#briefly: riddle rosehearts

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

Old Note: This came to me the night before Book 7 got updated on the JP server. I'm also waiting for translations, but from what I've been hearing, there's speculation that the squad will be traveling to other dreams and waking up the rest of the main cast.

New Note: Tada *jazz hands* here it is after how many months.

The Hall of Mirrors is in shambles, and the cause for its state is still wrecking havoc.

"Those ear. . . there's no way that's Grim!" Ace says. He and the others didn't enter this dream by falling from the sky. They all just opened their eyes and found themselves lying on the broken ground, wearing their ceremonial robes and lightly covered in dust.

"Hang on, where's Yuu?"

"Over there!" Silver hurries over to a dark shape that almost blends against what remains of a stone column. Anyone would have missed the shape if that person couldn't see the white glowing bird circling over Yuu's head.

They're groaning while slowly sitting up. "Are you okay, Prefect?"

"Yeah. What about you? Are you and everyone else okay?"

"We're fine, just a little scratched up," Ace says as he and the others gather around.

Yuu nods. "Good."

They look at the menacing form of their partner and their eyes immediately fill with despair. "God. I can't believe he turned into that," they say quietly. "And the Mirror. . ."

Gasps erupt as multiple eyes spy it among the rubble.

"It's. . . shattered?!" Deuce says.

"Prefect, are you okay?" Epel asks, remembering their longing for home.

Yuu swallows and smothers whatever emotion is on their face, quickly donning an expression that would suit a calm advisor (it's an expression all the boys know from the Overblot situations). ". . . We'll talk about that later. Right now, we need to get Grim back to normal. I think we should do some recon to get a sense of what he can now do."

"I agree with the suggestion," Rook says. "I volunteer myself to go." He then invites a few others whose skill sets may be helpful, such as Leona and Epel.

"Prefect, are you able to stand?" he asks.

"Yeah. You need me to watch out for you guys?"

"Yes, and perhaps to notice anything from a distance in contrast to us who will be closer to Grim."

"In the meantime, we'll discuss possible strategies and update them once you all come back," Vil says.

Once the recon team leaves, Ace says, "I'm just going to say this right now: why is Yuu dreaming something like this? This doesn't seem like something they want to happen. You guys saw how they acted, right?"

"It also wouldn't make sense if this is a memory," Riddle adds. "It seems like all of us are supposed to be present, but we would surely remember a disaster such as this."

"It's not just that. Something is different about this dream," Silver says. "You both are right in that it's not based on a desire nor a memory. It's something else entirely different, but I can't quite place what it is."

". . . What if it's a vision?" Ace suggests.

"What do you mean?"

"Yuu has been having weird dreams throughout the school year. They said that some of them are about the Great Seven acting villainous and that the rest are quick flashes of a black carriage and a blue beast."

There's a long period of silence as the information settles in.

"Has the Prefect have these visions while awake?" Lilia asks.

"I'm not sure--hang on." Ace's eyes widen. "Sometimes they look dazed or like they're about to faint."

"Like while they were talking to me at my farewell party?"

"Yeah. . . like that."

Another long moment of silence. In the background, someone shouts something while the chimera stomps on what's left of the ground and screeches.

"Okay, so we know the person from another world may be a seer of sorts," Idia says. "Let's get back to figuring out how to turn Grim back into a cat and get Yuu to wake up."

Somehow, despite how quickly he tried to get out of the way and the protective barriers he put up, he got hit with one of Grim's curses. It made it so hard to breathe, and his legs suddenly weren't able to support him. He wracks his brain for counter spells--but is suddenly interrupted by desperate shouts from around him.

He lifts his head as best as he could. His eyes widen.

Yuu was standing before the beast, a hand reaching. He was too far to hear what they were saying, but it was no doubt soothing words to try to get their partner back to his senses. They were even smiling calmly.

But Grim suddenly roars and lunges forward.

"Prefect!"

He shoves himself off the floor and into a run. Others are doing the same around him or are lifting their pens to summon a protective shield. He lifts a hand, but the motion gets slower and slower with each second even though he's sure he's moving quickly. It's not like he's moving through molasses, though.

No. It's more like--

Time slows to a stop. Grim's jaws are just over the Prefect's head. From what he could still see, their eyes are wide and full of shock.

. . . Then he and everyone are suddenly floating in a void, semi- surrounding an unconscious Yuu.

"What. . . the hell is this place?" Ace says. His voice echoed slightly, like he was in a small cave.

"I'm guessing Yuu didn't mention this?" Floyd says rather casually.

"Shh! Listen!" Leona interjects.

Somewhere in the darkness, there's a low voice. It grows louder until it is clear and seems to surround the NRC students; by then, they were able to identify the speaker. "The Headmaster?!"

"Guided by the Mirror of Darkness. . ."

"Guys, look up!" Numerous mirrors that look exactly like the Mirror of Darkness are suspended above them, looking down but reflecting nothing but darkness.

". . . If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Yuu's eyes are still closed. A couple seconds pass, then their arm lifts and their hand reaches for something above, to the side. As if summoned by that gesture, a mirror comes down and floats above them. Their eyes slowly open.

Someone realizes he can lower himself to get a better view of the mirror, and the others follow suit.

They're just in time to see a hand coming from the darkness within the mirror. It passes through the glass, the surface momentarily rippling, and its palm is facing up. Without hesitation, Yuu takes the hand.

Light shimmers from the hands then expands, filling the whole void and momentarily blinding everyone. Once it's gone, Yuu and the mirrors are nowhere to be seen.

The Headmaster's voice rings clear:

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash,

as ice seals away even time itself,

as great trees swallow even the sky,

fear not the power of darkness. Now... demonstrate your power."

There are flashbacks to the earlier battle against Grim, except it was like the battle was repeating over and over: different combination of groups going against Grim, each combination losing regardless of the power of the spells. There was a vague sense that they've fought countless times now.

Suddenly, Yuu is back in the void, donning their ceremonial robe and lying on their back with their hands folded over their stomach, like they were sleeping in a coffin. A new voice speaks, and it's not someone any of the boys recognize.

For me, for them, for you. Time is growing short. Whatever you do, don't let go of that hand.

Blink.

They all are standing at the gates to Ramshackle Dorm.

None of them know what to say.

One of the boys is looking at his own hand, thinking back to when the person in the mirror offered their hand. "Hang on. There's a face in the shadow. It looks kind of like. . ."

He thinks he can feel the phantom sensation of someone holding his hand.

[oya-oya-okay]

I love your AU so much that I'm looking forward for some content. I do want to see your take on the books especially on Riddle's chapter.

OMG!?!?!😭😭😭 It's so sweet, thank you very much!!!💕💕💕

I really try when I draw this AU, I want the characters to follow their canon!! I'm re-reading the Kuro manga and I want to carefully re-read the plot of Twst!💕💕💕

I want to draw scenes from the plot in which Ciel will participate (Spoiler: Sebastian will also appear but later!!😚). But also just some kind of fanart or something that I'll come up with myself, ofc🤗

These are two fandoms that I'm very passionate about at the moment and this AU/Crossover is one of my favorites so I want to draw it as much as possible✊❣️✨

About the book Heartslabyul. I cry every time I read this lol🙃💔💔💔 Therefore, I will try to draw the scenes from the Heartslabyul plot as well as I can!!!

Thank you for your support!!💖💖💖

[nightravens-therapycircle]

The following chapter contains mentions of a graphic knife-related injury and someone dealing with said injury. I think that's just about everything that deserves some kind of a warning, really.

But we're officially over the halfway point, and the gang's about to figure out the mystery behind these incidents. I... don't think I have much to say here other than I think this chapter also contains my favorite Emery and Riddle interaction that I've written so far. Tell me what you guys think about it once you're done reading if you want to.

Enjoy!

[heartsiebyul]

Hi! Could I please request the overblot gang x reader where someone asks if their partner is single without knowing they're dating? Hopefully this request makes sense!!

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Single?

featuring — Overblot Boys : Riddle : Leona : Azul : Jamil : Vil : Idia : Malleus.

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☛ Riddle Rosehearts

It happens in the library while you're picking out books. A fellow student notices you struggling with a stack and offers to help, adding with a friendly smile, "If you're single, maybe I could treat you later?" Riddle, who had gone ahead to find you both a table, returns just in time to hear the question. His face flushes a deep red, not from embarrassment, but from tightly restrained anger. “Absolutely not. (name) is not single,” he says sternly, stepping between you and the other student like a barrier. “And even if they were, this is an academic setting, not a place for flirtation. Kindly take your leave.” His voice is stern and commanding, and the student stammers an apology before leaving.

"Thank you, Riddle," you said softly. He huffed, adjusting his blazer as he cast his gaze to the side. "It's improper for someone to make such bold advances. Honestly..."

But later, under the table, his hand holds yours. In a low murmur, he added, "You don't need to entertain anyone else. You already have me."

☛ Leona Kingscholar

You’re lounging on a bench in the school's courtyard after class when someone from another dorm approaches, leaning a little too close as they ask, “So… are you single?” Before you can even blink, there’s a warm body behind you, and an arm lazily drapes across your shoulders. Leona’s voice is low, amused. “You’ve got some nerve asking that when I’m right here.” The student freezes as Leona lifts his head, his green eyes gleaming with territorial intent. “They’re already taken. Try again in your next life, herbivore.”

Once the student retreats, Leona settles back with a smirk, his grip on you not loosening. “Tch. Can’t leave you alone for five minutes without someone trying their luck.” He doesn’t sound jealous, just smugly possessive. “Guess I gotta remind them who you belong to, huh?”

☛ Azul Ashengrotto

The question is asked during an event at the Lounge, you're helping Azul serve when a charming student casually asks, “you're single, right?” Azul, who was polishing his glasses just a few steps away, goes perfectly still. He turns slowly, smile tight and calculated. “Ah… I see someone’s forgotten to do their research.” He walks over, places a hand on your lower back, and smiles coldly at the culprit. “(name) is already in a relationship. With me. I trust that clears things up?”

The student stammers and quickly leaves, and Azul’s hand lingers a second longer than necessary before he withdraws it. “Some people truly lack awareness,” he sighs. “Don’t worry, my pearl. I’ll make sure no one dares overstep again… especially not in my territory.”

☛ Jamil Viper

It happens while you're helping Jamil gather snacks in the school store. Another student, seeing you alone for a moment, saunters over and says, “Hey, if you're free later, maybe we could hang out? You single?” You blink in surprise, but before you can speak, Jamil’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “No. They’re not.” He appears behind you with a calm expression that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “(name) is already with someone. Me.” His smile is polite, but there’s a certain cold to his tone that makes the other student retreat without further word.

Once you're alone, Jamil sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figures something like this would happen the one time I wasn’t glued to your side.” He isn’t angry, but there's a quiet protectiveness in the way his fingers briefly held yours. “Next time… just wait for me, yeah?”

☛ Vil Schoenheit

During a photo shoot setup for an event magazine, you're preparing snacks and drinks for Vil, when one of the photography assistants leans over and says, “You’re gorgeous. Tell me you’re single?” You’re caught off guard, but before you can respond, Vil’s voice rings out from behind the camera. “They most certainly are not.” He strides over in full model confidence, standing beside you with a hand elegantly placed on your shoulder. “(name) is with me. Surely you could see that? Or do you need a pair of beauty-enhancing glasses as well?”

The assistant laughs awkwardly and scurries off. Vil hums, brushing an imaginary speck from your collar. “Honestly… people can be so blind. But don’t worry, darling,” he whispers, lips close to your ear, “I won’t let anyone think for even a second that you're available.”

☛ Idia Shroud

You’re in the middle of a co-op dungeon raid with Idia, your avatars slashing through mobs side by side. The party is just the two of you, until a random player joins the open slot. Almost immediately, they tag your name and laugh flirtatiously over open mic, “Hey, uh, sorry to ask mid-fight, but are you single?”

There’s a beat of stunned silence. Your fingers falter over the keys, and you barely dodge a fire trap. Then a second mic activates.

“NO. They’re not. They’re dating ME.” Idia’s voice crackles through the headset with aggressiveness that startles even you. “So maybe don’t shoot your shot during a boss raid? Try not being a burden, idiot.” His anxious mumble is gone, replaced with fiery anger that leaves the other player sputtering in awkward retreat. After the game ends, Idia returns to his usual, rapid pace. “Ughhh I totally blew my cool b-but seriously, what kinda rando tries to flirt during a raid?! You’re mine… like, exclusive loot. Legendary-tier. No trade-ins.”

