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the-void-via · 1 month ago

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Part 1, Strange Dreams

Riddle Rosehearts never really had any strange dreams, none that he could remember.

His dreams were as chaotic as one would imagine; one minute, he would be studying by himself, and the next, he would be playing croquet with over-sized hedgehogs, or something similar.

His nightmares weren’t all that strange, either; he would be surrounded by piles upon piles of books, blocking his vision as Trey and Chen’ya desperately tried to get him to play. He was little once more, trying to run away to play, only for the books to fly out and smack him one by one, while his mother scolded him.

However, more recently, he’d been having the same dream. Or rather, the same snippet of a dream.

It always started out the same; he would awake laying down in a field of red roses, staring up at a cloudless baby blue sky. After he moment, he would sit up and look around, and would spot someone off in the distance, their back facing him.

Instead of red roses, around them were white roses. It always looked like they were doing something with their hands, but they were always too far away for him to see.

They always wore white, for a reason he didn’t know. He would wonder what their face looked like, and as if on cue, they would notice his presence. They would begin to turn around, and–

And then he would wake up without seeing their face.

Now, normally, he wouldn’t spare a precious second of his time thinking about his dream–the mind is a fickle one, as Trey had told him once–but there was something about those very specific dreams that made him curious.

The person in the rosefield seemed to be getting closer to him with every passing night, as they had been for the past week. Their back was always turned to him, however, so he had truly no idea if he knew the mystery person or not.

From the very minor research he’d done on dreams, it almost seemed like there was a reason for these dreams to keep repeating.

‘What would the reason be? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? What on earth could it possibly–?’

“Riddle?” Trey snapped his fingers close to his face, effectively lurching him back to reality.

Riddle jumped, coming out of his thoughts and remembering that ah, right- the Prefect invited me to eat lunch with him and the others.

Trey smiled softly at him, “There you are.”

“You spaced out for a while, Riddle,” Yuu began, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright?”

Riddle cleared his throat and nodded, “Ah, yes, I’m fine, thank you. I just got a bit…lost in thought, I suppose.”

Cater chuckled, “I never pinned you as one to space out so much, Riddle! You were out for a good ten minutes.”

Riddle’s eyebrows furrowed, looking down at his lunch. Suddenly he didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“Hey! Are you gonna eat that?” Grim asked as he jumped next to Riddle on the seat, reaching his paws out at his food.

Deuce gasped, grabbing Grim by the scruff of his neck, “Grim, no! You can’t try to steal the Housewarden’s food!”

“Yeah, how dense are you?” Ace scolded. “Or are you that much of a food moocher?”

Grim growled at them, “Shut up, you two!”

Riddle chuckled softly, “Ace, Deuce, it’s alright. He can have my food, I’m not very hungry anymore.”

Trey’s eyebrows furrowed, while Grim cheered and pulled himself from Deuce’s grasp, swiping Riddle’s food.

“Are you sure?” He asked Riddle, pushing up his glasses. “You’ve been spacing out more these past few days. Is there something going on, Riddle?”

Yuu nodded, “Yeah, I noticed it, too,” He put a hand over Riddle’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to us, right?”

A smile creeped up Riddle’s face as the other chimed in with agreements, “Thank you all for your concern, really, but I'm alright.”

Cater furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded, “If you say so, Riddle. If anything pops up, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message, okay?”

“Or any of us,” Trey corrected. “Feel free to tell us anything that’s bothering you, Riddle.”

Riddle smiled again and stood up, “Thank you, everyone, I’ll do that. Now then, I’ll be off to have some lemon tea.”

“I just refilled the sugar jar,” Deuce began. “I noticed we were running low.”

Riddle nodded, “Thank you, Deuce. Goodbye, everyone, see you later.”

They all said their goodbyes as Riddle walked off to the cafeteira exit, and found himself once again deep in thought.

He wasn’t looking where he was going, relying on muscle memory to get him to the Mirror Chamber, and bumped into someone.

He let out a tiny yelp, stumbling backwards a little, and quickly realized he was about to fall. However, before he could cast a spell to cushion his fall, his wrist was grabbed by the person he’d bumped into, swiftly pulling him upright.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” The person began, still holding his wrist. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, are you alright?”

