#riddle rosehearts x fem reader

[blueblossomrose]

OMG pediatrician Riddle 😍 I never thought of this idea but it's just so cute and wonderful 😭 can we have more hcs about this?

Of course 🥺

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, fem!afab!mc, fluffy, MC is mentioned as also being in the medicine area.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Riddle's controlling mother expected him to become a doctor. He was resigned to that pre-overblot, and post-overblot, when he started thinking more for himself, he thought about being a lawyer.

Something related to laws seemed perfect for him indeed, until in a conversation with MC, he realized how calm he was around children.

He and MC were still in the early stages of their dating, and the day before MC had asked him for help with a social project she was participating in. This project involved children.

MC noticed how good Riddle was with children. This was a surprise even to him, personally.

After that it didn't take long for Riddle to realize that he liked being around children.

Like, they were so genuine and sweet. Yes, they could be quite demanding and stressful at times, but nothing a serious conversation and a lot of patience couldn't solve.

Riddle soon realized that he could easily convince children by speaking softly into a conversation they could understand (sometimes offering them some candy can also help).

He feels calmer around children. Those excited smiles, those hysterical little screams of joy, the sound of little feet and shoes hitting the floor, the words coming out fast, jumbled or wrong. It's all so imperfect, but so honest at the same time...

He doesn't feel like he needs to be 100% perfect around them. And this is pure gold for him.

He already knew the basics of medicine because of his parents, and after taking care of the children, he became curious about the profession.

He took a course to see if he really liked it, and when he discovered this new passion, he dedicated himself completely.

He is an excellent pediatrician, as if they could expect nothing less from him.

The children love him as much as he loves them. They all want to see the Dr. Rosehearts.

He is kind and calm, very professional. Both children and parents feel at ease in his office.

He's the kind of doctor who gives them candy if they behave after the appointment.

Even for those parents who are visibly controlling? He secretly gives the child the candy.

This is reflected in his own relationship with his children.

He is a very calm dad. Calmer than you might imagine. He tries with all his might to avoid screaming.

Sometimes a scream or two ends up escaping, but it's very difficult for him to shout.

His daughter is afraid of injections, and most of the time he is the one who gives them. When she was a child it was especially difficult, he even cried with her.

He usually works with a specific age range of 9 to 17 years old before he had children, so it was all very new to him. He began working more with babies/toddlers after the birth of his children and excelled in that area as well, as expected from him.

[astro-stars]

leaked nicknames

When Yuu's list of nicknames and their supposed reasonings gets leaked, NRC erupts into chaos. Some are flattered, others are confused, and a handful are completely mortified. Meanwhile, the Magicam audience is eating this up, dubbing it one of Yuu’s most iconic moments to date.

Immediate Reactions Across NRC

Magicam Frenzy

Cater posts: “YUU REALLY CALLED RIDDLE ‘BBG’ AND MALLEUS ‘NIGHT HUSBAND.’ 💀🔥 #NicknameGate #YuuNeverMisses”

Comments are out of control:

“TSUNOTARO IS REAL AND WE HAVE PROOF.”

“She really called Azul ‘love’ while Floyd gets a literal eel translation. I’M CRYING.”

“‘Peepaw’ for Lilia is SENDING ME.”

Dorm-Specific Reactions

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

Blushing furiously. “BBG?! Yuu! That is… highly inappropriate! Please refrain from calling me such embarrassing things!”

Trey Clover:

Laughs nervously. “Malewife, huh? I… I guess I’ll take it as a compliment?”

Ace Trappola:

DYING WITH LAUGHTER. “THE BRAIN CELL DUO?! I’M GONNA TELL EVERYONE YOU SAID THAT!”

Deuce Spade:

Stammering, completely flustered. “W-Wait, we’re the brain cell duo? Is that… a good thing?”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Raises an eyebrow, smirking. “teta, huh? I don’t even want to know what that means.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Laughing so hard he’s clutching his sides. “Mono? Cute?! Yuu, you really think I’m cute?! This is GOLD!”

Jack Howl:

Blushing furiously, his ears twitching. “Wolfie… I don’t mind it, but… did you have to make it public?”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Adjusts his glasses, his face flushed. “Amor? Really, Yuu? That’s… quite bold of you.”

Jade Leech:

Smirks, clearly entertained. “Ah, Anguila. Such a fitting name. I’ll make sure Floyd appreciates it as well.”

Floyd Leech:

Laughing uncontrollably. “SHRIMPY, YOU CALLED ME AN EEL?! THAT’S SO BORING! GIVE ME A COOLER NICKNAME!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:

Beaming. “Sunshine! That’s so sweet, Yuu! You’re like sunshine too!”

Jamil Viper:

Groans, covering his face. “Pretty boy? Really? Couldn’t you have chosen something less… embarrassing?”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

Nods approvingly. “Ma reine. At least someone recognizes true royalty around here.”

