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qierxing · 1 year ago

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Fathoms Below

Commissioned by the amazing rainbowsillz

TW/CW: Toxic Relationships, Unhealthy coping mechanisms and mindsets, Blackmailing, Threats of Violence Yan!Azul x Mer! Reader

You're not exactly a go-getter.

It's not in your species' nature to be so, when one of your greatest strengths is to simply go with the flow and see where the sea currents take you. Even in the darkest trench, you'll always find a way through (using your handy glow in the dark biology).

It is, however, just like you to be curious when the waves take you to the next interesting destination.

This shipwreck must be recent. Last time you were here, you don't recall broken masts and a proud figurehead buried in the sand here. You float along while examining the wreckage with a meticulous gaze. The glimmers of buried jewelry here and there don't interest you. No, you have no interest in such trinkets.

There's a gaping hole within the port side, jagged wood ripped into razor sharp teeth revealing the insides. It's dark and cloudy with mud and debris, but that's no issue for you. Rot and time have claimed the interior, but there's still some items that survive. As you swim closer, you discover quite a few things littering a toppled desk.

There's a glass bottle that is scratched and covered in dirt but still intact. Within, there's parchment rolled up, perfectly preserved and safe from the salt waters. You tuck the bottle away in your bag, making sure it's snug inside so there's no chance it would fall out. Another cursory glance has you catching a curious metal object, no bigger than a clam shell, with strangely colored needles inside. You decide to also pocket it, just in case it turns out to be useful.

All in all, it's a fruitful exploration that has you quite satisfied. You are tempted to continue, but the rays of light are already dimming above into sunset, and your parents would not be happy about having to spend hours finding you again, especially not in a new unfamiliar area.

But just as you're almost to the colony where your family has settled down, you hear some strange sounds. Mischievous laughter mixed with crying has you turning your head in mild confusion. Following the commotion, you find a clearing with a large metal pot, surrounded by several other merfolk. You vaguely recognize them as your neighbors, their faces somewhat flickering in your memory.

"What's so funny?" The quiet question has them turning around in panic, surprised by your unexpected presence. There's some awkward coughs and furtive glances exchanged between the gaggle.

A nearly unnoticeable teary sniffling has you glancing at the pot, realizing someone must be inside. When your suspicious eyes meet the clique's again, their faces sour as they sheepishly swim away, clearly annoyed they were deprived of their fun.

It doesn't take much to piece two and two together. Sighing, you wait for a moment, then two, but nothing else happens. The mysterious sniffling has stopped but there is no sign of them being willing to leave the dark pot.

The calls of your parents carry on the currents, lulling you back home. You chance another indifferent glance back before swimming off towards home.

—

Apparently, the metal circular item you found is called a ‘compass’ by humans. According to your father, at least. When you pester him more about it, he shrugs and says that human sailors would use it to find their way on their voyages. The red needle would supposedly point you to your path. That was the only thing he knew about it.

You’re absolutely delighted with this fascinating discovery. So much so, that you can barely contain your excitement during class to go and test your gadget.

"[First] [Last], are you listening?!" You let out a shocked yelp at your compass being swiped away by another finned hand. Your teacher peers down at you with disapproval in her beady eyes. The compass glints in her claws, just out of reach.

"Pay attention to the lesson. You can retrieve your toy tomorrow." And with that, you watch sullenly as she swims away with your treasure. Snickers echo around you from your classmates but you ignore them, propping open your notebook in annoyance. The day seems longer without your compass in hand, but finally, the bell rings and class is over for the day.

The rest of your classmates waste no time swimming out the door, chattering about plans and playdates and what not, but you still remain in your seat, vindictive and resentful.

"I can't even test out that compass until tomorrow." You slump over and your head hits the coral slate with a dull thud. Ms. Ulyana can be so stingy sometimes. Besides, you already knew everything taught in the magical theory section today.

"Excuse me?" You don't bother raising your head, still moping about the loss of your precious gadget.

"What." You're not in the mood to be made fun of or exchange polite conversations at the moment.

"Isn't this yours?" You sit up abruptly, and see a young octopus mer holding the compass in his hands. You vaguely remember him sitting in the back of the room, hunched over his notebook, his glossy silver locks covering his face.

"How did you…?" He smiles faintly with mischief flickering in his pupils.

"Octo-mers are great at camouflage, did you know?" The boy shrugs casually, setting down the gadget in front of you. “And…” He starts mumbling, fidgeting nervously with his fingers where you can’t hear him.

“Er, what did you say? I didn’t catch that.” You awkwardly interject.

“It’s….it’s thanksforhelpingmeout!” He blurts out quickly. This time, you hear him perfectly clear and stare at him in mild confusion. When did you help him out? You wrack your brains but come up empty. Instead of embarrassing him by denying it, you just nod along.

“Well, still, thanks. I’ve been waiting all day to try this out.” You grin. “You’re the coolest, uh…”

“A-Azul. Azul Ashengrotto.”

“You’re the best, Azul,” You hold out a confident hand. “I’m [First]. Wanna be friends?”

He hesitates, eyes staring intensely at your open palm offered. “Y…You want to be friends with me?”

You tilt your head. “I think anyone willing to get into trouble for me is worth befriending.”

“Even if…I’m just a crybaby and octo-twerp?” His lower lip trembles, teary voice nearly cracking.

“Who called you that?!” You put your hands on your hips, raising a tentacle to intertwine with one of his own. “I’ll give them a hearty zap if they do such a thing!” Azul splutters as you administer a gentle shock through your tentacles. It’s absurd enough to make him burst out laughing and you join in happily.

