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Chapter 4: Questions Answered, Fears Realized Previous Chapter||Next Chapter

TW: None(?); Reader and Vil have a strenuous relationship

Info: Ace, Deuce, and Reader (platonic); Vil and Reader (familial); Rook x Reader; Reader has a lil crush on Riddle; Reader has a BIG crush on Rook

Word Count: 8.5k words

��As promised, here is chapter 4! It took so long to write because it's pretty long itself... Still, I hope it's enjoyable! Love you all <3

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You woke up in a cold sweat, your dreams were filled with monsters made of ink destroying your city and beady red eyes watching your every move. You groan, the sun burning your eyes with its unwelcome presence. You wished you had the royal power to demand the sun rise later in the day, but alas your influence could not change the universe. It could hardly change anything in the first place.

Reluctantly, you rolled over on your side, glaring at your clock—ten in the morning. You overslept. With an annoyed sigh, you sat up and angrily moved around the room, dressing yourself in something more light and casual than your maids would normally have you. After ensuring you looked half presentable, you stepped into the hall to be greeted by your delightful companion Ace.

“You look awful,” he says plainly.

“Good morning to you too, Ace. What a pleasure to see you today.” You snark back.

“I think you look fine princess,” Deuce tried to soothe, but you sent him a glare, “Nevermind.”

You slump down the hallway to the main dining room – which was quite a walk from here – practically radiating exhaustion with each step. You serfs and maids gave you a wide berth, while your guards practically stepped on your toes with how close they were.

“Could you two give me space.” You say, sharper than you intended.

Deuce diligently steps back, but Ace pushes his shoulder into yours playfully.

“What crawled up your ass this morning.”

You sigh, rolling your head back in annoyance, “I hardly slept last night. Too many night terrors… and an odd encounter that I’m still not positive wasn't a dream…”

Deuce gave you a soft pat on your back, falling back into step beside you, “We heard from Trey.”

“Of course you did…” You sigh.

“Listen, speaking as your friend,” Ace begins, “if this… thing is causing you so much stress, why worry about it at all.”

“Because it concerns the safety of my people! I can’t stand by where their lives could be in danger. What ruler would I be if I allowed them to die knowingly?” You exclaim.

The two of them shared a look, then Deuce spoke, “A pretty typical one, actually…”

You groan, running your fingers through your hair, “I don’t want to be ‘typical’, I want to be good! More than good, I want to be great! Loved, even!”

Another look, longer this time, as neither of them could come up with something to say. You smoothed over your hair, then took a deep breath, and gave both of them an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on you. You’ve been helpful this whole time,” you sigh out, “It’s just… brick wall after brick wall here. I’m growing weary.”

Ace hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “Then… why don’t we look outside the castle?”

You hadn’t considered the idea, for some reason, too caught up in your head to be rational. If magic was essentially naught in the castle, you’d just have to look elsewhere for it. Though… where you could look was very few and far between. Magic was also banned to the common folk, but you’d heard whispers of magic shops run illegally in the shady parts of town. Perhaps you could find a lead there.

“That's… a great idea actually,” you respond, slowly, “thank you.”

First, however, you were late to breakfast with your brother. Who you are confident has been sitting at the dinner table patiently this whole time, because as busy as he is, he is just as stubborn about the time he spends with you. It was flattering! If only you weren’t anticipating the lecture you would get for your sleeping habits.

You enjoyed a few more moments of idle prattle with your friends until you arrived at the grandiose doors to the dining room. You bid Ace and Deuce farewell, promising to save a few pastries for them, and then stepped into the room where your brother sat – visibly annoyed. Still, he managed to make the wrinkle in his brow and the curl of his lip stunning. His beauty was magical, and you considered for a moment that it truly may have been but banished the thought as it came.

“I have other things to attend to, you know,” he drawls, scowling.

“And yet, you’re still sitting here,” you respond, taking your seat next to him with a smile.

As if he cannot remain angry with you – which you know he cannot – he laughs under his breath and reaches over to fix your still-tousled hair.