Epel Felmier:

Snickering. “You gave Rook ‘mon chasseur,’ but what about me, huh?! I deserve a nickname too!”

Rook Hunt:

“Ah, mon cher Yuu! Your acknowledgment of my hunting prowess is magnifique! You flatter me greatly!”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

MORTIFIED. “Sámi?! Yuu! You can’t just… call me that! It’s way too accurate!”

Ortho Shroud:

Beaming. “My son! Yuu, that’s so sweet! I’ll always be your baby!”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

Smiling softly. “Tsunotaro and night husband. I am honored by your affectionate names, Yuu.”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Laughing hysterically. “Peepaw?! Yuu, I feel so ancient now! But it’s hilarious, so I’ll allow it!”

Silver:

Blinks slowly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Pretty princess… I don’t understand, but if it makes you happy, Yuu.”

Sebek Zigvolt:

YELLING. “COCODRILO?! HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO SUCH A CREATURE?! I AM FAR SUPERIOR!”

The Fallout

Fans on Magicam are spiraling:

“Yuu’s nicknames are both chaotic and wholesome. ICONIC.”

“Night husband and peepaw in the same list? Yuu’s range is unparalleled.”

Memes flood in, with captions like:

*“Yuu: ‘Mono means cute.’ Ruggie: ‘I AM LIVING FOR THIS.’”

“Trey: ‘Malewife.’ Azul: ‘Amor.’ The duality of Yuu’s nicknames.”

i wanted to try smth different:)

DIVIDER: @/enchanthings-a

TAGLIST: @lunasmisosoup @soramcduckahyucky

[jester-lover]

What if the dorm leaders had a clumsy, klutzy, forgetful, and lazy female s/o that somehow knows how to do impossible tasks (like cooking up a feast, repairing a car, play 10 different instruments, getting good grades, etc) without even trying?

Dorm Leaders with a Talented yet Lazy Girlfriend

CWs: a tinge of jealousy, fluff and a little insecurity. Fem! Reader, s/o is basically one of those overpowered anime protags lol.

Riddle

He adores you so much as his girlfriend, but Riddle can’t help but be a little jealous of you. The sheer lack of effort you put into anything and everything you do compared to the overall success you have goes against everything he was raised to believe.

Riddle might push you to be a little more studious but ends up finding it meaningless. You simply have a talent for beating people who’ve put in considerably more effort than you have.

Those miraculous acts of preparation you do, such as preparing full meals and such, come in especially handy when his dorm is in chaos before a tea party.

Seeing you whip up the tea, set the table, and paint all the roses in record time, it was like seeing a phoenix rise from the ashes. He was so bewildered he just stood there, mouth slightly agape.

The klutzy nature you display fits right in with his dorm, so he isn’t put off by it at all.

“S/O, remember you’ve got a history test today…I know you’ll do great…”

Leona

At the start of your relationship, there is a comfort the two of you have in your shared sense of calm. You’re both chill people with slow lives, living comfortably. The second he learns how effortlessly you succeed at life, though? He can’t help but be a little jealous.

Very verbally supportive, but silently fuming until he realizes just how ridiculous he’s being. Then he’s bragging about you to anyone who’s even a little curious. 

Leona’s event planning skills are…unfortunate to say the least. So whenever the two of you have guests over or are hosting some type of event, you take over. 

Clumsiness is also something he isn’t used to; lion beastmen are agile in nature, so he tends to help you in terms of holding things and overall balance. Leona insists you hand over any heavy or easily breakable object to him.

“Do you want me to carry that? Your hands are shaking again…”

Azul

You two definitely met because he deemed you an easy target for one of his contracts, only to be embarrassed and slightly enamored when you broke apart each aspect of it and tried to negotiate a better deal for yourself.

He respects how multifaceted you are, especially when it comes to your talents. Azul might even employ you to play light background music for the lounge. 

If your talents extend to sports, he’s going to beg for advice.

“So you don’t even practice or anything? And you made the team? What do you mean you’ve never played—

On the topic of grades, he gets a little freaked out. You’ve been here for like a month, and you’ve learned all of Twisted Wonderland’s history already? Are you some kind of malfunctioning robot?

Azul also doesn’t care about your lazy nature; nap around his office all you want.

Kalim

You two are quite similar in disposition and overall vibes, but when it comes to grades, you’re way better off than he is.

The amount of stress you both put Jamil in before you locked in and cleaned out that entire dorm was unbelievable. I mean, a full-course dinner that he didn’t have to make; he’s begging you to marry Kalim at this point.

He would be the type to leave you sticky notes reminding you of your tasks and goals, with little encouraging messages.

“Don’t forget you have a presentation today! How’d you do all 20 slides in ten minutes? Who cares? You’ll do great! :)”

Vil

This would be a tricky situation.

Vil believes in pushing yourself to reach your ideal goals; to sweat and tire is to prove your worth to him. So to see you basically lose at every step of the way and still win at life is unbelievable. I mean, you forget every quiz date you get and still score hundreds every single time.