Within that small classroom, a fond memory is created with that childish laughter.

—

The compass seems to get wonky underwater in the depths, so you reluctantly take to the shallows where the sea pressure is a little nicer to your gadget.

It's strange to be so close to the sky as merfolk. The clouds remind you of the sulfurous gasses that are spewed in the deeper marine trenches. But it's much more transparent compared to the opaque heavier gas, lighter and much more friendlier looking.

The red needle points straight ahead, and you breach just slightly, spotting a beach in the distance. Despite reservations, you drift closer, still only keeping your face above to render your sight usable.

Misty fog clears and reveals palm trees and jagged rocks littering the golden sands. It's no island, since the land stretches further back into the atmosphere, with no end in sight. But there's no sign of life, save for the seagulls circling above and tiny crabs scuttering below. A little bit disappointing for your destination.

The stories you heard from elders were always about wild islands with treacherous fauna and mysterious treasure buried deep underground. Maybe even a group of thieves lurking around. This was just a barren reef that held naught but the bones of those unfortunate to wash up here.

Still, you move forward, trying to see if there’s anything at all on the sand. Some multi-colored sea shells here and there, hardly in the condition to be collected, let alone be traded for with others. You glance at the compass in your hands with an annoyed huff.

“Useless thing…” You mutter under your breath. It’s a childish hope, but you had thought it would lead you to somewhere amazing, that you could tell your own tale about. That way, Azul could finally stop scoffing at you for your ‘ridiculous’ dreams and prove everyone else wrong.

The item barely makes a sound when it meets sand, and you turn away. The disappointment has already dampened your spirit to the point where you want to find the darkest nook and curl up and sleep.

A throat clears behind you, and you freeze at the unexpected sound.

“I believe this is yours?” The voice is tinged with specks of haughtiness that has your hackles raising subconsciously.

A human boy has the compass you tossed in hand, inspecting it with a thoughtful look, before turning that gaze to you. His purple eyes are mesmerizing; they remind you of the vibrant sea shells in the various reefs dotting the Coral Sea. It takes an embarrassing moment for you to compose yourself to finally reply.

“It isn’t anymore.” He raises a judgemental eyebrow, and you almost shrink in on yourself.

“Why not?” You cross your arms defensively at the judgemental tone. “It isn’t good to litter, you know.”

Your ears burn at the pointed accusation. Is a human seriously going to lecture you about pollution when they’re one of the causes for said situations?

“That item used to belong to humankind, how is it littering when I am merely returning it to its place on land?”

“In this condition? I’d be surprised if it still works.”

“Well, it clearly didn’t work when I was trying to use it.” You fold your arms petulantly as the boy’s eyes slant in judgemental surprise.

“What use does merfolk have for human gadgets?” You bristle at the questioning tone. “I thought your kind has no need for these kinds of things, since you have an innate sense of direction.”

“So what?” You snap. “Who said that mers weren’t also curious about exploring either?”

“Exploring?”

This back and forth ends in a humiliating embarrassment when Vil (he introduces himself with an air of elegance that makes you think of royalty) informs you that the compass is not some kind of magical gadget that can lead you to your desired location. You thought he would be more smug and condescending about it, but he only patiently explains the usage of the compass and how the red needle is only meant as a stalwart guide, as it will always point north wherever you are. It’s a little disappointing, but still. You could see how it was useful as a human.

“That sucks. I wanna explore a new land one day and be able to tell all about it to my folks.” You flick your tentacle and splash some water out in musing. Vil has settled on a rock near you and now the animosity has simmered away into genuine curiosity for each other. It’s nice. When was the last time you were able to talk this freely about your dreams?

“I’m sure you can,” Vil smiles, and your breath is momentarily taken away.

It feels good to have someone who believes in you, for once.

—

"...I think he’s a good person.”

The sound of someone choking makes you whip your head to see Azul keeled over his large book volume. After recovering, he looks up at you with incredulous disbelief in his sapphire eyes.

"You can't be serious? He's a human!" He spits, hostility coating his words like tarred ink.

"Ugh, so what?" You puff out your cheeks. “Why do you have a problem with this anyway?”

“Because he’s a human! And besides, how do you know he won’t do something suspicious like sell off your fins or tentacles once you turn your back, huh?!” Azul retorts, making you roll your eyes.

“This is not the age of the Sea Witch, Azul, it’s the modern era,” you coldly reply. “And that’s rich coming from you. Did you get that tome from the library or someone else?”

Azul flinches, cheeks blotching into a mottled dark purple as his tentacles writhed around the book as if to protect it from your disdainful gaze. Of course. Last week you swore one of your classmates had become mute, and another one’s P.E grades had dropped drastically, despite performing well in the past years. Azul sure has been working hard perfecting his unique magic these days.

“I earned this book fair and square!” Azul protests. “That human is another thing completely!”

“His name is Vil.” It’s like talking to a stone wall. You knew Azul disliked hearing about Vil, but not to this extent. “And he’s my friend.”

“I’m your friend too!” Aquamarine eyes narrow as your closest friend snarls at you. “Doesn’t that mean anything?!”

“Not when you’re insulting my other friends!” Without meaning to, your own tentacles begin to thrash in irritation, buzzing with the hum of electricity. “Ugh, forget it. I knew you were going to be like this, just like when you make fun of me for my weird treasure hunting.”

You’re not a fast swimmer, so even if you storm off, it must look silly, just floating away as your tentacles drift behind you. Despite the desperate calls of your name echoing behind you, you don’t turn back at all.

