."

🌹His mouth was shaped like a "O" as he continued to stare at you and the sandwich. Even when asked to make a sandwich, you made it in a way that suited his taste preferences? His heart couldn't stop thumping like crazy. Gauging Riddle's reaction, you worried, thinking he was upset, "Oh, do you not like it? I can't make another san-" Your words were cut off by him, "NO...no...the sandwich is perfect. Thank you, Y/N." Riddle picked it up, as he whispered "Itadakimasu" and bit into the sandwich. The delicious taste of whipped cream and the sweetness of the strawberries made Riddle hum in delight, eyes shining brightly from how amazing it was.

🌹"Hehe, judging by your reaction, I'm guessing you like it." Riddle nodded, as he continued to eat the sandwich, giving out a satisfied hum as he finished, using a napkin to clean his face. "Thank you again, my rose." His pure smile was making your heart melt, this boy was way too adorable. Walking over to him, you patted his head, making him stiffen at first, until he finally relaxed. "You're welcome Riddle. Whenever you are craving something or hungry, just ask me, okay?" Riddle leaned into the sensation, until you pulled away, making him a bit sad, but he smiled up at you. "Alright. Just make sure whatever you make me doesn't violate the 810 rules, understand?"

🌹Raising your eyebrow, you smirked at him, "Oh? And if it does, you going to throw what I made you away? How cruel" Stuttering, Riddle shook his head, recalling how he reacted with the Mont Blanc tart incident "N-no I wou-." He got cut off when you kissed his cheek, "Joking~" Calming down, Riddle looked down shyly, mumbling that he will eat whatever you make him, causing you to laugh as you kissed him again, making him flush with a mini smile on his face.

🌹What You Made For Riddle + Recipe🌹

Recipe- Strawberry Sando

Leona Kingscholar🦁

🦁Leona was napping in his room, while you were laying on the bed with him, well with him on top of you, as he nuzzled his head into your stomach, soft snores escaping him. You then hear a loud sound coming from him, recognizing that was a stomach grumble. "Hey Leona, want me to make you something to eat?" You whispered, not too soft though as you wanted him to hear you. Leona motioned his head up, one of his eyes opened, having woken up when you said that to him. "What?" He questioned you, thinking he was still dreaming. Looking down at him, you smiled, "Do you want me to make you something? I heard your stomach." You repeated what you said, making Leona smirk as he closed his eyes again, ready to go back to sleep. "I don't need herbivore food. Ruggie can bring me something anyway"

🦁He got a flick to the forehead, opening his eyes at you with a glare. "I'm not gonna make you a salad, Leona. I know you don't like vegetables. You're not gonna allow your girlfriend to cook for you?" You teased him, as you watched his ears twitch, tail moving when you said that, but he just turned, moving his body off of you, laying on the bed this time, mumbling a whatever as he went back to sleep. Smirking, you bent down to kiss his cheek, as you got up from the bed, heading out to shop for the ingredients. "Oy." You stopped, hearing Leona speak, turning to see a wallet being thrown towards you, as you caught it, looking at him confused. "Use that to buy what you need." He said, as he remained laying down on the bed. Smiling, you put the wallet in your pocket, as you headed out, closing the door behind you softly.

🦁Getting what you needed from the market a few minutes from NRC, you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, letting out a huff. Ruggie was kind enough to leave you alone in the kitchen, but not before telling you to promise him to save him some leftovers with whatever you made. Looking around, you found an apron and chef hat, putting them on as you started to wash your hands. Going to the bags, you pulled out the ground beef, onions, breadcrumbs, Worcestershire sauce, ketchup and potatoes. You chopped and sauteed the onions and then add them to the ground beef, mixing in other ingredients, then forming the meat into patty's. Getting the frying pan, you cooked the meat, covering it, as you began to work on the potatoes, peeling them.

🦁A pair of arms wrapped around your stomach, making you jump, as you felt a head land on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. Humming, you leaned your head against him, as you continued to peel the potatoes. "Hi." He said against your shoulder, making you respond back with a "Hi" as well. He continued to hold you, feeling his tail curl against your leg, make you giggle. "Leona, as much as I love you, I can't cook like this." With a grumble, he pulled away, motioning his body to sit against the chair, near the kitchen table, propping his head up with his hand, as he continued to watch you, emerald eyes gazing at you intensely.

🦁Once the meat was done, you prepared the sauce for them, while you finished boiling the potatoes, pureeing them to mash as you set them aside. Once everything was all set, you plated it well, turning around to Leona, who was surprisingly awake. Setting the plate down, you gave Leona a soft smile, "Its hamburg steak with mashed potatoes! I hope you like it." Leona look disinterested in it, but his tail and ears gave him away as they continued to move. Grabbing the fork, he took a piece of the meat off and raised it to his lips, taking a bite. You watched him intently, gauging his reaction. He remained the same, not even a crack of a smile, but he continued to eat, finishing the whole plate as well as the mashed potatoes, not expecting him to like them since they were part of the vegetables family. He licked his lips, before smirking at you, "Not bad, herbivore. I might hire you as my personal chef."

🦁Happy that he enjoyed it, you smiled, grabbing the plate as you began to wash up. "Glad you liked it. I was worried for a second since I'm not the best at making fancy dishes." Leona scrunched his eyebrows at that, "What you mean by fancy?" Moving your hands in the sink, you explained that he was a prince, especially growing up in a kingdom, he had a more variety to expensive delicious dishes, so you worried that what you made wouldn't fare well with what he's probably had before in his hometown.

🦁You felt your body being lifted up, turned around as he set you on the counter, using his body and arms to cage you, a predator corning his prey. He smirked down at you, as he leaned closer into your face, "Prince. Not a prince. It shouldn't matter. I'll eat whatever you make me, Herbivore, as long as you make it for me and me alone." Heart beating in your chest, your cheeks flushed as you gazed at Leona, as he leaned closer, enjoying your reaction. "Even a salad?" Teasing him back, you watch his expression drop, giving you a semi-glare. "Don't push it." Laughing, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss, which he reciprocated back, pulling you closer.

🦁The two of you continued the kissing session, until you realized that you were still in the kitchen and that you needed to clean up. "Leona, hold on, we can't do this here." You said between kisses, out of breath from how passionate he was. Leona let out a deep chuckle, as he pulled away slightly, "Why not? It's my dorm anyway." Pushing him back, you got off the counter, trying to steady yourself. "I know that, but still. Besides, I have to clean up plus I promised Ruggie I leave him something." Leona let out a soft growl, as he grabbed your chin, lifting it up to look at him. "Bringing up another man's name in front of me huh? Didn't I say for me and me only?"

🦁Unamused, you removed his hand from your chin. "Hey! He was nice enough to let me use the kitchen and he made sure no one else came in, knowing that the other students in this dorm would have grabbed what I was cooking and run away with it. The hyena boy deserves it." You went back to cleaning, as Leona let out a hmph and sat back down on his chair. "When I'm done, we can continue in your room." Tiling your head back to look at him, you gave a sultry look, which he responded with a smirk of his own.

🦁Having finished, setting a covered plate inside for Ruggie. Your body was then lifted up, swung over Leona's shoulders like a sack of potatoes as he headed towards his room. Grabbing your phone, you sent Ruggie a text that there was a plate for him in the kitchen and also not to disturb Leona and you.

🦁What You Made For Leona + Recipe🦁

Recipe- Japanese Hamburg Steak

Azul Ashengrotto🐙

🐙 In his office, Azul was writing away at his desk, finalizing some paperwork, while you were sitting on the chair across his desk, finishing your school work. He knew he was busy, so he arranged it that after class, the both of you would stay in his office in Mostro Lounge, enjoying each others company. He said it was just him being benevolent, but you knew that was a lie, since he absolutely adore you. A stomach growl was heard a few feet away from you, prompting you to look up from your work. Azul was still writing away, but his cheeks were slightly pink, embarrassed that you heard that.

🐙"Hungry? Want me to make you something?" You asked with a smile, putting your school work to the side. Azul dropped his pen, looking at you with shock, before he regained his composure, pushing his glasses up. "Angelfish, there is no need for you to cook for me. Besides, I'm not that hu-" Another growl came from his stomach, making his face go red, hiding it with his hands in embarrassment. "Well your stomach is telling me directly that your lying." Giggling, you got up from the chair, heading towards the door. You looked back at him, "What would you like?" Azul remained in the same position, before removing his hands, looking at you with a soft expression. "Something healthy please. I'm on a strict diet." Your heart ached at that, remembering the glimpses of his past that you saw during his Overblot, how bad his insecurity was. Giving him a kind smile, you nodded, as you headed out.

🐙Heading into the kitchen in the lounge, you saw that both Jade and Floyd were in there, Jade polishing some dishes while Floyd was sitting on the ground, criss-crossed, bored out of his mind. "Hey Leech bros." You waved at them, making them turn to look at you. "Heyyyyy Shrimp-channnnn~" Floyd tackled you into a hug, making you laugh. "Greetings, Prefect. What brings you into the kitchen?" You made your way over to the hanging apron, with Floyd dragging behind you, still holding on to you. "Azul was hungry so I'm making him something to eat." Jade smiled at your reasoning, as he continued to polish the dishes. "Oy Shrimpy. You making something for Azul and not for me? Meanie" Floyd whined in your ear, as he continued to squeeze you, as you made your way over to the sink, washing your hands.

🐙 "If you let me borrow the kitchen and make something for Azul, I'll cook something for the both of you after, okay?" You said, turning your head to look at Floyd while looking back at Jade. Floyd smiled, exposing all his teeth as he squeezed you again, making you go a bit blue. "Floyd. The prefect can't cook if you suffocate them" Floyd whined, but let you go, allowing you to breathe. "Thanks Jade." You thanked him as he gave you a closed eyed smile. Getting the ingredients, you got rice, pickled radish, chicken tenders, seaweed wrap and seasonings. Cooking the rice, you coated the tenders in breadcrumbs, deciding it be better to pan-fry it. Once that was done, you cooled the rice down as you began to cut the radish into thin strips. Jade and Floyd continued to watch you, finding your cooking very entertaining to them, while also admiring your skills.

🐙Once that was all set, you layered the rice, chicken, and radish on the seaweed wrap and rolled it, as you then grabbed a knife and slice them, making gimpap rolls. "Perfect!" Excited, you began to clean up, making sure to wipe the counters, and clean the tools you used. "Sugoi~ They look yummy." You heard Floyd say, as he held the plate in his hand, widening his jaw. "AHH! NO!" Yelling out, you jumped up, grabbing the plate from him. "These are Azul's. You'll get your food later." Floyd pouted, making grabby hands at the food, earning a chuckle from Jade. "Floyd. I will add mushrooms to your dish if you don't behave." Threatening him with a glare, Floyd immediately dropped his hands, yet he still pouted as he sat down on the ground.

🐙Holding the plate, you walked past the both up them, reaching one hand down to rub Floyd's head, earning a chuckle from him, his mood improving. Knocking on Azul's door, you heard an enter, as you opened the door, holding the plate up with a smile. "Your food is ready~" Singing out, you made your way over to him, placing the plate down gently on his desk. Azul observed the dish, with precision, wondering exactly what you made him, "What have you made me, Angelfish?" Azul looked at you then back at the dish. "Oh its chicken gimbap. There are many ways to make it, but I decided to do it with chicken this time. I pan-fried it instead, so it's healthier and the inside has rice and pickled radish inside, and the wrapping is seaweed paper."

🐙Azul's looked at you like you were the most amazing treasure in the world. He knew you knew about his love for fried chicken, but he didn't indulge in it often, wanting to maintain his figure. Yet, here comes you, making him a simple dish that was both healthy and included his favorite food, he could almost cry. "Are you okay, Azul?" He shook out of his trance, your question bringing him back to reality. "Y-yes. I'm fine. Itadakimasu." His fork stabbed one of the rolls as he held it to his mouth, putting the whole thing his mouth with elegance. His eyes widen, the juiciness of the chicken and the tanginess of the radish was irresistible. He was grabbing another one, and another and another, having finished the dish quickly, letting out a satisfied sigh.

🐙"Subarashii." was the only word he let out, turning to you with a kind smile. "Your cooking is astounding. I would love to try other dishes from you in the future." Reaching his arm out, he pulled you so you were sitting on his lap, his head nuzzling against your shoulder. His sweet gesture made your heart skip a beat, as you nuzzled your head against him. "I could make some new dishes for your business too, if you want. I know how passionate you are about it." Azul chuckled, moving his head to place a soft kiss on your cheek, then turning back to nuzzle your shoulder.

🐙The both of you remained in the position for a while, till a loud knock was heard. "OYYYYY SHRIMPY~ ME AND JADE ARE HUNGRY." Realizing you forgot about the twins, you slowly got up Azul's lap, letting him know that you promised the twins. He was already missing your warmth, but he knew that Floyd was quite insufferable when he was hungry, so he allowed you to go. His eyes watched you as you left, as he tilted his head back with a sigh. This man was so in love with you.

🐙What You Made For Azul + Recipe🐙

Recipe- Chicken Gimbap

🍱🥘🍜To be Continued In Part 2🍜🥘🍱

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angelltheninth · 2 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders Keep You Company Until the Rain Stops

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, tension, kissing, rainy day, stuck in a classroom together, making out, grinding, keeping warm, flirting

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A/N: It's been raining for three days. God, please, I want to see the Sun again!

Riddle complains about it a lot, not the rain itself but the fact that everyone knew it would be raining and yet you forgot your umbrella. When his little rant is finally done he motions you to sit down and takes a seat opposite of you. As long as you're here with him you might as well use it to spend some time together as a couple. Even if its not the most ideal thing he can still give you a few kisses to take your mind off things.

Leona wanted to tease you about getting stuck in the classroom, but then he realized that he doesn't have an umbrella either. He likes the rainy weather because it's perfect for a nap. But with you with him he won't be getting any sleep at all. Oh well, you're stuck together until it dies down, which means he can spend all this time with you on top of his lap, kissing you or unbuttoning your shirt so he can leave hickeys and bite marks on your breasts.

Azul doesn't mind getting wet from the rain but he knows you could catch a cold. He could walk you back and warm you up after but he would rather spend some extra time with you if he has the chance to and doesn't have to think about his duties. Your company is so much better than having to go to his Dorm after class and still not have any peace. So he will gladly keep you company for as long as he needs to, as a matter of fact you could forget your umbrella more often.

Kalim offered to share his umbrella with you because he hates the idea of you getting sick and not being able to see you afterwards. If you would rather stay in the classroom and wait it out then he will stay too, he won't leave you alone. The two of you can spend of that time doing homework, after all if you do it now you can have more free time for your date later. However it's hard for him to focus when you're sitting on his lap the whole time.

Vil starts flirting and accusing you that you just wanted more alone time with him. He applauds your efforts but you could have just asked him for a date, he would gladly go with you anywhere you wanted to go. As you're blushing he tilts your head so he can kiss you and take your mind off the rain outside. You and up sitting on your desk, with your legs wrapped around him, moaning his name, grinding against him urgently, until the rain stops.

Idia refuses to let you go out in this weather, if he did he would feel that it's his fault you got sick. To make sure that doesn't happen he pulls you against him, hugs you, and throws his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm. It might be a bit of an overreaction but he's just trying to look after his girlfriend's health. Cuddling is simply the best way to keep you warm, yes he could just use his powers, but this a lot more enjoyable for you both.

Malleus is annoyed that it started raining just as class ended and he didn't even bother to check the weather for that day. And apparently neither did you, but that could have something to do with you spending your whole night with him. So in a way this is his fault, therefore he agrees that you can keep each other company for a while. The rain will stop eventually, until then he is more than happy to spend his time making you gasp his name when no one can hear.

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silverryuan · 8 months ago

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TWST with an Ubuyashiki Child reader (Part 2)

Crowley: "Welcome to Night Raven College, child!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... Night Raven College?"

Crowley: "Yes, yes. Now come with me, we must hurry back to the ceremony. Everyone is waiting for you-."

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "I do not understand. May you please elaborate more, sir?"

Crowley: "Oh? Very well then. I shall elaborate more, for I am gracious! ... Ahem!"

• Crowley cleared his throat as you walked alongside him to reach the ceremony.

Crowley: "You, dear prodigy, are enrolled into this school to learn about magic."

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "...Magic?"

Crowley: "Yes. Those who are selected by the Ebony Carriage are fortunate to enroll here! Young mages such as yourself are to be trained and taught how to hone your magical skills to full mastery! The Dark Mirror orients you to a dormitory specialized in each category for your type of magic!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... What is the Ebony Carriage?"

Crowley: "The Ebony Carriage is the horse drawn carriage that escorted you here."

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... I do not remember a carriage. Why did it bring me here despite me not possessing any magic?"

Crowley: "No magic? That's absurd! You don't have to be nervous on an important occasion such as this. I am sure you'll do just fine!"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "But I--"

Crowley: "Ah! We have arrived!"