Vil also appreciates your musical skills; he’ll encourage you to play complex melodies as he gets ready in the morning, waking him up for the day ahead.

His own schedule takes time from his studies, but he also scores high on everything. He thinks your grades come from a good sense of intuition.

“Schatz, how could you possibly have scored a hundred on this when you skipped all but 2 classes?”

Laziness is something he dislikes overall, but he can’t help but find you adorable when you drift off to sleep in his dorm room as opposed to getting some job done for Crowley. He likes making you feel safe.

Idia

He thinks you’re a natural good luck charm; I mean, everything you do seems to fall into place! 

Idia is also kind of lazy, so he won’t complain about your work ethic. Your clumsy nature, on the other hand, worries him because of all the one-of-a-kind tech in his room.

Once Idia finds out how good you are at, well, practically everything, he’ll get a little self-conscious. I mean, you don’t even have to try, and you just kinda win? Why stay with a shut-in like him?

You shut that down pretty quick, and he learns to just enjoy your talented self. He’s got a girlfriend; he’s already like, halfway more successful than most of his internet buddies.

Idia would adore it. If you played some type of electric instrument, like a synth or an electric guitar, he’d buy you the best one on the market just to hear some of his favorite intro songs played by you.

“S/O, how does a keytar sound? Of course, you already know how to play that.”

Malleus

Grades and all that don’t really matter to Malleus, as he’s also just naturally talented at everything, similarly to you. It's your clumsy, human nature that enchants him. Fae like him are naturally balanced, elegant, and refined; they don’t just fall over or knock things down like you have a habit of doing.

“You’ve just done what humans call ‘eating dirt,’ did you not, Beastie? Intriguing…”

The concept of laziness is also new to him; he would have fun dragging you along to your tasks and seeing the looks of shock on people’s faces as you come riding into class on the Prince of the Briar Valley’s shoulders.

Malleus is also probably trained in several instruments, and he’d love to play duets or help you acquire more rare, niche musical tools.

People who’ve been around as long as he has don’t often deem things impossible, but the shocking speed at which you managed to fix the decaying Ramshackle dorm, cook dinner each night for Grim and yourself, and deal with everyone’s problems, including your own, has him questioning if you’re human at all.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [RANDOM CHATS] ¡! ❞ - MDNI A BIT NSFW

↳ Chat: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Leona, Ruggie & Jack x F!Reader

MY KO-FI

[twsted-outro]

#womeninmalefields trend from tiktok bc (Y/N) is sick of their shit

this was literally the first thing i started doodling as soon as I was free from the semester, goodnight.

original images below <3

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Ranking the NRC boys on how well they could drape a saree

On account of it being Wedding Season™, I present to you a tier list I made as I was waiting for my mum to finish getting ready at the salon

Just a reminder that I write for female readers

For some reason, Ortho’s not showing up but he would be top tier because Idia 100% programmed him to be able to do that (I’m talking about for Idia’s gf by the way)

[twistedpink]

Naive!Riddle that’s not some dolt, just.. inexperienced! And voluntarily, at that! MASSIVE fibber

Naive!Riddle that’ll tutor poor, destitute you out of the goodness of his heart (and most certainly not the smell of your perfume)

Naive!Riddle that’s suddenly trapped between a rock and a hard place- to embrace sweet, and soft you but leave himself vulnerable? Or to stand by his rules and leave you behind?

Naive!Riddle that doesn’t really get a choice either way, turns out his dearest prefect is so impatient, and oh so touchy

Naive!Riddle That feels white hot whenever you call out to him in the halls, a siren’s call to him is a simple “good morning” from you (paired with a signature houswarden-winning smile)

Naive!Riddle that doesn’t even recognize the grabbing of his elbow and the holding of his hand as flirting- it may fluster him as everything you do does nowadays, but flirting? Never!

Naive!Riddle that scarcely believes any rumours of your returned affections, no matter how boldly you go about them. You’ll save this tyrant from his pining, won’t you? <3

[cloudcountry]

ANYTING WITH FEM RIDDLE OMG

but like hi key

imagine us being the one to make us realize fem riddle would like to kiss ‼️WOMEN‼️ it would give her “mother” a HEART ATTACK

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET IS BE THE PROBLEM OR SMTH

SUMMARY: after a study session with riddle, she learns more about herself than she does about alchemy.

WARNINGS: riddle is experiencing some internalized homophobia.

COMMENTS: hehe (genderbends your great seven)

“Excuse me, Riddle? Do you know how to solve this problem?” you ask softly, mindful of the library around you as you scoot closer to her.

Riddle looks over at your paper, her red hair falling into her face from behind her ear. You tuck it behind her ear again like it’s second nature, and she tries to ignore how her cheeks flame red.

It’s all very platonic of her really.

After all, her mother would have a fit if she knew her daughter was having these kinds of thoughts about other girls.