—

Perhaps you should’ve thought about at least making up with Azul before you made your decision.

“How are you going to explore the world if you can’t even leave the sea?” Vil had said with a disapproving frown. “You can’t let sentimentality shackle you from your potential.”

The words echo in the back of your mind. Sentimentality. Yes, that was one way to put a label on your relationship with Azul. You can’t deny entirely that reaching out that hand to him that fateful day was entirely out of a genuine desire to make friends. That little regret permeates the way you end up having to cheer Azul up from another self loathing session or whenever you’re having to reassure him that you won’t ever leave him all alone. It’s not that you actually believe in your words, but rather, it was the quickest way to quiet his tantrums. And although Azul matured greatly in magic and smarts, he never did quite grow out of his childish belief that you would always be there to coddle him. Not even when those sly eels attached themselves to him, taking over your role of being an actual friend.

So you take to the surface with your parents’ tearful blessings, leaving only a brief message with an acquaintance you made in your elementary school days. Rielle had hesitated, but ultimately wished you luck up on the surface. You can’t blame him. If you were braver, you would have made the effort to say the bitter words to your friend yourself. But that would be wasted time on a flood of tears and ink and even worse, a complete meltdown that would take days to mend.

When the volunteers handed you the transformation potion, they told you that although you trade your fins for legs, most mers have to adjust for a long period of time, having been so accustomed to swimming and utilizing your unique biology. At the time, you threw those warnings to the wind and chugged down the potion. Nothing would matter if it meant you could break away from the sea foam. You hadn’t realized the gravity of this until you’re stumbling over yourself and constantly ending up with aching bruises on your knees and shins.

You hadn’t quite realized, until Azul is the one pushing you back and shrugging your apartment door shut behind him with a deafening click. Although it took you weeks to figure out how to walk without falling, Azul moved with an ease as if he’s always been human. It almost makes you envious enough to forget that he’s pinning you back on a wall, pupils dilated and breathing heavily like a madman.

“Azul, let go! What the hell? How did you even know where I lived–?!” You’re not entirely panicked, more confused and annoyed. Even if he was erratic at times, he was still that baby octopus. He wasn’t exactly like the Leech eels who were known for their sharp teeth and ability to maul things to shreds.

“It wasn’t easy, you know,” Azul mutters, a thin sharp grin strained across his face. “Do you know how hard it is to follow your tracks after you abandoned me like that?!” You scoff. One month and he’s already thinking it’s the end of the world that you weren’t glued to his side night and day.

“Abandon? Please. You must be insane to think that me going to the surface to study is the equivalent of abandoning someone,” you spit back in his face and he recoils only slightly, but still remains steadfast in his strong grip over your hands. Even as you wiggle, he gives no indication of letting go.

“Well, that doesn’t matter now,” you bristle at the way he ignores your reply. Bad habits die hard– he’s always loved ignoring anything he didn’t want to hear from you when convenient. It’s almost relieving in a way, to see that he hasn’t changed a bit. “We’ll be returning back to the Coral Sea.”

“What?!” Now you’re angry. It’s one thing to hear Azul to be delusional, it’s another to have to entertain those delusions. “You must be out of your Sea Witch’s mind to think that I’ll–” Your words die in your throat when something cold and hard presses to your jugular, digging into your voice box.

“You will.” Azul’s pupils are still dilated, black taking over sapphire pools and leaving only a cold abyss. Your eyes dart down, following the magical pen that gleams with a silvery gemstone that makes your heart almost stop in place. “You will, and you know why, my dear?”

“Because I earned you first, fair and square.”

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qierxing · 1 year ago

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Painting the Roses Red

Commissioned by the delightful rainbowsillz Yan!Riddle x F! OC | Continuation of this TW/CW: Non///Con, Oral Sex, Manipulation, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships

And many a tear we shed Because we know They'll cease to grow In fact, they'll soon be dead

Her fingertips are oily.

It’s a gross thing to fixate on, but she can’t help it. For the past few days, she has been running her fingers through her hair out of an instinctive habit. Yuu keeps hoping that her fingers will snag on silk and the familiar tug of a hair strand will happen, but to no avail. Instead, her fingers only get stuck on tangled curls and greasy strands of unwashed hair.

Automatically, her hands drop to her collarbone, but reality is still cruel. All her prized possessions are gone no matter how much she wishes for it. Perhaps if she closed her eyes, she’ll be able to find them in her dreams.

Three hollow knocks echo through the house.

Her stomach twists in on itself. She knows it’s silly to be so afraid. If she must get morbid, then she would know better than anyone that he would not be the one waiting on the other side of the door. No, in the end, it most likely will be her succumbing out of desperation. At least that’s what the writer in her mutters bitterly.

And yet, she pauses before the main doors of Ramshackle.

What if it is him? Then what will she do? Her eyes slide to the side of the door to the shoe rack before stopping at the umbrella leaning next to it. For a moment, she wonders if it’ll be enough if it’s used as a bludgeon. Yuu quickly snaps her gaze away, shaking her head. How crazy has she become these days?

When she opens the door, a familiar figure greets her eyes and she almost collapses from relief.

“Can I come in?” Trey asks, head tilted in a weary smile while carrying a tin of cookies.

–

The cookies pair extremely well with the cheap tea bags Yuu got from Sam’s store.

“Sorry to disturb you like this out of the blue.” Trey is so polite, letting her snack on most of the lemon cookies he brought over. He’s barely even touched his cup of tea, which is a shame, because the tea and cookies are quite tasty together.