☛ Malleus Draconia

While walking through the gardens near Ramshackle, a brave but clueless student approaches you with a bouquet in hand and asks earnestly, “Are you single? I’d like to get to know you.”

The wind stills. Small green lights flicker around you. Before you can reply, Malleus appear beside you, his expression unreadable. “That will not be necessary,” he says, voice calm but thunderous. “(name) is already bound to me. I suggest you refrain from such disrespect in the future.” The student pales and flees without another word.

Malleus then turns to you, his expression softening. “Humans can be so forward these days. I do not mind the occasional admirer… but only if you continue to look solely at me.” He offers you a faint, almost wistful smile as he gently takes your hand. “You are mine, and I shall not share you.”

[ladyfocalors]

4 Easy Ways to Fluster Riddle (and 1 Time He Left You Speechless)

summary: 4 times you flustered Riddle and 1 time he got you back.

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader

warnings: none.

word count: 2.4k

don't know what possessed me to write this. i am in my stupidly sweet soft fluff cheesy romantic era. maybe this is me trying to compensate for reading too many angst fics on ao3.

i. You compliment him in front of everyone.

Unbirthday parties were not unusual for you. Spending almost all your time with Ace and Deuce meant you had an open invitation at all times, and today was no different.

Everything was proper as it could be until Grim sneezed directly into a teacup, causing a minor commotion.

"Ugh, Grim," you groaned, reaching for a napkin.

"Myah! Not my fault somethin' went up my nose!" Grim shot back, waving his tiny paws in indignation.

Ace snickered from next to you. "Real nice, furball. I think Cater got that on camera."

"You wanna say that again, tomato head?" Grim growled, but you held him back.

"Tomato head?" Ace only grinned wider. "What, did you run out of good insults?"

"Can we not start a fight at an unbirthday party?" Deuce said, eyeing Riddle from the corner of his eye.

"What? I’m behaving." Ace said.

Across the table, Riddle cleared his throat. "If you’re quite finished with your antics, I’d like to remind you that proper decorum should be maintained at the table. That includes not flinging insults across it." His eyes flickered briefly toward Grim, who had, thankfully, stopped snarling at Ace.

For a moment everything went back to normal again but Ace decided to stir up trouble.

"So," he started, leaning back in his chair with an easy grin, "I’ve been thinking–"

"Oh, since when did you start to think?" you teased, snickering into the palm of your hand.

Ace ignored your jab, looking around at the others. "Since we’re all here, why don’t we ask some questions?"

Everyone gave him a look.

"Oh, relax. It’s not like I’m gonna break a rule. But I do have a good question. One that everyone has to answer."

The curiosity around the table piqued, conversations pausing. Riddle set his teacup down, looking unamused but willing to hear Ace out. "As long as it’s appropriate."

"Totally," Ace said, all in false innocence, before he grinned. "So. Who’s the best-looking person in Heartslabyul?"

"Myah, obviously me!" Grim chimed in immediately.

"What–" You shook your head. "Grim, you don’t even count! You're a Ramshackle student!"

"Why not? I live in Heartslabyul whenever we visit!"

"That’s not how this works!"

"That’s totally how it works!"

"Okay, okay, real answers now," Ace turned to Deuce. "Deuce?"

Deuce sighed. "I don’t really think about that stuff, but I guess Trey?"

"You just respect him," Ace said.

"That’s part of it, yeah."

Riddle shook his head. "This is a completely frivolous discussion."

Ace grinned. "Aw, come on, Housewarden. What’s the harm?" Then his gaze flickered to you. "And what about you, Prefect? Who’s the best looking in Heartslabyul?"

Now you were the one on the spot.

"Why are you even asking me?" you asked.

"Answer it, Prefect." Ace pressed, his grin widening. "Unless you have something to hide."

You sighed and glanced around, scanning the table. Grim was not an option to begin with. Cater was handsome in the totally Magicam-worthy way as he put it, but so was Trey in that grandmothers-would-also-compliment-him way. Ace had a certain charm if you completely ignored all the stuff that came out his mouth, and Deuce looked endearing, sweet boy and had that ex-delinquent appeal going on if you ignored that he was hot headed and a little dumb.

Your gaze landed on Riddle again. His brows were furrowed, his lips pressed together as if bracing for whatever nonsense was coming next.

You mentally grimaced before saying, "I think it’s Riddle."

A silence fell over the table. Everyone paused.

"What?!" Ace asked loudly, unable to hide his surprise.

"Why?" Deuce added.

You leaned on your palm, tilting your head. "Riddle takes care of himself better than most people I know. He’s always neat, prim, and... uh, proper—that’s the word! Even when things get out of hand, he still manages to look... well, proper. And it’s not just the way he looks, he also carries himself with that same energy!"

Another beat of silence stretched across the table.

Riddle’s face was red. "Thank you, Prefect," he stammered, straightening in his seat. "But this is hardly an appropriate topic for an Unbirthday Party."

Cater let out a low whistle at that.

"Didn’t think you had it in you, Prefect," Ace teased, nudging you. "I was expecting something basic, but that was some real high-class flattery."

"It’s the truth."

Riddle cleared his throat sharply. "This conversation is over."

"But not before we get your answer!" Ace pointed out. "C’mon, Housewarden, who’s your pick?"

Riddle sent him a glare. "Be quiet, or it's off with your head, Trappola."

"Man, I was just trying to start some drama."

"Keep your mouth shut for once, Ace." you said, kicking him from under the table.

The conversation then moved on, but the warmth on Riddle’s face did not.

ii. You fall asleep on his shoulder.

Your head drooped slightly as you struggled to focus on the words before you and the words being told to you. The long day of classes, paired with Grim’s endless energy and the usual bouts of trouble Ace and Deuce dragged you in, had drained you completely. You had started this study session with the best of intentions, but the combination of warmth, silence, and exhaustion made your eyelids unbearably heavy.

Riddle was in the middle of explaining something when your head tipped forward, only for you to jerk upright again.

Riddle paused mid-sentence, watching as you blinked sluggishly, clearly losing your battle against sleep. "Prefect," he said, his voice demanding your immediate attention. "Are you even listening?"

"Mmh." You gave a half-hearted nod, though it was obvious you hadn’t processed a word. "Something about… cans of tuna?"

Riddle sighed. "I said nothing about tuna. I was explaining–" He stopped himself, watching as you blinked even slower than before. "Perhaps we should take a break."

You made a small sound, too tired to speak. You just needed to rest your eyes for one second, and you'll go back to studying. Just a second and you'd be up again…

Then, before Riddle could say anything else, you slumped sideways, head landing directly on his shoulder.

Riddle went completely rigid.

His grip on his pen tightened. His mind stuttered, words vanishing from his tongue. His first instinct was to tell you off—straighten up, maintain proper posture, do not fall asleep on someone at a study table—but when he glanced down at you, mouth halfway open to scold, he hesitated.

Your breathing was slow. The tension in your shoulders had eased, and without the usual spark of mischief, exasperation or exhaustion in your expression, you looked very peaceful.

Riddle swallowed hard.

This was improper and very undignified. If anyone saw him, it would be terrible.

Now, what was he supposed to do?

Despite various thoughts,he did not move.

Slowly and carefully, he turned his head forward again, his face burning. His hands fidgeted with the edges of his book, but his previous train of thought had been completely derailed.

Your weight against his shoulder was surprisingly light, warmth seeping through the fabric of his uniform. It wasn’t unpleasant. If anything, it was… comforting, if he could call it that?

Nobody had slept on him before.

Minutes had passed. Maybe more. He was too flustered to keep track. Finally, when he was certain his face couldn’t get any redder, he cleared his throat.

"Prefect," he said, quieter this time. "You should wake up."

You mumbled something incomprehensible, shifting slightly but not moving away.

Riddle exhaled sharply. Gathering every ounce of dignity he had left, he straightened his back further and gently nudged you.

"Wake up," he repeated, firmer now.

You groaned softly before blinking up at him, drowsy and disoriented. "Mm… what happened? What did I miss? Oh, Riddle."

"You fell asleep," Riddle said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Your eyes widened slightly as you realized where your head had been. "Oh… oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to–" You sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "I was just… really tired."

Riddle turned his gaze away, attempting to school his expression into something neutral. "It is fine," he said, though the stiffness in his voice betrayed him. "But next time, do try to stay awake."

"Yeah, I am sorry," you gave him a sheepish smile. "I know you took the time out of your busy schedule just to teach me. It won't happen again, I promise."

"It’s…" He exhaled. "It’s fine. You should take better care of yourself, Prefect. If you’re this exhausted, perhaps you should reconsider how you manage your time."

"You are right…" you trailed off. "I am really sorry, though. I will try to get more sleep."

Riddle hummed, shutting his book close. "That’s enough studying for today. We’ll continue another time when you’re actually capable of retaining information."

"Oh, of course. Thank you," you smiled, picking up your items.

Riddle let out a sigh when you finally walked away.

It took a long time before his heart settled back into its usual rhythm.

iii. You link your arms with him.

Riddle was not particularly fond of crowds. More specifically, he was not fond of being jostled, or people with no regard for personal space, or the chaos that came with large gatherings.

It was the reason why he hesitated when you had invited him to join you on an outing to the town near Night Raven College. At first, he had been inclined to decline but after some insistence (you just asked him politely, twice), he agreed.

And here he was. He found himself almost colliding with someone more than once.

Then, you suddenly looped your hand around his arm and pulled him closer to you.

"Prefect! What do you think you’re doing?" he asked.

You blinked at him, tilting your head. "What? I don’t want to lose you in the crowd. This way, we won’t get separated."

"There’s no need for such a thing–" He stopped himself when someone pushed past a little too roughly, nearly knocking into him. Instinctively, he leaned towards you.

"See?" you smiled. "It's practical."

Riddle’s face burned. Practical or not, this was not something he was used to.

With a sharp inhale, he turned his head forward, focusing on anything but you. "Very well," he muttered. "But do not pull me around like some child."

"Of course not!" you grinned.

Riddle exhaled slowly, willing the flush on his face to fade. He would simply have to endure this.

iv. You fix his hair for him.

Riddle always looked put together and proper (as you had mentioned in the unbirthday party). Never a wrinkle on his clothes, shoes always cleaned, no strand of hair out of place.

Which was why you immediately caught onto the tuft of red hair sticking out at an odd angle. You eyed his hair while he examined the display of desserts in the bakery. He was completely unaware of the imperfection.

"Hold still for a second," you said suddenly.

Riddle blinked, turning to you.

Before he could say anything, you reached out and smoothed down the strand, brushing your fingers gently through his hair to put it back into place.

His breath hitched, and every thought about pastries evaporated right out of his mind. The warmth of your fingertips barely lasted a second, but it left an undeniable trail of heat on his skin.

You pulled back, inspecting your handiwork with a satisfied smile. "There! All fixed."

"You–" He cleared his throat, forcing his voice to remain steady. "That was unnecessary."

You only shrugged. "It was bothering me."

"Bothering you?" Riddle repeated.

"Yeah. You always look so put-together, so seeing your hair out of place felt… different." You waved a hand vaguely. "And you always like to look presentable, especially in public."

Riddle turned his gaze away, unable to meet your eyes. "You shouldn’t be so casual with things like that," he muttered.

"Why not?" You tilted your head. "Friends help each other out, don’t they?"

He inhaled, calming down.

"I suppose," he finally conceded, clearing his throat. "We should continue. We have other shops to visit."

"Right," you said, eyeing the desserts, while Riddle found himself absentmindedly touching the spot where your fingers had been.

+1 He takes your hand and kisses it.

It had been a long but pleasant day. The trip to town had gone smoother than expected, despite the crowds and Riddle’s initial reservations. He had even managed to enjoy himself although it had more to do with you being there.

Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold, you and Riddle stood in the hall of mirrors. The walk back had been peaceful, the quiet between you feeling natural rather than awkward.

"You were surprisingly tolerant today," you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "I thought for sure you’d be upset at people for improper behavior."

"I am not as strict as you make me out to be." Riddle huffed.

You gave him a questioning look.

He sighed. "Fine. I just didn’t want to ruin the outing. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the admission. Then, a slow smile spread across your face. "You’re sweeter than you let on."

Riddle stiffened slightly then exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Honestly, Prefect, you have no restraint with your words."