“You look awful,” he comments, “are you not getting sleep.”

You sigh, swatting his hands away, “I… have been having night terrors.”

“Night terrors again? Have you spoken to one of our doctors, I’m sure they may have something to help.” He worries.

“It’s… not that simple. I am fine. I would tell you if something was of concern.” You ease with grace, taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

He smiles at you, worries not quite out of his face, and squeezes your hand back. As he does so, the head chef and several other members of the kitchen staff flood the room and fill the table with delightful breakfast foods. Your favorites, meaning Vil was going to drop something awful on you while you ate.

You thanked the staff, loading up your plate in excitement, taking note of the things Ace and Deuce would enjoy as you did so. Of course, they would both eat anything on the table with delight, but you had to be careful about how much you brought out of the room. The head chef did not enjoy it when you ate outside of the dinner room – silly if you were to say anything about it, but you respected your staff and the hard work they did.

“So?” You ask.

Vil raises a brow at you, swallowing down his food, “So…?”

“Don’t be coy. You have something to tell me, so tell me.”

“I thought maybe we could eat before I ruined the mood…” He sighed.

You smirked, “So it is something bad.”

“It isn’t bad,” he corrects, “you just wouldn’t like it.”

You give him an indifferent hum, “Just tell me, it’ll make things easier.”

He sighs, again, and sets his silverware down, straightening himself out before finally speaking, “I have requested that your suitors have dinner together with you and me… which, of course, requires your attendance.”

You purse your lips, poking at the eggs on your plate, “When would this dinner be?”

“Two days from now…” he pauses, thinking for a moment, then adding, “I thought it would be a good chance for you to get to know them…”

You give him an odd look, “I do know most of them, you know. I do my research.”

“Get to know them outside of books and half-assed conversation,” he corrects snarkily, earning a laugh from you at his sudden swearing. Very unlike your brother.

“Okay, okay… I will be there. Only if I can sit near Rosehearts.” You bargain.

“Why him?”

“He has been…” you think over how to put it. When compared to the social recluse of Idia, the asshole that is Leona, and whatever Malleus’ deal was Riddle seemed to be the easiest to talk to. “Not unpleasant. And I would like a chance to properly talk to him about equestrians.”

“He likes equestrians?”

“Very much so, yes.”

Your brother hums, “That… would make a lot of sense. I’m sure I could see that done, so long as you will actually show.”

You frown, “Who do you take me for? I would never not show.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, and you scoff, deciding to go back to eating instead of arguing about it. The food is delicious, and the conversation you have with your brother is also nice. Your new guards, his responsibilities, the state of the village people. Regular things.

He finds the stories you tell of Ace and Deuce to be amusing, though you have to assure him that they do protect you. You pointedly avoid telling him about what exactly you’ve been researching so adamantly, despite his attempts to figure it out. He is busy, as usual, and is very quickly running out of niceties for your suitors who are… exhausting. As expected. Of course, he discusses the reports he receives about the village, and you give him the gossip you’ve managed to overhear from castle staff and visitors. It’s so normal, it's almost as if he isn’t hiding a potentially deadly secret from you.

Of course, you cannot help but ask about Epel, despite just having seen him. You blame the itching curiosity to see what his excuse might be.

“How has Epel been, by the way, I have not seen him in a while,” you say, eyeing your brother carefully.

His eyebrow twitches, and you can tell he does not have a good excuse to give, “I… have been keeping him busy.”

“To keep him from me?” you push.

You can tell you’ve won from the way his mouth turns into a thin line, he cannot lie his way out of this one, “Precisely.”

“Why? He is my closest friend, you know that.”

He considers his answers for a long moment, before sighing, “I- He is a very headstrong person, as are you. I don’t want a repeat of what happened that night.”

You tense. Did he know what you saw? Did Epel tell him? Surely Epel would’ve told you if he did, he wouldn’t leave something important like that out, would he?

“It was just… a bear larger than we were used to,” you quickly lied, hoping to the sevens your brother would just take it.