“No, no, you’re fine, Clover-senpai.” She says. “Is something the matter?”

Trey gives that sheepish looking smile again, meanwhile rubbing his hand over his neck. It’s a nervous tick that she’s familiar with. After spending so much time in Heartslabyul, it’s nearly impossible to miss it.

“The thing is…” He starts slowly. “The dorm’s fine and all, but the mood’s been off these past few days.”

Cold chills run down her back.

“Ever since the tea party, Riddle’s been a bit…tense.” Trey sighs, finally meeting her eyes again. “Did…you guys have an argument or something?”

An argument. Despite the dread and nausea curling in her gut, she refrains from giving a sharp laugh. She settles on saying, “That’s one way to put it.”

There’s a pause while Trey purses his lips while clasping his hands.

“I don’t want to pry, and it’s not any of my business,” Trey finally says, breathing out a heavy sigh. “But Riddle is my friend and I don't want to see you two go through this.”

Her fingers are already shakily combing through her hair (she should really wash it soon). Another silence goes on. Trey clears his throat, fiddling with the teacup in front of him.

“…also Riddle wanted me to tell you that he has your hair ribbons and brooch.” Crushed flowers and grass flashes in her vision and the urge to vomit rises within her throat. How despicable. Knowing full well what those items meant to her and holding it above her head can only be a childish tyrant’s actions. Still, he has her right in the palm of his hand. It’s a subtle ultimatum that already speaks for itself.

“…will a letter suffice?” Humiliating defeat. Blood roars through her ears, and yet she can only manage a pitiful response.

It’s obvious Trey is taken back, but after looking at the expression on her face, he drops his eyes and nods. “I can make sure it gets to him.”

Her lips curl into a cracked, sharp grin. If she couldn’t have the honor of saying what she wants to the culprit himself, then she can make sure the words written in smooth cursive will carry all the fire and spite she harbors.

“Wonderful.”

—

“You’re back.”

Trey nods uneasily at Riddle’s greeting. His housewarden doesn’t have to say anything else, merely holding out a waiting hand. There’s a small pause, a questioning whether Trey should really do this, but it’s gone the moment Riddle’s eyes narrow in impatience, and the letter is in his gloved hand without another word.

Trey watches apprehensively as Riddle slices open the envelope with a letter opener. Bronze handle, with the blade being a sturdy iron. It’s a little thing that escapes most people’s notice, but he remembers. The gift is something Riddle cherishes deeply ever since he received it. After all, only two people send letters to Riddle: his mother, and the Ramshackle prefect.

Trey waits. Riddle’s eyes scan over the papers in his hands. He’s not sure what is going through Riddle’s head right now. He wasn’t privy to what Yuu wrote in her letter nor did he want to be nosy. But he remembers her face. That alone itself is enough for reservations.

Riddle laughs, jarring Trey from his train of thoughts. Trey watches in intrepidation as his housewarden chuckles as if he’s been told the funniest joke of them all.

“Yuu has quite a sense of humor.” Riddle’s laughs finally die down to amused chortles, still reading the paper as fondly as one would read a love letter. However, Trey is quite sure that the contents within that paper are not professments of affection.

“Trey.” The vice housewarden straightens out of habit at Riddle calling him. His tone indicates an order to be bestowed. “Prepare for another tea party.”

The fifth day of the month has passed a week ago. There’s no Unbirthday parties scheduled in the near future. It’s evident this tea party will not be a public one. But what can he do now? He is only a subject under Riddle’s iron hand—and it is his duty to serve his Queen.

“Of course, Housewarden.”

—

Yuu arrived five minutes early, to account for unexpected matters.

Things such as being stopped for holding a cast iron pan and a dark expression. Thankfully, it seems that other Heartslabyul students knew better than to stop the Ramshackle prefect, and especially not when she’s mad. They quickly slink to the side as they side eye her walking past, casually swinging the pan back and forth in time with her steps.

She’s sure at the very least it will give Riddle some pause, even if it’s suspicious. It’s not like she has any magic to defend herself with. So he must give some lenience where due.

Trey is waiting for her by the door to the garden. His gold eyes drop to the pan in her hands for a quick second before meeting hers again. He nods in gentle encouragement.

“Go on in. Everything’s set up already.”

Yuu still isn’t really prepared when she steps through the door. She thought the pan in her hand would give enough courage to get through the freezing fear of seeing red. It’s not the same setup as before. There’s no whimsical decorations. Just a simple table with refreshments. And yet, her grip on the pan almost loosens at the sight of the boy sitting at the table.

“You’re on time, for once.” He smiles over his cup of tea, not caring at how her face twists in instinctive disgust. If he’s noticed what’s in her right hand, he gives no indication. “Come, sit.”

Still, Yuu is annoyed–she should be the one driving this conversation, not him. She makes a point by deliberately setting the pan on the quaint table, right next to her teacup. Riddle finally acknowledges the action with a frustratingly fond smile that has Yuu’s blood boiling. She huffs, and allows Riddle to pour her tea.

“Where’s my brooch and ribbons.” It’s not a question. She doesn’t really care for where he has them, all that’s needed is for him to do his part and hand them over. That was part of the deal they made. She hoped that that rigid, upright part of him would still be somewhat intact, even after everything.

Riddle clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. “Patience, my love.” The nickname is enough to have her gripping her teacup too tightly. She’s starting to reach for her pan when thankfully, he reaches within his overcoat and brings out her precious items. They bear no sign of being under duress, all sparkling clean within his palm. Yuu pushes away the thought of how it was like the perfect crime scene; unblemished with no traces to the culprit.