You only grinned. "Agree to disagree."

He gave you an exasperated look before his gaze flickered down for a brief moment. Then, with a sudden movement, he reached out and gently took your hand in his.

You froze, curious about what he would do next.

Before you could react, Riddle lowered his head slightly, pressing a light kiss to the back of your hand.

Your face felt like it was on fire, and for the first time that evening, you were the one flustered. "Riddle?"

He straightened, a small smile on his lips as he released your hand. "Consider it a return for your… gestures today," he said smoothly, though the faint pink on his ears betrayed his composure.

You gawked at him, words completely failing you.

Riddle felt internally delighted at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself for getting you back. "Good day, Prefect," he said, turning towards the mirror to his dorm.

You stood there for a moment, before quickly mumbling a quick 'have a good day'.

Riddle Rosehearts had just turned the tables on you.

© ladyfocalors

[solxamber]

Can't wait to request Skully boy, but let's do a part 3 of White Rabbit!Reader since the overblot aftermath is usually somewhat of a positive effect on the overblot person, I want it to do the opposite to White Rabbit!Reader since before their overblot, they were always jumpy, timid and anxious.

Now, I kind of want them to be like this half the time whenever someone bothers them:

Aftermath of White Rabbit! Reader's Overblot

Characters: All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige, Che'nya

Original White rabbit! reader ask ; White rabbit! reader overblot ask

thanks for the request <3

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is probably the first to notice the difference. While he usually relied on your obedience to the Queen's rules, your newfound bluntness shocks him. He asks you to organize paperwork, expecting the usual nervous compliance, but instead, you sigh and mutter, “Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to it, don’t have a heart attack.” Riddle is speechless for a moment, his face flushing. Though he won’t admit it, he’s at a loss. “What… happened to you?”

Trey Clover

Trey has always been the calm, stable figure in your life, a grounding presence in Heartslabyul. But even he’s taken aback by your sudden shift. “You’re not the same nervous bunny I’m used to,” he remarks when you snap at someone who’d pushed you too far. You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Guess I finally had enough.” Trey offers a small, understanding smile, knowing all too well the pressures of keeping up appearances. “If you need to blow off steam, my kitchen’s always open. Just don’t burn out.”

Cater Diamond

Cater, who usually plays things off with a lighthearted comment or a perfectly timed selfie, can sense the change in your mood. "Whoa, who flipped the switch on you, bunny?" he jokes, holding up his phone for another pic. You barely glance his way, grumbling, "Put that away before I snap." Cater's smile falters briefly, unused to you being so short with him. "Yikes. Someone's in need of a chill day. Maybe a group selfie will help?" He backs off but keeps an eye on you, curious how long this new attitude will last.

Ace Trappola

Ace is taken aback but more intrigued than anything. He used to enjoy teasing you for fun, always expecting a shy or flustered response. Now, you roll your eyes and say, “Do you ever stop running your mouth?” Ace laughs nervously but is secretly impressed by your sass. “Hey, I liked you better when you were jumpy. You were easier to mess with.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce feels bad. He didn’t realize how much the teasing had affected you until now. He approaches cautiously, noticing your new, weary demeanor. When he tries to help, offering to carry something, you grumble, “I’ve got it, I’m not helpless.” Deuce scratches his head, feeling guilty. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I’m sorry if we pushed you too hard.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona finds your transformation amusing at first. As one of the few prey beastmen in the school, he always enjoyed calling you "herbivore." But now, when you meet his taunts with a dry “Yeah, real original, Leona,” he raises an eyebrow, both impressed and a little curious. “Finally got some backbone, huh? Good. Don’t expect me to go easy on you just ‘cause you stopped cowering.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is caught off guard by how done you seem with everything. He tries to pass off some chores, as usual, but you just give him a deadpan look. “Do I look like your personal assistant?” Ruggie chuckles nervously. “Whoa, you’ve changed. Guess I’ll just… do it myself, then. Heh.”

Jack Howl

Jack, being the most straightforward, notices something is wrong immediately. He never liked the way people teased you, and now your exhaustion worries him. “You don’t look so good. Is there something I can help with?” When you respond with a tired “Just let me get through the day, Jack,” he frowns, unsure how to handle this new side of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul appreciates how compliant you were before, especially when he needed help with contracts or deals. Now, your indifference makes his eye twitch. “Care to assist with a little… business?” he asks. “Do it yourself, Ashengrotto,” you reply without even looking up. Azul’s smile falters. “How… unfortunate.”

Jade Leech

Jade enjoys your shift in attitude. To him, it’s fascinating to see prey become more assertive. “My, my, you’ve grown quite bold, haven’t you?” he muses. You don’t even glance his way, muttering, “Bold? I’m just tired.” Jade chuckles, intrigued. “I do hope that exhaustion won’t stop you from keeping things interesting.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd used to love squishing you just to see you jump. Now, when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and you groan, “Not now, Floyd,” he pouts. “You’re no fun anymore, Little Rabbit. Bring back the scaredy-cat!” He sulks but also seems weirdly fascinated by your new attitude, poking you to see if he can get a reaction.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim’s sunny disposition remains unchanged, but even he notices that something’s off. He invites you to join a party, only for you to respond, “I’m not in the mood.” Kalim blinks, genuinely concerned. “Hey, is everything okay? You always used to come… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil is more analytical about your change. He senses something deeper at play and approaches cautiously. “You’re different now,” he observes. “No kidding,” you mutter, pushing past him. Jamil hums thoughtfully, wondering if there’s something he can learn from your overblot experience—or if it’s just another thing he needs to keep an eye on.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is used to elegance, control, and composure, so your new bluntness strikes him as unbecoming. “You’re really letting yourself go,” he comments sharply. You simply stare at him, unbothered, and say, “And you care because?” Vil frowns, his perfectly crafted facade slipping for a second. “Honestly, how disappointing.”

Rook Hunt

Rook finds the change in you utterly fascinating. “Ah, the hunted has become a hunter in their own right! Magnifique!” You stare at him with exhausted eyes, muttering, “I’m just trying to get through the day, Rook.” He laughs, completely unfazed by your exhaustion. “Every day with you is an adventure, mon lapin!”

Epel Felmier

Epel, who never liked being underestimated, gets where you’re coming from. He nudges you with a grin. “Bet you’re sick of everyone treating you like you’re fragile, huh?” You shrug tiredly, “Sick of a lot of things.” Epel chuckles. “Yeah, I get that. Don’t let ‘em push you around anymore.”

Idia Shroud

Idia is a little freaked out by your change. You used to be predictable, easy to understand—now? Not so much. He glances at you from behind his tablet and mumbles, “Uh… you okay? You seem… different.” When you snap back, “What do you think?” Idia recoils, instantly regretting his question. “Yikes… never mind…”

Ortho Shroud

Ortho, ever the optimist, immediately notices your shift in behavior and tries to cheer you up in his own enthusiastic way. “I can analyze your stress levels! Maybe we can find a way to relax together!” he offers, his eyes lighting up with data scans. You give him a tired look and sigh, “Thanks, but I just want to be left alone.” Ortho frowns, his usual cheerful energy dimming. “Okay… but remember, I’m always here if you need help!” He can’t quite figure out how to help you, but he makes a mental note to keep monitoring your well-being.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus can feel the weight of your exhaustion and frustration. He’s perceptive and doesn’t need to hear you say much to understand how deeply the overblot has affected you. “You carry a heavy burden now,” he says quietly. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I have a choice.” Malleus watches you with a somber gaze. “You do. You always have a choice.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is concerned but also intrigued by your sudden shift. “My, you’ve grown up in such a short time,” he teases, though his tone carries a hint of seriousness. “Not sure if that’s a good thing,” you mutter. Lilia’s eyes narrow. “Be careful not to lose yourself, young one. This world can be… unforgiving.”

Silver

Silver, ever the calm and observant knight, is probably the least surprised by your change in demeanor. He approaches cautiously, noticing your exhaustion even before you speak. “You’ve been through a lot. Don’t push yourself too hard,” he advises softly. When you sigh and mutter, “I’m just tired, Silver,” he nods, understanding in his quiet way. “If you ever need to rest, I’ll stand guard for you.” He’s not one to pry but offers his silent support.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is offended by your change in attitude, especially since you no longer respond as deferentially as you used to. “What happened to your respect for authority?” he barks. You shoot him an irritated glare. “Respect is earned, not given.” Sebek’s jaw drops, his mind struggling to compute your audacity.

Rollo Flamme

Rollo has always had a certain disdain for the chaotic nature of magic, and as someone who seemed so harmless before, you were never a particular blip on his radar.

But after your overblot, when you return to a more cynical, jaded version of yourself, Rollo is... intrigued. “I see you’ve shed your naïveté,” he comments one day when you cross paths, eyeing your newfound sharpness.

You sigh and rub your temples, muttering, “I’m too tired for whatever lecture you’re about to give me, Rollo.” He raises an eyebrow, slightly amused. “Perhaps you’ve come to realize that order, after all, must be maintained by force. Even for someone like you.” His words are clipped, but there’s almost a sense of kinship as he recognizes the exhaustion that comes from living within strict expectations.

Neige LeBlanche

Neige is disheartened by your exhaustion. He approaches you with genuine concern, his wide, innocent eyes full of sympathy. “I’m sorry if anyone’s been making things harder for you,” he says softly. “You don’t deserve that.” You give him a tired smile, “It’s fine. People just… don’t know when to stop.” Neige nods. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

Che’nya

Che’nya finds your new personality endlessly amusing. “My, my! You’ve finally joined the cynical side of Wonderland!” he teases, popping in and out of view. You roll your eyes, unimpressed. “I’m too tired for your games, Che’nya.” He grins, floating above you. “That’s what makes it so fun, friend.”

Crowley

Crowley had always seen you as one of the more manageable students—timid, hardworking, and, most importantly, someone who didn’t cause him headaches. But after your overblot? Let’s just say he’s... mildly concerned. “My dear White Rabbit, surely you don’t mean to talk to your esteemed headmaster in such a disrespectful tone!” he blusters, feathers metaphorically ruffled when you brush past one of his long-winded speeches with an eye roll and, “Please, for the love of Seven, just get to the point.” Crowley is left gaping, unsure whether he should reprimand you or seek out some sympathy for your newly discovered spine.

Divus Crewel

Crewel is quick to notice your shift in attitude and respects your newfound bluntness—though only to a point. “You’ve finally found some grit,” he comments, his voice sharp as usual. “Good. Just don’t let it cloud your judgment.” You nod wearily, “I’m way past judgment.”

Mozus Trein

Trein raises an eyebrow at your attitude shift but doesn’t comment much. He simply sighs, “I hope you’re not letting stress affect your studies.” You shrug. “Stress is part of the deal, Professor.”

Sam

Sam’s sharp eye notices the change immediately when you stroll into his shop, a bit of a scowl replacing your usual fidgety demeanor. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bunny. What’s got you hoppin’ mad today?” he teases lightly, hoping to bring a smile to your face.

But when you shoot him a tired look and say, “Sam, please, just give me the potion before I scream,” he lets out a low whistle. “Whoa now, partner! You’re wound up tighter than a jack-in-the-box! If anyone knows about stress, it’s me—how ‘bout I toss in some tea on the house?” He’s concerned, but he can’t resist a little ribbing, hoping to ease your frustration.

Masterlist

[twst-aceofhearts]

May I request a platonic fic between RIddle and reader where they're siblings? And the reader teaches an elective course at NRC? :>

Have a wonderful day, and wear your seatbelt!

🌸 anon

Professor by Day, Menace by Relation

𝖆/𝖓: I love this prompt, I'll do this with Azul too :> and this is strictly platonic, age gap is around 8 years

𝖙𝖜: none.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: riddle x older sibling!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1573

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

You didn’t expect to see your little brother barging into your classroom after hours.

Yet there he was — Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, his lips pressed into a familiar line of disapproval that mirrored your own when you were younger.

“You said you were going to be done at seven.”

You blinked at the clock on the wall. 8:24 p.m. Ah.

“I was going to be done,” you said sheepishly, setting down your chalk. “Then Grim knocked over the herb cabinet and I had to make sure none of the samples were poisonous.”

Riddle stepped inside and shut the door behind him with precision, as though sealing a vault. “Why are you even teaching here? You had a perfectly respectable job in the Queendom of Roses.”