• Crowley was quick to interrupt you now that you've reached your destination. You hear voices behind two doors. You peeked through the tiny gap of the doors as the headmage tightened Grim's restraints and see hooded figures and a floating... Piece of metal?

??????: "Now where could the headmage be?"

?????: "Think he had a stomachache?"

????: "Ditched us maybe?"

??????: "Yawn... This is tiring. Can't this stupid ceremony go any faster?"

???: "Ugh... You always say that."

Crowley: "NOT AT ALL!! I've found the last one and brought them back!"

• Crowley slammed through the doors, startling a few students. He then pushed you toward an old and intricately designed mirror. Instead of seeing your reflection, a scowling face appeared in the mirror's surface. You stared at the face, and it stares back.

Dark Mirror: "State thy name."

Crowley: "Ahem! Go on, take off your hood and say your full name."

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "...And if I won't?"

Crowley: "Then this ceremony will go on much longer. You wouldn't want to keep everybody waiting now, would you?"

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "....."

• The silence dragged longer and the students in room began groaning, yawning, and complaining.

Random Student A: "..Ughh! I can't take this anymore 😮‍💨!"

Random Student B: "I'm so sleepy 🥱..."

Random Student C: "At this point, we'll be behind schedule for the entrance exam 😓..."

Random Student D: "What entrance exam 😒?"

Random Student C: "The NRC entrance exam? I heard that you'll need to pass it after orientation 🤨?"

Random Student D: "There is no entrance exam, you bum 🙄."

Random Student C: "Wait, seriously?! I just wasted my time studying then 😨?!"

Random Student A: "JUST SAY YOUR DAMN NAME ALREADY 😡!"

Random Student E: "Yeah! We haven't got all night 🤬!"

Crowley: "Quiet down, students, quiet down!"

?????: "Oh no... Are they scared? Nervous?"

????: "I am so glad I'm not this normie lol."

??????: "What in the Great Sevens is taking so long?"

• The crowd of students started yelling while you're just standing there... What would father do? What would mother do? What would your siblings do? What would they do in this situation?

• .........What would you do?

• Although your expressionless face never faltered, your hands hesitantly lifted the hood of your robe, revealing your youthful appearance and void of emotion eyes. Although your mind is panicked with a thousand worries, you say your name in a calm manner.

Ubuyashiki! Reader: "... Ubuyashiki! Reader..."

• The hooded students whispered among themselves, mostly regarding the fact that you are a child.

Random Student C: "Woah... Is that a child 😧?"

Random Student D: "Oh no, it's a dwarf. Yeah, of course it's a child, duh 🙄."

Random Student A: "Oh shit. I just yelled at a kid 😨."

Random Student E: "We're totally gonna get an earful from the headmage after this... Do you think he heard me 😰?"

Random Student B: "Ch-chill, guys. Just chill out, it's just a kid 🫢..."

?????: "Wow! They look so young, you guys!"

???: "We can see that, Kalim."

????: "Great. Another pompous shortstack."

????: "Oh? And what magic does this child possess to be enrolled here?"

????: "Never thought I'd live to see the day where Azul plots to scam a kid."

Azul: "How preposterous, Idia. I would never do that! And I'd never scam anyone, mind you!"

Idia: "Yeah, yeah. Whatevs."

• The mirror was surprised and looked at you intensely. After a few seconds the mirror said...

Dark Mirror: "Thy soul is....... Empty."

Crowd of Students and Crowley: "WHAT?!"

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blueblossomrose · 2 months ago

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This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, fem!afab!mc, fluffy, too much fluffy, twst boys with teenage children. And questionable humor, of course. My trademark.

Notes: So, my country is in summer and here in Brazil summer is naturally hot since it's ahem, tropical country, but this year summer has been ABSOLUTE HELL abnormally hot so I need something to keep from going crazy. Preferably air conditioning on 24 hours, but since I don't have that option, I'm going to turn my frustration into fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Summer Season

The Queendom of Roses had never faced such an intense heat wave. Soon its residents were euphoric, especially certain not-so-eccentric families.

It was frankly absurd. People were already waking up exhausted, walking through the streets like zombies, the heat coming directly from the sun almost like it's melting their brains.

Everything was so hot that it was torture to be outside during the middle of the day.

It got to the point that the air conditioning in Riddle's office simply broke down. He spent the whole day attending to restless children and stressed mothers, amidst sweaty papers and a weak fan that only threw hot air from one side to the other. When he finally got home, sweaty and breathing heavily, his patience was already exhausted.

In this situation, it was absolutely unthinkable to stay home listening to his children complaining about the heat all day. [Name]'s suggestion, said with a carefree smile while fanning her face with a magazine, was that they go to the beach.

Riddle, of course, initially refused. The thought of sand sticking to his skin and the sun that would burn until his whole body was red made him even more exhausted.

But after the insistence of the two of them —his wife and daughter — he had to sigh and give in.

Now, there he was, sitting under a red-and-white striped umbrella, a wide-brimmed hat protecting his fair skin. His blue-gray eyes narrowed as he watched Violete, who was trying to sneak away to the water.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Riddle asked, his voice firm but not exactly stern.

“Uhhh… swimming?” the girl replied, as if it were obvious.

“I told you about that. Not without putting on sunscreen,” Riddle said flatly, pointing to the bottle in the bag next to him. The girl rolled her eyes and grumbled, but eventually reluctantly went back to her mother to apply sunscreen.

Meanwhile, Alex was sitting quietly under the umbrella next to [Name]. He shared the chair with his mother, who laughed softly at Violete's complaints. Alex seemed oblivious to everything, completely immersed in a game on his old blue Gameboy.

Riddle, from time to time, gave his son critical looks. It's not like he hated Alex's appreciation for video games, but God, did he have to have his face buried in that all day?

Alex had been like this since he was 9, when he got his Gameboy, gift from his mother. Now, at 14, he kept the same device, only changing the case from time to time, as if it were a way to personalize his digital adventure companion.

Violete, at sixteen, It was both what you expected and what you didn't expect from a teenager. Energetic and full of life, with a sarcastic and rebellious streak, her excitement was almost contagious. She had her own hobbies which involved video games with her brother as much as books and cricket. She had already jumped into the water as soon as the sunscreen ritual was over.

The short red strands, which she often curled, were now back to their natural state, flowing straight as they got wet. She was swimming happily, challenging small waves, when she noticed a group of people not far away. Two instructors were helping some tourists climb onto a large board, probably part of those leisure programs offered at the beach – canoeing, stand-up paddleboarding, something like that.

Violete swam closer and watched for a moment, until an idea popped into her head. Turning back to the sand, she raised her voice and called: “Dad!”

Riddle, who was finally starting to relax in his chair, looked up suspiciously. “What now?”

“Let’s get on the board together! It’ll be fun!” she shouted.

“Violete, I’m not getting on that board with you,” he replied immediately, with a seriousness that made Alex let out a small muffled laugh on the other side. [Name], next to him, just raised her eyebrows with a look of “let’s see how long you can resist.”

However, Violete was persistent, and his daughter’s insistent expression – the one she clearly inherited from her mother – eventually won out. A few minutes later, Riddle was in the water, visibly uncomfortable as he was guided to the board by a patient instructor and an overly excited daughter.

"This is a bad idea, Violete," he muttered, already feeling regret setting in as he put on a life jacket. "I'm a doctor, I know exactly how many ways this can go wrong."

"Dad, you need to relax!" Violete replied, smiling as she helped him onto the board, where she was already balanced with impressive ease. "It's going to be fun, trust me!"

But before Riddle could argue, the board swayed dangerously, and he grabbed onto his daughter with a suddenness she hadn't expected. "Violette!" he exclaimed, desperately trying to steady himself.

"Dad, you're pulling me under!" she protested, as she tried to steady them both. Riddle, for his part, was focused on not falling into the water, which seemed increasingly inevitable.

He looked back, seeing [Name] on the sand, waving at them with an amused smile. Alex didn't even look – the sound of the Gameboy buttons continued, indifferent to the family chaos that was happening in the sea.

The minutes when Violette guided the board towards the waves were the moments when Riddle despaired the most, although they managed to at least catch a good wave, even though they were completely unbalanced.

Finally, after a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the inevitable happened. The board rocked to one side, then the other, and they both fell into the water with a big splash.

When he emerged, wet and irritated, but also, to his surprise, smiling, Riddle heard Violete's crystal-clear laugh.

"See, Dad? It was fun, wasn't it?!" her hands hit the water splashing more water on him.

"Ugh, stop!" even while complaining, Riddle was smiling, sometimes returning the splashes of water on his daughter.

"Huh? Where are dad and Vi?" Alex questioned as he lifted his head, [Name] laughed and pointed, just long enough for Alex to see his dad and sister catch a wave together before falling into the water again. Riddle was almost as desperate as you could imagine while Violete was in front on the board with the biggest smile in the world. A frankly hilarious frame.

The blazing midday sun seemed even more intense that unusual summer in the Queendom of Roses. The oppressive heat made even going out for simple activities like shopping at the Clover bakery a challenge. Still, the frozen treats that Trey made had become a sensation. Artisanal ice cream, fresh fruit pies, and refreshing drinks were flying off the shelves.

One afternoon, sitting at the small oak table in the back of the bakery, Trey rubbed his sweaty forehead as he watched his children play. Tim and Thomas were more interested in hanging out by the fan, while Rose ran around with seemingly inexhaustible energy despite the heat. He glanced over at [Name], who was waving a makeshift paper fan and mumbling something about how hot it's outside. It was then that an idea struck him.

How about take a trip to the falls?

A cool, peaceful place, and the perfect local to cool off.

Rose, being the youngest, immediately jumped up and down with excitement, Tim and Thomas, on the other hand, teenagers already at an age where they'd rather stay home with their phones or their own hobbies, didn't seem so excited. But family trip is mandatory, after all. It was an agreement they made with their parents.

Trey and [Name] arrived at the trailhead with their children, each carrying light backpacks filled with towels, snacks, and bottles of water. Rose bounced excitedly ahead, her small backpack bouncing as she droned on and on about how the waterfalls would be.

Tim, the oldest, trailed slowly, already sweating in the heat, his expression clearly reflecting his displeasure with the hike. “Why couldn’t we just buy ice cream and stay home with the fan on?” he muttered, earning an amused look from Trey.

Thomas, on the other hand, was somewhere in between, half-interested in the hike but clearly dead tired. He walked with his hands in his pockets, backpack and bag on the shoulder.

After a while, the trail opened up to reveal the waterfall. The view was spectacular: crystal clear water cascaded down, creating a refreshing mist that immediately took the edge off the heat. The surrounding vegetation was dense, with bright green leaves and colorful wildflowers that looked even more vivid in the sun.

Rose ran towards the shore, stopping only when Trey called her, asking her to wait while he and [Name] found a good spot for the towel. Tim, sighing, threw himself into the shade of a large rock, lying down like a sack of potatoes. “Wake me up when we leave,” he muttered, eliciting a laugh from [Name].

Thomas, however, took advantage of the distraction. He grabbed a handful of cold water and silently approached Rose. “Hey, Rose, look up!” he shouted, pointing to the top of the waterfall. When his sister looked up, he splashed her with ice-cold water, making her squeal.

“Thomas!” she protested, but she was already splashing him back, starting a water fight that soon involved Trey trying to calm them both down so that they wouldn't fall and hurt themselves on the rocks.

Meanwhile, [Name] was standing next to Tim, offering him a bottle of cool water. "You know you're going to want to get in the water soon," she said.

Tim opened a lazy eye. "Only if someone carries me there."

After a while, Tim gave in to the heat and joined his brothers in the water. Trey and [Name] watched, relaxing on the towel on the floor. Thomas and Rose were now trying to build a "dam" with rocks and branches, while Tim stood nearby, pretending not to care but discreetly helping them find the right branches.

As the time has passed, Trey stood up, adjusting his glasses and getting everyone's attention. "Time for a snack!" he announced, grabbing a small cooler with fruit, sandwiches, and some homemade pastries from the bakery.

Rose was the first to run, still dripping watee, while Thomas and Tim followed her. Like three Gremlins, they sat down and ate despite shivering from the cold from the thermal shock of the ice-cold water on the hot climate.

The end of the afternoon was spent peacefully, with the family resting and enjoying the relaxing sound of the waterfall. When they finally started to pack up their things, Rose complained that she wanted to stay a little longer, but Trey promised that they could return soon, eliciting a smile from her. The walk back was less lively – tiredness had finally taken over the trio, mainly Rose who was the central animation. Trey, with a soft smile, carried her backpack along with his, while [Name] chuckled softly at the funny observations her tired daughter even so made about every detail of the trail.

The hot season brought with it an unexpected relief from Cater’s hectic schedule. The scorching sun made everyone crave a break, and for him, that meant finishing work early and finding something more exciting to do with his family. After all, there was nothing worse than a interview in the sweltering heat, with people feeling sweaty and uncomfortable.

With an excited smile, Cater dragged his wife [Name] and children, Astrid and Rory, to a nature reserve by the sea. The place was perfect for disconnecting from the world. It offered ample space to swim and even snorkel with some of the sea creatures, creating a relaxing atmosphere full of photo opportunities that he loved to capture.

Astrid quickly raised her hand, as if she had asked an important question. “Can I swim with the sharks?” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, her light orange hair lightly blowing in her face as she looked anxiously at her parents.

“Why on earth would you want to swim with sharks?” Rory replied.

[Name] couldn’t help but laugh, trying to lighten the situation. “I’m glad you want to go on an adventure, dear, but I think it would be better to start with something lighter, don’t you think?” she looked at Astrid with a calm smile.

Astrid grimaced, not completely convinced, crossing her arms and looking at her parents as if she were going to continue the argument. But before she could complain any further, a hand appeared underneath her, lifting her off the ground with ease. Cater placed her on his back, with Astrid laughing and squealing with excitement.

"Hey, hey! No arguing, let's just enjoy the moment, how about seeing the manta rays?" Cater suggested. "They like getting close to humans, and they're super harmless. It'll be really cool."

Astrid, with her face already lit up with a wide smile, put the grimace aside, agreeing with her father. She was excited about the idea, even more than with the sharks. Rory, still suspicious, looked at his sister and then at his parents, with a slight sigh. He couldn't deny that their enthusiasm was contagious.

And so the family began their walk to the water sports area, with the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the summer heat enveloping them all. Cater was happy to be sharing this moment with his wife and children, finally having some time to relax and enjoy life outside the chaos of journalistic work. Over the years, he has learned to appreciate life off-screen more.

To escape the hell that was the city that day, Ace decided that the best solution would be to take his family to a nearby river. Nothing too elaborate, but at least there they could cool off without having to spend a fortune on cold drinks or abuse his magic with cooling spells, which were a luxury that he, as someone from the ministry's accounting department, was not willing to abuse.

For a while, everything went peacefully. [Name] took off her shoes and dipped her feet in the water, relaxing as she watched her children venture further ahead. Lilian had already tied her orange-red hair into a ponytail, while Jasper stood with his arms crossed, evaluating whether it was worth getting in the water or if it would be more fun to tease his sister. Ace, on the other hand, already had his feet submerged and was throwing some water up, enjoying the coolness.

It was then that, out of nowhere, the tranquility was broken.

“So, Dad,” Lilian began, crossing her arms and giving him an inquisitive look, “How many girlfriends did you have before Mom?”

Ace blinked in confusion as he finished stretching in the water. “What? Where did that question come from?”

"You had a girlfriend before mom. And you didn't think to tell us, huh?"

Ace glanced sideways at [Name], who just chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

“What have you been telling them?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Me? Nothing!” [Name] replied with an innocent smile. “But your brother loves to tell stories.”

Ace groaned softly. His brother... he should have known.

"Lili, I didn't even know your mother when I broke up with this girlfriend!" he tried to argue to see if his daughter would change the subject.

But Lilian quickly dodged him and kept her accusatory expression. "Even so!" she insisted, now going closer to her mother, as if seeking reinforcement. "Uncle said you were a jerk to mom in the beginning! And what about the other girl?! You were nice to her?!"

Ace ran his hand over his face in disbelief. He had faced powerful adverse situations, being a troublemaker at school… but nothing compared to the fury of a teenage daughter determined to seek justice for her mother.

"Is this an interrogation?" he asked, raising his hands in surrender.

"It depends on your answer," Lilian replied with a frown.

"Look, I wasn't the easiest guy to deal with back then," Ace admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "But I wasn't that bad either, okay?"

"What does that mean?!" Lilian insisted.

Ace sighed. "You know what? I'll ask your uncle what else he's been telling you. I mean, I should be enjoying the water, not defending my reputation from sixteen years ago!"

"Maybe if you hadn't been such a jerk, you wouldn't have to defend yourself now," Jasper scoffed.

"Are you two going to go swimming or keep tormenting me?"

Lilian and Jasper exchanged glances and, without warning, threw water at their father at the same time, this one who gasped offendedly.