Riddle blinked, quickly regaining his composure from nearly falling, and cleared his throat.

“Yes, I’m alright, thank you,” He looked at their uniform, the purple Pomefiore vest and magic pen sticking out to him immediately. “I also wasn’t paying attention, my…apologies.”

He looked at their face, and he had to keep from looking bewildered. Something about them seemed oddly familiar, like they were an old friend he’d long forgotten.

They narrowed their eyes at him in concern, “Are you sure? You look…shocked.”

He cleared his throat again, quickly realizing they were still holding onto his wrist. He gently pulled his wrist away from them and brushed off his uniform, fixing his tie before looking at them again.

“Yes, I apologize for staring. You just…” He sighed. “You seem familiar to me, but I can’t place where.”

They smiled, “It’s okay, I get that a lot. People say I have a familiar face.”

Riddle nodded, “I see. Well, if you’ll excuse me–”

His stomach growled loudly, and he internally cursed himself for not eating more. The person’s eyes widened, and they gave him a concerned look again.

“Was that your stomach?”

Riddle swallowed his pride and nodded, “Yes, I…I didn’t eat much at lunch.”

The person smiled softly, kindly, and reached into the basket they were holding–when did they have a basket? Riddle wondered–and grabbed a bright red apple.

They handed it to him, still with that soft, kind smile, “Here, I have a few to spare. I was going to give some to my dormmates, but…I’m sure giving one away won’t hurt.”

Riddle’s eyebrows furrowed, “Are you sure it’s alright? Vil didn’t send you to get a specific number of apples, did he? I’d hate to take one from you if that’s the case.”

The person shook their head, still smiling, and gently grabbed Riddle’s hand. They placed the apple inside, holding his hand with both of theirs.

“No, it’s alright, I insist! Vil didn’t send me to do anything, I just wanted to give my friend some apples. Oh, and don’t worry,” They giggled. “These apples don’t have any poison in them!”

There was something about their smile, their laugh, them, that had Riddle trusting them, at least this once. He nodded, and they retracted their hands.

“Alright! I hope you like the apple, Riddle.”

His face fell a little, “How do you know my name?”

They gave him a strange look, “You’re the Heartslabyul Housewarden. It’d be a little concerning if I didn’t know you!”

Riddle blinked, “Ah. Right. I apologize, I haven’t…been myself these past few days.”

They smiled again, “It’s alright! I understand. Now, I must be off, I’ll see you around, Riddle!”

They quickly walked off, leaving Riddle staring after them. He looked down at the apple in his hands, and realized he didn’t even get their name. He shrugged and began to walk to the Mirror Chamber, studying the apple as he went.

He raised it to his face, and after a moment’s hesitation, he took a large bite out of it.

It made a satisfying crunch as he bit into the bright red skin, a bit of juice dribbling down his chin. He hummed in content at the taste; it was sweeter than any apple pie Trey had made, or any apple that Epel had offered him.

He smiled and went in for another bite.

Then another and another until it was gone, discarding the core in a trash can outside of Heartslabyul.

He sighed quietly. Now he felt strangely full, despite the fact that it was just a regular apple. Was it bigger than a normal one? He hadn’t bothered to check, or rather, he couldn’t remember.

He shook his head and walked into the kitchen to get his lemon tea, he saw no reason to think about it any longer. It was just a kind Pomefiore student that gave him an apple, nothing more, nothing less.

Right?

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wolfiesmoon · 8 months ago

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Who is who again?

Riddle, Vil, Idia (seperately) x gn!reader

i was thinking and thinking and then i remembered that basic overdone fanfiction tropes do in fact exist, so here's a silly lil bodyswap fic for the soul

yuu is a little silly prankster goofster who likes messing around and trolling people in this fic, just saying in advance that i did inject a bit of personality in them

also i apologise if the fanfic becomes confusing to read at any point, it's kind of hard writing the reader's actions while in someone else's body, especially when interacting with the person you're swapped with haha

‧₊˚✩彡 Riddle Rosehearts

"Okay, so you're tellin' me that you're Riddle, and you're the Prefect?" Cater pointed to each of you respectively, still trying to grasp the situation. Trey, Ace and Deuce seemed equaly stumped.