You looked at him over your reading glasses. “I like it here. The students are interesting. The staff has personality. And believe it or not, teaching Elective: Magical Botany and Potion Alternatives is oddly fulfilling.”

He muttered something under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch it, but it sounded like “reckless” and “undignified.”

You let it go. He’d always had a hard time with change—especially when it came to you.

When you were kids, you were the only one allowed to sneak sweets into Riddle’s room. The only one he didn’t snap at during his study sessions. The only one who remembered to pack a blanket in case he fell asleep at his desk.

Now, he was a young man—brilliant, proud, meticulous. He carried himself like someone who couldn’t afford to be a child anymore.

You didn’t blame him. You just missed him sometimes.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, opening a drawer and pulling out a little bento box you had set aside.

He glanced away. “I was going to.”

“You were going to,” you repeated with a sigh. “So was I. But neither of us did, huh?”

He didn’t answer, but he came to sit at your desk anyway, watching as you unwrapped the bento and pushed it toward him.

It had apple slices. You always remembered.

He stared at them.

“…You still do this,” he said quietly. “Cutting them like roses.”

You smiled. “Habit. I figured if I ever forgot, you’d give me a lecture on presentation.”

He hesitated. Then, in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “Thank you.”

The room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional clink of chopsticks.

“I heard from Professor Trein,” Riddle said between bites. “You got two students to submit their projects early. He sounded impressed.”

“That’s because I bribed them with extra credit and muffins.”

He choked.

You handed him a cup of water, deadpan. “Relax. They were chamomile muffins. Good for stress.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

“And you’re dramatic.”

A smile crept onto both your faces.

When he finished, he wiped his mouth, set the chopsticks down with care, and looked up at you.

“…I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted, voice small. “Even if your class is a little… unconventional.”

“Unconventional is my specialty.”

“I know,” he said. Then, quieter: “It was always easier when you were around.”

That surprised you. Not because you didn’t believe it, but because Riddle rarely said things like that out loud.

You set your papers aside, fully giving him your attention. “Do you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated.

Then:

“I lost my temper again. With Ace and Deuce.” He closed his eyes briefly, shame flickering across his face. “I didn’t overblot, of course. I’m not that foolish. But I—I could feel it. The pressure. The noise.”

You stood and gently ruffled his hair, like you did when he was a kid—back when he used to bury his face in your shoulder and cry over scraped knees or scoldings from Mother.

To your surprise, he let you.

“You’ve gotten better, Riddle. But even good people lose their temper. You’re not a failure for slipping.”

“…Then what am I?”

“Human,” you said softly. “Someone who’s trying. And someone I’m very proud of.”

He looked up at you, eyes a little red at the corners, but he didn’t cry. Not tonight. He simply gave a sharp nod, shoulders straighter, breathing easier.

“…If I come here sometimes,” he said at last, “just to talk… would that be alright?”

You smiled. “Always.”

That night, you walked him back to Heartslabyul. The stars were out, and for a brief moment, he looked like the boy you remembered—not the housewarden, not the prodigy, but just Riddle. Your little brother.

And when he turned to say goodnight, he paused, then added in a quiet voice,

“Next time… I’ll bring the tea.”

You chuckled. “Just don’t bring those sugarless biscuits. I still have trauma.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling when he shut the gate behind him.

You weren’t expecting to see Riddle in your classroom on a Thursday morning—especially not in the back row, arms folded, lips thin, and trying (failing) to blend in with a group of groggy second-years.

“Don’t mind him,” you told the class, adjusting your glasses. “He’s just observing.”

“That’s the Housewarden of Heartslabyul,” one student whispered loudly to another.

“I thought it was a porcelain doll,” someone else muttered.

You coughed. Loudly.

“Anyway!” you clapped your hands. “Today we’re covering ‘Magical Plants and Mood Stabilization.’ Open your books to page 63.”

Riddle didn’t move a muscle. You were ninety percent sure he had already read this book cover to cover and was now judging your every word.

The lesson flowed smoothly—for a while.

You were halfway through explaining how moonlotus leaves can be used to subtly stabilize a brewing stress-relief potion when someone in the back raised their hand.

“Yes, Caelum?”

The boy smirked. “So, Professor, what’s it like teaching your little brother? Does he get automatic extra credit or just personalized rose-cut apples?”

You paused, then shot Riddle a deadpan glance.

He looked personally offended. “I would never accept such inappropriate favoritism—!”

“Which is exactly what someone with nepotism privileges would say,” Caelum quipped, and a few students laughed.

Riddle bristled.

You held up your hands before it escalated. “Relax. I grade him much harder than the rest of you.”

Riddle sputtered. “You don’t even grade me!”

“Exactly.”

The students howled.

Riddle sank slightly in his seat, clearly regretting life decisions that brought him here.

Later, during the practical component, you had everyone brewing a basic calming tonic infused with powdered moonlotus. Riddle watched silently, arms crossed, as the students measured, stirred, and grumbled.

“You don’t usually hover like this,” you said as you passed him, checking in on a student’s simmering cauldron.

“I was curious,” Riddle muttered. “Your students seem… comfortable with you.”

“I let them make jokes. Within reason.”

He frowned. “That’s a dangerous precedent. You’re their instructor.”

“Yes, and I’ve managed to avoid being overthrown so far. Small victories.”

You smirked and handed him a clean mixing spoon. “Here. Make yourself useful.”

Riddle blinked. “You want me to help?”

“Only if you think you won’t ruin someone’s brew with that terrifying perfectionism.”

“…Fine.”

It didn’t take long before more teasing started.

“Riddle-senpai, can you stir this for me? I want that Heartslabyul precision~.”

“Don’t let him scowl at your potion too long, it might curdle!”

“Did your sibling make you come here? Blink twice if you're being held hostage.”

You snorted as Riddle turned an alarming shade of pink.

“I didn’t sign up to be your class mascot,” he grumbled, helping a flustered student correct their ratios with immaculate skill.

You leaned close enough that only he could hear. “They’re just teasing you because they’re jealous they can’t roast me without getting detention.”

He glanced at you. “You wouldn’t actually give detention for that, would you?”

“Oh, definitely. But I’d also bring cookies the next day to confuse them.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

You smiled sweetly. “And you love me.”

He didn’t answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely.

By the end of the class, the potions had been bottled, labeled, and safely stored. You dismissed the students with reminders to please not test the potion on their roommates without consent.

As they filed out, several shot parting remarks Riddle’s way.

“Come back soon, Rosehearts-senpai!”

“Bring snacks next time! Sibling discount!”

“Professor, can we have Riddle Week? Where he does all your lectures and wears a silly apron?”

You waved them out with amused exhaustion.

Riddle, meanwhile, looked like he’d aged five years.

“Do they always act like that?” he asked flatly.

“Only when they like someone,” you said, packing up your notes. “They were very quiet around Professor Crewel. You, on the other hand… you’re roastable.”

“I’m never coming back here,” he muttered, following you to the door.

You held it open for him. “You’ll be back next week. You still owe me tea.”

He grumbled something about poor life choices but didn’t argue.

As you walked through the hall, he fell into step beside you, his expression unreadable.

“…They’re not bad,” he said eventually. “Your students.”

You smiled. “I’ll take that as high praise.”

He nodded once, then — just as you reached the hallway fork toward Heartslabyul — he paused.

“…You really don’t give me extra credit?”

You gave him a long, slow look.

Then burst out laughing. “Oh, Riddle.”

He scowled but couldn’t quite hide the tiny smile at the corners of his mouth.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[akisteahouse]

hehe. he. are you ok with. polyamory? (I couldn’t find any rules about it </3)

IF SO… Azurido x reader…? Reader who ships them and halfway through they’re like “wait but they’re kinda…” maybe ? or maybe three way academic rivals.

IF NOT(which is totally ok!) more goldfish mer!Riddle. I still think about it a lot.

Thinking about poly! Riddle Rosehearts and Azul Ashengrotto…

Riddle Rosehearts! Who, as part of the VDC committee, often butted heads with Octavinelle’s Housewarden, during meetings where the octomer so obviously cared more about making maximum profits rather than organising the event according to the rules, with those stupid money-hungry blue-grey eyes of his, and his idiotically greedy hands which adjusted his glasses ever so often(every third sales pitch), fingertips lightly brushing against its frame… what? That was the appropriate amount of attention he ought to be paying to his fellow housewarden!

Who stayed back cleaning ranting to you after every meeting, complaining about Azul’s antics, eyes briefly torn away from the desk he was viciously wiping down at the sound of your laugh, when he’d seen you mid-laugh, saying something along the lines of ‘you two bicker like an old married couple’, noticing the way your eyes crinkled at the corners, how your laughter was like sweet music to his ears. Face flushing an interesting shade of ruby red, all the way to the tips of his ears, invisible steam practically coming out from them, before quickly getting back to work before you could notice - oh dear. How did he never notice it before? Was this what Cater called a love triangle??

Azul Ashengrotto! Who had been attempting for a while now to get Riddle to reconsider the layouts and amount of stalls for the VDC to no avail - nothing at all is going through his thick head, he’d later lament to himself, after getting his proposal rejected for the nth time. But still, there definitely were things to admire from the dorm head of Heartslabyul - his strict adherence to the rules(though a bit idiotic at times, Azul admitted), his willingness to take care of his dorm mates(how could he not, after seeing Riddle help those freshmen with their studies free of charge at the library too many times to count), the way he blushed red all the way to his ears when you flustered him… wait, what?

Who deduced that you would be more knowledgeable about his little… problem than the Leeches and seeked out your help after a meeting, promising you a favour if you helped him figure out why his face burned and throat hitched every time Riddle spoke to him, only for you to actively laugh in his face after he’d explained the symptoms of what clearly was a serious illness! This was no laughing matter! Choking on his own saliva when you told him he was in love, pink tinting his cheeks as you made fun of him for not realising sooner. Head working overtime as if those symptoms meant he was in love with Rosehearts, then… casting you a quick gaze, before his cheeks burned yet again. “Ahem, but is it possible to be… in love with more than one person at once?”

Poly! Azurido who, as a couple, argued about many things - the proper time to sleep(because Azul was a workaholic at heart and worked until midnight more times than you and Riddle would’ve liked), cuddling positions(in which the two wanted little spoon but neither wanted to admit it), where weekly dates would be held(Heartslabyul for tea parties within the three of you, the Monstro Lounge for anniversary’s and dinner dates), but if there was one thing the two of them definitely agreed on, it would be loving you, and they wouldn’t have it any other way :)

[shoukokus]

hello!!! it's my first time requesting so is it alright if I can request the reader who was raised and trained to be a black widow from marvel

gn reader pls, idk if u have seen or watched marvel so if you want further details lmk!! but the one detail I want u to include (as angst ofc) is that black widows do ANYTHING for information since they are professional spies and assassins. (they are taken when they are like really young btw so like black widows, they don't got a childhood).

I gotchu, and I wrote this with an already established relationship with them in mind!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is shocked, to say the least, if not a little saddened

It was like his own childhood turned up a thousand notches. At least his mother never made him kill someone

He knows that, in a new world, you have no reason to continue that life and wants more than anything to give you a new start

Frankly he doesn't want to know what you've had to do in the past, that was another life and world ago

You can truly bond with him based on wild childhood expectations and lack of a normal experience

He'll be there every step of the way to make you feel okay again, you don't need to be a Widow anymore

Leona Kingscholar

Immediately tells you never to talk about it again, but not for the reason you may think

He's royalty. How would that look if everyone figured out his significant other was an assassin?? You'd be put on trial, and your whole relationship would be undermined

He knows you aren't here to hurt him, or get information, or even get money. He knows it because he knows you. The you that had been trying so hard to fit in Twisted Wonderland, be normal

Doesn't ever want you to have to use those skills again, but he's not going to discourage it, if that makes sense? It gives him some peace that you aren't helpless

Isn't going to judge you either, he knows how shady high society can be

If you ever have to be a Widow again, just make sure he's in on it, okay?

Azul Ashengrotto

Has frankly no idea what to do when he finds out

Is this marketable?? Can you make money like this? Wait no, he quickly feels bad about thinking that, but he doesn't know what else to think of it

Just sits you down and asks you to explain everything, and listens very quietly

You tell him that you had to do things in your previous world, things you aren't proud of, that haunt you

After telling him about your childhood, or lack thereof, he brings you into a suffocatingly tight hug

You don't have to worry about any of that anymore, he's going to take care of you from now on

Kalim Al-Asim

Similar to Leona, Kalim says that it needs to be kept secret

Look, he's a ray of sunshine and generally unconcerned, but he's had his fair share of assassins. He knows what they do and what they're about

No, he isn't worried about your past, but some people around him might be

But you're the one he wants around the most!