To your relief, he doesn’t seem to argue, though you can see the suspicion in his eyes, “It was dangerous. I will not lose another one of my blood to that forsaken forest.”

“The hunters from the village go in there all the time, what is so different when I go hunting.” You argue.

“Because,” he says sharply, and you know you’ve reached the end of his patience, “you are the princess. You have a responsibility to the kingdom, and no matter how skilled you are, one mistake could cost your life. I will not lose my family again, and I will not allow our people to mourn another member of the royal court.”

Something in you – resentment that has been building for quite a while – bubbles up out of your throat before you can stop it.

“I have no responsibility, though! I am…” you struggle to find the words, waving your hand frustratedly in the air, “useless to this kingdom.”

“You aren’t–”

“I am! You do not let me be anything more than a pretty face and a… bargaining piece! I am nothing more than an object for your political game!” You finally get out, “Everyone here is!”

Saying it aloud makes you feel amazing, but the dread that replaces the relief as you watch your brother's expression reach a boiling point is far worse than the tension from before. Vil cannot school his expression, and even if he could, the whiteness on his knuckles around his silverware was enough to give away his anger.

“You do not have responsibility…” he starts, slowly, “because you still throw tantrums, and you cannot seem to understand just how important your role is. Some sacrifices must be made as the princess.”

You bite back your response, shoving your plate away from yourself. You were not hungry anymore. “I understand,” You pause, before adding, “Your Majesty.”

The hurt that crosses Vil’s face is almost liberating, but you decide you won’t be staying around to take it in.

“I’m no longer hungry. I’ll grab some leftovers for later.” You say coolly.

“You won’t be joining me for dinner?” Vil asks, voice uncharacteristically small.

“I don’t believe either of us wants that right now.”

You collect two plates full of leftovers for your guards – under the guise that it was for yourself – and quickly storm out into the hall before the head chef could see. When you get back to your room, you present them to your friends with a bright smile, and they practically drool as they take the delicacies out of your hands. Watching them eat is… unpleasant, but you're happy to see them so happy. It makes you feel just a little better.

You can tell that they know you’re upset, but they are kind enough not to mention it. They’d learned not to ask about what happens between you and your brother, for both your sake and theirs. Instead, they keep light conversation – mostly about how good the food is, and how they wish they were royalty.

“So,” Ace starts, mouth full, “When are we heading out for the village? Later this week?”

“Today!” You say excitedly, “Which reminds me, I should probably dress down a bit more.”

“I’m sorry your majesty,” Deuce interrupts, “Today? Don’t you have to request permission to leave?”

“Yes, to both! Which is exactly why we won’t be requesting permission!” You announce proudly, and the two of them stare at you in disbelief.

“Woah, is goodie-two-shoes going bad on us, Deuce?” Ace laughs.

“I think they may be, Ace.” Deuce responds.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at them, “Shut up, and once you’re done eating go dress in casual clothes and meet me outside at the fountain. We’ll be sneaking out through the back gates since they’re less heavily guarded.”

They share another look, shrug, and go back to wolfing down their plates.

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As soon as they were finished with their plates, you tossed on the absolute plainest clothes you owned. A simple dress with no elaborate stitching, no silk, no velvet. Just a regular dress, one you bought because you saw so many young girls wearing it around the village once. It was the most comfortable thing you owned, you wished the fancy things you owned could be pretty and comfortable like this one.

You washed the makeup from your face, threw what hair you could back, and tossed a cloak on top for extra measure. Giving yourself a final look over, you smiled. You looked like a normal person. From the corner of your eye, you spotted the hat the huntsman gave you so long ago. It had become a confidence booster of sorts recently, but the deep purple and the feather stood out a bit too much to consider bringing it along.

Shrugging to yourself, you gently run a finger over the feather and then turn to leave. Perhaps you’ll wear it out some other day.

You made your way to the fountain as swiftly and stealthily as possible, and very quickly ushered your friends out and around the castle walls. Easier than you expected it to be, but you were not going to complain about it.