"Yep. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I'm in Riddle's body now." you replied, shrugging casually. "You shouldn't have told them so early on, Riddle, I wanted to mess around a bit."

"Oh, now I'm very glad I told them so early. Knowing you, you'd cause far too much trouble for me to be able to uphold my reputation." Riddle shuddered, imagining the silly pranks you'd pull on everyone while in his body. Well, I suppose they wouldn't be very silly to him.

"Wait. If I'm in your body, does that..."

You quickly took out Riddle's magical pen and pointed it towards Ace, yelling out "Off with your head!"

To your surprise, it actually worked and Ace had a collar around his neck. So you can use magic now.

"HEY! Why did you do that!?" Ace called you out.

"It's revenge for stealing the bit of food I was saving for last on Friday. And also, I needed someone to test out whether I can use magic now." you smirked mischeviously at his annoyance. Now this is fun.

"This still feels unreal. I cannot believe I'm looking at myself talking to someone else. And fooling around like an idiot, too." Riddle did not seem amused.

"Listen, okay, I finally have magic now and I'm gonna take advantage of that. Which means you better run, Cater." you rubbed your hands together evilly.

"What?! Why me?!" Cater was not prepared for this attack.

"Too much magicam. Not enough reality. Collar needed." you explain like a robot overlord and point Riddle's magical pen at Cater.

"Now, now, let's not do that, okay?" Trey gently wrapped his hand around the magical pen in your outstretched hand, smiling at you.

You were about to shake his hand off and proceed with your collaring plan, but you got a better idea.

"No, no, you're right." you shook your head, lowering your hand. Cater breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since I'm Riddle and all, I have to uphold a perfect test score on every test." everyone looked at you, wondering where you were going with this.

"This might be an awkward time to mention that I haven't studied for tommorow's test at all."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. You are coming with me." Riddle was not about to let his grades slip by such a wide margin. He'll make you memorise things until atleast a 90% is guaranteed, as much as he would hate to get one.

Originally, he was going to try and figure out how to switch you back as soon as possible but that'll have to wait after tommorow it seems.

"WAIT, CAN YOU LIKE, ATLEAST REMOVE THIS COLLAR BEFORE YOU LEAVE?!" Ace yelled behind you but you just whistled innocently, not paying attention to his despair.

"That's how the Queen's succesor managed to- are you even listening?"

"You know, it looks kind of funny when I'm being scolded by myself." you yawned, placing your chin on your arms which were currently crossed on the table.

"This is NO laughing matter. My grades are at stake here." Riddle scolded you some more. You nodded sleepily and he took that as a sign to continue.

"So as I was saying- What are you doing now?" Riddle followed your line of sight, his gaze falling on the mirror inside his room. You were looking at him?

"Woah... You're, like, actually pretty cute." you turned back to him, excited at your discovery.

"...What are you blabbering on about? This is NO time to be fooling around, as I have been telling you for the past- Wow, you really are hopeless." Riddle sighed, watching you examine his face in his mirror and still not listening to the magical history lesson.

It does not help at all that you made him lose composure with that "cute" comment.

"Your eyelashes are nice." You comment, smiling at your own reflection.

"What an oddly specific compliment." Still, Riddle felt all weird inside when you said that. This is not fair. Now he can't focus on teaching you anymore.

"It's not oddly specific, really. Guys have really great eyelashes sometimes." You batted your lashes at the mirror and then at him, trying to showcase his charm.

"That is... very strange. Please stop that." Riddle still felt weird about seeing his own face make such silly expressions.

"Hey, if I were in my own body right now I would be swooning over you. Just for your information." You rolled your eyes playfully, entirely insistant on getting out of studying by flustering the hell out of poor Riddle.

"Wha- That's it, off with your-" Riddle reached for the magical pen which would normally be in one's pocket, only to realise that you don't even own one. Of course.

"Oh, Riddle. You silly goose. I'm the one in power here." You intertwined your fingers like a supervillain.