It wasn’t proper. Riddle was supposed to marry a nice man, maybe a doctor or maybe a lawyer, become a doctor herself, and live out the rest of her days raising her future children and working. It sounded great.. It sounded lovely.

If she was being honest, it sounded miserable.

“Yes, of course.” Riddle clears her throat, talking you through the problem step by step.

She tries to ignore how you stare at her, expression shifting from focused to loving, your eyes taking her in as she talks. The paper starts to blur in her vision and her eyes flicker to you. Riddle doesn’t even notice when she starts to trail off, swallowing thickly when she sees your eyes dart down to her mouth. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and a warm shock of something shoots down Riddle’s spine.

“Do you get it now?” she squeaks, heart thrumming in her chest.

“Oh!” you snap out of whatever trance you’d placed yourself in, eyes darting away from her and back to your work, “Yes, I think so?”

Riddle can tell you’re lying. She bites her lower lip, peeling the skin off of it as she observes you. Why does she feel this way? It’s so foreign, it’s so...

It’s how she should feel about boys, right?

She whispers your name, soft and tentative. You look over and lean in closer to hear her, ever the attentive friend.

“Do you...” Riddle parts her lips, summoning all of her courage and opening her mouth wider when she speaks.

Do not mumble. That is unbefitting of the King of Hearts.

“What do you think...about girls?” she asks, fumbling at the last second and oh, how she wishes the ground would swallow her whole.

Why is she so embarrassed? She’s never acted this way around boys.

“I love girls.”  you say comfortably, as if it isn’t something to be ashamed of, as if it’s normal, as if it’s just part of who you are and you wouldn’t change a thing.

You look right at her when you say it, and the soft smile on your face is unmistakable.

You do not mean just platonically.

She wants to kiss you.

“Okay.” she says shortly, turning away like nothing ever happened—but her cherry red cheeks prove otherwise.

TAGLISTS -> riddle's roses . . . @cookiesandbiscuits @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#350 Mensties~

After You and Yuuka finished for the day destroying the 1st years...Crewel told you both where second years are...and got Trein on board to pause his class-

Yuuka*Looking at the 2nd years with an innocent smile*Okay guys~Its time for my favorite time of this class...The Female anatomy~

Floyd*Giggling in his chair*Heheh~This is the best day of my life~

The rest of the second years along with Floyd and others gulp at their gutter like minds HOPE you two would say...till you open your mouth-

Yuu: We are gonna talk about menstruation~

2nd Years:...Huh-What?

Trein*Chuckles sitting next to crewel, In the corner of the class*

Crewel: Hahah...The look on their stupid faces~*Takes a sip of wine*

Yuu: Once a month an egg travels to the uterus, and if it's not fertalized~

Azul & Jamil:Oh sevens...

Yuu: The uterus will all shed its lining~and is expelled as a bloody discharge!~

2nd years*Screams in horror at the explanation as Yuuka shows the slides show with realistic pictures*AAAAAAAAAAH!?

Azul: OH MY SEVENS!?

Floyd: WHAT THE FUC-

Silv*Sees Jade fainted with a smile*...Jade fainted sir's*Looks at the teachers*

Trein: Leave them alone, these imbeciles have been thru worse*Waves him off*

Riddle: What is wrong with you all?*Confused and looks at the others*It's, not a big deal...Its biology

Yuuka:...Well he is an unlikely ally

Yuu: Now periods can be very painful, Sometimes as painful as a heart attack

Kalim*Gasps in horror*You serious!Oh, my sevens...Im so sorry you girls have to go thru that! IM GONNA BRING CHOCOLATE TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY! I heard it makes it better!

Jamil:...I will make the chocolate*Sighs knowingly, knowing his sister goes thru the same*

Yuu & Yuuka*Both are endeared by Kalim's support*Aww~thats so sweet...

Rugg*Poking Jade and other classmates who fainted*Uh...these guys are still out, should we call the nurse?

Trein and Crewel continue to cackle at the misfortune of the class

...Crewel and Trein having the TIME of their lives-Also...Kalim you sweetie pie!~

Part 2 of:

[herwritingartcowboy]

Twisted Wonderland Halloween Quotes

A/n: I am using quotes from The nightmare before Christmas, Corpse bride, and The Addams family. Quotes, characters, and pictures don’t belong to me.

Fandom(s): Twisted wonderland

Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier

Readers Gender: Female

Riddle Rosehearts-

Riddle:-He’ll fix things Y/n he knows what to do

Y/n: How did you get down here Riddle?

Riddle: *Face growing red as he looks down* What I was trying to-Well I wanted to, to

Y/n: To help?

Riddle: I couldn’t let you just-

Y/n: *Holding both of Riddles hands in your own while looking down to him with a soft smile* Riddle, I can’t believe I never realized you-

Grim: Y/n! Y/n!

Vil Schoenheit-

Vil: *Goes to Y/n side and hold her hand*

Vil: Darling who is this?