Kalim isn't really going to understand anything you tell him, just the big picture, so if you're looking for some comfort about specific things like not having a childhood, you'll have to tell him. You just need love!

You have his support for a lifetime, and anything you need will be yours as you find new footing

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is very rarely left shocked, but here he is

What on EARTH do you mean you were a trained assassin?

After the initial bomb drop, he sits you down to talk like Azul, and allows you to just say everything you wanted to say

It's certainly... jarring to learn about it, but he's strangely calm. I mean, if you had wanted to kill him or take something from him, you would have done it by now right?

He does very briefly wonder if you were after something, but as he looks into your eyes, full of unshed tears and shear hurt... those thoughts stop

You wanted to begin anew, but could no longer keep the past from your lover, and he could work with that

Idia Shroud

Idia kind of wonders if you're like a cool movie character, then realizes you're being serious. This ACTUALLY happened to you

Honestly though? After hearing everything, the full truth, he doesn't feel any differently about you

His family has been doing the underworld's dirty work for some time. HE'S done things he wants to take back

Idia's only real concern is if you still feel the same way about him, that it wasn't just an act...

When you assure him that nothing you've done in Twisted Wonderland has been as a Widow, the relief is visible on his face

You share a tight, warm hug as you both agree to move forward together in peace and honesty

Malleus Draconia

At first, I don't think he'd think much of it. I mean, his country had gone through wars and espionage

It was like that for you, he guesses

Then he starts to see how it affects you. Your mannerisms, your habits, and your fears. It cuts him deeply

You must have had a terribly lonely life like he did, right? Not knowing warmth until you met other people, kind people

He just wants to hold you and never let go after those thoughts crossed his mind. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do anymore, and he isn't concerned about you doing that to him

As his significant other, anything like that will be taken care of for you, not by you

[merakiui]

Mera, are you aware of the old horror movie/book Misery?  Lately, I’ve been thinking of a scenario of that with Dr Riddle. 

Imagine Dr Riddle Rosehearts is famous for his innovative surgery methods for removing clots in the liver and lungs.  Only, he hasn’t quite managed the same breakthrough on the heart.  Its hard to conquer the heart.  And quite honestly, he is sick of it.  All of it.  He never really wanted to go into this sort of exploratory medicine but his mother pushed him into it.  And now people expect things from him.  Things he isn’t sure he can deliver.  And…well, he’d rather just run away from it all.

Driving at night deep in the mountains, snow starts to fall gently.  Riddle isn’t familiar with this area or the roads.  He’d picked a way at random.  He was distracted by the call he’d made to his mother to tell her he resigned from his position at the hospital.  She’d had a few things to say about it.  That was putting it mildly.  They’d fought for at least an hour with Mother insisting Riddle return home immediately so she could lesson him properly on his duty and place.  He’d refused.  Now, here he is, driving recklessly through an unknown mountain range going nowhere but away. 

Suddenly, a tumble of rock, snow and greenery side across the road; a landslide.  Riddle slams on the brakes but his tires hit sleek ice on the roads and his car turns sideways before careening off the road and down the mountain.  Riddle briefly remembers the trunk of the tree approaching his windshield at an alarming rate before he didn’t remember anything at all.

When he awakens, Riddle is overwhelmed by pain.  His leg hurts, his back hurts, basically all of him hurts but mostly the leg.  He opens his eyes and is surprised to find himself in bed and not wedged behind the wheel of his ruined car in some death-trap valley on a mountainside.  He takes measure of his pain and notes his leg is indeed in poor condition.  He can’t see it underneath a heavy wrapped bandage, but his medical knowledge tells him it is at least sprained but mostly likely worse.  Taking in the bandage, Riddle appraises he’s had at least rudimentary medical attention.  It was nicely wrapped for a non-medical setting.

Then there is a knock at the door and reader arrives.  You greet the startled Doctor warmly and scold him to hold still while you examine his injury.  Riddle watches you carefully as you unwrap the injury (its gruesome), question him on his condition and then skillfully rewrap it in a fresh bandage.  You are trained at this.  When Dr Riddle questions you, you helpfully supply that you were once a nurse.  You’d learned the skill to care for a dear family member but they died of a blood clot in the heart. 

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Riddle can’t help but be bitterly reminded of his own research and failure in the subject.  It appears you were thinking the same thing because then you shyly question if he isn’t THE Dr Riddle Rosehearts whose groundbreaking research provided new methods into improving outcomes in blood clot patients.  Riddle is startled.  He hadn’t expected to meet anyone with such in-depth knowledge of him and his work in a place like this.  Just who are you? 

You smile shyly at him and introduce yourself.  You are Nurse [Name], well, former nurse.  You had a relative with severe heart issues that inspired you to go into the field.  You’d paid special attention to lectures on heart-related treatments and experimental research in case it could help your relative.  Eventually, your relative got sick enough that you left the hospital to move to this remote mountainside and be their personal nurse.  They hadn’t survived.  Riddle tries to offer some shallow sympathy for your departed loved one but you wave him off.  You’ve moved past that and only hope that someday there will be a treatment so no one else has to needlessly lose someone they care about.  Then you look pointedly at Riddle.

Riddle doesn’t meet your eyes.  He knows what you mean, what you expect.  He is the great Dr Rosehearts and everyone thinks he can solve anything.  But he can’t.  And he doesn’t want to try anymore.  You smile sadly at his dismissal and tell him he might feel differently tomorrow.  Tomorrow?  Why can’t he leave today?  You laugh at his city sensibilities.  Who do you think is coming out to the end of nowhere to clear that road?  It will be a few weeks at least before anyone can leave this cabin.  Plus…you trail off and gesture to his leg.  Yes, it appears Riddle will be your guest for some time.

There isn’t a lot to do when you are bedridden with a broken foot.  Riddle read a few books you’d offered him, avoiding the medical journals you not so subtly mixed in, and listened to the radio.  Sometimes, you’d stop in and chat with him.  He enjoyed your lively conversation until the topic ultimately worked its way around to his abandoned research, which it always seemed to do.  Riddle never wanted to think about medicine again.  ‘But couldn’t you though?’ you always seemed to prod. 

He avoided the topic quite doggedly until the day arrived that the stack of reading material you offered him contained ONLY medical journals.  Riddle looked at you crossly and declared you to be as controlling as his mother in a snide voice.  You merely smiled darkly at him and departed the room, leaving him to his reading.  He tried to resist by humming songs to himself and gazing at the scrap of sky he could see out the bedroom window from his post in bed but before long he succumbed to boredom and reached for the journals.  When you arrived with his midday meal, you left him with lavish praise and a bowl of warm soup.  Riddle was loath to admit how both nourished him.

One day, you arrived and were very pleased to discover that Riddle had made an important breakthrough on his research.  It was just an idea he’d come up with while reading the numerous medical journals you’d left him, but it was progress.  You are so certain that your Dr Rosehearts is on the verge of solving this important issue.  You told him so confidently.  “Surely not,” Riddle replies and gestures to his leg.  It has been some time since the accident and the once broken limb is now barely wrapped with a light support for the ankle.  “I recall you said the road would be cleared by spring and my leg is clearly improved.”  You look at him aghast as he softly mutters, “I should be able to leave soon.”

He was right.  You could see it clearly.  Your Dr Rosehearts, leaving your cozy nest and flying far far away from you and his important research.  You can’t allow it.  If all that kept him here with you was a healing leg, well, that can be taken care of. 

When Riddle next awakens, he fights to push away the unpleasant memories.  You.  The sledgehammer.  His mangled leg and the pain.  So much pain.  The door is pushed open, and you merrily walk in with a tray holding a dish of oatmeal on top.  You greet him so warmly and wish him a very pleasant morning.  Then you spoon feed him his breakfast as tears roll down his ruddy cheeks.  You’ll be back later to hear about the important research you are doing together.  You pat the stack of journals meaningfully before you depart. 

Riddle ponders briefly which will be more likely for him to escape; the hated research or his loving caretaker/jailer?

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OMG.

OH EM GEE!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

RENDY-A, YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!! Sending an entire fic basically??!?!?! I LOVE THIS!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!! This was such a treat to read. Dr. Riddle becoming the trapped one, at the mercy of the obsessed nurse!darling, based on Misery..... very delicious. Coercing him to finish his research, slowly but surely forcing him into it day by day as he remains bedridden. From giving him the option to choose the medical journals to ultimately rescinding that privilege and now it's the only reading material he's allowed. Riddle telling you you're just like his mother and all you manage is a smile!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA OTL

He's going to remain your patient indefinitely. Maybe you'll let him go once the both of you finish your research, but that won't be for a long time. :)

[karaageandtarts]

Introduction to Corwin Théière!

Bio |

Age: 17

Birthday: May 19th (Taurus)

Height: 154 cm (Five feet, zero inches)

Hair Color: Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Lilac

Dominant Hand: Right

Hometown: Queendom of Roses

Species: Mouse Beastman

School/General |

Grade/Class: Sophomore, Class 2-B (No. 18)

Club: Moutain Lover's Club.

Best Subject: Flight

Unique Magic: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Lat. Gives the user the ability to float during a descent, making the fall gentler. Additional weight and it's distribution affects the speed that one descends.

Hobbies: Origami

Pet Peeves: People shouting

Favorite Food: Sponge cake

Least Favodite Food: Tea with honey

Talent: Running

Twusted from Alice in Wonderland's dormmouse, Corwin Théière is a second year who's life at NRC began as Riddle Rosehearts' roomate and Spade suit. Admittedly, they both held hope they would get along, but Riddle then became Housewarden and showed his more... volatile colors. Corwin is an avoidant person with strict likes and dislikes— many of them clashing with Riddle's. He was often missing from the lineup when meetings were called, slipping away with little notice and finding a place to slack off elsewhere, falling asleep in the process. A lot of the time, he'll go for the easiest option that takes less work, which is how he ends up in events. Other's would describe him as someone who's always looking for a way to back out.

He's quiet and mild-mannered to other's faces, getting things done with a little ushering from their end. In truth, he can be just as irritable as Riddle, and just as harsh. Certain things he holds seemingly meaningless resentment over— tea with honey, mustard, even the color yellow— cannot be enjoyed, even by others. Heartslabyul's yellow mugs and ingredients used to go missing an awful lot!

People who he finds irritating may find the belongings missing and stashed behind drawers, or crumpled up at the bottom of the stairway, unaware of when they'd even lost track of it in the first place.

This behavior has been going long before he enrolled into Night Raven College, and it's... kind of miserable, to be honest. So, after Riddle's overblot, he approaches him under the guise of being old roommates, and proposes a friendship between them— openly using the word friend, which is famously shyed away from at NRC. They're both quick to realize they're not actually... very compatible, at least on the surface. They both stubbornly cling to seeing this friendship go through, though. (Yes, his plan is to get over his dislikes and flaws by hanging around Riddle, lol)

Throughout the books:

Corwin is only mentioned once in Book 1, when Che'nya points out that the group should find Trey— and if they have time, a mouse beastman who used to be his roomie, too. (They fail to find him, though. Slacker.) He's sort of introduced in Book 2, since by then, he and Riddle have begun their friendship, and they're found together before Riddle groups up to go investigate the incidents. Corwin is also briefly considered for Trey's position on the Spelldrive time, where his affinity for running, and the track award he won the year prior when he used to be in the Track Club, is brought up. He shuts it down immediately, though, and the original proposal from Book 2 is made. He participates in Leona's Overblot, as Ruggie’s classmate and considering what he already pulls at the dorm, he's actually one of the first to catch on, though he thinks their motives are evetter than the ones he uses. He also pulls away bystanders lol.

In Book 4, Corwin is seen showing reluctance to go home, but brushes it off as merely not enjoying the environment at home.

In Book 6, Corwin follows a little further from Trey and Cater, greeting Riddle separately. They actually have a more in-depth conversation during the timeskip.

In Book 7, he attends Lilia's farewell party with everyone else. His dream is before Riddle's, (sorry Trey) and for fun, it dips it's toes a little into the "horror" aspect that Riddle's dream has, kind of like a warning.