"Sweetie, don't be so hard on your father," [Name] intervened, placing her hand gently on Lilian's hair, who was still pouting. "He wasn't perfect, but he learned a lot. And he certainly wasn't the only one who made mistakes." she chuckled, stroking her daughter's hair. "Although he really deserves some of the karma, I'd say."

"Oh, for the love of—!" Ace exclaimed, feigning indignation, while Jasper, on the other side, burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the situation. Ace an his wet hands over his face, as if that could alleviate the embarrassment. "This is absurd! Look here, I wasn't that horrible! What are you three trying to do to me, huh? A public lynching? Lili, I promise you, the only woman I've ever truly loved was your mother. No other woman has ever made me feel like she did, you little brat."

Lilian was still frowning. "Really?" she asked, a little suspicious.

"More than serious," he replied, with that carefree expression he always used when he tried to seem convincing. "And do you know what happens to those who don't believe in their dads?"

Before Lilian could react, Ace grabbed her by the waist, in a quick and agile movement, dragging her straight into the water.

She let out a high-pitched scream, taking everyone by surprise. "DAD!" she shouted, between laughter and protests, as she tried to free herself.

Water splashed around, and Lilian, now soaking wet, laughed loudly as she struggled to escape her father's embrace, but Ace, laughing along, held her tight. "Do you doubt me? Do you really think I don't love your mother?"

"I never said that!" Lilian replied, laughing and trying to balance herself. "But that doesn't justify throwing me in the water!"

Ace chuckled once more, releasing her and raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, little brat. Just don't question my love for you too."

The unbearable heat that had never been seen before in Queendom of Roses was demanding drastic measures from Deuce. He even thought about taking his family to a place like a beach or a river, but when he got home, he found an unexpected scene in the backyard.

The sound of children's laughter and water jets echoed in the hot air. His children and his wife were completely absorbed in the refreshing game with the garden hose. Matthew, in colorful shorts, held the hose tightly, laughing loudly as he shot jets of water in the direction of his mother and brother. Raphael, smaller and more agile, tried to escape by running clumsily, but was hit full on in the chest, making him let out a shrill laugh. [Name] was also soaked, her white blouse now stuck to her body due to the water, and strands of hair stuck to her face as she laughed, trying to shield herself behind her youngest son.

The scene are completely chaotic.

"Hey!" Deuce's voice broke the moment, firm and unexpected. His serious expression made Matthew's eyes widen and lowered the hose, "What are you doing getting your mother and brother wet like that, Matthew?" Deuce asked, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, Dad, we were just-" Matthew started to justify himself, but was interrupted by Deuce snatched the hose from his hands and held it tightly.

A mischievous glint crossed his determined gaze, the same look he used to have in their old delinquent phase. "It has to be this way!" He turned the hose directly on Matthew and Raphael, blasting them with a jet of water strong enough to make them scream and laugh at the same time.

Matthew tried to run away, but Deuce was spot on—he aimed right at the boy’s back, making him squirm in surprise. Raphael, laughing nervously, tried to hide behind his mother, but Deuce quickly changed his target, and soon a cold jet hit [Name] as well. “Deuce!” she shouted, laughing as she raised her arms in a futile attempt to defend herself. “It's not fair!”

“Of course it's fair,” he snapped, amused by the general confusion that ensued. The boys joined in, trying to grab the hose from their father, but Deuce was faster and dodged it easily.

[Name] took advantage of a moment of distraction to run to a forgotten bucket in the corner of the garden. Before Deuce knew it, she had filled it and poured the water straight over his head. The shock of the icy water made Deuce hold his breath for a moment.

"Ah, now you've done it," he murmured, a smile breaking across his face before he charged at them, picking [Nome] up, making her squeal as he picked up the hose from the floor. Raphael and Matthew ran to escape, but Deuce was too fast to them. Within seconds, they were all completely soaked, laughing as if the unbearable heat had been forgotten.

Eventually, the garden became a water war zone, if it wasn't already before.

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slientscreamermj · 1 year ago

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Hugging them for the first time pt 2

Heartslabyul Dorm & Savanaclaw {some are short some arent} {Riddle, Trey, Cater, Leona, and Ruggie)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder. {ps y/n is pudgy since thats what i am)

Riddle Rosehearts: HUG!THIS!BOY! (pt2) This boy is hella touch starved (mrs. rosehearts me trey and Che'nya just want to talk with bats) ribble froze up almost as stiff as a tree before he slowly melted into y/ns arms. The warm y/n gave off made him feel safe in her hold. He stayed in her arms for a good minute before slowly backing away from her “thank you for the hug y/n but next time tell me i don't want to accidently collar you in a panic” riddle said straightening his tie y/n nodded before walking off.

Trey clover: Trey gives off the vibes that he doesn’t like to be touched so he’s one of the few y/n would ask before suddenly hugging. Trey was baking some tarts (surprise surprise) when y/n walked “afternoon y/n how are you this evening?” trey asked as he put the tray into the oven “i’m good i just had a quick question to ask you if that’s all right” y/n started as she played with the end of her shirt. Trey looked at her as he whipped his hands off “of course you can! Is someone messing with you?” trey asked in his big brother voice y/n just chuckled slightly before shaking her head no “No big brother” she started with a tease which trey smiled before waiting for her to continue with her question “i wanted to ask if i could hug you. Nothings wrong! I’m just in a hugging mood” y/n said trey was shocked before chuckling “of course!” he said with a smile holding his arms out y/n was shocked for a second before smiling and quickly ran into his arms. He smelled like pastries and his hug was nice and softly tight. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for a hug just make sure i’m not holding anything before the hug though” he said with a smile as he pulled away y/n nodded before running off.

Cater Diamond: To find him just go to his live and there you go he’s sitting in the garden. Once y/n got to cater he just turned off the live and the next thing cater knew someone was hugging him. Cater looked down to see y/n which made him smile brightly before hugging her back “thank you y/n i really needed that” he whispered. Before cater could pull away Y/n took out her phone and smiled as she took a picture of them still hugging. “Here you go. Don’t post it till tomorrow though” y/n said as she sent the picture to him he nodded before walking off. Cater smiled before pulling out his phone and pulling up the picture.

Leona Kingscholar: Bold of you but also hug this lion. He just getting up in botanical garden when he heard y/n coming towards him “ herbivore” he said looking at y/n as she got closer to him, a soon as her arms wrapped around him he grunted, he looked down at her before wrapping one arm over her “how bold of you herbivore to run into the arms of a carnivore. You best be prepared for it all” he voice filled with smugness “bring it lazy bones” y/n said with a smile looking up at him. Leona huffed “maybe later i’m still sleepy” as he let her go and walked away but for the rest of the day leona was in a better mood.

Ruggie Bucchi: Be warned he might try to steal your wallet or food as a joke (95% of the time). Ruggie was just leaving sams shop when y/n suddenly came up to him and hugged him. At first he thought he was getting robbed then relaxed it was y/n “what was that for? I was about to bite you! Warn me next time!” ruggie huffed with a pout y/n just laughed before putting a chocolate donut in his mouth (where did the donut come from? magic). Y/n handed ruggie the donuts before running off ruggie just smiled and shock his head he never refused free food explicitly donuts and explicitly from one of his friends.

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jester-lover · 1 year ago

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I’m sorry if this is a bother or if your requests aren’t open, feel free to ignore this!

I totally loved the Cinderella one shot you did with the first years, could you do one with the same concept but with the dorm heads? (Or if not all of them, Malleus, Azul and Leona) thank you! 💙

Magic Moment

W/ the Dorm Leaders! + PLATONIC! Trein (I had to for this ask, the same as the last one) FIRST YEARS VERS.

this was literally one of my favorite works I've ever done, thank you for this.

CW/ Fem! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness, MR. TREIN BEING A BETTER ADOPTIVE FATHER THAN CROWLEY, I tried to leave the dress details vague, but the general ballgown shape is mentioned, late night walks>>>

As you took a couple of deep breaths and frantically straightened the shining expense of your lush, glimmering ball gown, the echo of music in the ballroom hummed gently. The silken gloves felt lovely against the smooth skin of your freshly manicured fingers. For once in your turbulent school life, you allowed yourself to feel beautiful.

You could hear the happy gnawing sounds made by Grim, who was enjoying a comically large turkey leg. Such a sight would have usually made you laugh if you weren't solely focused on your pounding heartbeat and nauseating nervousness. The sounds of the ballroom music were still picking up as the events of the night were only about to begin.

You felt a warm, fatherly presence by your side, and you turned to see Professor Trein in formal navy-colored robes. His lips curled into a comforting smile as a look of sweet nostalgia filled his eyes.

“I believe the event is about to start; you have absolutely nothing to fear…”

His words trailed off as the other professors called him to join them in the waiting room. The words caught in your throat, but you managed to give him a quick response.

“Thank you, professor!”

Holding your head up a little higher, you gripped onto the delicate fabric of your dress, and a smile enchanted your features as you walked forward towards the grand hall. As you opened up the door and stepped onto the wide golden staircase, you realized that all eyes were on you.

Your dress flowed downward gracefully, as if you were a bird, walking slowly down the steps so as to not ruin your pair of strangely comfortable glass heels.

The beautiful hall was ornately decorated, the sweet-smelling dessert tables were framed with rose petals, and fresh lilies wrapped themselves around the pillars holding up the stained glass ceiling. The elegantly dressed young men in the room seemed to pause in unison as you took small, unsure steps down to the base of the staircase.

With that many eyes on you, peering into your very soul and seeping into any small bit of exposed flesh, the nervousness in your bones returned tenfold.

However, when you saw him standing there, everything was truly magical once again.

Riddle

A sound close to a sigh leaves Riddle’s lips as he takes in the sight of you.

Rushing into the crowd of clamoring boys, he quickly gets to your side and composes himself.

“How indignant, crowding around a young lady as if she doesn’t need personal space! I will have all of your heads for such an offense!”

And he will most likely collar a couple people, but after the ball, after he dances with you, of course!

Despite being taught (rather vigorously) to dance formally, he’s very shy about being so close to you, and in such a public environment too!

Riddle tries his best to give you a nice moment; he knows how stressed out you are on a daily basis, and the experience is beautiful for the both of you.

He wears a burgundy suit with frilly sleeves and an almost delicate collar, complemented by a black tie.

The two of you dance for a brief half hour before leaving for the quietness of the front entrance steps.

The low lighting and gentle nighttime breeze calm Riddle down enough to start a light conversation.

….which proceeds to last the two of you until midnight.

Riddle will walk you home afterwards, like a true gentleman should.

Perhaps a little more red-faced than he intended to be.

“Tonight was so wonderful…maybe we could do something like this again..?”

Leona

A smile forms on Leona’s face the moment he sees you, parting confidently through the crowds of rambunctious teenage boys, he takes your hand gently in his own before pressing a kiss against your gloved wrist.

“Herbivore… I think you owe me a dance for all those times you ruined my sleep…”

Leona’s movements as he pulls you into a dance are sharp and precise, he wants to impress you with his abilities and show you how much better he is than any other suitor who may dare to pursue you.

His head rests on top of yours, taking in the delicate scent of your perfume as he sways you side to side.

As the music continues, he sees you grow a bit tired and steps aside with you, away from the crowd and closer to the windows.

The two of you banter onwards about your personal lives, mostly him telling lighthearted stories about his nephew.

The time slips away so soon, and your gentle mixed laughter soon fills an empty hall, prompting a quick exit.

He walks you home with your arms linked and his blazer over your shoulders, protecting you from the cold nighttime air.

As soon as you reach the steps of Ramshackle, he seems almost hesitant to let you go, the year of joy and tenderness he got with you comes flooding back to him.

“I know I don't usually get all sappy…but I can really see myself building a life with you…”

He kisses you on your forehead and only lets go of your hand as you walk through your front door.

Azul

A sharp gasp escapes from Azul as he speeds towards you, almost tripping against the air as he pushes against the other young men in the room, whispering small apologies to anyone he practically runs over.

Azul blushes when he sees you, but musters up enough courage to take your hand in his.

“In return for your help at the Lounge, I wish to offer you a dance!”

(Let him have this, please; he can’t talk to women.)

His moves while slow dancing are a bit stiff, but the calm atmosphere loosens him up enough to look decent and presentable.

This boy has horrible endurance, and the two of you stop dancing pretty quickly.

Azul steadily moves into the crowd of young men with you on his arm, a pep in his step like never before.

He’s an opportunistic businessman, so this ball of sorts constitutes the perfect networking opportunity for him.

The two of you small talk with a lot of people, spurring rumors about your closeness.

Fairly soon after the event, he decides to walk you back to Ramshackle, where he kisses your hand and bids you goodnight.

“If you have any free time, perhaps we can do something like this again..?”

Kalim

Kalim smiles brightly and rushes forward to you, the crowd parting ways for him, a beaming ray of sunlight basically leaping towards you.

His hands brush against yours as he presses a charming kiss to your gloved fingers, leading you toward the center of the practically vacant dancefloor as the music slows.

“I’ve had dreams about a moment like this!”

Kalim’s style of dancing is more fast-paced and lighthearted, spinning you around and dipping you haphazardly.

Making you laugh is his first priority, and he achieves it pretty quickly.

After dancing, he invites you to eat something alongside him—something quick and sweet, like cake or ice cream.

The two of you talk about your homelands, which mostly consists of him telling you about all the sights you’ll see when he takes you to his.

Kalim won’t realize it's late until you let him know.

Then he’ll walk you home, joking about how carried away the two of you got.

Right before you enter Ramshackle, he’ll press a kiss on your cheek and practically beam if you reciprocate it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe we could get lunch together!”

Vil

The sheer confidence Vil exhibits as he walks towards you is the polar opposite of the general uneasiness he feels inside.

I mean, usually he wouldn't care about the rest of those potatoes, but as he walked down rows of well-dressed boys, it seemed like everyone had ramped up their looks for the night.

Suddenly, he wasn't the brightest star in the sky.

However, when he got to your side and saw the look of awe in your eyes, everything fell into place for him again.

“You look enchanting, I’m glad you’ve been taking my fashion advice seriously.”

Vil dances almost like a bird, moving as if the music is chasing after him.

He’s tough to keep up with on the dance floor; he’s just so speedy, but he holds on to you quite tightly.

Being so close to Vil, he presses his head close to your neck and holds your waist sweetly. His slender hands are firm, guiding you.

You can probably see Rook in your peripheral vision, snapping photos (and maybe tearing up in sheer joy).

Because of his celebrity status, the two of you can’t exactly leave without a massive paparazzi presence.

So you decide to sneak out of a back door, something he considers improper but necessary.

The walk home is quiet but comfortable, and Vil’s hand is intertwined with yours.

When you reach the broken gate to Ramshackle House, he presses a kiss on your temple, leaving a pinkish stain.

“Remember to take off that makeup before bed, Potato. I’ll see you for breakfast this morning.”

Idia

Idia would rather be anywhere but here, but maybe that grand entrance cutscene wasn’t all that bad…

Unlike the other boys, Idia would not go after you first.

Instead, he would go find a place where no one would pester him.

Maybe after dancing quite formally and inflexibly with a boring cast of young men, you get quite socially tired and wander off, looking for a place to be alone for a bit.

That is how you find Idia, sitting on the floor in the empty kitchen section of the venue.

“H-hey! You of all people—you weren’t supposed to find me..”

Tiredly sitting down next to him, your big poofy dress impairing you from comfortably slouching.

You looked like a sad bear, just tired and done.

His face is burning so hard, it's crazy that the fire alarms have not gone off yet.

Idia raises a shaking hand to pat your back gently, placing his tablet on your lap.

“Wanna see the 3D model for my new desk…? I-I don’t know… you seem kinda bored.”

Cue the massive tangent he goes on about how horrible the dance is and how tiresome social interaction is with IRL people.

After some point, you start laughing at how ridiculously exasperated he sounds.

You two sneak out of the back door of the venue soon before the event is over.

Idia walks you home reluctantly, before realizing how cliche such a moment is and lowkey squealing a little into his hands.

He stays outside the doors of Ramshackle but waves you goodbye quickly.

You take the chance and kiss his cheek, prompting him to walk away from you, saying bye again in a slightly lower tone before turning his heel and walking away.

Malleus

It's safe to assume he’s waited for this moment since he’s met you.

Malleus steps towards you, any other person within his eyesight stepping out of it in fear or confusion.

He takes your hands in his and gives you a sweet smile, his towering form almost obscuring you from the peering eyes of the room.

“Might I be selfish this once and have your first dance?”

As the two of you dance, his guiding hand completely envelops yours, his eyes catching any missed steps and correcting you with a nudge in the right direction.

Circling around the marbled flooring, he holds you by your back and dips you by your waist.

It’s a scene straight out of a period piece.

The dimmed lights and moving crowd alert Malleus that the other festivities are starting, but he doesn’t want to waste a second out of your sight.