"Please, let's just get back to studying." If Riddle were in his own body right now, his face would be red all over from embarrasment.

"If you insist." You sighed in feigned defeat, your mind already cooking up more plans to embarrass Riddle while you're in his body.

How very fun indeed.

"Why are you smiling at me like that? That kind of smile does not suit my face." Riddle seemed concerned about his body's fate.

"Hmmm, I wonder how many drinks I can order at the Mostro lounge in one sitting." You wondered aloud on purpose.

"What?!"

"What? I didn't even say anything this time." you faked your innocence.

This is going to be a nightmare for Riddle, isn't it?

‧₊˚✩彡 Vil Schoenheit

"Oh. My. God." you lightly slapped your cheeks while looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure this is reality.

Well, you suppose they aren't exactly your cheeks. You're currently inside Vil freaking Schoenheit's body and you have no idea how it happened.

You do suppose all logic kind of gets thrown out the window in a world where magic exists, so swapping bodies with someone might not be that outlandish. Now you wonder if you're the only one who this happened to, and what your body is up to.

Speaking of being Vil Schoenheit now, does that mean you have to uphold his insanely strict daily routine now?

Nah, who are you kidding? You're going to cause as much trouble as you can for this pretty boy. He wakes up much earlier than you thought, so you don't know what to do right now. You walk around his room, inspecting every corner for some prank ammunition.

Rook knocked on the door all of a sudden, telling Vil that he's worried since he's taking longer than usual. You let him into the room.

You decided that you're not going to tell anyone that you're actually not Vil and and act as him for as long as you possibly can.

"Oh, I was just... thinking about something." you grinned evilly at the mirror, before turning back to face Rook.

"Oh my, it seems you were so lost in thought that you've completely forgone doing your hair and makeup. Quite the unpleasant surprise. What troubles you so?" Rook seemed utterly hearbroken.

Wow, he's blunt sometimes. Not that you care about that right now.

"I was just thinking that I'll probably skip all that today. You know, going for a natural look." You twirled a piece of Vil's hair in your hand.

Rook tried convincing you otherwise but you shooed him out, not wanting to hear anything about how 'a natural look also involves doing subtle, light makeup'. You're on a mission here.

Speaking of, you just got a great idea.

You opened his Magicam after getting dressed, briefly gawking at the follower count before clicking on the 'new post' button.

You placed Vil's phone horizontally against your chest, taking an unflattering chin photo and posting it to magicam with the caption "#chinningtime😍😍😍😍", giggling like an idiot all the while.

Within a minute, your post has already gained about 2 thousand likes and loads of very confused (and amused) comments.

What great encouragement to post another one.

You placed the selfie camera of his phone close to your forehead, taking a forehead touch perspective pic. You added the caption "what my kitten sees😈💯🔥" and posted it.

You were laughing your ass off at all the comments when someone knocked at the door. "Roi du Poison, this is an intervention. I am very concerned about you."

Hahahaha, of course he would be one of the first people to worry about you.

Rook joined you once again in your room, explaining how concerned he is about your behavior this morning and how it's very unlike you. I mean, jeez, is Vil allergic to fun or something?

However, Rook wasn't the only one that had concerns with you, it seems.

"Would you care to explain what these are?" you were surprised to hear your own voice, turning your gaze back to the door where you were standing with a very displeased face, holding up your phone with the two selfies you took earlier. It feels dystopian to see yourself standing right in front of you. Out of body experience, for real.

"Wait. Before anything, just who are you?" you wanted to know just who was in your body, though you were already about 90% sure of it.

"Ah, Trickster. What brings you into Pomefiore?" Rook questioned internally how Vil doesn't recognise you.

"For your information, I am Vil. That other person next to you is not Vil. I'd assume you're the prefect, then?" he looked you with authority, leaving no room for stalling or avoiding his question.

"Yeah, yeah. You got me. But like, it's funny, right?" you shrugged, smiling goofily.

Vil dragged you off to the headmage's office, promising to explain things to Rook later and giving a firm scolding to you.

"Now that everything is finally sorted and we're excused from class for the day, would care to delete those... unflattering posts, please?" once the two of you were back in Vil's room, he immediately brought up that topic.