But when Yuu reaches out desperately to grab the accessories, Riddle curls his fingers around them and pulls them out of her reach. Like a cliffhanger, she is left exclaiming in barely contained rage and confusion.

“Give them back! You–” She has to stop herself, remind herself where she is on this precarious slope. “Riddle. Please. You promised to give them back if I came here.”

“I did.” Riddle once again raises his tea cup to take another agonizing long sip. “I’m simply adding some terms before I do.”

The urge to bash his head in comes back in a violent rush. Who does he think he is?

“And what exactly are those terms?” Yuu asks, curling her fingers once again around the pan next to her. Riddle’s steely eyes only glint in amusement.

“First, you are not to associate yourself with those underclassmen ruffians anymore.” The verdict is delivered as a death sentence: cold, unfeeling, and absolutely unreasonable. Before Yuu could even try to protest, he continues without even pausing.

“Second, you are to stay by my side as often as possible.” This term has her stopping in her tracks. Ironically, it was more reasonable than the first one. But this is not a contractual term. No, it’s one of his beloved rules-meant to uphold the core of his world.

“My world does not revolve around you, and yours shouldn’t revolve around mine.” Yuu spits the words in choked frustration. “Even if you’re my friend, you’re going way too far.”

Riddle only stares, iron hues boring through her. Yuu feels like she’s being chipped away, slowly but surely against her will. Heartslabyul’s housewarden has always been noted to be headstrong and stubborn. These traits are what won him his throne, after all.

“To correct you, we’re not friends,” Riddle closes his eyes while taking another sip. “How can we be friends, after sharing such an intimate moment together?”

He’s not listening. Of course he isn’t. Why would a Queen deign to listen to a puny subject’s pathetic cries? It doesn’t make her any less angry though.

“You’re crazy, “ she seethes. Riddle laughs, stern face breaking into a hauntingly delighted smile.

“Am I? I must say, you’re crazier for thinking you can just walk away from me.” His chilling words don’t match his smug face at all.

She doesn’t hesitate or pause, yet by the time she’s grabbing the pan and bringing it over her head, Riddle’s eyes flash and she’s restrained by some unknown force. It digs into her wrist, making her release the iron pan by instinct and it clangs upon the ground, sliding away a good few feet. Damn him, she couldn’t even see how he activated his magic–his magical pen is nowhere to be found.

“Oh dear, you weren’t going to resort to violence, were you?” Yuu snarls at Riddle’s condescending chuckle. “It would be most unladylike. Besides, I think you’re forgetting that I’m one of the more powerful mages at this school.”

“Spare me the lecture,” she hisses, tugging at her wrists, desperately trying to dislodge whatever is pinning her in place. Sadistic bastard.

“There wouldn’t be a need for a lecture in the first place if you would just listen.” Yuu doesn’t miss the sharp edge to his scolding. She finally realizes something about this unknown force purposely digging into her skin, pinpointing her veins and nerves—it reminds her of curved rose thorns, sharp and unforgiving, and completely nasty to remove.

She had walked into a trap.

—

In a way, Yuu was glad to be inside. There were many outdoor elements she would not be fond of at the moment.

She would still rather it not happen at all. The unknown force had returned at full power and dug into the junction of her wrist and waist when Trey asks her if she is okay. Yuu can only smile as pain flares from nerves being stretched to their limits, assuring him she’s fine. Riddle only took advantage of her inability to speak more to override her completely, sweeping her away to his bedroom with the excuse that she needed rest.

He’s gotten better, she notes. As she lays upon velvet covers with hair and clothes fanned around her like a halo, it’s the only thing that she can really think of without wanting to vomit. A high pitched moan echoes in the room and Yuu realizes through groggy dizziness that it was from her. The realization is snuffed by another bolt of pleasure wracking through her body, making her arch her back and scream.

Riddle rises above her spread legs, ironed shirt and blazer discarded, humming in satisfaction. A lithe pink tongue peeks out and swipes away shiny liquids coating the lower half of his face. He runs a careless hand to push back his hair, smirking down at her boneless form and glazed eyes.

“Good girl.” Shame floods her as more cum drools out of her hole in response, a deep seated wanting burning through her body. Gritting her teeth, she can barely even push herself up on a pillow in an attempt to orient herself when Riddle traps her with his arms on the headboard.

“Now, now,” he coos. “We’re not finished here.”

Her breath is stolen away in a single, feral thrust that has her scrabbling for hold on Riddle’s shoulders.

—

Something shiny draws her eye from the nightstand. When she strains her neck to see what it is, her chest tightens.

The antique letter opener was one of the most expensive items she had bought when she arrived in this world. Yuu would never have bought it, even for herself. It would’ve been a waste of madol and she could not afford to, what with caring for Grim and their living expenses. As much as she would have enjoyed it as an avid novelist, there simply would have been no point to, especially when she would be returning to her own world.

The circumstances just happened to line up. Riddle’s birthday was nearing, and she had been out for a lark in the town square. A quaint little antique shop had caught her eye, and despite Grim’s bored protests, she dragged her companion to the store’s door eagerly. She had only meant to be window shopping—but the letter opener was too beautiful to pass by.

The storekeeper chirped something about it being a perfect gift for a significant other when ringing up the purchase. Something about how the creator first carved the symbols of roses around the handle for his wife (for those were her favorite flowers) and gifted it to her, so she would always remember him when she used it. At the time, Yuu only blushed and politely thanked her, and left the establishment with swirling feelings. She thought it preposterous that Riddle and her could ever have such a relationship.