“Come along, Child of Man, we barely get a moment to ourselves these days…”

Your arm links around his as the two of you leave from the front entrance, evading the eyes of his retainers and sneaking off down the street.

Malleus listens to you ramble on about whatever fuels your curiosity.

Being in a new world must be difficult, and he finds your questions amusing.

When you reach the front door of Ramshackle, his hands find yours, and he pauses for a brief moment, like he’s debating something in his head.

Leaning downward, Malleus’s hair falls against his shoulders as you look up at him. Your lips connect for a brief moment before you walk back into your dorm.

He stands there for a moment, watching you walk in with a sweet smile on his face as he hears the voice of a familiar green-haired retainer yelling out for him.

The cool night air that filters through the cracked windows of Ramshackle House serves to calm you down after a long night of dancing and socializing. You lay on the dusty couch, still clad in your oversized ball gown, sparkling in the dim candlelight.

Grim was asleep beside you, his warm, fluffy fur pressed against your arm, and his gentle purring made your painted eyelids flutter with tiredness.

You thought back to the unforgettable night; spending time with him was a memory to cherish forever.

As you shook your arm to try and remove Grim, you realized he wouldn't budge, succumbing to your fate. You smiled and closed your eyes.

A wonderful ending to a wonderful night.

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your-local-simp-writers · 6 months ago

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Ashes of Affection

Word Count: 1610

Warnings: None

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The crisp autumn air danced with the scent of fallen leaves and the faint hint of caramel apples as Halloween approached Night Raven College. Orange and purple lights twinkled around the campus, casting playful shadows that flickered like ghosts in the fading daylight. Pumpkins adorned doorsteps, their grinning faces glowing in the twilight, creating a festive ambiance that filled the air with excitement.

You made your way toward the Ignihyde dormitory, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending time with Idia. You had both agreed to take a break from studying to enjoy the Halloween festivities, and you couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

As you approached his door, you paused to admire the decorations he had set up. Cobwebs stretched across the corners of the doorframe, and a few mischievous plastic spiders hung from the ceiling, creating an eerie yet charming vibe. The faint sounds of video game battle cries emanated from within, mixing with the occasional giggle from passing students in costume.

With a gentle knock, you pushed the door open, revealing the organized chaos of Idia’s room. Cables snaked across the floor like vines, and various gaming posters adorned the walls, each telling a story of epic adventures and battles fought. The air was filled with the comforting mix of popcorn and the sweet smell of candy.

Idia looked up from his screen, his eyes widening behind his signature blue hair and glasses. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, a hint of surprise coloring his voice. “You came! I mean, not that I expected you not to come. I just thought maybe—” He fumbled over his words, cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he gestured to the mess around him. “Sorry for the mess. I was in the middle of a game.”

You stepped inside, laughing softly. “It’s fine! I love your setup. The decorations are great! It really feels like Halloween in here.” You admired the makeshift haunted house he had built from cardboard boxes, complete with fake bats and a strobe light that flickered eerily.

“Thanks!” Idia said, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “I thought I’d make it a little festive. Halloween is my favorite time of year, even if it’s mostly just me gaming in the dark.” His fingers danced nervously over the controller, the excitement evident in his demeanor.

You settled down on the floor next to him, your heart warm at the sight of his enthusiasm. “What are we playing today?”

Idia’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Oh! It’s this new RPG that just came out! You get to build your character from scratch, and there’s this Halloween-themed event where you can unlock spooky outfits! There are monsters and magic and… oh, you’ll love it!” He shifted in his chair, excitement radiating from him as he leaned closer, eager to share every detail.

As he explained the plot and the intricate world-building, you noticed how his nervousness seemed to fade away, replaced by the confident glow of someone sharing a passion. The way his eyes sparkled made your heart flutter, and you couldn’t help but smile at the passion he displayed.

The hours melted away as you both played, laughter echoing in the room when Idia would dramatically react to in-game events. His animated expressions—eyes widening in shock or his mouth forming an exaggerated ‘O’ of surprise—made it impossible not to feel a connection with him. You found yourself leaning into his shoulder, sharing the comfort of the moment.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the room was illuminated only by the glow of the screen and the occasional flicker of the strobe light, casting soft shadows that danced across Idia’s features. You felt a warmth bloom in your chest, the kind that only grew when you were with him.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting to something more serious. He paused the game, his eyes locking onto yours. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Your heart raced, a mix of curiosity and anxiety bubbling up inside you. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, a hesitant smile creeping onto his face. “Everything I do for you isn’t because I feel obligated. It’s because I love doing it.” He ran a hand through his hair, visibly nervous but determined. “I love spoiling you, making you happy. It makes me feel good, knowing that I can make you smile, or laugh, or turn your frown upside down.”

You could feel the sincerity in his words, your heart swelling as he continued. “I want to give you the world, sweetheart. I want to show you way more than that, but the world is all I got. All I can offer.”

His vulnerability was captivating, and you felt a mix of admiration and affection. “Idia, I…” you started, but he interrupted you, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“I don’t know how to kiss, but let me kiss you, and I’ll do it just right.” There was a raw honesty in his expression, and the earnestness behind his words made your heart flutter even faster.

You cupped his cheek gently, feeling the warmth radiate from him. The world around you faded into a soft blur as you stared into his eyes, which reflected a mixture of excitement and fear. “You’ll figure it out,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Just trust your instincts.”

With that encouragement, Idia leaned in, hesitantly closing the distance. Your breaths mingled, the moment stretching out like a melody before you both finally met in a soft kiss. It was gentle at first, almost like a question, but it quickly deepened as he found his rhythm. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the warmth of his emotions wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

When you finally pulled away, both breathless and wide-eyed, you couldn’t help but laugh. “That was… amazing!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushed with happiness.

“Really?” Idia’s voice was filled with disbelief, his cheeks matching the hue of a sunset. “I mean, I didn’t mess it up completely, right?”

“Not at all!” You grinned, feeling buoyant. “You kissed me like a pro!”

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned closer. “Just imagining a love life with you makes me sick,” you teased, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you both. “In the best way possible, of course.”

His expression shifted from surprise to pure delight, a genuine smile breaking through his typical shyness. “Sick? In a good way?”

“Exactly! I’m just saying that being with you feels like a wild adventure, and I’m all in for that!” You leaned back, your heart feeling light as a feather.

“Then let’s be adventurers together,” he said, his voice low but filled with resolve. “My love, I would burn down the world if it meant I could be in your arms. And I would spend the rest of my life with you rising above the ashes…”

The sincerity in his voice sent shivers down your spine. You knew in that moment that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

As the night wore on, the two of you shared stories and dreams, laughing and teasing each other. The connection between you felt electric, alive with possibilities. You nestled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he resumed the game.

“Do you think you’ll ever get tired of me?” he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his tone.

“Not in a million years,” you replied, your voice soft yet firm. “You’re stuck with me, Idia. I like your quirks. I love the way you can get so passionate about things that light you up.”

He turned to look at you, his expression softening. “I’m really glad you think that. I never thought I’d find someone who understands me like you do.”

The vulnerability between you deepened, wrapping you both in a cocoon of intimacy that felt like home. You stayed up late into the night, sharing hopes and dreams, the world outside fading away as you lost yourselves in each other’s laughter and warmth.

As the evening came to a close, you stood at the door, feeling a mix of reluctance and anticipation. Idia followed you, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets as he shuffled beside you.

“Same time tomorrow?” you asked, glancing up at him, your heart fluttering at the thought of another day spent together.

“Of course!” he replied, a wide grin breaking across his face. “I’ll have something special planned for you.”

“Now I’m intrigued,” you teased, leaning closer as you reached for the doorknob.

Idia’s expression turned serious again, and he stepped forward, grabbing your hand before you could open the door. “Y/N, I mean it. You make me want to be better. You inspire me.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you squeezed his hand gently. “You’re already amazing, Idia. Just be yourself. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

With a final smile exchanged, you stepped out into the cool night air, the stars twinkling above you like a promise. As you walked away, the distant sounds of laughter and the crackling of bonfires filled the air, reminding you that the Halloween festivities were just beginning.

You glanced back at the Ignihyde dormitory, the warmth of Idia's confession lingering in your heart like the glow of the pumpkins outside. Halloween had become a night of magic for you, one filled with the spark of new beginnings and the promise of love growing amidst the flickering lights.

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 2 years ago

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Started thinking how do they measure its strength and then came up with this

Vil: Whoever makes the strongest poison becomes housewarden of Pomefiore, we don't believe in silly little fights over here.

Nuclear Physicist Yuu: .....no thank you

#vil x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x male reader #twst x female reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #vil x male reader #vil x female reader

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shiratamahatsumiyo · 4 months ago

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Twst with Nicole Watterson! Yuu

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Corporate Slavery

Nicole Watterson is a character from the cartoon, The Amazing World of Gumball. She is the wife of Richard and the mother of Gumball, Darwin, and Anais. She is an overworked office worker and a tired mother who takes care of her chaotic family. She is also feared by her husband and children and even some citizens of Elmore.

I'll be picturing the reader here as slightly older, to the time they're old enough to get married and have a job but still don't have any children yet.

"Sigh... One more week... Just. One. More. Week."

• You sighed heavily as you parked in front of your neighbors' car, arriving late again at night due to working overtime. Fighting the urge to demolish your own car out of frustration was difficult. You long awaited that two day holiday that the company you worked in at least offered to its slaves employees.

"Hopefully Richard-- WOAHH!!!"

{Living Room}

• Not even five seconds after opening the door, you slipped onto something lumpy and moist. You got up to rub your head, that headache that was ringing then is ringing harder now. Looking at your feet it seems that you slipped on... A burger? Now that you looked further there's a trail of them on the floor and their grease is all over the couch.

"What the?!........ RICHAAARD!!!"

• Your husband crawled downstairs with a bloated stomach and stained clothes, you could only guess that he was eating loads of fastfood. His eyes don't dare meet your wrathful glare and only stared at the floor with shame, awaiting your scolding.

"Uhh... Welcome home, honey?"

"Don't welcome home, honey me! What is this?!"

"U-um... Joyful Burger patties?"

• You repeatedly pointed at the amount of junk food lying around to force an explanation from Richard to which the man nervously gave, his sweaty hands fiddled with fear and his voice became smaller compared to your loud one.

"And what did we say about this many food?!"

"I-i can't eat this much a-and... And that it worsens our current financial state?"

"I thought you knew that already! We can't keep living like thi--"

• Cue a tub full of fastfood falling from the ceiling before setting on fire. You inhaled sharply, close your eyes, and massage your temples. You are already too tired to deal with this. If your back wasn't aching right now you would've screamed your head off at Richard.

"......."

"............"

"This... this surely can't get any worse..."

*Knock* *Knock *Knock*

• There's sometimes these moments where you wish that Richard offered a different explanation. At this point desperation can be heard from your voice. Practically in denial that things can get any worse than this.

"Please, please, tell me... this can't be any..."

"Well... I might have... uh... had a fight with the uh...."

"RICHARD WATTERSON! THIS IS THE ELMORE POLICE DEPARTMENT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ASSAULTING AN ESTABLISHMENT WORKER! PLEASE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

• That familiar sound of a megaphone from a certain donut shaped cop is coming right outside of your doorstep accompanied by the sounds of police alarms. The TV flickered abruptly to a news channel displaying an injured Larry.

"...Richard."

"H-h-honey, I can explain...!"

"Good evening, Elmore. This is Elmore News and we interrupt this program for tonight we bring you shocking news. At Joyful Burger at 8:43 PM, a man is seen assaulting an employee with more than fifty sets of joyful meal toys and then proceeded to run from the scene. Witnesses say that the man was visibly upset that the employee did not include the additional discount fries and soda, leading to an argument and eventually an assault."

"..................................."

"..........................................."

"........................................................"

"............... I'm sorry...?"

"RICHARD WATTERSON, STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE! DO NOT RESIST ARREST--"

"ALRIGHT WE GET IT!!!!!!"

• You DID NOT hope that this evening would turn out like this. You wanted a night with enough rest to go back to work in the next three hours but no, instead your husband decided to be manchild. Now he's arrested by the police and is under custody. You still remember him clinging to you before being dragged away by the police, they actually had a hard time trying to pry him off of you but nonetheless succeeded with your help.

• You couldn't ignore or say an excuse to this matter because Larry's injuries were that bad. Turns out this isn't the first time Richard's acted this way, so a few nights in jail was overdue.

• You lie down on your shared bed, the right side of it is cold and empty. You find the lack of weight and warmth unusual and just stared blankly at the ceiling... You are so tired... Maybe calling in sick might not sound so bad. Besides, you have to fix the living room and the bathroom.

• You yawned in what felt like the millionth time and blinked your bloodshot eyes slowly, slowly until they finally close.

• And as you fall asleep, the sounds of hooves clacking can be heard from a distance. A silhouette of a hand reaching out to you appeared in a dream....

".....Fnyagh...! Gotta.... Uniform....... Fast!...."

"Mmnnh.... Huh? Huh? Wh-wha.... Mnnh... Ow!!"

• You wake up feeling a bit too warm... OUCH! Okay, too hot, too hot, too hot! In a panic, you accidentally bumped your head into the flat surface of the coffin- wait, coffin?! What the what?!

• You started to hear a muffled voice outside of the coffin and feel like you're about to get literally cooked. Your drowsiness is replaced by your fight or flight mode and you swiftly kicked the coffin's lid off, jumping out of the coffin to beat whoever the hell thought was a good idea to bury and burn you while you're asleep.

"Fnyagh! How are you awake-- GAH!"

• You grabbed the flaming cat by the neck and interrogate him with threatening eyes. You stopped half sentence after noticing the unfamiliar surroundings you are in. The floating coffins and sudden wardrobe change made you wipe your eyes to check if what you're seeing is real. The cat could do nothing but struggle against your unflinching iron grip.

"Look, I don't have enough sleep or even have enough consciousness to deal with what your problem is... Whyy..... Where in the world am I?"

"Fnyaagh? W-what the heck are ya talkin' abou--fnyahh! L-let go! Let go!"

"I asked you a question first so answer me. Where am I? And who sent you?"

"Fnyagh?! No one orders the Great Grim to do anything! N-now put me down!"

"Who?"

"Me! I'm-ack! I'm the Great Grim! Now lemme go before I roast ya!"

"Sigh... Fine."

• You thought that nothing will be the outcome if you're just going to bicker back and forth with this thing, so you let him go with a warning. Since this looks like hallway you'll just ask a stranger if they know where this place is. You ignoring the flaming cat may not be a good idea as he is now pursuing you in a chase with fire.

• You were puzzled on why there's not a single person that can be seen despite the building being very spacious. So you assumed that you are alone and decided to fight back against Grim without worrying about risks.

"Fnyahahahah! Cornered are ya? You can run but ya can't escape the Great Grim's nose! Now gimme those robes-- MEYOUCH!!!"

"Stop right there, monster! Cease your erratic behavior at once!"

"What the..."

• Like some kind of plot convenience, a man wearing a crow mask restrained the cat with a leash.

"Fnyagh! What's with this rope?! It won't break!"

"This is not just rope, mind you! This is the Lash of Love! You there, beastman! Are you the last student? Quite an impatient one, aren't you?"

• Beastman? Does he mean you? I mean, he did stop this maniacal cat from burning you alive so could he be trusted? Nah, who on earth would trust a man wearing a mask with formal attire and calling people weird names?

"Uhhh....."

"What are you looking around for? Obviously, I'm talking to you!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"Okaaay then. Do you happen to know where I am or what this place is?"

"What do you mean? Do you not remember? My, it seems that the teleportation spell might've jumbled up your brain a bit. But you do who I am, yes?"

"Uh no, I'm sorr- oh wait, you're the... No, no, that guy was in a commercial... Wait, you could be... Nope.... Hmmmm, no, I'm sorry. I really don't know you."

"Oh, is that so? Then allow me to explain in great detail while we head to the Ceremony, I'm sure your familiar will be tame through it. You should train him better."

"Ceremony? Familiar?"

"I ain't this guy's familiar!"

"Yes, yes. That's what they all say when there's trouble. Come! We must make haste, the others are waiting!"

• You walked alongside the strange man as he explains something about you being in a college for young wizards. Grim was not struggling anymore and is now silently listening in.

"You, my dear student, are in Night Raven College! One of the most prestigious educational institutions of Twisted Wonderland dedicated to train young mages with great potential in the magical arts. To help hone and nurture their skills to their greatest potential in hopes of becoming great mages like the Great Seven--"

"Pfft- AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha!"

"Well, I beg your pardon! I do find it quite rude to laugh when someone is speaking."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry- oh my gosh! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I've- ahaha! Oh, I cant-i can't breathe-! You've gotta be kidding me! Ahahaha! Ohh, alright, hah... You can drop the act now, I'm not buying this. Great acting though. Although it could use a bit more naturalness. I can tell that it's pretty much practiced."