By now, they had to have gathered about 70k likes, right? Hehehehe.

"Do not smile at me like that. Or I will take back my phone and delete those horrid photos myself. Do you even realise what a PR nightmare this could be?" he placed his hands on his hips. You feel like you look completely different now that Vil's mannerisms are reflected on your own body. Body language really makes a man, huh?

"Oh, come onnnn, your fans love it. Everyone's laughing and saying how surprising it is to see you post something like this. See, they even got the hashtag #chinningtime trending!" you showed him pictures of his fans taking the same unflattering chin photos.

"What joy does someone derive from selfies as horrible as that? You made me look utterly horrible with those angles." You watched your own face contort with cringe. It's amusing how funny you look.

"People love silly things from time to time. For a celebrity as serious and professional as you, occasional silliness makes you look more relatable to your fans. A celebrity with a good sense of humor is the best kind in my opinion." you gave him a happy thumbs up. It was also for your own amusement, but you really don't feel like getting scolded even more than you have on your way back to the dorm.

"That is... the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth." He sighed, "I suppose it would cause people to talk about it even more if I deleted them now. But I am still not happy about them."

You ignored the jab at your intelligence, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. "You know, Vil, you can let loose from time to time. Smile and goof around without worrying what someone might think." your eyes travelled down the sculpted jawline of your new reflection.

"In a way, you're right for suggesting that. But I'm not someone who enjoys your sense of humor or relaxed philosophy to begin with." he was right. He only jokes on occasion and his jokes aren't very goofy.

"You're right..." now that you technically are him, you can see first hand how much he cares about his body. His skin is soft and gleaming, his hair is healthy and shiny and his body is nice to move around in.

"You seem lost in thought. It's unlike you." you looked back at him through the mirror.

"I just thought about how admirable you are. Like, damn, I could nevaaa." Vil inferred you were talking about his strict daily routine. You seem different now. More quiet and thoughtful than usual. And he definitely didn't miss the pink dusting his cheeks on his own face through the mirror's reflection.

"Thank you." 'admirable' is a compliment slightly rarer than the usual ones talking about his beauty.

"By the way, your smile is beautiful. Not the one in all the movies, the one you don't consciously make." you closed your eyes, recalling that exact face of his. Too pretty for his own good, that man.

"Thank... you. You seem in a great mood to compliment me. Surely you don't think this will be enough to make up for the selfies, because it is not." at this point, even Vil didn't know what to think. The smile he doesn't consciously make, huh...

"Nah, those were just random ones I wanted to get off my mind. Oh, by the way, I don't know how to do your makeup look. Care to do it for me, pookie bear?" you sprung up from the chair at the vanity table, already getting excited about messing him up on purpose by opening your eyes when he tells you not to or moving your lips away from the lipstick, making it smudge.

You got way too sentimental for a moment there. And you're sure he noticed.

"Back to your regular self, I see. Fine, I will make myself look beautiful, as always." he smiled confidently. Though he himself has become curious about that side of you now.

Do you really think of him as a victim of your little pranks like everyone else, or are you hiding something else behind your silly smile?

‧₊˚✩彡 Idia Shroud

You were surprised to find a different voice calling out to you in the morning and telling you to wake up, one that sounded more cheerful, peppy, childlike.

And sure enough, it was Ortho's face that greeted you instead of your usual furry friend Grim.

As it turns out, you woke up in Idia's body this morning. What a lovely surprise.

You mean that both sarcastically and in the regular sense.

While you were explaining what was happening to a confused and worried Ortho, Idia's phone started buzzing somewhere in the bed. This dude sleeps with his phone inside his bed? Well, you suppose you have no time for judgement when the phone call might be important.

You rummage through his bed and eventually extract his phone. It was your number calling him.

When you pick up, you hear your own panicked voice on the other end. "U-Um, is this- Are you- How do..."

"Yes, I'm the Prefect. Looks like we switched bodies overnight." you inferred that he wanted to know who exactly just picked up the phone.

"How exactly do you think that happened? I mean, that's NOT normal." your voice on the other end seemed much calmer now.