It’s sitting askew on the nightstand, next to an opened letter. She knew whose it was without even looking. Who else sends him letters besides his mother? Yuu only wishes she could reach further and tear that paper to shreds, burn it all to ashes. Riddle stirs, face still buried in her bare chest, soft breaths tickling damp skin.

She thought of how delighted she was that she had a pen pal in this world. Even if their letters were mostly nonsensical past times, Yuu thought she knew the Riddle everyone else was afraid of.

Thankfully, Riddle doesn’t stir when she wriggles an arm free of the sheets, slowly, cautiously reaching out towards the nightstand. Her fingers brush against cold metal, barely able to tilt the handle enough to make it slide towards her opened palm. Yuu just barely is able to catch it, the awkward position making the sharp part dig into her flesh.

Adjusting her hold, she raises the blade above her head. For a moment, she’s frozen in place as her eyes examine the sleeping body laying upon her. Not in hesitation(she is long past morality at this point)—but to figure out where best to strike.

The head is viable, but the blade might be too dull to do any real damage. If she aims just right, she could try going for the heart through his pale shoulder blades. But she’s a novelist, not a mad scientist. The chances she actually manages to pierce his heart is too low and risky (as much as she would love to try).

His throat, however…

She swears he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, and his breathing slow and steady. But somehow, her aim still misses, just barely slicing skin and missing important nerves to be a fatal blow. Her wrist is caught in a tight grip as Riddle looks up at her with a wry smile.

“Using your gift against me? Rather rude, don’t you think?” His sleepy voice dances with mirth even though his neck bleeds little droplets of crimson. Her eyes follow the trail down his Adam's apple, down his collarbone, and finally, it trickles down and stains the white bedsheets a bright scarlet tint that reminds her of the roses that symbolize the dorm.

“I’ll kill you.” The words are murmured with quiet conviction. A promise.

The Queen of Hearts laughs.

“Good luck, then, my dear.”

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qierxing · 1 year ago

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All in a Golden Afternoon

Commissioned by the splendid rainbowsillz Yan! Riddle Rosehearts x F! OC TW/CW: Non//Con NSFT, Fingering, Frottage, Manipulation, Toxic Expectations, Blood mention

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers For especially in the month of June There's a wealth of happiness and romance All in the golden afternoon

Contrary to what many people thought, there is a pattern to Heartslabyul’s rose maze.

Most don’t think so, because of the infamous legend where the Queen of Hearts had to chase after a miscreant girl and thus afterward made her rose garden a labyrinth, so any intruders and such would get trapped in its thorns. The bloodhounds would sniff them out, then the card soldiers would make quick work dragging them away, and then it would be off to the dungeons and obviously, their heads as well. But her Majesty wasn’t a fool. There’s little markers; that if one looked closely, would show the way to the many exits.

If only people understood this, he huffs as he walks through the tall hedges, that they would be less prone to being fools and getting lost here.

Then again, Yuu has always been a special case.

It’s happened so many times that at this point, Riddle has practically slotted a time in his carefully crafted daily schedule to walk through the rose maze just to find her. It’s become part of his routine without him realizing, where he’s starting to look forward to the half hour walk through greenery to the prefect who has captured his waking thoughts.

It’s embarrassing. He’s the top of every class, holds tremendous magical power, and rules over Heartslabyul as its queen. He should scold her for making this daily wanderlust a bad habit, and yet, he can’t find it in himself to do so when he’s faced with Yuu.

He’s already passed by the usual areas he finds her in. His heart rate picks up slightly, wondering if the next corner he turns will be where she is.

What will he do when he finds her?

He comes to a stop. Usually, he walks her back to an exit and the both of them bid each other a formal farewell, usually with some gratitude from Yuu for finding her. And that’s always been the end of it. Nothing more, nothing less.

But he doesn’t want that to happen today.

“Perhaps some afternoon tea is in order…” he mumbles to himself. The sun is still high in the sky, and it has yet to be five in the evening. They could still brew some black tea and have some of the leftover pastries from the previous Unbirthday party. He could get one of the freshmen to set out the nice tablecloth and silverware, there was a set of tea cups that would suit Yuu, made of fine bone china with forest green and rose red glaze–

“It seems you found me again, Housewarden Rosehearts.” A familiar quiet voice breaks him out of his cloud of thoughts.

In the rose maze, there are many trees and flora planted within, not just the regular rose bushes. Daisies, daffodils, petunias, and even more can be found here, as there were tales from the olden days that if you listened closely enough, the flowers would sing to you. The prefect is nestled comfortably as an audience member, surrounded by the fronds of grass and flowers swaying and trilling in the cool breeze.

“You cannot sit there, Yuu.” The prefect smiles up at him, and his heartbeat goes into overdrive.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to not crush any of the flowers. Besides, don’t you think this weather is perfect for a nap?” She raises a hand, and Riddle huffs but obliges, offering his own hand to pull her up.

“It’s not polite to be sleeping in other dorm’s gardens.” He replies. “Must you always get yourself lost here?”

“My, you say that and yet, you always come to get me.” She giggles.

“Nonsense!” Riddle sputters, his face heating up instantly. “I am merely fulfilling my duties as a housewarden to make sure no miscreants are causing trouble!”

“Of course, Housewarden Rosehearts, of course.” Yuu smiles coyly.

His lips thin at the formal address, but she’s already turning away. Yuu looks back puzzled at him standing there motionless.

“Housewarden?”

He snaps back to the present.