• What kind of reaction they were expecting when they spout nonsense at someone? Of course, whoever kidnapped you were expecting you to act confused and panic! But you've faced a lot worse than this and laughed it off. The man is now scowling but coughed into his hand to change the subject. It's like he wants you to play along.

"Practiced?! I am offended! ... Ahem, I didn't think anyone would notice.... This is no laughing matter. For now I will let this slide since we are late for the ceremony. I expect that in the future you would fix your attitude around your seniors during your stay here."

"Ohoh? I'm so sorry for breaking character, Mr... Uh..."

"Breaking in character? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by that... And it's not Mister! It's headmaster Crowley, Dire Crowley. I am the director of this school and you are a student here."

"But I'm not? It's all a mistake. I was just in my house and then the next thing I knew, I woke up inside a coffin-"

"Then that means you are chosen by the Ebony Carriage to be here. You should be glad that you are enrolled."

"What the? Being sent here without my consent is kidnapping! And I didn't even asked to be enrolled here! How am I supposed to be glad knowing that some crazy wizard-wannabe guy in mask put me in a coffin?! And even if I am a student, who the heck would use coffins as a form of transportation?!"

"Oh... um... W-We... uh..."

"Oh nevermind that, let's just go!"

• This man is certainly not helping and you're running out of patience to humor him. You eventually reached a pair of giant doors and opened them, revealing a room full of people with robes the same design as yours. You quickly closed the doors to face Crowley.

"Inhale......... I thought this is a school?"

"I-it is a school."

"Then why does it look like everyone is prepared to summon some demonic entity from the underworld?"

"It's a traditional orientation procedure."

"Exhale..... You know what at this point I don't care anymore."

• You opened the doors with a loud bang causing everyone to flinch and snap their heads to look at you.

"Alright. Sorry to interrupt. Which way is the exit?"

"Hold it right there! What do you think you're doing?"

"I-it's that way..."

"Thank you."

"Al-Asim!"

"Yeah? Wait, was I not supposed to tell?"

"Please stop!"

"At least someone answered what I'd like... To... Hear.....?"

• You head straight toward the exit but stopped at scene before you. It was still nighttime, the sky is still dark and... People are flying on brooms? What? You are in complete disbelief. The headmage just dragged you back to the room.

".... Wha- how- Th-this can't be. I-I'm not dreaming am I?"

"Oh no, this is definitely very real, I assure you. Now please move forward to the Dark Mirror, they will sort you to a dorm. We don't have all night!"

{Night Raven College – Mirror Chamber}

• Are you even in Elmore? If that guy says that everything is real, then how far away are you from home? What about your job? What about your husband?

"State thy name."

"H-huh?"

• You are brought back from your thoughts by a voice in front of you. You yelped when a face appeared in the mirror. You looked at Crowley for directions but all he said is that you must interact with the mirror. Hesitantly, you gave it your name.

"Just say your name!"

"Ugh, this is ridiculous. Can't I have a panic attack in peace? I'm not giving away my name-"

"Talk now, panic later! Just say it already!"

"Sigh, Nicole! Yuu Watterson. There, I said it."

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson..."

• The mirror proceeded to squint at you with disdain evident on its face. For a while the expression prolonged until its eyes widened in shock. You took that as offense.

"Yeah, I know that I'm not much of a looker but let's be honest here, you're not one yourself-"

"Thy soul is empty."

"Wow. Offended much?"

• The crowd of students gasped and whispered among themselves after hearing the mirror's response. The headmaster has become even more dramatic.

"What?! But how?! How can this be?! In all my one hundred years of teaching, the carriage can't possibly escort someone with no magic?!"

"This one's soul is... very much empty. It is struggling to maintain its shape and color. It has strained itself for so long. However... Albeit not possessing magic, they do possess a powerful and otherworldly strength. Like a bright flame igniting once every fleeting moment..."

"I... I don't understand! Otherworldly? Are you saying that this beastman... Is not from Twisted Wonderland?"

"Beastman this, beastman that. What's with your name-calling? I just gave you my name. Start using it."

"A-ahem! My apologies. Let us discuss this later, Watterso--"

"FNYAGH! If that guy doesn't have magic, then take me instead! I have magic to prove it! I'll show ya how strong it is, just watch me!"

"Halt, monster!"

"I ain't just no regular weak monster! I'm the Great Grim!"

"...!.... EVERYONE, GET DOWN!!"

• All of you were so busy chatting that the monster freed itself from its restraints and started blowing fire everywhere. The students shielded themselves before the flames hit thanks to your warning... Well, most of them.

"AAAAHHHH! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!! MY BUTT IS ON FIRE!!!!"

"Why don't you just hunt that thing? Doesn't it look like a nice plump snack?"

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"SOMEBODY CAPTURE THAT MONSTER AT ONCE!"

"I'll capture it, headmage. I'm afraid there's no one here who has the heart to hurt the poor thing."

"Aaand there's classic Azul. Not wasting a single moment to show off and rewards."

"Whoever brought that cat here has broken a rule! Cats are not allowed to attend--"

"GREAT SEVENS, WHY IS NOBODY CAPTURING IT?!"

"UH HELLO? MY BUTT'S STILL ON FIRE! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PUT IT OUT!"

"OH FORGET IT I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!!!"

• Having enough of the creature wreaking havoc, you immediately took the headmaster's cane and lobbed it like a spear toward Grim. It landed on the wall next to the creature, startling him off guard. You then take the Lash of Love and lassoed it around Grim.

"WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS WAITING FOR?! GRAB HIM!!"

"R-right!"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

• A heavy red-gold collar appeared around the cat's neck. It stopped its rampage to focus solely on getting rid of the new restraints.

"F-Fnaygh? Ugh! What's with this collar?! I can't use my magic?!"

"This is no ordinary collar, this my unique magic. It can restrain anyone's magic. Without magic, you are no more than a measly cat until I take it off."

"Hey! The Great Grim ain't a pet! Take it off!"

"Don't worry, I'd never want a pet like you. You have broken a rule and even attacked us. You've brought this upon yourself."

"Splendid job as always, Riddle! That unique magic of yours is quite useful in situations like these... I want it. No, I don't want that to work on me... "

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson! How many times do I have to tell you to properly tame your beast?"

"AND HAVE MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT HE'S NOT MINE?!"

"E-eh? Not yours? I thought-"

"You keep cutting me off before I could say anything! That stupid carriage you talk about took me here by mistake!"

"A-apologies. Students, take him away!"

"Fnyaagh?! OWW! NOOO! Let go! I don't wanna!! Get your hands off me! NOOOO!!! I SWEAR! I'LL BECOME THE GREATEST MAGE!! YOU'LL ALL SEE!!!"

• The headmaster ordered two students to drag Grim out of the room. You kind of feel bad for the little guy but just a tiny bit. As always, no one thanks you for sparing them the trouble. Your efforts instantly forgotten like they weren't in the risk of having their skin scorched.

"Ahem! Now that the problem is settled, students, please proceed to your dormitories accordingly... hmm, I don't see the dorm leader of Diasomnia anywhere? Didn't anyone invite him?"

"He's too unapproachable for me to invite..."

"Invite him? That guy's a total recluse."

• Just like before, the crowd of students begin to erupt with whispers but this time there's a hint of fear in them. Looks like this Diasomnia dorm leader is some kind of big shot. A short man hanging upside down appeared out of thin air and nearly gave you a heart attack.

"Good evening, headmage."

"WAAHH!"

"Great Sevens, Mr. Vanrouge!"

"Ahahahaha! My apologies. I'm afraid to inform you that Malleus Draconia has forgotten to attend the ceremony. I'd like to be the one to lead the new students in his place."

"Is that so? Very well then. Please inform him when there's an important occassion next time."

"I will, headmaster... I hope this doesn't leave him in a sour mood..."

"Nicole! Yuu Watterson, may I have a word with you?"

"After what just happened? Sure."

{Night Raven College – Library}

• After learning that you are not supposed to be student here, Crowley dismissed all the students to focus on escorting you back home using the Dark Mirror, but failed. You followed him to the library to find more information.

"I don't understand. I don't understand at all! Are you certain this Elmore is a place? Are you not lying to me perhaps?"

"Why would I lie right now? I need to get back home!"

"Do you have anything that is from your home? A phone, wallet, or a name on a shoe? Nothing at all?"

"No, I don't think so..."

"Hmmm... this could possibly mean that you could either be from another planet or from another dimension."

"Is this world still Earth?"

"Earth? This is Twisted Wonderland. I don't know this Earth you speak of."

".......... I wish I'm still dreaming."

• You lost how many times you facepalmed yourself because of Crowley, possibly enough to make sure that you're wide awake and not hallucinating due to lack of sleep. In the end, there were no texts in the library leading to your hometown. Luckily, Crowley was gracious to lend you shelter in an unused dormitory.

{Ramshackle Dorm}

"WHAT THE WHAT?! CROWLEY, WHAT THE HECK IS ALL THIS?!"

"U-umm... shelter for you-"

"HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE IN THIS DORM WITHOUT NEEDING SEVERAL TETANUS SHOTS?! ANYONE CAN TELL THAT WITH ONE LOOK AT THIS-THIS DILAPIDATED BUILDING THEY KNOW THAT IT HAS MAGGOTS THRIVING INSIDE ITS WALLS!"

"It's not that bad! It has a certain charm of its own, with a few maintenances that is... although, there are no other residents here considering it is haunted by ghosts but I'm sure you'll survive--"

"HAUNTED?! MY GOSH, NOT ONLY DOES THIS ROTTEN DORM REEK OF MOLD AND PLAGUE, IT'S ALSO HAUNTED BY GHOSTS?! JUST HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE A MINUTE HERE?! CROWLEY?! CROWLEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! I'M TALKING TO YOU--"

"I-I'm going to bring you food now...uh... I think this is what teenagers these days call hangry? I'll be right back, yes, for I am gracious!"

"CROWLEY!!"

• You don't even bother following after him anymore, you decided to wait. Unfortunately, there are not a single clean chair that you can sit on, so you roll up your sleeves and search for cleaning tools. You underestimated how old this dorm is for every step you take, you could feel the floor creak beneath you. Heavy rain started to pour, making the walls moist. The stairs were not in safe circumstances to climb over.

{Ramshackle Dorm – Lounge}

"ACHOO! Fnyaaagh! My ears! Darn rain...!"

• An annoying voice that you wish you aren't familiar with reached your ears after you found cleaning materials. Grim noticed you approaching him and he quickly had his guard up. You don't want to fight him right now, you got some cleaning to do.

"Eek!... Y-y-ya got guts to face the Great Grim like this!"

"You're the one trespassing."

"That doesn't matter! I'm staying here whether ya like it or not!"

"Suit yourself. Pick up this bucket and clean."

"Who do ya think ya are to boss me around?! You do it-- ACK!!"

"IF YOU WANT TO STAY HERE, YOU GOT TO EARN YOUR KEEP. NOW CLEAN OR I'LL KICK YOU OUT."

".... F-f-fnyagh.... Y-yes, I'll do it..."

• The cat shut its mouth after getting humbled by you. Your glare is colder than the downpour outside, your grip on his collar still strong despite being so tired. You continued to stare at him silently.

"...o....o.....oooo..........."

"H-Hey, did you hear th-that...?"

"......Oooooo.....ooooooo........"

"E-eek! G-g-ghosts!"

• Grim started to feel a breeze brushing through the atmosphere, and three white figures circling you both. They are ghosts! If there are ghosts here then this dorm is haunted!

"Fnyagh! There's ghosts in this place! We need to get outta here!"

"Where are you goin'? We just wanna have some fun!"

"Hey beastman, look over here!"

"Hehehe! Yeah, this place became sooo boring. It's been a while since residents-- g-guh!"

• You suddenly dropped Grim and looked at the ghosts with eyes full of rage it looked like the ghosts were looking at Hell. The ghosts stuttered and shivered back in fear, thinking that Hell is where they'll end up if they disturb you any further.

"H-h-hey now... there's no need t-to look so... so..."

"U-um... Y'know what... W-we won't d-disturb you anymore.... We're just g-gonna..."

"L-l-leave!"

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

"WAAAHHH! W-we're sorry! We're s-sorry! W-we're s-so sorry! P-p-please spare us! S-spare us!"

"H-have m-m-mercy!"

"W-we promise t-to never return h-h-here again...!"

• Grim watched as you grabbed the apparitions by their faded tails with no difficulty. He was dumbfounded... he thought you had no magic! Grim looked away when you lift your hand toward one of the ghosts, awaiting the violence, but you stopped when Crowley bursted through the door. The now weeping ghosts were still pleading for mercy like they're chanting.

"I-i hope you're not angry anymore and calmed down! ... Here, I've brought you clothes and din...ner..."

"Fnyagh...."

"Pleasespareuspleasespareuspleasespareuspleasespareusplease..."

"Finally..."

"....... M-Mind telling me what's happening here?"

{Ramshackle Dorm – Bedroom}

• Last night concluded in Crowley calling you a beast tamer and letting Grim stay in order to let you enroll. However, you'll be doing odd jobs for him in exchange for shelter and money. You can only hope that these odd jobs are not difficult to handle like you're old one. But at least you get some rest away from your toxic workplace.

"Wake up, Nicole! Yuu, Grim! Your first day begins now!"

"...ughh?...mnn... Grim, get up..."

"Fnyagh, nooo... I wanna sleep some more..."

"Oh? Then you won't mind me kicking you out."

"Fnyagh! Okay, okay, I'm up! I'm awake!"

• Grim is unexpectedly more tolerable than your husband. Sure he's lazy and needs to be bribed by food to do something but at least he has common sense. But you sort of miss Richard very much.

{Ramshackle Dorm – Entry Hall}

"Henchman! Hurry it up! I want my first stride of becoming a mage look cool!"

"Grim, for the last time, I'm not your henchman."

"Glad to see that you both are excited for today. Before I forget, the library is now accessable to you anytime when you need clues for going home."

"Thank you... Headmage."

"Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you."

"Thank. You. Head. Mage."

"My, you actually called me Headmage for the first time."

"Don't push it."

"Come on! Let's go!"

• You start the day early with a nervous step. Hopefully, the individuals here are not as problematic as the ones in Elmore.... Right?

{NRC Campus – Front Gate}

"Woah~ The campus is so big!"

"Ah, not bad. Not too shabby."

"Welcome to Night Raven College!"

#Twst x reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader #Twst x GN reader #Twisted Wonderland x GN reader #Twst x female reader #Twisted Wonderland x female reader #Twst x beastman reader #Twisted Wonderland x Beastman reader #Twst x tawog #Twst x crossover

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demon-lover-669 · 14 days ago

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Ace and y/n: *watching the show border security*

On the tv

Border officer: is your wife waiting outside for you?

Man under arrest: I dunno

Ace: if I got detained would you wait in the security area for me

Y/n: this is my vacation so fuck no you can get sent back. My passport’s legal

#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x reader #incorrect twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #ace twst

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ideas-scattered-dreams · 1 year ago

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/ / Past that blinds

Fandom: twisted wonderland

AU: GN! General reader + Small malleus x reader.

Warning: alot of occ? its been a long time so yeah. long.

Imagine that....

This wasnt suppose to happen, it was suppose to be another mishap that grim and the Aduce duo made, and fixed easily. Yet why did the past resurrect and the present to future disappear.

"i got this prefect, you are such a worry wart. i have learnt my lesson and this potion will be perfect!" Ace boasted as he began to put random ingredients in the caldron as he mixed it all.

you stared at him with an unsure expression as you frowned. "ace.. i think u should stop. the color looks... weird." ace looked at you as he shrugged. beside you both, was grim and deuce. they were aswell making random ingredients that looked similar to the ingredients on the book they had and hurriedly mixed it all.

"nyehahaha we're petty good at this." grim smirked as he dumped another ingredient in. deuce was mixing it in a minimum pace as he nodded. suddenly the fire lit harsh as deuce was was burnt, making him let go of the handle that hit grim.

grim jumped hastily making the caldron tilt.

noticing the incident. You pulled ace back, grabbing him by the waist and turning around, shielding him from the two caldrons clashing as all hell broke lose.

Professor Crewel yelled amidst in the rising fog that was made by the caldrons. the surrounding students fled, as, duce and grim searched for the both of you in the fog.

"prefect! Ace! where are you!" as the fog began to disappear, both ace and your figure finally seen. Deuce was about to yell out, both but was stopped, when a Gun was pressed onto his forehead, he froze, not daring to utter a word.

You were coldly pressing the gun harshly on deuce's forehead as you held the unconscious ace in your arms. your eyes not holding any warmth nor sympathy, to the one you're holding at gun point.

Professor crewel stood tall as he looked at you, voice holding utmost authority. "pup. i demand you to stop and let those two go." he still hasn't figured out why you had a gun but he knew, something wrong had happened behind the mist.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at the professor, "and who might you be? are you one of those (enemy name)? ha. you'd think i'd follow one foes words." as the professor was about to reject. you dashed forward making him lose his balanced stepping back.

you hit his pressure points making him unconscious. standing in front, you looked at the blue haired boy that was kneeling down, looking at the unconscious professor , he stared at you as you began to walk toward him.