You practically skipped down the roads of the city, taking in the beauty of its simple architecture. Sure, you had it great up in the castle, and if you were living here you’d want to be in the castle instead, but you truly did wish you were born in the city. The bustle of your citizens chattering to each other and the smell of fresh baked goods flooded the streets. It was an experience you could never wish to have back at home.

You weren’t here for that, though. No, you were here to get more answers.

“Where are we heading,” Ace asked for the umpteenth time.

“I told you I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.”

“You having secrets, little goodie-two-shoes you?” he snarked.

“Yes, even I have secrets. Besides, these people are seedy.”

“Is this safe princess,” Deuce asked, a bit weary.

“It should be, I just want to be sure.”

Ace scoffed, and you sent him a glare.

“You’re running us around in circles again, Princess. Maybe this whole thing is fake and you’re freaking out for no reason.”

“It is real Ace,” Deuce said before you could, with a confidence you had never held on the subject at hand. “I mean– if the princess says it’s real, it must be,” he quickly added.

You smiled, “Thank you, Deuce. Anyway, Ace, I’ll buy you whatever you’d like after this if you’d just stop your whining.”

“Deal,” he said all too fast, earning an eye roll from both you and Deuce.

The three of you continued on your path, taking turns down several roads until you started to wander through the back alleys. These streets were dark and damp, the walls of buildings worn down and crumbling after years of disrepair. Very few people were out here, and those that were kept their heads held low. Ace and Deuce stayed close to your side, and you were grateful you asked them to come with you.

You tugged your cloak to cover more of your face. You’d only heard of this place when researching your citizens' daily lives – a few of them known to practice magic under your brother's nose (not that you cared) – actually visiting was terrifying. You almost wanted to turn back and call it a day. Still, you were doing this for the greater good of your people, so you’d have to suck it up and be a proper ruler.

Eventually, among the winding alleyways, you finally stumbled across your destination. A hole-in-the-wall shop, its sign read “Mr. S’s Mystery Shop” in faded cursive, a little hat atop ‘Mr. S’s’. Charming, you thought. The door was made of pretty mahogany, worn down from water damage and sun exposure over the years. Despite its wear and tear, it was still the nicest-looking shop in this area, and that put your nerves slightly at ease.

Smiling, you turned to your guards, “This is it!”

Ace eyed you up and down. Deuce looked horrified.

“What,” you asked, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Ace scoffed, “We did all this secretive stuff just for you to take us to a souvenir shop?”

You frowned, “It’s not a souvenir shop, it’s a magic shop, and we’re going to go in and find clues.”

“Like we’re detectives or something?” Ace said, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes, like we’re detectives ‘or something’,” you snapped back, “if you have a problem with it you can stay out here, but if something happens to me you’ll have to explain to Rosehearts why you weren’t doing your job.”

Deuce snickered at your words, earning him a smack from Ace, but Ace didn’t argue any further, trudging along behind you and Deuce. Satisfied with this, you turned back to the shop and pushed open the door.

The first scent that hit you was warm, like firewood burning at a campfire. The next was an array of earthy tones, reminding you of your time spent in the woods. It was oddly comforting coming from a place like this.

Inside looked much better than outside, you could say that for certain. While the building was broken down and the shelves were cluttered with an array of magical items, it was clean and cozy. The shop itself was small, only allowing for around five or six people at a time. Its hardwood floors were creaky and scuffed from years of boots stepping all over it. The decorations consisted of different types of animal bones and hide hung about the wall. Perhaps the shop owner was a hunter as well.

In the corner of the shop was pretty purple carpeting and a cozy little chair – you assumed to sit and read some of the books on display. Each book was labeled something magic-related, carefully bound, and wrapped in stained leather. The shop was… charming! Cute in a way that only something like this would be. You almost felt welcomed, if the threat of this being a black market wasn’t in the back of your mind the whole time.

The shopkeep wasn’t behind the counter. there was no one in there except for the three of you. Frowning, you glanced around again, taking in what was on the shelves this time. Along the back wall behind the counter were several vials filled with liquids. Each vial was a different color, some pink and sparkling, others deep green and almost powdery. Potions. From what little you knew about magical practice, these were the most commonly used – some doctors were even permitted to make magical potions to help with difficult diseases.