Neige: Who is he?

Vil: I’m her husband *Showing off a diamond ring”

Neige: Y/n!

Y/n: Neige wait, you don’t understand he’s dead, look

Vil: *Looks between Neige and Y/n while his rage grows stronger * Hopscotch!

Epel Felmier-

Y/n: Look at him, I would die for him, I would kill for him, either way what bliss

Epel: *Turns to Y/n*

Y/n: Unhappy Darling?

Epel: Oh yes, yes completely

Epel: *Squints his eyes a bit as he turns away from the window* The sun Il me perce comme un poignard

Y/n: Epel that’s French

Y/n: Oui *Says smiling at her*

Y:n: *returning the smile while lifting Epels hand to her mouth giving it a kiss* Oh Cara Mia

Y/n: *Gets up and covers the window with the blinds*

Epel: Y/n

Y/n: Darling

Epel: Last night you were unhinged, you were like some desperate howling demon, you frightened me, do it again~

[severeaesthetic]

I see that you are accepting requests so I would love to request a 7 minute in heaven scenario with all the dorm leaders plus Lilia. You can make it fluffy/suggestive and if you wanted to do an 18+ continuation. You can if you want to. Thank you

7 minutes too little

For the sake of keeping it gn as possible I will refer to the reader as Yuu and you

Some you're dating them some you're not

⚠️some NSFW content, mentions of male genitalia, some strong language⚠️

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is already uncomfortable being at a party with the rest of the heartslabyul. Cater had the idea to play 7 minutes in heaven. Trey collected all the names and Riddle being the dorm leader pulled out two names. He got a little pissed off when he read it was You. he begrudgingly unfolded the other paper and let out a surprised yelp when he read his name.

I'm not gonna name names, but Cater charmed the fake papers to only say Riddle and Yuu.

I can feel the heat radiating off Riddle's nervous body as you two walked into the closet. Now this can go multiple ways. All of them involve him being in love with you.

So, if you return his feelings and haven't made them obvious, like me. I would be just as nervous as him and be awkward.

But if you are the opposite and constantly flirt with him, you might make the first move.

kabedon him. Or don't. I would. his face would be funny.

I don't think Riddle would last the full 7 minutes.

He would probably get a boner and a nosebleed just from kissing you.

He would be too embarrassed after time is up and cover his boner with his cape and quickly walk out of the room.

This is when you slip Cater and Trey their 20 Thaumarks each for helping you make a move on Riddle.

Leona Kingscholar

Smug mfer.

There was literally only five of you. Leona, Ruggie, Jack, and Rook.

Leona didn't even read the name on the paper before he threw you over his shoulder and took you out of the common room leaving grossed out jack and Ruggie and a smirking Rook.

I hope to God that Leona knows a silencing charm like in Harry Potter.

Let's go with Beastmen have heat/mating cycles. and lets say leona had just started his the day you were all hanging out. Beastmen get time off from classes for their heat cycles, so their partners do too. So for the next week you are Leona's prey and I wish you luck. All you wanted to do was play a game of 7 minutes in heaven, not 7 days of rough sex (that was followed up by soft aftercare cause Leona is soft for you)

Azul Ashengrotto

Okay so you weren't actually playing 7 minutes in heaven. You were actually on your way to see Azul to work on a project. Floyd just so happens to scream really loud that Azul likes you and says that you should kiss and barricades you two in his office.

Azul wants to hide in his octopot. He is bright red.

He desperately tries to avoid looking at you as he tries to focus on the project you two are supposed to do.

Me personally I would wait until he thinks I forgot about what Floyd did then I would attack. A single kiss on the cheek then back to work like nothing.

"Are ya kissin em' Azul!?" Floyd yelled loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear which made him even more embarrassed.

The best you would get from him if he didn't have a heart attack would be a kiss on the hand before you leave.

If you made a move you could kiss him and he wouldn't complain.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim has no filter. So you might be playing 7 in heaven but there wouldn't be time for a closet before you could see big hearts in his eyes and gasping before immediately kissing you even if everyone was complaining.

He is super excited and he sits next to you after kissing you and holds your hand the entire time.

no joke there is no need for 7 in heaven. All you have to do is ask this sweet boy for a kiss or hug and he'll give it to you.

Vil Schoenheit

Bold of you to assume he would stoop to the level of childish games such as that. No no. He would never, especially if it would ruin his makeup or disrupt his necessary sleep.

No. He will not play. He only uses smudge proof makeup and so he will give you a kiss. A single kiss. Not only does he respect you not to go overboard with PDA but he also has an image to keep up.

So don't ask him to play that stupid game, just ask for a kiss little sweet potato (his words, not mine)

Idia Shroud

Nononononononononononononononononononononononononono

He doesn't ever leave his room, he would rather be caught dead than in a situation where this game would be played.