"boy. i do not know why i am here. but i'll make you sure you spit every last information that you know." without another word, you grabbed the shocked boy and lifted him up, putting him ontop of your shoulder.

You walked out of the room as you roamed in the empty hallway, with the directions and half tour from the boy on your shoulder, until you encountered a tall, horned male and his attendants.

A tall man, with horns filled your vision as you stared at the male across the hallway. A shorter male with purple and black hair peeked behind the male that stopped as he chuckled.

"fufufu hey there prefect! and... deuce?" the short male looked perplexed as he stared at the boy on top of your shoulder and your bowed and unmoving form. The clothes you wore... it... reminded him about the battlefield.

"child of man..." the horned male looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. You lifted your head up as you stared into the eyes of the horned male, gaze filled with hostile intent.

the short male extended an arm Infront of the taller male as he looked at you with wariness, the green haired and silver haired males following shortly.

"You.. you have such an intense aura. a terrifying lightning... and you.. the shorter one. i feel a sense of the bloody battle between the world... and two flames beside. " you took a stance. Your free hand reached behind you, holding a gun.

aiming the gun towards the group... and shot.

though before the shot reached its target, the gun was kicked away by the boy on your shoulder using his legs.

"Lilia senpai! Draconia senpai! watch out! the prefect isn't in their right mind right now!" the boy yelled out a warning while trying to wriggle himself fee. but your firm grip was like iron.

Your face turned into a scowl, teeth gritting. "you fool! you all are those damn (enemy name)! impudent bastards!" you suddenly threw deuce at the group, making him fly with great speed.

yelling in surprise, deuce was caught by the green haired boy with a groan, they both collapsed.

"this place is big. i get it. hundreds of glass that could shatter and extraordinary walls, if i cant leave. i'd rather fight until my last breath." You grabbed your gun as you began shooting towards the group.

with fast reflexes, the purple haired male created a barrier using his pen? deflecting all the bullets, continuing until the group shielded themselves behind a wall.

"hiding? how cliche!" before you began your rounds again. you felt a sudden pain behind your neck , knocking the air out of your lungs, the sudden weakness made you kneel as you coughed.

"who-" the one who made you go to your knees was a male with a crow mask. with a companion of a cat on his shoulder and a red head behind.

"prefect. we will have a long talk after this." after his words was spatted out of his mouth, you finally lose consciousness.

After a few hours, you finally regained your conscious back, looking around the room with wariness, you were laid in a... clinic? you noticed you were handcuffed, yet the handcuffs didn't feel like normal ones... well to your observation and intense glaring at the unbreakable thing.

a faint cough was heard beside you, glancing and still glaring... it was the colorful duo and... raccoon, cat, lion, fire whatever animal besides them.

you were about to open your mouth the red hair spoke with irritation and a hint of worry. "the heck is up with you prefect! are you still mad because of the incident? it was... honestly an accident!" the red haired shouted. "and you almost shot us all with that gun of yours! Where did you even get that? especially trying to hurt the others AND draconia senpai?! the horrid!!"

as the red hair kept scolding you, the blue haired one looked at you with a frown, holding the red haired shoulder to stop himself from continuing. "ace... that's enough." the blue hair known now as deuce reasoned as the red hair, ace, finally shut up.

"i don't think that is the prefect anymore." suddenly the very same man that knocked you out, walked in the room, smiling. "that's right spade! that isn't the prefect you know!"

the sudden entrance startled the trio as the masked man walked infront of you. "this one is actually the past! prefect. it seems the potion you four made mixed, made a potion that makes one go back to the past."

he looked at you amused. "and our dear prefect was hit by that simple potion and this happened" you glared at the masked man as you tsked.

"is the potion gonna last long or?"

"it will last for a few hours, luckily the potion wasn't that strong. so worry not!" the trio exhaled with relief.

after the headmaster walked out the room, you remained silent, silently absorbing all the information that came out of his mouth. so it seems this is the... future? and what you are now is... the past. huh... how... infuriating.

did the war ended? did everything finally get resolved? has peace finally been achieved? comrades and those who sacrificed themselves... has...

"prefect?" you lifted your head up, seeing the trio infront of you. "hey. you aren't... you know, the prefect we know now, but it's fine, we'll definitely make you remember! because you're still the prefect we know, just different outfits and personality, but that's all!" ace smirked as the raccoon and deuce nodded behind him.

you felt. touched. touched of idiotic mess. though, it reminded you of your comrades. even though you were from the "past", there was hint of familiarity that you couldn't ignore. so. you let your gut feeling control you.

you simply nodded as the trio smiled.

the trio led you all around campus, the cat not raccoon anymore after alot of arguments was on your shoulder as they ate their tuna can that you bought with a golden coin, that was in your pocket for no reason (i think you have hundreds of tuna cans after but we dont talk about that)

you were silent the whole tour while the trio bickered and gave some small information about the destination, until the four of you encountered the same male that you met and almost shot.

he was towering all four of you as the others silently hid behind your back. "hey hornton" grim casually greeting the male, though it seems that it was unheard of as the male was only focusing on you.

"hey! prefect! you should apologize to him! you did almost shot him a few hours ago." you remained silent as the horned male looked at you like a... kicked puppy? it was a bit... laughable, though, cute.

you approach the male as you awkwardly stood in front of him. was he this tall??? "i'm... im sorry about what happened awhile ago. well i don't think an apology would suffice... how about i invite you for dinner?"

the horned male was silent, but then a small smile appeared and a deep chuckle. "Your invitation is alluring. i shall accept" A sudden nervous beat of your heart and a slight blush at the tip for your ear emerged.

why were you suddenly feeling like this? agh, everything has been weird since you appeared here. you faked a cough and nodded. the trio looked at the both of you with a snicker on their face.

"shouldn't we tell them that... they and draconia senpai are?"

"nahhh let them figure it out. i do wanna see their reaction when the potion wears off."

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severedeerdonut · 2 months ago

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I'm not a Human, I can't be

Twisted Wonderland - FEMALE READER

Summary:

Shere Khans child is forced into a world revolved around the idolisation of villains. Upheaved from her home in the jungle after the death of her father at the hands of the man cub Mowgli, given human form and forced into the throws of human society - she must find a way to survive the trials and tribulations to come.

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angelltheninth · 1 month ago

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Different Kind of Heat

Pairing: Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, heat/rut, blowjob, flirting, biting, power dynamics, begging, omegaverse, alpha!Idia Shroud, omega!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

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A/N: Love Idia and omegaverse, love both in one fic.

The first few hours of your heat has been manageable. The school staff gave you your own room in a special part of the school dorm, specifically for omega's who go into heat. The school can't afford to have a bunch of students popping out babies. That is why even when there was mating, because the staff weren't idiots and knew that their students would seek each other out, they at least wanted those involved to be safe.

You had everything you could need. Enough food and water in the fridge to last you a week, clean clothes in the closet, the softest bed you've slept on in a while, and a variety of toys that you could use to make your heat easier if your fingers weren't enough.

As much as you appreciated all of that none of it was enough. You plunged you fingers deep into your heated cunt, trying to find some, or any form of relief in your current horny state.

The ring of your phone startled you, but not enough to stop pleasuring yourself, especially when you saw that it was Idia who was calling you. He's always very considerate, even offered to spend your heat with you when he found out it was approaching. But you didn't want him to miss out on classes just for that. He told you the same when he was in rut and you respected that.

You did want him here. You wanted him more than anything. His warm body against yours, his fangs on your neck, his hands all over you, exploring, touching, his tongue and mouth licking between your folds right before he gives you his cock and knots you.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice was gruff, a little more strained than usual, almost like he just got over a cold and had a sore throat. You liked how he sounded.

"Mhmm. Sorry, I- It's... starting to get real bad." The sound of his voice, his thoughtful hum right next to your ear only made you reach for a nearby blue dildo and push it in, your pussy taking it all too easily.

"It sounds like it. I only wanted to check up on you. How's my dove doing? Do you need anything?" It was so sweet how thoughtful and concerned he was.

"Your cock." You were way past any need for decency, " Idia I need you to come here and fill me up with your seed." Idia's growl came in through the phone, sending shivers down your spine and into your cunt as you doubled the pace not caring if your moans got too loud.

"Keep talking. Just keep talking love, what else? How do you want me? What do you want me to do to you if I was there? What does my omega want?"

"I want you to claim me. Bite me. Mark my cunt with your cum. Give me every last drop. Mount me and breed me. Make my cunt beg for your cock. Fuck! Idia, please." You throw your head back, dropping the phone and clenching the pillow next to your head as your orgasm crashes over you.

You hear Idia's voice still talking but your heat ridden brain doesn't catch any of it, the sound fading into white noise as you try to catch your breath.

"Go open the door." Those are the words that you recognize clearly first. It gives you pause.

"Huh? The... door?" With a groan you slide the dildo out, letting the slick length fall next to the bed as you raise yourself on your elbows and look at the locked door. You're still dizzy as you move on wobbly legs and slowly unlock your room door.

The scent hits you as soon as it cracks open just a little. Like sulfur and cotton candy, and little bit of smoke. Unmistakably Idia. Unmistakably your mate.

"Surprise love." Idia smirks while still holding the phone as he pushes into the room, his scent wrapping around you, making your brain overload with lust. You almost drop on your knees right there and then, "I know it's not really the protocol but I've spoken to the Headmaster already. The way I see it, if I help you then your heat will be over quicker, and you can go back to class. So let me help my girl out yeah?" His cock was already staring against the zipper as he took off his jacket, quickly followed by the rest of his clothes.

Before he could set his clothes to the side you grabbed his jacket and took a big breath of his scent, "Next time leave this one with me."

Idia smiled and cocked his head to the side, sending comforting pheromones your way, "It's my favorite. But I suppose I wouldn't mind it smelling like you." He would smell like you. He'd be wearing your scent. All the time.

Now you did actually drop to your knees, right in front of his throbbing cock and closed your mouth and hand around it without even a second thought.

"On your knees for me already?" Idia patted the top of your head as you sucked him off, needy and sloppy and wonton, moaning every time your lips touched his swelling knot. "Make sure to get me ready for you."

Oh you will, his cock was already slippery and wet from your spit, making it very easy for you to pump your hand across his throbbing shaft. Idia's hips jerked every so often, a breathless moan falling from his lips as you focused your attention on the red tip of his cock, tapping it with your tongue before closing your mouth around it again.

"Stop." You could tell that the command was as painful for him as it was for you. You pulled away with a needy whine, your eyes cloudy and lips stained with bits of his pre-cum. "Don't worry." He smoothed his hand into your hair, "I just want to come inside of you. Is that alright?"

Your eyebrows shot up at his words, you didn't expect him to be quite so forward. Then again he was currently in the presence of an omega in heat. An omega that wore his mating mark. You tilted your head and watched his mouth drop open a his eyes narrowed in on the base of your neck. "More than alright."

You scrambled towards the bed, your back falling against the soft pillows as you let your legs fall open, giving Idia a full view of your wet pussy, "I see you're ready for me too." He smiled as he stroked his cock, "Condoms?"

Shaking your head you parted your folds with two fingers, "I'm on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you. Every inch."

You watched Idia's eyes darken, his hair flaring up at the tips as he knelt above you and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. He felt so hot. He always ran hot, but this a different kind flame. The kind that threatened to consume you whole. And you'd gladly let it.

He sank in slowly, groaning while being enveloped into your soft heat, "Gods above and below. You're sopping wet darling. I think you might even be able to take my knot on first try." You nod your head eagerly, your hands settling in his shoulders for leverage, "Yeah? Does my omega want to be knotted that bad? I saw that dildo at the foot of the bed you know. It's pretty big. You were getting yourself ready weren't you? Ready for my cock. My knot."

"I was thinking about you." You confess as you breathe his scent in, "I just wanted you here with me. No one else Idia. Only you. Only my alpha."

"I like the sound of that. I'd gladly call myself yours. And after this, after tonight you can wear my mark on full display. I don't care what anyone says. I want them to know who you belong to. I want them to know whose cunt this is." He snaps his hips forward, sinking into you all the way to his knot, "Open up for me baby, take my knot."

His blunt nails scratch your thighs, his mouth snapping as he growls and keeps pushing forward, intent on getting his knot in.

"Whose are you hm? Whose pussy is this? Say it." His mouth closes and sucks on your mating mark. You come again, all over his dick, finally letting his knot slide into you with a loud, satisfying pop.

"Yours. It's all yours alpha. All yours to fuck and use and breed however many times you want." You drag your nails across his back as you sink your teeth into his neck, renewing the mark you previously made. "Prove I'm yours. Mark me with your cum."

Idia throws his head back, his hair now in full flames, teeth clenched so hard you're worried he's about to break them, "Mine. My cunt. My girl. My omega. Mine, mine, all mine!" He chants like a prayer, thrusting one final time before giving you his warm load.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your brain barely registering the sharp pain of Idia's teeth sinking into your neck.

As the aftershocks started to subside you ran your hands over Idia's shoulders, your eyes clear enough to see the renewed mark on his neck, filling you with a sense of pride and love. "Thank you. I needed this."

"What are you thanking me for?" He kissed your mating mark, then your shoulder just as gently as he whispered against your skin, "I'm your mate. I'll always be here for you when you need me. Even if it means failing a test or two."

"E-Excuse me? Failing what?" Your heat wasn't gone but your head was now clear enough for you to be at least a little bit mad at him, "Idia!"

He laughed, "It's alright." He nuzzled his nose against your throat, pressing his chest against your soft breasts, settling on top of you, "Because you're my best study buddy. Which is yet another reason why it'll be good for me to help you with this heat."

You rolled your eyes, a smile on the corner of your mouth, "You're very lucky you're both cute and extremely lovable. Otherwise I don't think I'd put up this."

"Oh?" He quirked a brow at you, "Are you sure that's all you like about me my darling?" He rolled his hips forward, his cock dragging against the front of your wall, right over your most sensitive spot. You barely swallowed down a helpless moan, much to Idia's delight, "I knew it." "You're awful." You smile against his cheek as you give him a quick peck before wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him closer, tucking him next to your head. You're still tied by the knot so it'll be a while before either of you can go again. You're fine with that. You have Idia here, his love, his comfort, his warmth both in and out. That's all you need,

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silverryuan · 2 months ago

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Riddle Rosehearts with a Siren reader from Jibaro

A/N: "It's weird that I don't have writer's block... I actually have a lot of ideas in my head that I really want to write but due to classes I can't seem to find any time for my hobbies anymore."

Warning: Blood Consumption, Slight Angst

The Siren or The Golden Woman is a character from Netflix's animation series, "Love, Death, and The Robots". She's the love interest of the deaf soldier from the Jibaro episode, directed by Alberto Mielgo.

• Your and Riddle's friendship is rather complicated yet it cannot be called a mere acquaintance. Although you don't really talk much you use arm swaying movements to communicate with others, it's almost like some sort of dance or another version of sign language. Rook likes to decipher these actions of yours and Kalim likes to dance with you.

• However, that doesn't mean he tolerates how you let your numb skull friends break the rules in the Heartslabyul dorm. He sometimes wonders if Ace and Deuce became affected by your... tendencies to cause trouble and wreak havoc across the campus. But you only do that as self-defense, as Grim says on your behalf.

• But why in Twisted Wonderland would you randomly scream at people as a defense mechanism? ← Riddle thought as if he doesn't do that himself.

• Riddle never heard you talk but he has heard some rumors associated with your loud screaming. It seems like there's a record of many Savanaclaw beastmen who tried to gang up on you, suddenly did these unusual body movements in reaction to your screaming. As if they're in a trance trying to dance with you but failed miserably.

• The Faculty and Staff were called numerous times to break it up when the students started fighting themselves. When the students snap out of it they don't remember what happened. The only thing they described was hearing beautiful singing, which doesn't make sense...

• Is this your Unique Magic? It's a little similar to Ruggie's Laugh With Me with a mix of Jamil's Snake Whisper, albeit more violent. Because of those incidents, you'd been put into the avoid-at-all-costs pedestal in the student body.

• The first time he interacted with you was in the cafeteria. Back when he was, ahem, overly strict before his Overblot. He did not like how the collared fool named Ace described him and had second thoughts about removing his collar. Before he could scold Ace, you suddenly leaped onto the table and proceeded to stare at him while moving your head from side to side.

• That was also the moment where he first learned how instinctual you can be when you feel threatened. He yelped and backed away from you, not without uttering an excuse about another rule being violated. On that day, he thought that you were the same as Floyd. Weird and eccentric.

• Riddle wanted to collar you at that moment but he remembered that you had no magic, so he didn't. But by the Great Sevens, he was proven wrong. Deadly wrong. He had become one of the victims that had fallen to the extent of the severity your magic can go.