On the counter were several trinkets, all of varying types – like souvenirs you might find in hot tourist spots. The whole shop felt like a tourist trap, which made you resolve to waiver a bit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

Ace nudged your shoulder, pointing to a shelf with a collection of magical pens and staves, all with a shimmering gem at the top. They were pretty, each crafted with painstaking detail, and each very not legal for use. Though, you supposed purchasing them wasn’t illegal in any way. The use of magical pens and staffs were outlawed nearly as soon as your brother came to power. You’d seen a few in your lifetime, namely your fathers when you were very little, but this was your first time seeing them so close. Despite your better judgment, you wandered over to get a better look.

Each had a unique design. While the pens generally didn’t differ too much, outside of the type of pen or the color, the staves were something magnificent. Hand carved out of various types of woods, polished to perfection. The gems were held firmly at the top, some by ferocious beasts like lions and wolves, while others were cradled in the pretty paws of black cats. You had no idea that the magic market here was large enough for such variation.

Ace, who had been standing next to you, plucked one off the wall. You sucked in a breath as if it would explode the second he touched it, but nothing happened. He grinned and waved it at you.

“You scared?” he teased, waving it in your face.

“No.”

“Then take it.”

He shoved it at you, and you jumped back into Duece's chest. He steadied you gently, swiping the staff from Ace’s hands. You expected him to put it away, but instead, he carefully offered it up to you. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Ace just wants to show you that magic isn’t going to hurt you,” he eased gently, “right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he drawled, “listen, Princess, both Deuce and I think it’s really weird how you don’t know anything about magic. There’s nothin’ to be scared of with this stuff, it’s not gonna eat you or anything.”

You took a deep breath in, “I dunno, I mean… there must be a reason Vil kept me away from it all my life.”

The two of them shared a look, then Ace said, “If I may speak freely, your brother sucks. Everyone in his stupid little court sucks.”

Deuce nodded along, “I wouldn’t say they suck, but I do think that your brother hasn’t been honest with you about all this magic stuff. Even Ace and I know a little bit of magic – most people do. Didn’t you have magical lessons when you were younger?”

You frown and nod, “I did. Before my parents died my father was teaching me magic, but after they passed Vil put in place statewide restrictions and banned me from using magic. I’ve… sort’ve forgotten how to do it at all.”

Ace hums, “Seems like your brother has an issue with doing that to you.”

Deuce nodded, giving you a pitying look, “We aren’t gonna force you, but as your temporary guards we have to keep you safe and let you know you will always be safe. We would never put you in harm's way, you know that Princess.”

That was… oddly knightly of Deuce. You knew he was right. Truthfully, if this was so dangerous the two of them likely would’ve been fighting harder to keep you away from this stuff. Or maybe not, but they wouldn’t willingly force a dangerous magical item in your hands – not with the threat of Riddle and your brother at their backs.

You swallowed, taking one more deep breath, then reached out to grab the staff from Deuce. You closed your eyes in anticipation of something happening, but instead, there was nothing. Just a big polished black stick in your hand. You opened your eyes to both Ace and Deuce smiling at you. Curiously, you examined the staff in your hands.

Since it had been stained black, you couldn’t tell what kind of wood it was, but it was sturdy. The gem was a pretty sparkling green, held in the paws of a rather charming-looking fox. You flipped it a few times in your hands, liking the way it felt. You waved it around a few times, laughing at the ridiculousness of your fear in hindsight, then firmly stamping it on the ground and striking a dramatic pose.

“How do I look? Like a magician?” you joked.

“You look ridiculous,” Ace laughed, clutching his sides as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

Deuce seemed to agree with how hard he was laughing. Normally you would be offended, but you found the whole situation too silly to be angry about it. You laughed along with your companions, reveling in the normalcy of the moment.

“It suits you,” a voice sounded from behind you, scaring the three of you out of your laughter.