Relationships |

Nicknames: Cor-cor (Cater), Monsieur Bystander (Rook), Lil' Minnow (Floyd)

Notable Relationships:

Riddle: Corwin is often seen silently trailing after Riddle, if not quietly engaging in casual conversation with him and him alone (he doesnt like crowds)— to be honest, neither of them know what being 'friends' actually entails.. eventually, they do become rather comfortable around each other!! Subconsciously, Riddle does a lot of hand/wrist holding/pulling whenever they're together, kind of like a reminder for him not to run off.

Trey: There's something weird going on between them. The Mad Hatter and the Dormmouse— besides the fact that Corwin technically being Riddle's "first" friend made Trey exceptionally nervous, especially with how out of the blue it felt, they get along quite well. Corwin's second favorite treat ever are jams— so he's good for taste testing, as long as tea with honey is never brought up to wash it down. He knows about Corwin's dislike of mustard too, and it's become a really weird game of pranks on Corwin, a lot of the time using Paint the Roses.

Cater: Fake hates Fake, I guess. Cater's a lot more observant— and is good at reading Corwin an awful lot. After a confrontation under the mask of a teasing upperclassman, Cater has been subject to a lot of sabotages— including that one time Corwin just straight up dumped an entire jug of lemonade over his head.

Che'nya: Corwin's least favorite person BY FAR. Cheshire Cat is the Dormmouse— and Corwin has a Jamil-esque phobia of cats. While Che'nya has seen him more than once, they're properly introduced to each other when, during an Unbirthday Party, Che'nya suddenly appeared and grabbed Corwin by the shoulders. Corwin jumped from his seat and bolted across the lawn.

Ruggie: Corwin's classmate, they often pair up for class assignments together. While he's a slacker, Ruggie’s already familiar with this type of person, and he appreciates the fact that Corwin is marginally easier to get going than, say, a certain lion. Corwin's also helped him with a few chores once or twice, just on the fact that it gives him an excuse for missing out on dorm chores, and has good tips on mending.

Jade: Corwin's Clubmate... and his... classmate-in-law? Not only do they intersect when it comes to Riddle, but Corwin decides to quit the Track Club after his first year and picks up the Mountain Lover's Club— hoping he could simply skip meetings. And he got away with it, until Riddle started getting on his ass for it. Jade’s fascinated by Corwin's behavior, and desperately wants to know what makes him tick. While they're able to be cordial, it often takes a nosedive when Jade starts poking.

Lilia: Lilia is another person who's able to activate Corwin's more skittish behavior, constantly finding him in his hiding spots and spooking him. He's fun to tease!!

Gallery: Corwin's sprite, Coffin and Groovy Candy |

[itadoraki]

Mother's Day.🌹

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Night Raven Colle Leaders x R.femele

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Mother's Day with the leaders of the Twisted-Wonderland dormitories, their wives and their children (who inherited their appearance and personality)

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Riddle Rosehearts - Heartslabyul

The garden of Riddle's house bloomed perfectly, each flower meticulously cared for as he taught. On this Mother's Day, he prepared a royalty-worthy afternoon tea for his wife - from the dishes to the bouquet of red roses. Next to him, his son, with the same vivid red hair and a stern look, helped arrange the sweets on the table.

"Everything is perfectly symmetrical, Dad," said the boy, proud.

Riddle smiled briefly. "Your mother deserves perfection."

When she arrived, she was received with reverence, but also with affection. The son recited a poem he wrote himself, full of rhythmic rules and impeccable metrics - clearly son of Riddle. And for the first time that month, Riddle relaxed, holding his wife's hand and kissing her gratefully. "You taught me that love can also be flexible. Thank you for that."

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Leona Kingscholar - Savanaclaw

In the heat of the desert, Leona and her family spent the holiday in a tribal village in her homeland. Her wife was sitting on an embroidered carpet while her son - a mini Leona, with the same bored look and disheveled hair - trained with the other young people under the scorching sun.

Leona, leaning in the shade, watched everything with a half smile. When the boy hit a perfect kick, he ran to his mother with a necklace of teeth that he had made himself. "Happy Mother's Day."

Leona's wife stroked her face proudly, and he approached, resting his head on her lap. "I don't even look like the king of laziness with you two around... You are my sun."

The son, suspicious like his father, grumbled: "That was too romantic, dad."

Leona laughed. "It was only today. Special day."

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Ashengrotto Blue - Octavinelle

The family restaurant, in underwater style, was closed to the public - reserved only for the celebration. Azul had organized a five-star dinner for his wife, entitled to presentations of his twin children - two mini-Azuls with glasses, calculating smiles and secret plans hidden in their pockets.

"We present: the 10 reasons why mom is the best in the world!" Said the boys, with a magic hologram dancing in the background.

Azul's wife laughed enchanted, with a glow of pride. Azul, with his cheeks flushed, delivered a box of jewelry from the bottom of the sea. "You gave me everything I never imagined: genuine love. Not even a magical contract could overcome this."

She smiled and kissed her forehead. "You're a better man, Azul."

The twins whispered to each other: "Mom Plan 2.0: total success."

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Kalim Al-Asim – Scarabia

Kalim turned the entire palace into a celebration. Petals of flowers, exotic food, music and joy - it was Scarabia-style Mother's Day. He danced with his wife in the middle of the hall, laughing like a child.

"Did you do all this for me?" She asked, laughing.

"Of course! You are the queen of my life!"

Kalim's son, a bright and effusive little boy, brought a tray of sweets that he helped make himself - and knocked down almost everything on the way. "Mommy! I made one... oh, I almost did!"

She hugged him affectionately and Kalim laughed. "Just like me: more enthusiasm than coordination."

But at night, when there were only the three of them under the stars, Kalim held her hand and whispered: "I never thought I would have such a happy family. You made it happen."

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Vil Schoenheit - Pomefiore

Vil prepared an exquisite brunch on a flowery terrace with a magazine-worthy photo shoot. His wife was stunning, and he made sure that all the cameras captured her beauty. Her son - a young reflection of Vil, with well-combed hair and critical expression - posed naturally next to her.

"Posture, mom. Elegance!", said the boy, perfectly imitating his father.

Vil laughed with the pride of an artist who sees his masterpiece alive. "You trained him well," she commented.

"I just showed the mirror. He saw the best."

After the photos, Vil delivered a little box with a lipstick made especially for her, with his wife's name engraved in gold. "You showed me that true beauty is being present. And you always were."

She smiled. "You too. With true love."

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Idia Shroud - Ignihyde

The setting was a dark room full of LED screens and holograms programmed especially by Idia and her son - a more talkative version of him, with burning blue hair and an even bigger hoodie.

"Welcome to our Mother's Day 3.0!", shouted the boy, excited.

Idia's wife entered, surprised by the digital tribute. Avatars flew around her with sweet messages and animations of family moments. Idia, nervous, appeared in the corner of the room, trying to disguise the blush.

"I didn't know what to give, so... I coded our story," he said.

She was moved by the details. "You gave me everything: a home, an incredible son and... this heart you thought you didn't have."

The son whispered: "Daddy crying? Status: unlocked."

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Malleus Draconia - Diasomnia

At the top of a tower surrounded by magical fog, Malleus waited with his family. The castle seemed to have come out of a dark fairy tale, and his wife arrived wrapped in an enchanted dress made by himself. The son, a small version of the dragon prince, with intense green eyes and mystical aura, held a flower made of magical flames.

"For you, mom. A flower that never withers, like daddy's love."

Malleus smiled, a rarity that melts even the oldest cold. "You brought light into my world... and gave me an heir who carries our fire."

The night ended with a flight through the skies - he carrying his wife and son on his back transformed into a dragon, under the full moon. A dark fairy tale, but full of tenderness.

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[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me Crossover

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Part Two

A/n: I had fun writing this one! Please enjoy! A few reminders: - Yuki is the default name in Obey Me! - NO pairing yet, It will be implied, but not explicitly displayed. - this will be divided into chapters, It will be considered a one-shot/non-series since I'm not doing different Points of view like how I do series. - Updates will be a bit slow - Credits: The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers and Official Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland art. Masterlist

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His brothers, however…

“Ack!” A grunt can be heard from behind them, the man with indigo-colored hair glared at the other with white hair. The box with fragile necessities on the floor. “Hey! Careful!” one student said to the two guys who were basically hovering over him. “I—I’m sorry!” Leviathan squeaked, smacking Mammon, who was laughing at him. “It’s your fault!” he screeched. Mammon, grunting from the smack, retaliated with a smack to Leviathan’s head. “You were the one blockin the way!” he protested, sparking a pointless fight between the two of them.

Trey feels an odd sense of Déjà vu when he also heard arguing from outside, most likely Deuce and Ace.

"Why are there students slacking?" a commanding voice thundered, cutting through the air like a whip. Lucifer was about to scold his brothers, but it seemed whoever spoke had already silenced them.

“What’s going on? Why are there suddenly so many students?” Riddle asked, displeasure clear in his glare directed at the four brothers. “Riddle,” Trey called out, glancing over as he finished preparing the cake mold and placed it in the oven. “These are new transfer students from another dorm.”

“I don’t see why they’re here,” he says, crossing his arms, noticing the gray color of the uniform, similar to yours. “Are you prefect’s dorm mates?” he asked.

Lucifer nods. “Greetings, we apologize for the intrusion, We’re still currently navigating how the usage of the mirrors is, and accidentally stumbled inside.” He briefly, Riddle's anger dissipated, impressed by the man's articulate speech—a rarity among freshmen and even senior students. “My brother had thrashed around the kitchen and we’re trying to keep everything in order and back in place” Lucifer added, an apron draped on his shoulder since he was tasked to knead the dough.

Riddle hums in approval, "As long as everything is wrapped up before the event begins, you may stay for the unbirthday party."

“Thank you” Lucifer nods as he barks orders to the two who were just standing stupidly. “What are your names?” Riddle asked, these new students didn’t even look like students, they looked rather mature for their ages.

"You can call me Lucifer," he said, gesturing to the two figures behind him. "These are Mammon and Leviathan." He then placed a hand on Beelzebub, who was sitting on the floor due to the counter being too small for him. "And this is Beelzebub."

"What peculiar names," he remarked, noting the names that seemed to echo those of demons. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at Lucifer, but he chose not to press further. "Riddle Rosehearts," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucifer. I trust that the Prefect is managing well with the influx of new transferees?"

Lucifer smiles uncharacteristically soft as he takes the hand, shaking it firmly “They’re doing their best, I appreciate their efforts in making us feel at home here” he adds, adding a good word for you since you are Yuki’s friend. Meanwhile, Trey’s brows furrow in concern as he gazes at the charred remnants of the cookies, his frustration evident. Unaware of the looming figure behind him, he remains focused on the mishap, oblivious to the conversation unfolding between Riddle and Lucifer.

“I can eat those,” Beelzebub speaks causing Trey to jump back, “you scared me!” he says, placing the trey back down. “No, it’s not good for you to eat something almost looking like a charcoal.” “It’s okay” Beelzebub ignored the concern and plucked a burnt cookie from the tray. With a satisfied hum, he bit into it, clearly enjoying the taste. “Even if it’s burnt, it’s surprisingly good,” he said, savoring the flavor. Trey’s eyes widened in disbelief however a small smile formed on his lips. “You’re weird,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Just hope you don’t get a stomachache for what you’re doing, you can eat the failed batches then,” he says, turning around as Beelzebub cheers slightly at the approval for him to inhale whatever is left.

The faint scent of metal and ethanol filled the laboratory. Crewel’s class had never been this interesting before, that student, Satan, was it? is impressively adept, seamlessly applying the concepts he’d been taught. As the class progressed to potion creation, Satan stood out. Among all the students, he was the only one who managed to create a perfectly balanced intermediate-level potion.

“You’re good” he compliments him, currently, Satan was paired with you, the prefect, and you were starting to get confused while you mixed the cauldron, Grim who was banned temporarily from the laboratory was outside, banging the door screaming that he wants in!

"Thank you," Satan said with a smile, dropping another ingredient into the cauldron. The liquid inside shifted from a deep purple to a bright, shimmering yellow. Crewel's eyes sparkled with delight as he observed the transformation, his gaze fixed on the potion’s vibrant hue. “Would you consider staying on as my assistant?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. Satan lifted the stirring stick, examining the potion’s consistency with a nod.