However, you would make your Thems (Sims) characters play this game which would still make his heart melt. I mean, he would call you a cringey normie but still. He absolutely thinks it's cute. He would record it and watch it over and over and over again. He won't tell you that though. (Ortho would sow you the video and Idia watching it)

Malleus Draconia

What is this heaven and why do you have to go in a closet to get there?

Poor baby is so confused. If you want him to kiss you why do you have to go to a different realm to do it?

I think Lilia would put you two up to it, not necessarily playing the game as Malleus wouldn't understand the concept. Probably like Floyd he locked you guys in a room in Diasomnia. He would be polite about it and ask to kiss you. Straight up no shame.

He wouldn't make out with you like a horny teen. All kisses would be romantic. However, he would absolutely tangle his fingers in your hair or put his hand on the back of your neck not letting you get away from the kiss.

He would not have sex with you in a stuffy closet if it escalated to that. That is for peasants. He's gonna treat you right with his incredibly soft bed and incredible love making. Also literally the king of aftercare. Any pain you have is taken away when he gives you a potion.

Lilia Vanrouge

you would literally just be walking down the hall and Lilia would appear and drag you into a closet

Cheeky mf

Literally would make a huge show of setting his timer. Actually it's an hourglass cause he's old. 🙃

He would take his time rolling up his sleeves like he's about to cook that nasty wonderful cooking he always does.

He would draw everything out to tease you saying shit like 'Oh I'm not as young as I used to be I don't know how to kiss anyone' like he didn't make out with you before class Spiderman style???

Anyways, after he makes this grand show he finally gets ready to kiss you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks, looking into your eyes all sweetly. He teases a bit by looking down to your lips and back to your eyes. He asks if he can kiss you, such a gentleman. You close your eyes and prepare for a kiss. You feel his breath on your skin.

Just as you expect to feel his soft lips against yours

.........

YOU FEEL HIS TONGUE ON YOUR CHEEK!!!!!!!

Then you hear his little keehee tee laughter before he disappears and leaves you in the closet.

This man can't be serious in his old age. Ever.

[blueblossomrose]

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

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

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

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Summer Season

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How about take a trip to the falls?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What does that mean?!" Lilian insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The scene are completely chaotic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[astro-stars]

CHAPTER 3 : Mirror, Mirror

Crowley’s expression shifted, the mask of irritation slipping for the briefest moment to reveal something else—surprise? Confusion? The flicker was gone too quickly for Yuu to be sure. 

“Come again?” His voice was tight, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath the polished veneer. 

The mask in the mirror remained still, its hollow sockets unyielding. Its voice, however, grew firmer, the resonance of its words carrying undeniable weight. “I sense not a spark of this world’s magic. The color, the shape—all are unfamiliar. Therefore, she is suited for no dormitory.” 

The hall erupted into chaos. Whispers transformed into a rising storm of voices, crashing against the vaulted ceilings like an unrelenting tide. Yuu’s chest tightened as the crowd’s scrutiny intensified, their words rising into a crescendo of speculation. 

“She?” Crowley repeated, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the cacophony like a blade. The single word hung in the air, heavy and demanding. His gaze bore down on her, a mixture of disbelief and calculation. 

Yuu could barely breathe. The weight of his focus was suffocating, amplified by the countless pairs of eyes now boring into her from every corner of the room. The students leaned in, their faces alight with shock and curiosity. 

“A FEMALE?” one voice shouted above the din. 

“Why is one here?” 

“More like how?” 

The murmurs surged into a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of incredulity and intrigue. Yuu felt like prey surrounded by a pack of predators, their stares piercing her like arrows. The mask’s revelation had shattered the delicate balance of the hall, leaving confusion and astonishment in its wake. 

Crowley’s composure cracked further. His flamboyant air vanished, replaced by raw disbelief etched across his features. “An ebony carriage would never select a girl!” he exclaimed, his voice ricocheting off the walls. His hand tightened on the rope of shadows holding Grim, who now hung limp, his wide eyes reflecting the shock of the moment. 

Turning to Yuu, Crowley’s gaze sharpened, a storm of emotions churning behind his golden eyes—shock, disbelief, and the faintest hint of accusation. “In one hundred years, there has not been a single mistake in student selection,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “So why in the world…” His words trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her face, as if searching for some hidden truth buried within her. 

Yuu’s heart pounded furiously, each beat echoing in her ears like a drum. She felt the walls closing in, the room shrinking around her. The stares, the whispers, the unrelenting weight of the moment pressed down on her chest until it was almost impossible to breathe. 

She had known this would happen—she had read the scene a hundred times, was even expecting it. But experiencing it firsthand, with every nerve alight and every eye on her, was entirely different. The tension coiled around her like a serpent, squeezing tighter with every second. 