"Hm, I have no clue, but I do know that I'm going to have loads of fun..." you grinned widely, catching a glimpse of yourself on Idia's dark phone screen and flinching slightly. You're definitely not going to get used to looking like someone else for a while. Especially if your new appearance is as unique as Idia's.

"What do you mean by that? Seriously, wha-" you ended the call before your voice could finish the sentence.

"Hehehehe... I bet he's panicking so hard right now." you giggled to yourself, still feeling a little weird about the fact that it's Idia's voice coming out of your mouth instead of your own.

"Brothe- No, Prefect. Who was that?" it was adorable how worried Ortho was over his brother. Or you, you suppose.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it..." you patted Ortho's head, hand moving over his flames with interest. "Go ahead and have fun, I'll be here if you need me." you gently shooed Ortho out of Idia's room to execute your master trolling plan.

You sat behind Idia's computer, booting it up. His computer works really fast, which isn't all that surprising considering his skills. He probably built the whole PC from scratch.

Surely, Idia won't mind if you play his games for a bit. You just want to see how far he's gotten. How many items he's saved up.

Hehehe.

You opened up one of the games you've been dabbling in yourself a bit, giggling to yourself about the random anime girl backround.

"Jeez, he's basically pro at this point." you went through his obtained characters and all the stats on most characters were maxed out.

But, since he still hasn't obtained the new character AND he has loads of gems in his inventory, he surely won't mind if you do the work for him, right?

You started pulling for characters in the gacha, waiting for the little indicator that you got a rare character. The flames of your hair flickered more and more with each pull, knowing you were getting closer.

Just when you got the pull animation you were looking for, the door to his room burst open and you saw yourself, all panicked and panting. Took him long enough, jeez.

"Oh, hi, me! I was just pulling for this character on your behalf, and-" you glance at the monitor "Looks like I won the fifty/fifty, hehe~" you acted cute and innocent.

"W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't- I didn't want this character! I was saving up for the re-run, and- Agh!" Idia pushed you away from his keyboard, and he stared at the screen with pure horror in his eyes. You wonder what color his hair would be if he were in his body right now. But as it stands, his flames are flickering happily above your head at a succesful trolling attempt.

"Just buy more gems, bae. Money solves all your problems." you pat his head, kinda cringed out by the way your face can contort when it's making faces candidly. You really look like that when in despair, huh?

Idia ignored the way the casual pet name made him feel. He's supposed to be furious at you right now, not flustered.

"Noooooooo, this is the worst day of my life...." he hid his face in his hands.

"You know what, though? Look at the bright side! I get to figure out how your hair looks when it's wet. I doubt you'd do it yourself and I've been morbidly curious for a while." you patted his shoulder in an overly cheerful manner.

"Wha- Abso-freaking-lutely not. You're a weirdo of the third degree." he crossed his arms, still feeling a bit heartbroken over his videogames being tampered with.

"Is it that weird that I find your hair pretty?" you run your hand through his hair for the thousandth time this morning. It just feels so strange, yet nice under your fingers.

"Finding out if I become bald when my hair gets wet doesn't seem like something a hair admirer would do, but IDK, maybe my definition is different from yours." Idia shrugs, scowl still as big as ever.

"But really, I am an admirer. I kept looking at myself or, well, you in your phone camera this morning because your hair is just so pretty. Watching your hair fluctuate with your emotions is always a fun sight, too. Like damn, your hair is literally on fire, how cool is that?" you explain your thoughts, twirling a piece of his hair in your hand and smiling at it.

"If only I could cuddle up to you and use you like a heater. Too bad your hair's just a normal temperature." Idia's heart almost exploded at the mental image that formed in his head when you said that. And it was even worse because it was coming out of his own mouth.

"T-This is not okay... You can't do this to me...!" he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You don't get it, you just dealt 99999 damage to his falling-in-love-resistance shield. Just how do you manage to do that?

"Actually, now that I can look at it up close as much as I want, your face is like, really well proportioned too. Like..." you bit your lip as a joke, wanting to look overly flirty. "That's all I'm gonna say."

Okay, now you've done it. He might just pass out, right now.

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