“I don’t think I could have such a title,” Satan says, “I appreciate the offer though” he says as he stares at the cauldron before looking back to Crewel,  “Although can I try a few more experiments after classes?” he asks, and crewel can see it, the hunger for knowledge, he smiles “Certainly, if you’d like that” You, who have been quietly observing, look visibly shocked. “Wait, are you sure, Satan?” you ask, a hint of dread in your voice. The thought of spending more hours with the sadistic professor feels overwhelming.

“Why not?” Satan responds with a grin, “we got a few weeks to see everything after all”

“You’re temporary students?” Crewel asked, sitting down on the teacher’s table who was still fairly close to where Satan and you were working on the laboratory experiment. “Yes, it’s a bit confidential to speak about our predicament currently.”  Satan adds which Crewel almost rolled his eyes for. “Crowley is certainly unprofessional, never giving a heads up on extra students.” Making Satan chuckle. “I can’t speak for the other students, but I do agree. A proper introduction to the professors would have been appreciated.”

“Yuki!” Asmodeus squealed as the cauldron erupted, sending a cloud of steam and debris into the air. Satan whipped his head towards the direction of the screech, eyes widening in alarm. you look back as the other students’ murmur, after the fog dissipates, leaving nothing but a pink sheep.

“Students out now” Crewel instructed as he covers his nose. Despite your reluctance to leave, the other students quickly gathered around you, pulling you away from the scene, leaving Yuki, Satan and Asmodeus inside with Crewel.

Asmodeus clung to the fully transformed Yuki with tears glistening in his eyes. Yuki emitted a soft baas in response. “Get away for a second pup" he murmured, gently cupping Yuki's fluffy cheeks. Yuki nuzzled into his hand, seemingly content with the touch. “Satan, can you create a concoction to revert this pup back?” Satan who already was checking the textbook, flipping furiously on the book, “I’m on it” “You, pup,” he snapped, pointing his whip at Asmodeus. “You’re fortunate this potion is harmless and temporary.” His glare was sharp as he addressed the pretty boy, who merely pouted in response.

“I’m sorry!” Asmodeus protested. “I didn’t anticipate that adding more mandrake roots would make the whole thing explode!”

“Enough,” he cut him off. “Just keep an eye on them until Satan and I can reverse the effects.” Ignoring any further protests from Asmodeus, he turned away, leaving the pretty boy to follow his orders.

Yuki despite getting turned into a sheep noticed that a certain brother was missing, they looked Yuki, now transformed into a sheep, noticed the absence of one of their brothers. With a distressed baa and energetic leaps, Yuki attempted to signal Asmodeus, who was gently holding them.

Asmodeus, puzzled by the continuous baaing, rubbed Yuki’s head in an effort to soothe them. "What’s wrong, sweetie?" he asked, his confusion growing as he tried to decipher the frantic bleats. While he could use his magic to understand their message, doing so in the presence of the two individuals working on their concoction might cause disruption. Instead, he hoped that he could make sense of Yuki’s urgent baaing without drawing unwanted attention.

“Belphegor?” he blurts out, the way they looked at him usually means trouble.  “Oh yeah” Asmodeus looks around, “Where is Belphegor?”

At that moment, Belphegor was walking, rubbing his eyes as he yawned, it was starting to get harder to stop his sleepiness when he’s not in Devildom, the protection that Diavolo had given the brothers so that their sins don’t intensify wavered when the barrier is nonexistent here. “I can’t just sleep here…” he murmured to himself. Although he was confident in his ability to fend off any potential threats, allowing himself to drift off in such an unfamiliar place would be reckless.

 As he wandered through the serene, beautifully landscaped botanical garden, he noticed a peculiar sight. An enigmatic figure lounged beneath a parasol, seemingly out of place in the midst of the garden’s natural splendor. Belphegor couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would choose to rest under a parasol when surrounded by lush greenery and protection from the rays of the sun? The scene struck him as oddly serene, an incongruity that only added to his sense of disorientation.

Well… whatever, Belphegor strides gentle steps toward the figure before he feels his sin take over him as he passes out.

  “Urgh” Leona jolts, feeling an equally hard body slam on his chest. “What the hell?” he stirs up, scratching his head. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing” Leona glared down at the figure, who was sleeping like a log the moment he flopped on him. Leona gripped his shoulders, trying to shake the man awake “Hey” he called him out but to no avail, the man was not stirring, he tried to push him off but he realized that the guy was heavy, but how? Leona was sure he was not weak so he's not sure how this man could crush his weight down without Leona flinging him away. Deciding it’s not worth wasting his energy for, he sighs before using the man as a blanket instead, slowly drifting into sleep. “…eona” “Leona!”

Leona jolted awake; his glare sharp as he registered yet another interruption to his rest. As expected, it was Ruggie. “What is it?” he grunted, adjusting his position. Without realizing it, he instinctively pulled Belphegor up from his abdomen to rest against his chest. This unexpected move left Ruggie looking utterly bewildered.

“What is that? Or who is that” He asked immediately, leaning down to see if it really was a man and not a blanket. “I didn’t know you had a lover, Leona” Ruggie said, pleasantly surprised. “But did you really need to have them cut a class or something?” he says, feigning disappointment, the glare intensified as he closes his eyes, “Stop messing around and get this herbivore off me already” he says, trying to push the man once again but Belphegor remains still like a rock.

“You can’t even push him off you” Ruggie sighed as he grabbed the pillow instead, “Do you think I’d stand a chance?” the moment the pillow moved Belphegor stirs awake, causing Ruggie to jump back.

“Oh” Belphegor stared up to whoever’s chest he was sleeping at only to see a displeased lion, “Get off” Leona ordered sternly, Belphegor who didn’t catch on the anger that the lion showed, slowly moved off, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, I was just so sleepy,” he says almost as if he wasn’t asking for a death wish for sleeping on Leona. “You’re quite bold Hervibore” he remarks, annoyed by it as he relaxes on the couch “Leave, go rest somewhere else this spot is taken” Leona goes back to sleep as Belphegor nods, eyes drifting down to Ruggie who seemed to be cautious of him. “Don’t you have your own sleeping quarters?” he asked

“Why would we have those? This is a university” he remarks, unless this stranger was talking about dormitories, which should have been explained to them already, he stares at the half-buttoned uniform, Ruggie sighs as he buttons Belphegor’s shirt properly, noticing the grayish color of his uniform. “This is new, what color is this dormitory from?” “Ramshackle,” Belphegor asked monotonely, “Oh?” Ruggie’s interest was piqued as he laughed “That’s interesting, is Prefect the housewarden?” he teased but didn’t expect Belphegor to actually be serious.

“I guess you can say that,” he says almost nonchalantly as Ruggie freezes. “You were serious?” Leona growls, turning away from the noisy herbivores, “You two talk somewhere else,” he growls out, annoyed, “Someone’s tryna sleep here”

“Has that guy always been like that?” Belphegor says, thinking of dragging the guy off to the floor cause of how bossy he was, it reminds him of a certain eldest brother. “Don’t mind him, that’s his usual demeanor” Ruggie shakes his head, “well since you’re a junior at Ramshackle, I’ll show you hospitality” he says, as he walks towards the white table that was just a few feet away from Leona, Belphegor moved slowly, sitting down on the chair as Ruggie sits on the opposite side. “I’ve got some extra grub from the cafeteria,” Ruggie says, sliding a freshly made steamed taco across the table, Belphegor who stares at it at first then hears his stomach grumbling as he grabs it. “Thank you” he says as he already starts munching on it.

You might be wondering what made Ruggie so unusually nice right now? Well, the moment he touched the pillows, he felt how godly soft it was, the fabric was obviously not cheap. This guy was new, but he didn’t care whatever story he had, he just knows that he’s loaded, with how he handles himself, someone as careless as him wouldn’t be poor.

“No problem! It’s always nice to help a junior out” he quips as he sits down, relaxing immediately after a long day of work, Leona runs him ragged, but the compensation was pretty good as itself. He’s lucky to befriend the second prince.

“Why do you serve that guy?” Belphegor questions as he finishes eating the tacos fast, a little hum comes out of Ruggie as he stops eating midway through. “Leona helps me with stuff” he answers rather vaguely, he’s not the type to randomly just tell a stranger what his life was.

“It’s a give-and-take relationship then?” He tilts his head, he’s never heard of such a thing unless you call Yuki and his relationship like that from the first, Ruggie hums only, indicating that their conversation about his situation with Leona is over. “What about you?” Ruggie asked back, leaning closer to the guy as he boredly placed his chin on his palm, resting on it while he stared curiously at Belphegor.

“I doubt that out of nowhere the headmaster decided to just let students transfer in Night Raven College,” he adds “What makes you an exception?”

“I’m not the only one” he admits, yawning as he feels his sin causing him to feel sleepier than normal. “Is the one you speak of the bird man?” he tilts his head as he places his pillow on the table, fluffing it up as he nuzzles his pillow, while one of the reasons why he falls asleep everywhere, it also helps with him prolonging his time of wake. Hearing Ruggie snort at the unusual nickname he composes himself a bit before nodding. “Yeah, that’s the headmaster” he confirms, noticing that the other was starting to sleep again “You really are a perpetual napper” Belphegor who tried to blink his sleepiness away yawns, “Well, all I know is that my brothers…” His voice begins to trail off as his eyelids grow heavier. “They’re the ones you should ask about these things,” he murmurs before drifting off into slumber.

Ruggie stares at him for a second before standing up, unconsciously not making a sound as he walks towards Leona. “Leona” he calls out to him as he pokes the guy, causing him to growl. “What?” he didn’t bother prying his eyes open. “What is it?” he grumbled, barely bothering to acknowledge Ruggie's presence.

“I’m curious about these guys,” Ruggie said, his arms crossed and his voice a hushed whisper, as though Belphegor, who lay sprawled beneath the sun like a cat taking a nap, might somehow overhear.

Leona turned away with a scowl. “How is that my problem?” he grumbled.

Ruggie hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if Ramshackle's dorm has enough players, they might actually participate in the spell drive competition.”

“So?” he huffs, still not relenting “We can beat them up as usual, plus, the herbivore could barely support any of their teammates that time,”

“The guy’s strong isn’t he?” he points out, grinning mischievously, “You couldn’t even push him off with all your strength,” he continues to poke at Leona’s pride “Who said his brothers aren’t as strong as he is?”

“You little…” he sighs, opening his eyes as he sits up, “You really know how to rile others up huh?” he grumbles, yawning “Fine, I’ll bite,” he relents, Ruggie’s face lights up with a grin, thrilled by Leona’s reluctant agreement. If Leona’s backing him up, he’s bound to uncover more about those wealthy brothers—more ka-ching for him!

He won’t admit that he’s also curious about what kind of students you’ll be taking in though.

Bonus:

Lucius jumped on Asmodeus’ arms the moment he used his sin on the little kitty, it was accidental! Especially when Satan ordered him to get a particular ingredient that was in the book called enchanter’s blossom, Crewel then said that it’ll be especially hard to attain it since while the Science Club had it, they never were able to harvest it due to it’s and Asmodeus quote “It only likes extremely gorgeous beings” and he thinks you know who fits the category. And so Asmodeus happily went to the botanical garden where they usually make such ingredients for any freakish potions the humans wanted to do. Asmodeus was especially admiring Crewel because not only was he handsome, but he’s also smart as well! Totally someone Asmodeus wanted to be acquainted with, such a shame that the guy seemed to be more curious about Satan than him. Talk about nerd-to-nerd interactions.

Back to the kitten in his arms, he didn’t expect it to jump to him when he was making his way inside. “Hi kitty” he coos, rubbing the feline’s chin who readily purred upon contact, a smile breaks into Asmodeus’ expression, while he wasn’t fond of cats because he didn’t like how they carry plenty of bacteria on them, he didn’t mind such a well-groomed, chubby kitty. “What’s your name hm?”

Before Lucius could even meow a response, an old man’s voice can be heard, sounding worried, “Lucius! Where are you, Lucius!” Trein called out worriedly, Asmodeus’ eyes darting back to the old man who went inside, seeing Lucius in the student’s arms. “Oh, thank the sevens” he sighs, walking close to Asmodeus as the cat jumps back into Trein’s arm. “Thank you so much for keeping Lucius,” he bows his head, causing Asmodeus to bow instinctively, the man gives off fatherly vibes that made Asmodeus not want to cause any disrespect to the guy. “You’re welcome!” he chirps, although it was a more restrained one.