And then, with a sudden burst of energy, Grim broke free. “Mgh!” With a gasp of relief, he slipped from the shadows, the rope of love falling away like a forgotten accessory. The room fell silent once more, the students’ astonishment redirected at the blue-flamed cat who had just dramatically interrupted the ceremony. “Pah! Then I’ll take it’s place!” He spat out the words with a dramatic flourish, his fur ruffling as he landed on all fours. 

Crowley’s eyes narrowed, the line between his brows deepening. He turned to Yuu, his voice a low growl. “What is the meaning of this?” 

Grim strutted forward, tail flicking with confidence. “She can’t do magic, but I can! Just let me show you my fire!” The blue flame in his ear grew brighter, his chest puffing out in challenge. 

Yuu watched in horror as the blue-flamed cat opened his mouth, the fire building up in his throat like a living entity. 

“Stay right there, raccoon!” Crowley’s command was firm, his voice echoing in the vast space. The room grew eerily quiet again, the tension thickening like a fog. The students, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, took a collective step back. 

Grim’s eyes narrowed, his blue flame ear pulsing with excitement. “Unlike that human, I can use magic and I’m not a girl!” He declared, his fur ruffling with bravado. “Let me in the school instead!” 

The room tensed. The dorm leaders shifted in their positions, their gazes shifting from the fiery feline to the trembling girl. Riddle’s expression grew dark, his sharp eyes darting from Grim to Yuu and back again. He sensed the danger, the potential for this to spiral out of control. His voice rang out, clear and commanding. “Everyone, get down!” 

The students moved with surprising speed, dropping to the floor like rag dolls released from their strings. The air grew thick with anticipation, the silence a palpable force that seemed to hold its breath. Only Yuu remained frozen, her eyes locked on the cat that had thrown her into this chaos. 

With a roar, Grim spewed a stream of blue fire. The flames shot across the room, their path erratic and wild. The mirrors reflected the inferno, multiplying the chaos a hundredfold. The heat washed over Yuu, but her attention was elsewhere. 

The fire hit the curtains first, the velvety fabric coming to life with a hungry crackle. The flames spread rapidly, climbing the drapes, latching onto the ancient tapestries. The air grew thick with smoke, the smell of burning fabric acrid and suffocating. The room transformed into a hellish tableau, the mirrors reflecting the fire’s destructive dance. 

Yuu watched, transfixed by the horror, as the flames grew closer. They licked at the hem of her robe, but she felt nothing. It was as if she were trapped in a nightmare, unable to move or scream. Time seemed to slow down, each heartbeat echoing like a death knell. 

And then, as if pulled from the abyss by some unseen force, she saw Kalim—his eyes wide with alarm, his usually stoic face twisted in a comical grimace. “Waaaah! Hottttt! My butt’s on fire!” he yelped, his robes aflame. The absurdity of his words cut through the terror, bringing a brief flicker of something else—almost a smile—to her lips. But it was gone as quickly as it came. 

Her instincts took over, and she rushed to his side, the fire’s warmth beckoning her closer. The fabric of her robe remained untouched by the flames, a small but profound miracle she had no time to question. With trembling hands, she beat out the flames, feeling the heat against her palms but no pain. It was like watching a scene from the game play out before her eyes, but this time, she was a part of it. 

The room grew more frenzied as the fire spread. The dorm leaders watched, exasperated if anything. Yet amidst the chaos, she felt a strange calm—or perhaps it was simply numbness. Her heart thudded in her chest, but she couldn’t hear it over the roar of the fire. 

And then there was Leona, the overly attractive catboy who seemed to find the entire ordeal beneath him. He leaned lazily against a column, emerald eyes flicking over the scene with a bored scoff. “What a pain,” he muttered, his deep voice a stark contrast to the frantic shouts and crackling flames around him. His tail twitched in irritation, the only indication he was paying attention at all. 

Vil, poised and pristine even amidst the growing chaos, arched a perfect brow. His violet eyes landed on Leona, glinting with something that could only be described as amused disdain. "Hmm?” he mused, his lips curling into a smirk. “Aren’t you good at hunting? Doesn’t that little furball look like a nice, plump snack?” 

Leona’s ears flicked back, his tail swishing with slow irritation. “If you’re so eager to see me in action, why don’t you go play with the fire yourself?” His words were sharp, but his posture didn’t change, as if even arguing was too much effort. 

Vil rolled his eyes, the motion as fluid and theatrical as his every gesture. “Oh, please. Like I’d waste my time on that pathetic display.” His voice carried an edge of disdain that cut through the crackle of the flames, though he made no move to intervene. 

The fire roared higher, licking hungrily at the tapestries. The orange and blue glow cast long, distorted shadows across their faces, adding an almost surreal air to the tension. 

Azul stepped forward, breaking the verbal sparring with a calm, measured presence. His almost silver hair gleamed in the firelight, catching the movement as he adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Crowley, if I may?” His tone was smooth and composed, soothing against the backdrop of chaos. 