• Him Overblotting was far too unsightly of a dorm leader. He broke too many rules, hurt too many of his dormmates, nearly destroyed his dormitory, unaware that his own mother created a monster like him. He held on to his delusions of following every rule down to every detail of it, thinking it was the best for him. But no...

• He knew that it wasn't. He knew deep down that he was hurting others, his friend Trey, but he denied it because they broke the rules. So he punished them because he was right and that he should teach them not to break another rule.

• But what rule is suitable for this? His demented form? His Overblot rampant for control? Who is even right? What rule should he follow to make the pain stop? His mother didn't teach him this... Was what Trappola said was right?

• The thoughts and memories of his past worsened his condition and only made him more mad. He felt his head pounding too much. The black tears of ink wouldn't stop. He hadn't this felt vulnerable and helpless in a long time. It seems that the time he spent with his mother managed to numb the pain as well as his emotions.

• His vision turned dark as the blot consumed him. He cannot breathe. The monster was slowly killing him. Riddle in turn slowly embraces the void, embracing his final moments.

• Somebody... Anybody... Please... Save... Him.

• ... But it was too late for him.

"Everyone... Run... Ake... Cov....!"

• At least he get to hear Trey's voice one last time. His voice was panicked and muffled by the blot but nonetheless, Riddle wants to hear it.

"Yuu! What... doing...?!.... Dangerous...!!"

• Was that your name? Trey is yelling at you. What were you doing?

"GET BACK!"

• What?

• What was that? What is that sound?

• It's coming closer...!

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• Riddle cradled his head as a piercing shriek breaks the sound barrier, the void around him started falling apart from the shockwaves.

• It sounds awful... Like a thousand banshees shouting and crying inside his head...

• How it painfully reminded him of his mother yelling at him!

• How it sounded like her voice multiplied in every direction surrounding him and started screaming at him...!

• But it stopped. Everything went silent...

• The cries of the damned were replaced by beautiful melodic singing...

• ... It was hypnotizing him.

"Riddle! Snap out of it!"

"Rosehearts! Stop this madness!"

"Riddle, please, can you hear us?"

• Outside from Riddle's caged mind, his Overblot form and monster were in a spiral, desperately fighting back to whatever magic you've casted upon him. The more you screamed, the more Riddle suffered.

• Thank the Sevens Crowley managed to make himself useful and evacuated the rest of the students. Otherwise they'd fall under your magic's attack range too. Trey and Cater made a good call summoning magic shields around themselves before you attacked.

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• Riddle, who is now covered in ink from head to toe, is thrashing and destroying everything that comes near him. His Blot monster kept bashing its head on the ground. You were unfazed by his sudden change of aggressiveness and screamed louder.

• Even if he threw projectiles at you, your shrieks' shockwaves would deflect it with strong gusts of wind. Cracks began to appear on the monster's glass head.

"W-what's happening to him...?"

"He's weakened by Henchman's Unique Magic!"

"Eh?! You mean Siren! Yuu's Unique Magic is enough to make him like this?!"

"Focus, Deuce!"

"R-right, sorry!"

"Time to end this, guys... Split Card!"

"He's almost down. Cover us, Yuu! Doodle Suit!"

"I summon forth... Cauldron!"

"Fnyaaaagh!"

A̷̞̖̤̩̰̭̼̹͇̘͇̫̭̠ͭͤ͑̈͐̽͛͗̂̆͊̾ͥ̄ͪ̑̎̈̆̀͢͡҉͟҉̶̷̷̨̡̛̀͘̕̕͘͟͟͟͞͠͡A̷̍̓̋̂͘͠͝A̷̶̗͍̺̱͎̠͓̙̖̞̱͇̩͈̒͆ͨͬ̎̌͒͑̓̊͒̈̑̇ͪ͂͝ͅ͏̡̧͜͟͟͢͞͠͝҉́̀͠͠A̳̬͉̫̥̤̩̰̺̯͍͉̪͈̭̜̮̣̣ͬͨ̅̈́ͣͬ͌ͦ̚҉̸̵̡̧̧A̲̫̤̫̥̟͚͕̞̦̣̭̦̞͍̣̮͉̺̮͛ͭ̽ͣͬ̓ͧ̀̐̅ͅͅͅA̵̷̶̧̪͇͈̖̖͔̺̙̦͆̇́̆̏̋̓ͥ̍̓͌͆͂͗̄ͪͯ̚҉̡̡͏̸̶̶̛̕͢͡A̵̷̧̡̛̦̭̰̟͇̯̱͙͇̣̖̩̻̞͙̰̪̱̫͔ͮ͂ͧ̉͋̎ͨ̃ͥ͋̈̀́̕͝҉͡҉̴͠҉̸̡̡̡̀͜͡͝A̷͈̭̠̗͍̹̠̙̗͙͕͎͍̘̥̥̜̹͚̺͚̍ͪ̾̎̔̔ͪ̉ͣͣ̾̊͗̇́ͣ̍̆͐͋͟͠ͅͅ҉̶̛́̕͟͟͢͡À͍̹͉̟̞̼̰͈̻̱̞̥̰͊͒̃̈̓́̿͐ͯ̑͑̍͂ͬ̇ͪ̀̆̚͡ͅͅǍ͚̮͈̰̤͍̹̖͚̮̤͉ͥͬ̏̒̈͌̒̅͆͊̌ͥ͒̔ͮ̂́̀͢͟͟͝҉̧̛̕A̦͎̫͊̈́̌̄̅̓ͦ͂ͬ̔̓̅̍̂ͯ̈́ͭ͂̓͝A̶̷̴̷̸̢̧̡̡̨̡̛̗̖̥͉̰̞̫͉̦̮̦̹̗̗̭̒̋̕͘͘͜͜͟͢͢͞͏̶̕͏͏A̛̪͍̗͈̤͔̗̠͉̯̮͍̬̪͓̭͕̱̫̞͍̺̗ͮ̓ͦͪ̄͛̄̎ͮͫ͌̽ͧ̈̓ͧ̽̃̽ͮ̐ͭ̕͜͟͜͠͝ͅͅ҉̶̴̧̨̀͟͜Ȧ̲̟̭̪̺̜̻̞̹̯͕̱͋ͥͤͩͦ͊̀̕͏̧A̢̠̻̠̩̜̥̩͙̺̓ͤ̾̓ͥ̏͛̅̔̉ͥ̾ͭ̌͋ͦͤ̇͐ͭ̆̚Ą̵̵̸̨̛̗͈̜̱̞̞͓̹͓̩̼̪̙̯̹̠̜̩͙̙͕͈͔̮̓ͤ̑̕͢͜͟͞͏̨̡͢͢͢À̶̷̵̴̧̢̛̜̯̩͕̟̟̞͈̒̅̇̀̇̔ͭ̔̄̄͆͑ͥ̂̃̉́͘̕͟͞͞͞ͅ҉̷̨̨̛̀͘͠͞Ȃ̮͈̝͈̩͈͚͙̭̙̪̦̺͚̾͆͆́̃͋͂͆͐͆ͭ̋̓Å̵̷̡̼͖͕̪̱̠͓̼̪̜̕̕͢͏͏̷͝A̜̘̺̭̰̤̱̲ͩ̃̅̀͐͋ͤ͐ͪ̅ͣͬ̌̊̐̽̆̃͒̿͛̿̌̉̀ͫ̉̀̀͘͟͟͢҉̴̸̨͜͠͡À̷̴̸̢̛͚̲͉̠̞̺̭̘̐ͬͥ́͗̏̊̆̾̒̒ͥͭ̽̋̓̑̀̀͘͞͞͝͡Ą̴̷̢̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̟̪͗̓͑̂́́̀̚͘͢͜҉̷̛̀̀͘͜͠͝͡͡A̢̹̥̬̖̘̘͓̥̮͕͋̐͆͌͑͋́ͬ͆ͫͪ̅̔́̊̋͆ͧ̈́ͧ̆ͯ͌̄̆́͟͝ͅ͏͝Ą̸̴̸̧̨̡̫̫̠̳͉͓̦͓̘̯̳͖̣͎̲͕̟̠̔̃̽́ͪ̔ͮ̅ͩ̎̔͂̉̇͒ͬ̏́̀̕͢͟͞͝͞͠ͅÀ̧̡̛̛̩̻̫͚̞̹̱̙̝̩̘̩̟̠̥̐̈́̾͊ͨ͊͢͜͡͏̶̵̷̴̴̵̧̨̨̕͜͢͏́Ȃ͇͉̣͎̇ͬ̾̇ͦͮ͂̈́̾͗̓̍̂̈ͦ͜͡͠҉̷̴̢̢̛͜͡͝҉Ą̶̴̸̨̧̛͉̠̦̤͔͓̯̠͎̩͉͐̄ͭ̎ͮ͊̌̓́̅̎̇ͦ͐̇҉̵̵̨̧͘͘͏̴̴̵̵̡̧Ã̷͚̗̞̗͎͎̳̑̆́̅ͭ̌̑̌̓̈ͯ͌ͤ͗ͭ̀͒͛ͮͮͩ̚͘҉̶̡̡̛̛͘͘͘͟͞҉̴̸̷̷̢̛́͘̕͟͢͡͠Ả̦̞̠̳̱̙̠̺̿̓ͯ͆͂̈̀ͯ͝͏̨̀͘͟͟͟͠͏̴̧̢̨͘͘͘̕͜͜͞͠͡͏̴Ȁ͖̲̩̤͇̞͇͚̞̭͈̤̱̞̖͂̿͒̓ͩ͆̀̾̏ͣ̀̒͂͑̈́̿̿ͪ͐͐̃̆ͮͯ͊ͅ͏̴̛̀́͟A̹̱̩̯͖̳̤̼͍͔̞̬̘̖̥̫͍̦͎̺͕̭̰̤͛ͨ̆ͤ͋̇̄͌̆̽ͥͪ̓̄ͥ̅̒̕ͅ҉A̴̴̶̸̶̶̡̦̣͈̯̤̖̯̣͙̖̪̫͕͕̲̼͍͍̪͎̲̩͜͟͝ͅ͏́Ā̶̸̵̸̢̛̬͇̫̺̜̖̫͉̫̟̹̳̥̪ͫͭ̓ͤ͑̎͐̐͆͆̇͌͊͊̽̄̏͗́̂͘͢͢͢͜͟͠͝͞҉̴̛͏̵̸̧́͘A̸̛͕̭̫̜̳̲͍͈̪͍̫͓̞͓̠͈ͦ͊͐̽͆͊̿̍̽ͥͮ̈́ͬ̈ͯ̈́̎͑͒ͫ̀̅̅͝ͅĄ̴̴̵̴̡̦̪͕̭͕͚͚̝͉̝̻̙͓̤͚̩̫̯̥̞͔̗̑̽͑́̔̂͌̓̽ͤ̀̈ͨ̈́̔̉͋̏̍ͫ̈́̆ͭ͆̎́͢͠͠҉̷̷̧҉̀Ă͖̥̘̺͖̭͙̗̗̰͔̹̱͚͓̣̺̥̳͇͍̏̐̈ͥ̀ͤ͂̎ͨ̀̓̆̌͠͏͘͟͡҉͏͏̴̶̡͠͏̧̧̛́̀͘͟͞͞͡͠͠҉A̛̛͖͙̠̭̼̟̱̘̤̬͙̦͓͉̖͉ͫ̀̐̈́̍̒͒ͣͮ̌ͨͨ̒͗̽̋ͧͯͤ̚̚̚͘͜͜͟͡͝ͅͅA̷̛̘̰͍͉͔̥̹͚͖̮͇̦̻̪͚̪̮̗͚̳̮̫͚̜͌̈͗ͭ̎̅ͨͫ̆ͯͦͦ̿̈́̈́ͩ͊̐ͮ̆ͩ͑ͨA̵͈̼͇̠̩̤̱̮̳̠̝͕͛ͧͩ̃̅̈̍̾͊́̈́̌̀ͦͩͦͨ̋ͦ̌̃̅͏̵͢҉̶̡̛́̀͠͏͏͏͏͝A̸͎̤̞̝͕̗͕̣̣̼̫̻̾̓ͮͬ̄ͨͣ͆̀͢͏҉͜͜҉̸̕A̶̶̸̡̧̨̧̹̪̬̩͖͖͈̭͔̯ͥͬͩ͗̒̌̾ͣ̑́́́͘͘̕̕͘͟͜͟͟͝͡͠͡͝͡͝ͅÁ̵̡̫̭̩̙͎̺̞̝̹̥̝̤̯͖̆̈́̉̈́̊͊͑ͮ̀́̚͘͘͜͢͞͠͏̀͏͏҉̸̡̀A̛̰͓̬̙̮̖̫̤̙͍̤̘͚͕̱̬̱̝̗̪͖̲̅ͨͣ̀̓̎̎̿̊̑̌̓͒ͮ͜͠҉̶̛͢͏̶̴̸̨̡̀̀͘͝͞Â̱͈̬̘̥̟͕̘̘͙̺͉͍͕͇͖̄͋ͩ́ͦ̓̌̊ͦ͐̂͛̈̽́͟͝͏̶̷̸̸̵̵̨̧̢́́̀͘͘͘͟͜͟͜͡͡͝Ą̷̧̜̮̲̟̥͎͕͉̖͉͖̩͈̮̺̂͘͢͝͠͞͠͏͞Ạ̴̶̢̠͎͖̥̙͙̱̼̯̻́̐̑̽̈́͆̊̂ͫͬͤͯͨ̾̔̑̈ͩ͛ͣ̎̏̆̏ͯ̓̊͘͟͜͠͞͝͏̧̛́̕͟͜͡Ą̸̷̷̴̡̛̪͙̻͇̬̲͖̪͖̅̌̓̆͊ͨ̏̿̓͆͑̄̍ͦ̊ͮ̇͋̏͌̾̑̾̈̍ͧ͜͟͞͞͡͡͠͞ͅA̬̭͉͙͓͖͇̰͇͍̾͂̄ͯ̔̉̿ͮ̍͆ͮͨ̚A̸̵̡̢̠̞̳͓̦̹ͬ̊ͭ͆͗͂ͮ͊͘͘͡͝͠ͅ҉̵̶̵̴̡̢̧͟͜͡͠͠͝҉̸҉A̶̶̧͈̝̞̻̺̙̭ͫ̐̀͘̕͘̕͟͝҉҉͢Ạ̷̧̡̛̛̓́͟͜͠͝͝͝Ǎ̷̡̢̛͔̠̭̙̣̖͎̬͈̥́ͬ̋͂͂ͤ͋ͧ͑ͩ̂̽ͯͮ̒̅ͪ̀̊̒̎ͩͨ̈́̈͌͢͝͞͠ͅÂ̸̧̪ͮ̋͌̎̉͋ͨ͑̊̎ͩ̈́̎͒̀͜͝҉̸͜͞͡A̴̧̧̢̢̨̘̠̹̱̻̤͖̫̯̞̬͖̗̠͚̳̲͓̪̿̍ͨͦ͛̓̍͊̀͊͗́ͣ̚͡͞͏͢҉̷̸͘͏Ą̴̸̵̴̛̻͓̯̞͇̻͢͟͠͡҉̵҉̶̴̡̛̕͘͜͜͜͡͠Ą̵̹̮̭͉̦̺͔̆͟͝͡͡͞Ą̴̷̡̨̨̧̨̰͔̱̻̺͓͇̩̝̺̣͉̦̗̳͆̀ͦ̆ͧ͛ͨ͆ͯ̅ͫ̽̊̄̅̓ͬͦͣ̍ͪ̋̎̚͘͘͘͢͟͡͝͞A̢ͯ̍͑͐̎̆̅͛̅͒̉̒͋ͣͤ̅͂̆̐ͨͭͤ̐ͣ̚҉̀͏̶̷̸̸̵̨̢̧̢̡̡̛̛́͘͢͠͡͞͝͠͝A̘̱̪͎̟̯̪̔͗̄ͫ̋ͧ͌̄͊͛̈́ͫ̍͆ͬ͛ͤͧ҉̶́҉̸̴̨̢̡́́͢͟͡͝A̷̶̴̵̡̛̘̩̙̯̜̩̦̟̱̼̤͉̭̲̟̹͇̯̗̱̘̲̔ͥ̌̅̒̽́̀́͘͢͜͜͞͠͏̵̡́̀͢͞҉̨͏̧͟

A̭̦̫ͧ̎͘͜A̍ͧA̴̞͇ͫ̈́ͫͧͥ̀ͅÄ̵̼̮́ͩ̍A͖͢G̨̛͔̜̦̮̪̐̉̇̊̀̀͠G̷̟͍̳̭ͪ̈ͪͦHͬ̏̽̾͂H͚̘͍̾̒̇H̸̗̩͍̘̓̈ͦ̍͛͞!̢̈̕!̵̧̬͝!̨̨͖̦̩̱͑ ̺̰̺͛͗̈̾̃҉҉͞Ḙ͎͖͍͇̊̂̇ͥN̯̯̤̮͔̐̈́ͤ̎Ǫ̴̤̥̻̦ͦͭ͊̚͜U͎͋̑̀Gͩ̕H̛҉!̺͕̄̒̑̃̀͠҉͢͞!̢̢͉̃ͥ̀͡!̠̱̟̹͟͞͏ ͍ͣ͏Ǫ̼̫̺ͭͬ̎F̖̰̞͎̆ͣ̄̅F̛̮̳̩͉̦ͪ͘͘ ̼͉̯͊̏̊̄W̲̪͙I̴͔͈̙͓͌͒͂́͘͢͞T̞͈̪͢H̡̧̹͚̪ ̛̟͍̘̭͟A̵̡̡̯̎̋́͘L̴͎̜̀Ļ̷͉̰̠̉͗ͅ ̸̙̙̣̤̦͒̏̿̕͜Ý̙̗̰ͥ̓͜͏̡̢͢O͇͚͖̩ͪͮ͑Ȕ̟̞͈͎̰̐̽ͪ̃͜͢͝͠R̷͞͝ ̘͎̒̑͊͞H̬ͯ̒̎́҉͏̨E̴̛͈͔̠Ẻ͓̦̘E̪̹ͣ͊͊͆͆Ȃ̶̢̛͖͚̹̙̄ͣ̄̉́A̛̝̤A̸̸̝̻̥̣ͣ̽͏Ą̡̘͢D̗̙̹̟̓̄̓̕͡S̴̥̟͎!͈̭͉̥͏̶̡̕͠!̢̢̠̜̌̒̾ͣ͆̕͟!̟̰̣ͤ҉

{NRC – Infirmary}

• Riddle woke up in the school infirmary. He sat up with a ringing noise in his head. He tries to recall the things that happened but the headache prevented him from doing so. The boy was surprised by Trey, Cater, and the rest of the troublemakers appearing by his side. They looked relieved, tears welled up in Trey's eyes and he says something...