“I have never seen you around here… what is your name young man?” Trein questions as Lucuis fixes his position, Asmodeus smiles rather charmingly which makes Trein realize how ethereal the young man is, he almost looks like another model. “My name’s Asmodeus, sir” he said, causing Trein’s eyes to widen, frozen in the spot as the grip on Lucius got tighter. “Asmodeus?” he choked out.

[heartsiebyul]

had an idea based on a this i just read a couple minutes ago looll

Second years wandering into ramshackle (for their own separate reasons ig..) but trans yuu doesnt have him binder on 😦😦 woah... so like letting them hang yknow? lmao, and its like after school and since its not healthy to keep a proper binder on for to long (possible breathing issues and more) yuu obviously takes it off once school is over!! so basically:

Second year's accidentally going to ramshackle while trans yuu reader doesnt have their binder on! :))

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

featuring — Second Years : Riddle : Ruggie : Azul : Jade : Floyd : Kalim : Jamil : Silver x transyuu!(reader).

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☛ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had only come by to drop off the notes you’d missed from class but the moment you opened the door, his words faltered. His eyes flickered down briefly before darting away with a visible flush creeping up his neck. “Ah—my apologies! I didn’t mean to intrude” he said quickly, turning around to face the opposite direction. Though visibly flustered, he kept his tone respectful, making no mention of your state of dress. “I should have messaged you first” he added, more to himself than you, stiffly holding the notes out behind him like a peace offering.

Once you reassured him it was fine and invited him in, Riddle cautiously stepped inside but avoided eye contact, clearly trying to give you space. Still, he lingered a little longer than necessary, asking how you were feeling and subtly checking in without making it awkward. “Just… don’t forget to take care of your health properly,” he murmured before leaving, his version of showing care without overstepping.

☛ Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie had wandered in looking for leftover snacks from a recent Heartslabyul tea party you’d helped serve. “Yo, Yuu, got any of those fancy cookies left?” he called out, pushing open the door without waiting. When his eyes landed on you, lounging on the couch in a loose tank top, he blinked, then tilted his head, pausing mid-step. “Oh. Uh… comfy time, huh?” he said casually, scratching the back of his neck.

Rather than making a big deal, Ruggie flopped onto a nearby chair and continued chatting like nothing had happened. “Didn’t mean to barge in. S’all good if you’re just chillin’.” He didn’t stare or joke, just treated it like any other visit. Still, after a moment of silence, he added, “Hey, for what it’s worth… proud of you for takin’ care of yourself.” Then he smirked, “Now, about them cookies…”

☛ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had intended to discuss your assistance with Mostro Lounge and thought a face-to-face meeting would be more polite. He knocked but assumed you didn’t hear him, so he let himself in. Seeing you in a loose tank top, visibly caught mid-rest, Azul froze like a deer in headlights. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as his brain processed the situation.

His face turned bright red and he immediately turned away. “My sincerest apologies, I didn’t realize, I should’ve confirmed before entering.” His tone was formal but edged with panic. Still, once you waved it off, he relaxed marginally, facing away from you. “You’re… allowed to your comfort after hours. Please, don’t feel the need to apologize for being yourself.” He left quickly after, but you could tell he genuinely meant it.

☛ Jade Leech

Jade was delivering a rare plant you requested and as always, he entered silently. You hadn’t heard him until he was already in the doorway. When he saw you resting in a loose tank top, his mismatched eyes took in the sight calmly, only the slight tilt of his head giving anything away. “Ah. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, voice soft and nonjudgmental.

He gently placed the pot on your windowsill, glancing your way again with an unreadable expression. “There’s nothing shameful about being comfortable in your own home, you know,” he said, almost idly. “But next time, do let me know if you’d prefer I announce myself more clearly.” With a slight smile, he bowed politely and left, his respect and discretion unwavering.

☛ Floyd Leech

Floyd had come by just to annoy you for fun, he liked how you reacted when caught off guard. He kicked the door open without warning and grinned. “Heeeey, little Shrimpy—” He paused mid-greeting, his eyes locking onto your chest for a beat too long before blinking slowly. Then, with zero shame, he let out a soft whistle. “Oho~ comfy mode, huh?”

To your surprise, Floyd didn’t mock or tease beyond that initial comment. He flopped on the floor dramatically. “You look different without that tight thing on. You breathe better like this?” He asked it with genuine curiosity, leaning his chin on his palm. For all his chaotic energy, there was an easy acceptance in his tone, like he couldn’t care less what you looked like, as long as you were still “his Shrimpy.”

☛ Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim burst into Ramshackle, holding a tray of desserts he wanted to share. “Yuu! You’ve gotta try this sweet custard I bought—” His eyes widened when he spotted you on the couch, and he froze. “Oh—! Sorry, I didn’t mean to just walk in!” He turned around so fast he nearly dropped the tray, clearly flustered but respectful.

You reassured him it was okay, and when he turned back around, he smiled a little sheepishly. “I didn’t know binders could be uncomfortable like that… You’re super strong for wearing one every day. I hope you’re feeling better now!” He set the tray down and offered you a spoonful with a cheerful grin. “Let’s just chill, okay? No pressure”

☛ Jamil Viper

Jamil only came by to return a book he borrowed, thinking you would be out and planning to just leave it at the door. Instead, he found you in the lounge, shirt loose and stretched after hours of wear. He froze for a split second but composed himself immediately. “Sorry. I didn’t expect you to be here,” he said calmly, his voice as measured as always.

He didn’t comment or stare, just walked over, placed the book on the table, and turned to go. Before leaving, though, he paused. “Don’t overwork yourself. You don’t have to push yourself just to meet everyone else’s standards.” It was quiet, but heartfelt. Then, with a nod, he slipped out as smoothly as he came in.

☛ Silver

Silver had wandered into Ramshackle half-asleep, genuinely believing he was still outside his own dorm. “Yuu…?” he mumbled, blinking as he stepped inside. The moment he registered your figure curled up on the couch, loose tank top and comfortable, he blinked again, this time with more awareness. “Oh—I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

True to his nature, Silver didn’t make it awkward. He quietly stepped back and gave you space, bowing slightly. “You deserve to rest however you need. I hope you’re feeling alright.” And just like that, he turned and left, calm and respectful, never treating it like anything unusual, just a normal part of being a person he cared about.

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[yuurei20]

Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Trey's Room (pt 5/5)

"‘It was because of Housewarden Rosehearts? What do you mean?’ Deuce asks.

Riddle glances briefly at Trey, and quietly explains.

'We needed to discuss something concerning the Spelldrive Tournament, so we were speaking together while walking down the hall during lunch hour. It was then that I very nearly fell down the stairs, and Trey tried to protect me…’

It seems that Trey had instantly grabbed for Riddle’s arm and pulled him back, falling down the stairs himself, instead. Riddle had immediately helped him to the nurse’s office. Finishing his explanation, Riddle’s face distorts in distress.

'Normally, this never would have happened. How is it that I came so close to falling down those stairs…I am truly sorry, Trey.’

‘Knowing you, you probably would’ve been able to catch yourself with magic. I did this to myself—don’t worry about it.’

Trey is remarkably mature. He uses gentle words and smiles as he reassures Riddle, despite what it is that led to his injury. This seems to distress Riddle all the more.

‘I’ve been causing so much trouble for you recently…I cannot forgive myself.’

'Now, now, Trey has already said that isn’t so—keep your chin up, Riddle-kun. You look as discouraged as all that and no one’s gonna be able to tell which one of you is the patient here.’

In response to Cater’s reassurance, Riddle manages an awkward smile.

‘I researched ingredients that are supposed to be good for bones and muscles, which might help with healing.’ Riddle produces a folded piece of paper from his pocket. ‘Trey. Eat the things on this list everyday, so that you might heal all the sooner.’

‘I got it, I got it. I’ll do as you say.’

In order to let Trey rest, the group leaves his room together."

[twstthing]

[Yuu joined the game.]

Minecraft Single Player! Yuu AU

Game logic and all carried with them. That is what is about to go down.

Has their entire inventory with them, and has no clue at to what bendable legs are

“Why do I have these weird moving thingies at the end of my arms?” they’re fingers.

There’s not a lot of time to ponder the sudden addition of fingers and toes and stuff when Grim very warmly greets Yuu with some good ol blue fire and a demand for clothing.

Yuu is just so confused. What kind of mob is this??? Can mobs speak??? Did they suddenly go on a modded server in the middle of their sleep?????

Yuu looks down.

THEY HAVE A NEW SKIN??? Where is their other skin??? They didn’t change skins in their sleep, that’s weird as hell!!

Regardless of their very, very befuddled state, Yuu decides what’s best for them and immediately takes Grim as a hostile mob.

“I don’t know what kind of mob you are, but if you can speak you must have some loot!”

Rather than Yuu getting chased by Grim, it’s Grim being chased by Yuu. Yuu has no time to waste on waiting around for a mob to attack them, they need drops and EXP levels. ("When did hostile mobs learn to run?")

Grim gets caught by the clown headmage's whip, and Yuu heeds absolutely no attention to Crowley's scolding words as they marvel at the utterly insane graphics and physics of the whip. It can curve! Curve!! In the air!!!

Dragging Yuu and Grim by the hood and scruff, they enter the ever fabled hall where bad things go down

This entrance ceremony is about to get 1000x more wacky than it should be

“Go on child, tell the mirror your name so you can get sorted properly."

Upon the mirror going, "State thy name." Yuu briefly wonders for a moment if the mirror is a really modded player or a mob.

It wasn't as brief as they thought, because the mirror states once more: "State thy name."

".. Yuurmom."

Crowley and Riddle are about to throw a fit at the utter lack of decorum until the mirror continues on with its analysis of Yuu rather than berating them for being immature and—good Sevens Yuurmom is actually their name

“The shape of thy soul is… shaped as squarely as the earth. Thy soul is solidified and firm in its position, bending to none other than itself. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory.”

When Grim comes up and starts spewing fire everywhere and gets Kalim's butt on fire, Yuu prioritizes helping a fellow player by utilizing the beautifully named mlg waterbucket

Things only get crazier because the water source from the bucket is only a foot high which isn’t tall enough to put out Kalim, the water is spreading causing several other Scarabia students in a 8ft square radius to get their feet wet, someone is questioning what kind of magic this is to have a seemingly endless flow of water, and Grim is still wreaking havoc

As soon as they dump that water, Yuu has their sights set on Grim. They want his loot so bad, and their ever-trusty enchanted axe will surely do the job within two hits if one is critical.

Was it mentioned that handheld, sharp weapons are not allowed on campus grounds unless given special permission?

Crowley does not know who he should worry about more, the raging fire-spewing cat or the axe-swinging first year student(?) who’s somehow running and jumping around without bending their knees

The orderly Riddle Rosehearts and opportunistic Azul hardly hesitate to begin trying to settle the issue, as they always do

Current issue: Riddle Rosehearts cannot restrain a weapon if it is not created from magic, so even as he goes, “Off With Your Head!” to Yuu and Grim, Yuu’s axe isn’t gone and they’re still swinging

Grim would have met a grim fate had it not been for Crowley’s infuriated intervention with his Love Whip yanking him out of the axe’s path

“WHAT do you think you are doing to this familiar?!” ("I ain't no familiar!")

The Entrance Ceremony has gone terribly. A student(?) woke up late, disrupted the ceremony only for them to NOT be sorted into any dorm with an extremely abnormal analysis of their soul, the Headmage brought in a flame-throwing cat that set everything on fire, Kalim's ass is burnt, there is solid square water spread around Scarabia's standing place soaking the students around it, and said late-waking student(?) is recklessly swinging an axe at the fire-throwing cat

Also the student(?) is jumping. Without bending their legs. They are jumping and running without bending their legs, they also are swinging an axe without bending their arms. Their entire body is a rigid as a pole and at some point it is questioned if this student is even human

At this point, Yuu has presented themselves as enough of a threat that Housewardens Vil and Leona are forced to intervene. Handheld weapons, regardless of user, are not to be equipped or carried on campus for student safety (though one of the two might not be ready to admit that they care for their students’ safety)

Leona knocks Yuu(rmom) out. One firm uppercut, an oddly masculine, "OOF!", the whole body of the student(?) flashing red, and they are down for the next few hours. In the meantime, NRC staff and Housewardens have to figure out what to do with an unyielding soul, their axe, and the seemingly infinite water that they've put down.