“Yuu, I believe I have informed you that you don’t need to address me so formally, especially when we’re alone.” He walks up to her, and she tilts her head. Her eyes are clear ponds of lush green with nothing to hide in its depths.

“My bad, it’s just a habit.” Yuu nods. The conflicting emotions settle a bit at the response. He lets her string an arm around his own, and they both start walking.

“I was thinking…” He brings up tentatively after some moments pass. “Would you perhaps like to have tea with me?”

“Today?” She turns to him in surprise. “What’s the occasion?”

“I-I just thought it would be nice, since you said the weather was perfect and all…” He stammers a bit, feeling the tips of ears burn. The skin under his collar feels heated and choked all at once.

Yuu hums in thought, and when Riddle chances a side glance, she’s tugging at her ribbons subconsciously with a faraway look in her eyes. He resists the urge to straighten them himself.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can do today but…how about tomorrow? Since it’s Friday.” Yuu asks.

A weight lifts off his chest. “That works just fine,” he says a mite too excitedly, “then, how about after classes end?”

“Mhm! I’m looking forward to it!” Riddle’s heartbeat races as he watches Yuu grin at him unabashedly. He’s more than glad that she didn’t tease him for sounding so desperate. It’s hard to find people who are just as earnest and compassionate in these halls.

“I, as well…” He murmurs back, his chest blooming in warmth and giddiness.

–

When he notified Trey about the tea time, his vice housewarden gave him a knowing look.

“I’ll help of course, but you might want to stay quiet around the others about it.” He chuckles while adjusting his fedora hat. “You know how our freshmen and Cater can be about this kind of stuff.”

He’s a bit mortified at how obvious he was. His face after the discussion took a good ten minutes to return to its original hue.

Thankfully, the weather today was just as perfect as yesterday (perhaps it’s the blessing of the Queen of Hearts domain to have eternal spring weather), with the sun not being too overbearing or scorching and the sky filled with fluffy clouds. The flowers sway in the cool breeze, whistling a playful tune.

The table is set with the nicest silverware Heartslabyul owns. It’s polished to gleam brightly under the sunlight, not a single blemish to be found. The bone china set he had in mind is set out, the ceramic wiped free of any kind of dust. Trey had generously given up his fresh strawberry tart that he made from his garden in the science club. The strawberries glisten like rubies under the glass protector, surrounded by various other leftover pastries from the past tea party.

Riddle takes out his pocket watch. Three more minutes. He’s already so antsy, tapping his foot rapidly like the White Rabbit; who always worried that he would be late to his appointments. His phone buzzes with a notification, and he jumps slightly at the noise. When he opens the screen, there’s a new text message banner.

‘Oops, I got lost again. Could you come find me, Housewarden?’ it reads.

He doesn’t even need to check who the sender is. He should feel annoyed that he’s being sent once again on a wild rabbit chase, but he supposes it’s better than just having to wait around anxiously. In some ways, his heart races in anticipation at the thought of finding Yuu rather than the other way around.

It’s like clockwork. He takes the usual path around to check the areas where she could possibly get lost. Although, if he thought about it, most likely Trey must have escorted Yuu to an entrance before she insisted on finding the way herself. It would be just like her to not want to create more work for others–albeit even if it did for him. Well, he doesn’t mind.

So when he hears a voice that is most definitely not Yuu’s, Riddle is more than incensed. A spade card soldier, most likely a freshman. No one else could have this much audacity to speak to Yuu with such a dreamy look on his face.

“–I-It’s nice to meet you, Yuu!” Riddle grits his teeth at the fondness permeating his tone. How dare he–

“What’s the meaning of this?” The two of them snap their eyes to him at the sharp announcement. The card soldier immediately straightens to attention when he registers Riddle’s cold steel eyes drilling into him. Yuu on the other hand, just blinks in confusion at the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Housewarden Rosehearts, this is just–” the card soldier stammers, but Riddle will not have it.

“The prefect has business with me. I thought I made it clear that no one was to enter the rose maze at this time.” He pins the card soldier with a chilling glare.

“P-Please f-forgive me, Housewarden Rosehearts!” The freshman yelps, knees knocking into each other already out of fear.

Before he can get another word out or even enact his unique spell, a hand gently rests upon his own arm. He stills and looks at Yuu, whose face is furrowed in disapproval.

“Housewarden, just let it go this time,” she says calmly, “I know you were trying to prepare, but he was just trying to help me find my way to you.”

His anger simmers down into an annoyance that settles in the back of his throat. He nods stiffly, before turning to dismiss the card soldier with a wave of his hand. The poor lad scurries out of sight into the leaves, but Riddle will remember his face for later. He certainly does not forget those in need of punishment.

Yuu wraps an arm around his, and he tries to will the feeling of annoyance away.

“I understand how your rules help you navigate things, Housewarden, but don’t you think that was rather harsh?” HIs mouth instantly twists into a frown at Yuu piping up. “I thought you promised everyone that you would lighten up on yourself.”

Irritation wells up inside his chest, and he tightens his hold on her arm ever so slightly. He recalls the words of his therapist, counting to ten, trying so hard to parse the tendrils of outrage and squash it.

“If orders are not followed, it will only breed willful disobedience,” he responds. “It is my duty as Housewarden to make sure there is order among our ranks.”

Yuu shakes her head, frown deepening. “Housewarden–”

“Riddle.”

“Riddle, you know that he was only trying to help. I think you’d rather that than having to waste time looking for me.”

“On the contrary, it would’ve been better. Then we won’t run circles around each other,” he forces through gritted teeth. Yuu isn’t able to give a reply since they finally reach their destination. Riddle pulls out a chair for her and she hesitates before reluctantly taking a seat with a murmur of thanks.