• ... He can't hear him... Why can't he hear him? Is it because of the ringing? What is he saying?

"...Mnh?... Trey?... Cater?..."

"Riddle! You're okay! A-are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

"Dorm Leader Rosehearts! He's awake!"

"Ssshhhh! His head might still be ringing!"

"... H-huh?"

• Trey and Cater were right up beside him immediately, checking on him. The students behind them couldn't believe it but they were relieved to see him awake.

"Siren! Yuu's magic did quite a number on you, dorm leader... Maybe you should rest more-- Woah!"

"H-Hey, Riddle! Don't sit up yet, you just woke up. There, there, relax."

"Are you in any pain right now? You look a little pale..."

"I... I... Can't... You..."

• They're mouths were moving but no sounds came out no matter how hard Riddle strained his ears.

"What is it? Can you speak louder? What's wrong?"

"Trey.. I can't hear you."

"W-what?"

"I-i can't hear what you're saying, Trey. I can't hear all of you! I c-can't- I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING!"

"Dorm Leader, calm down! Take deep breaths."

"It's alright, just look at us. Everything will be fine."

"He can't hear us?"

"His condition is worse than I thought. Did his Overblot perhaps took his ability to hear?"

"Everyone, please get out of the infirmary. He needs space."

• The students of Heartslabyul left the room but Ace, Deuce, Grim and you stayed behind. Riddle's hands cupped his tear stained face as his sobbing intensifies.

"We're so sorry, Riddle... Don't worry, the Infirmary Ghosts can help you. We'll be right here every second."

"Yeah, you'll get your hearing back in no time!"

"... I'm... sorry... I'm sorry..."

"E-eh?"

"I'm so sorry... *sob*.... *sob*... I've been so horrible to all of you.... *sob*...."

"Woah. Dorm Leader Riddle Rosehearts crying? Oh. My. Sevens."

"Cater."

"Sorry, Trey, it's just... I never see him cry his eyes out like this."

"... *sob*.... It's all my fault... it's my own fault...! ... *sob*... You were right... *sob*...!"

• Ace stepped closer to Riddle. The crying boy saw him and cried even harder.

"T-Trappola... I'm sorry... I did want that Mont Blanc tart! I really did... *sob*... I felt bad for tossing it away... But I had to follow the rules... *sob*... I'm so sorry...!"

• Riddle let out all of the pain, all of the guilt, all of the regret he bottled up throughout his life. Ace decided to forgive him for admitting his defeat but left his reasons of doing so for another day once Riddle is healed.

• Moments later, the Infirmary Ghosts appeared and checked on Riddle's vitals. Riddle finally stopped his crying, he still hopes to reconcile with Ace. He knows that his wrongdoings will not be forgiven... He does not deserve to be called a dorm leader if all he ever do is hurt his own dormmates.

"He's healthy now and the blot is all gone. There's nothing clogging his ear canals, no bleeding. In fact, his ears look fine."

"We don't know why he lost his hearing. Maybe it's because of a concussion?"

"The students did give him a beating but that's unlikely."

• A few hours passed by. The Ghosts became puzzled and made Riddle recite the 810 rules to check for brain damage, using a notebook and pen to communicate. Riddle perfectly recalled all of the rules. The Ghosts then asked Riddle to recall his dormmates' and classmates' names as well as their appearances. Riddle remembered all of them correctly. This made the Ghosts even more puzzled.

"Looks like Yuu's magic worked too well on him."

"This was caused by magic? If so by whom?"

"Siren! Yuu's Unique Magic."

"My Henchman's Unique Magic makes them scream very loud. They can hypnotize people with it and make them go crazy."

"Really? That's some frightening magic you got there, kid..."

"Suppose that they've used it to make him deaf?"

"To cover us when we subdued him. Riddle looked like he was in great pain the whole time."

"Ah, I see."

"Well, every mage's magic gotta have some kind of loophole or weakness around it, right?"

• The Ghosts turned to ask you if there's a cure, to which you nodded yes. You took a scalpel and pierced it across your palm. Everyone was taken aback when droplets of your blood dripped on the floor but you ignored them and grabbed a teacup by Riddle's bedside. Your blood soon filled half of the cup and you gave it to Riddle.

• Riddle looked at you with shocked eyes and rejected the gesture. You insisted to lift the cup to the boy's mouth.

"W-w-what? What are you...?"

"I think Henchman wants Riddle to drink it."

"Huh?!

"What?!"

"B-but that's...!"

"I dunno! It's what my Henchman is doin'!"

"What the hell?! Don't you think it's... I don't know... Weird and gross?!"

"Hmm... If it's the only way then we don't see why not."

• The Ghosts wrote on the notebook, instructing Riddle to drink the blood. Riddle, who literally saw you cut your own skin, closed his eyes and hesitantly gulped it all down. Coughing as the metallic taste of the red liquid lingered on his tongue.

• You bandaged your bleeding palm and left the room with a theatrical bow. This moment became a core memory of the group's earliest impression of you.

"Fnyagh... I think they're tired from all that screaming. I'm gonna go rest with them. A fight like that surely made me sleepy. Hey, Henchman! Wait for the Great Grim!"

• One day later, Riddle finally got back his hearing and the headache he had disappeared. He recovered with no complications. His dormmates' planned to throw an Unbirthday Party for him in his recovery. However, Riddle's guilt has not left his mind.

"Ace Trappola."

"Uh, yes?"

"I... heavily apologize for how I treated you... how I treated all of you with strict cruelty. I see now that not all can follow the rules like how I was raised to... And that I shouldn't enforce such rules and give harsh punishments because of one's trivial or small mistakes... From now on, I'll take time to reflect on my actions and the effects it has on others... From this day forward, I, Riddle Rosehearts, hereby back down as dorm leader of Heartslabyul--"

"Sorry, dorm leader but you can't."

"P-pardon?"

"The title of dorm leader sounds nice but I don't want the strings attached to it. No one can handle the responsibility like you can, no one puts more effort into the duty of the title like you do, no one is more suitable for a dorm leader like you are. Besides, I didn't ask you to a Mage's Duel to take your position. I want you to see how much of a heartless snob you were. You were at fault for mistreating your dormmates. Trey and Cater are also at fault for letting you mistreat them for a long time. That just isn't right."

"I'm sorry too for turning a blind eye all this time as vice dorm leader. I was too cowardly to face him."

"Me too. I should've looked out for you guys as your senior. Some friends we are, huh?..."

"But that's alright. I'm sure your dormmates can forgive you guys and give you a second chance."

"Y-You really think so?... Will they forgive me? After all I've done?"

"Of course, we forgive you, Riddle. As your friends, we're here to help you whenever you need."

"Yups! Totally vote for a second chance! Just don't overdo it next time and have some more mercy, dorm leader!"

"On behalf of the Heartslabyul dorm, we still want you as our dorm leader!"

"I... I-I'm...thank you, everyone... thank you all so mu--"

"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FORGIVEN YOU!"

"E-eh?!"

"Ace!"

"NO, DON'T "ACE!" ME! AFTER ALL THE EFFORT WE PUT INTO THAT PERFECTLY GOOD MONT BLANC TART AND TOSSING IT OUT. IT'S NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN JUST CRY AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"

"What the hell's wrong with you!?"

"The poor guy's sorry isn't he?"

"Y-yes, I do feel terribly sorry for wasting the tart."

"WELL, IF YOU ARE SORRY AND YOU DO WANT TO EARN MY FORGIVENESS, AS A PUNISHMENT FROM ME, IT'S YOUR TURN TO MAKE THE TART!"

"Ace, stop talking!"

"No, he's right. I accept the punishment. I will make the tart."

"WITHOUT TREY'S HELP!"

"W-what?!"

"But Ace...! Isn't that a little...?"

"OH? IS IT TOO HARD FOR OUR DORM LEADER?"

"N-no! I can handle this. I'll do it by myself!"

"GOOD! NOW GET TO BAKING WHILE WE FIX UP THE PARTY!"

{Heartslabyul – Unbirthday Party}

• The rose bushes that were destroyed by blot were restored their original clean state. The branches that scattered the area were removed and more grass was planted to layer the bald ground. The light of the sun bounced off the shiny surface of the teapot and silver tableware. The ripped and tarnished table sheets were replaced by new white ones.

• Riddle seemed to have a hard time adjusting with his newfound leniency but he doesn't act like he has a stick up his behind anymore and is now more calm.

"Alright, let's see... The table sheets are white, tableware is at place, acceptable weather, it's nobody's birthday today... Is the mouse asleep inside the teapot? Actually, nevermind. It does not matter anymore."

"Hey there, Riddle. You don't have to be too lenient now. Take it easy."

"I second that, we wouldn't be able to recognize you without your habits of being prim and proper."

"Forgive me, it's just... I've never done this before... breaking a ru-- well... excluding ones for this occasion."

"Don't you worry your head about that, dorm leader! You'll get used to it. It's not so bad."

• As the three chatted, Ace approached them smugly, however, the sweat evident on his forehead from the work of cleaning up the dorm lessened the effectiveness of his smugness.

"So, you have the tart ready, dorm leader?"

"Ah yes, I have it prepared. And I wasn't assisted by Trey and followed the instructions for making it exactly the way down to every detail."

"What flavor is it?"

"Cherry."

"Did you remember to put enough chestnuts? Like, a ton of them?"

"Yes, I did. Just because I want to correct my faults does not mean you have the right to boss me around. I'm still your dorm leader."

"We'll see about that. Now you know what it's like to be in our place."

"Dorm Leader, Ace!"

"Spade. Are the flamingoes and hedgehogs ready?"

"Yes! I've also invited Grim and Siren! Yuu like you requested."

"That's good, thank you."

• Speaking of which, Riddle felt absolutely guilty about the insults he hurled at you during the previous Unbirthday Party. You looked uneasy when he aggressively pointed out your appearance. He guessed that he deserved to get screamed at by you. It's a better punishment than his mother's verbal abuse.

"Heya! We're here! Where's the food?"

"Sigh, Grim..."

"What? I'm hungry! Let's get this party started! Hey, Henchman, wanna dance later after eating?"

"☺️!"

• You nodded with a smile, it faltered when you faced Riddle. You simply stared at him like you're expecting him to do something. Luckily, the short boy find this awkward encounter as a good moment to apologize to you. He tells you to come with him to the Rose Maze.

{Heartslabyul – Rose Maze}

"Hello again...Siren! Yuu, was it?.... I want to speak with you for a moment... In private."

• Riddle sends the eavesdropping three a stern look, putting emphasis on the word private, and they read it as a signal to shoo, but they didn't. Instead, Ace, Deuce, and Grim proceeded to watch in silence at a corner, peeking at a nervous Riddle struggling to form words while under your laser-focused gaze.

"........"

"I-it's not about rule violation. It is just for a dorm leader to invite guests to get acquainted with them... Yes, it's to establish a... Well..."

".....😶?"

• Your gaze softened and your head tilted to the side, like you're both questioning and urging him to state his reasons more clearly. Riddle decided to not speak like a dorm leader but as a person who's grateful for your efforts.

"Oh, forget it. Siren! Yuu... I cannot apologize for the insults I've thrown at you... how I called you a magicless human who lacks discipline and manners... and I cannot thank you enough for saving me even after all that... But..."

"........."

"I do feel sorry, I do... I feel so ashamed of myself... Please give me a chance. A chance to give a new impression. A chance to make things right... This Unbirthday Party is now a welcoming gift and an offering of gratitude for saving me. Please, accept this apology."

"......."

"... And... I'm sorry about the Mont Blanc tart... I won't waste food for a trivial rule like that ever again."

• Your smile returned to your face and you bowed. The eavesdroppers took that as a positive sign to wait at the table for you.

"... 🙂‍↕️."

"Y-You... you forgive me?... Thank you... Thank you so much... You've no idea how relieved I am! I admit, I was worried there for a minute. Thank you."

• Riddle almost teared up from relief and joy but he wiped his eyes. This is a good sign after all, no need for more crying. He'll make the others worry.

"I, Dorm Leader of Hearstla- no... I, Riddle Rosehearts, am humbly grateful for your forgiveness. Now, shall we go back?"

• You and Riddle walked out of the Rose Maze, awaited by a hungry Grim and an impatient Ace.

"You done chatting with him?"

"☺️!"

"C'mon, c'mon! Don't just stand there. Sit here! I heard from Ace that Riddle made a Mont Blanc tart for us! I wanna taste it!"

"Grim, calm down. Your drool is soaking the table sheet!"

• In the end, the tart made by Riddle tasted terrible but you guys got a good laugh at it. Music filled the party and you danced with your new friends.

• Like I said, Riddle has a somewhat complicated friendship with you. You liked to feel free from restraint or control so you could freely express yourself however you want. Riddle is one of the others that keeps you at bay or from doing anything stupid.

• Riddle even made the effort to learn and decipher your movements. And in turn, you took time to learn some of the Queen of Hearts' rules.

• There are times where he hides behind you to scare away Floyd. There are times he lets you roam around Heartslabyul and dance within the Rose Maze (not without a warning to not break a rule). You cause less trouble now, however, he can't say the same for your idiots.

• He's also one of the individuals who protects your gold scales from watching eyes (read: Azul, Ruggie) and to provide the headmaster a list of reasons on why he can't just take it whenever Crowley asks. He warns you to stay away from others who want to monopolize you. He tries his best to threaten Azul to never strike a deal with you.

• He's seen you cure Overblot victims with your blood, amazed by its effectiveness to heal injuries and even some disabilities. For example, a student from Heartslabyul that were injured by the blot claimed that their blindness was gone. Another one from a different dorm used to have a paralyzed nerve in his leg, but now he can run with no difficulties thanks to your blood.

• He worries for your safety and well-being at this point. He knows that he cannot restrict you from every choice you make, whether selfless or foolish. Besides, you told him not to grow gray hairs for you as he has a lot on his plate as a dorm leader. You learned cautiousness from experience that there are individuals who revel in the despair of others.

• You know pain physically and emotionally all too well. It was under the guise of a person you thought who loved you. Only to stab you in the end and take everything you have dear away from you. Leaving you alone to lament in your miserable state.

• Riddle felt that pain too. It disguised itself not only as a loving figure, but as his own mother. A mother who inflicted strictness upon him like no other, caused him to Overblot and on the verge of dying. But he was saved by his friends who cared for him.

• But who saved you from your pain? It was just you. All the horrific things they did to you, yet... you let it all go, you learned to accept it and moved on your own. Riddle was astonished by your strength to let the painful past go. It gave him a deep thought that if you can do it, maybe he can too. You bared your scars to him and he bared his to you.

• Your carefree and cautious demeanor contrasts Riddle's strict and wrathful one. But overall, he thinks that you are a great and loyal friend. A friend that he didn't think he deserved, but one who needed to show him how to let hurtful things go. How to accept your mistakes and imperfections as a part of your journey.

• To dance with no fear on the stage full of pain and sorrow called life.

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