Riddle’s lips pressed into a thin line, his hand already gripping his pen wand thing. His sharp gaze cut toward the rampaging cat before locking onto Crowley’s face. With a curt nod, he stepped forward. “Laws of the Queen of Heart: Number 23 ‘One shall never bring a cat into a festival.’” he declared, his voice crisp and authoritative. 

Grim, oblivious or uncaring, turned toward Riddle with a smug grin. “What, you think you can stop me? I’m just getting started!” His flames flared brighter, the blue light casting long, eerie shadows across the room. 

Riddle’s expression didn’t waver. With a flourish of his wand, he snapped, “Off with your head!” 

A glowing red collar materialized around Grim’s neck, cutting off his magic with a harsh, resounding snap. The blue flames vanished instantly, leaving only smoke and the faint scent of charred fabric in the air. Grim let out a startled yelp, clawing at the collar with frantic paws. “What’s this?! Get it off! Get it off!” 

The room fell eerily silent, the sudden absence of fire leaving an almost deafening void. Riddle’s pen???lowered slightly as he glared down at Grim, his voice icy. “You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once.” 

At that, Grim looked positively offended. “I’m not a cat!!” he huffed, his tail puffing up indignantly. “I’ll burn this collar right up and—” He paused, blinking down at the glowing red band around his neck. “E-eh? I can’t use my fire!” 

Riddle’s lips curled into a small, triumphant smirk. “Hmph! You won’t be using any magic until I remove that collar. Just like an ordinary cat.” 

Grim gaped at him, his ears flattening in dismay. “Wh-what?! I’m not some pet!!” 

Riddle’s expression hardened, his gaze as sharp as his words. “Don’t worry, I’d never keep a pet like you.” He crossed his arms, his posture as rigid and precise as his tone. “Besides, I’ll take it off anyway—once you’re thrown out.” 

Grim sputtered, his blue flames flickering weakly in his ears, but the magic remained suppressed by the collar. “Thrown out?! You can’t just kick me out! I’m the greatest mage you’ve ever seen!” 

Riddle raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. “Great mages don’t set ceremonial halls on fire.” 

Crowley's sharp golden eyes narrowed on Grim before darting to Yuu. “Enough of this nonsense!” he barked, his voice cutting through the lingering murmurs like a blade. “This entire fiasco is a testament to why proper order must be maintained. And why you,” he pointed sharply at Grim, then jabbed his finger toward Yuu, “need to explain yourselves. Immediately.” 

Yuu’s breath caught as all eyes turned to her again, their weight bearing down on her like a physical force. She felt the heat creeping up her neck, her palms clammy with anxiety. Her mind scrambled for something, anything to say. 

“I... h-he’s mine!” she squeaked, her voice so quiet it barely reached the nearest ears. Only Crowley and the dorm leaders standing closest seemed to catch it. Her cheeks burned crimson as she realized she’d misspoken but had to go with it gestured feebly toward Grim. “It’s not my fault this time!” 

Grim’s jaw dropped in outrage, his ears flattening as he whipped around to glare at her. “Yours?! Since when am I your anything, huh?” he yowled, his collar jingling slightly with the force of his movements. 

Riddle’s gaze sharpened, the corners of his mouth twitching into a disapproving frown. “Claiming ownership of this creature hardly excuses the chaos he’s caused,” he said crisply, crossing his arms. 

Azul’s silver-blue eyes glimmered with intrigue, his lips quirking into a calculating smile. “My, my,” he murmured. “Quite the dynamic duo, aren’t they?” 

Leona yawned loudly, his tail flicking dismissively behind him. “Tch, this is a waste of time,” he muttered. “She’s just some clueless herbivore who doesn’t know what she’s doing.” 

Vil raised an eyebrow, his gaze flitting between Yuu and Grim. “If she’s taking responsibility for this walking disaster, she’d better prove she can handle it,” he said, his tone sharp as a blade. 

Yuu opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. What could she possibly say? She didn’t belong here, didn’t have magic, didn’t have any of the answers they were looking for. 

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[jester-lover]

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

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

Magic Moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Thank you, professor!”

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

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

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

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

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

 Riddle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Leona

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Azul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kalim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Malleus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wonderful ending to a wonderful night.

[quimichi]

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↳ Chat: Pt.1- Pt. 2 -Pt.3

characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Leona and Ruggie x F!Reader

[teacute]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄.

standing in the dark room. only the moonlight as the light source. in the center of the room stood a figure, slim and quite the average height it possessed. in the eerie dark room, [e/c] orbs shone in the dark like the abyss. in front of the figure was a lifeless bloody body. the pale figure was soaked with thick red liquid; even the walls and floor. blood dripping down the side of her thin lips. she looked so lifeless one would think she's dead. but does the murder she committed just a few moments ago would be filed as a murder as she was only a normal, plain looking yet mesmerizing... doll-like person that was brought back to life?

TABLE OF CONTENTS | twst housewardens x f! reader series

1 - SERENADE 2 - ONCE UPON A DECEMBER 3 - coming soon