The tea time that he had so carefully prepared for has been ruined so easily. There’s no bright chatter or mood happening, instead only somber silence as Riddle pours them both tea. The tart no longer has its golden luster, strawberries melting into the custard and the pie crust becoming soggy.

It’s a full minute of clinking silver and nothing else. Riddle looks up as the sunlight abruptly dims, seeing clouds gather on the horizon. Agitation claws at his mind. If only that card soldier didn’t interfere. If only, if only–

“Hmm, should we postpone this?” Riddle snaps his head to Yuu who is also observing the clouds with a worried look. “It looks like it might rain soon.”

They should. Being caught in the rain means there’s a risk of breaking rule 124, and Riddle has no time for that on his schedule. And yet, he can’t. He just managed to get some time with him and Yuu alone. It’s not fair. Compared to her friends, he’s only spent at most a half hour with her every other day.

Doesn’t he deserve consideration?

“No.”

Yuu furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Housewarden?”

He feels something inside him begin to crack. “Do you call others this formally too?”

“What…?”

Yuu flinches when Riddle stalks over with an unsteady gait. Fear starts bleeding into her irises when he slams his hands down on the arms of her chair. Instinctively she leans away, but instead it sends both of them tumbling backward, chair, table and all as thunder rumbles across the sky.

There’s tears bubbling up on her eyelashes, trickling down her face and Riddle can only think about how beautiful she looks under his arms. Rain pours down on both of them, mixing in with the mess of food and fluids of the upturned tea table. He can’t stop now. If he’s come this far, then he must see it through to the end.

“Riddle, s-stop t-this!” Yuu cries out, but he ignores it, clumsily fumbling with her blouse and tearing her brooch off. “Riddle! Please, please, no!–”

She screams as trembling pale fingers uncover the expanse of her neck and he pounces, biting down hard. His teeth are close enough to her pulse that he swears that he could feel it pounding against his canines. It’s not until he registers his chest being beaten by weak fists that he realizes that blood is staining his mouth.

When he leans back, Yuu has gone limp against him, defeated and utterly drained of all the fight. The rain still hasn’t let up, washing blood from his lips and her neck. He grits his teeth. He can’t lose his mark–it’s the only thing to make sure that no one else will have the gall to follow after that heathen!

Yuu thrashes back to life when he slips his freezing hands under her dress, crying and sobbing, trying to push him away. Her hair is in complete disarray, hair ribbons coming undone under the rain and her thrashing. Riddle nibbles his mark on her neck as his hand searches under frills and tugs, ripping lace and making Yuu yelp in embarrassment. Her movements kick up more, desperation fuelling her panic. But his grip doesn’t falter.

“Don’t worry, love,” he coos, firmly grasping her hips and pulling them down to meet his own, making her gasp at her bare cunt meeting his hard, clothed arousal. “It’s just the two of us here.”

“R-Riddle, no, no, no–please, please, I’ll do anything–” she moans, trying ever so hard to hold back her pleasure at their lower parts rubbing each other in a steady rhythm, juices already soaking into his trousers.

The rhythm Riddle sets is clumsy, partly because of the chill and rest because of his shameful inexperience. It’s embarrassing that it only takes several thrusts and he’s already coming inside his pants, warm sticky fluids soaking his crotch and mixing with Yuu’s own arousal.

Riddle’s trembling with adrenaline as he rips his gloves off. The tips of his fingers slide through her folds easily, slick clinging onto his skin and making him hum in satisfaction. He works a finger inside, then another, and finally a third one, scissoring them in a steady motion. Warm walls pulse and Yuu arches her back in a silent wail as he buries his face into her chest, not letting up on his hold. The end comes too quickly again, warm cum gushing over his palm and drenching his own clothes.

Both of them are half covered in mud and his clothes are completely soiled. And yet, he could hardly care less about his carefully crafted image. The slithering irritability at the back of his mind has finally been silenced, no longer clawing at his throat. There is nothing else but the soft pitter patter of raindrops on grass.

Nothing else.

–

It’s stopped raining.

Despite this, dreary gray clouds still hang heavy in the sky. Cold wind blows and if he strained closer, Riddle swears that he can hear wailing in the gales. He wonders if flowers could sing, could they also cry?

Riddle doesn’t want to think of the consequences of the next few hours.

The card soldiers come marching in, led by Trey and Cater, who worriedly shake them awake from unconsciousness. The fact they’re in tatters distract from the fact that Yuu is trembling in Riddle’s hold. Not from the cold. She resembles prey that has been caught in a trap; left shivering, waiting for death by bleeding out or by hunters who will come to collect their game.

The Queen’s rose maze has served its purpose once again.

They must make for a sorry sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cater glance back at the upturned table, the smashed glass and debris. He asks a question that is drowned out in the shrieking wind. Trey’s answer is lost in the winds but he sees how both of them exchange a wary glance.

“Leave it.” He orders. The rest of the card soldiers comply reluctantly, sparing a concerned glance back at the carnage. There is no need for items that have lost their value. He is a queen, after all. Monarchs must do what they must in order for their reign to be successful.

Yuu is his. No one else can say that they’re as close. Not that foolish freshman card soldier, not her friends, who can’t even get a decent grade. No, he is the one who holds the key to her heart. She who wanders among the flowers and trees, will no longer be so carefree to share her love with others. And if Yuu forgets, well…

He presses his lips against a tattered green hair ribbon and smiles.

Perhaps another tea time among the roses will be in order.

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