There was now a man behind the counter. He was of average height with dark skin, highlighted by bone-like markings across his face and chest. His playful purple eyes scanned the three of you as if he were sizing you up – he likely was. He was wearing a lot of magenta, from his vest to his little top hat, matching the vibe of the shop. He was the most interestingly dressed man you’d ever seen.

It took you a moment to react to what he said, and when you did you scrambled to put the staff back. Ace and Deuce also quickly straighten themselves out. Seems the three of you got the same intimidating vibe from this guy.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said lightly, “you did look good with the staff.”

You chuckled awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers, “I appreciate it, sir.”

“No need for such formalities, you can call me Mr. S,” he said boisterously, “here at my mystery shop I sell anything and everything magical. What can I help you find?”

You stared at him like an idiot for a long moment, blinking as if you were waiting for him to read your mind. You might’ve been convinced that he could if you were less educated. You quickly composed yourself, clearing your throat, and walking forward to meet him at the same level.

“I was looking for books,” you said.

“I have plenty of books, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Ah– Uhm, books on magical creatures, to be specific.”

“Such as Fae?”

“More… obscure. I’m looking into more…” you lean in, whispering as if it would get you in trouble. “dangerous creatures… if that makes sense?”

He smiled, squinting his eyes and you and nodding along, “Oh yes, I see what you’re getting at. What dangerous creatures might you have in mind?”

You bite at your lip, you feel like a child, “Uhm… inky ones?”

You half expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t, instead, he smiles at you, “I see. I think I might be able to help you out.”

Quickly, he headed into the back of his shop. You share a look with your companions, and he’s back in only a short few moments. He urges the three of you closer, to which you comply, and sets a large tome on the counter. It was wrapped in brown leather with – what you assumed was – a magical rune on the front. On its back was a collection of words you had never studied before – magical spells you assumed. You went to open it, but Mr. S swiped it away.

“No previews, unfortunately.”

“How are we supposed to know you’re not cheating us,” Ace chimes in.

“You won’t,” he replied with confidence, “I cannot guarantee the objects aren’t cursed or enchanted, nor can I promise they’re safe to use. I can, however, say for certain I’ve never failed to give a customer what they want. ”

He sends you a wink, and you don’t like how it makes you feel. Still, this is your only hope, and you don’t want to waste any opportunities. Before you can speak though, Deuce chimes in.

“What about those books on the shelves over there? They’re magical right, they should work just as well.”

The man hums, “Astute, but not quite. Those only contain the basic magical creatures, if you want to find what you’re looking for, this is the book for you.”

“Why? Is there a reason this particular creature wouldn’t be in other magical books?” You ask nervously.

‘Mr. S’ eyes you, smiling like you already know the answer, “His Majesty has made very sure this one is kept under wraps.”

You took a moment to think. This man could be scamming you, trying to get free and easy money… or he could be lying. You’d never know unless you bought the book, and you had no budget to worry about, being the princess.

“Alright, we’ll take the book. How much.”

“Smart,” he practically purrs, “hundred-thousand thuramarks.”

“What,” Ace and Deuce shouted, clearly appalled.

You, however, ignored them and pulled out your little wallet from your bag. You counted out the money and realized that you could only give him more or less, and you doubted this man would want to give you change.

“I have one-fifty, would that suffice?”

“More than enough,” he says, taking the money greedily, “I’ll give you the little staff you were looking at earlier for that price.”

You hesitated… it would be hard to hide getting into the castle… but you did like the way it felt in your hands. Besides, you didn’t want to spend so much and walk away with only the book.

“Deal,” you glanced over at the wall of magical pens, “aren’t those illegal, though?”

He grinned, counting up the bills you gave him, “Nothing in my shop is illegal to buy.”

“Clever business you’ve got here,” you compliment.

“Must be, to attract the princess.”

You flush, “Is it obvious?”

“Only up close,” he assures, smirking.

You took the book, and shoved it in your bag, giving the shopkeep your thanks. Ace plucked the staff off the wall as he passed, waggling it around playfully. Deuce slapped his hand, and he scowled, smacking him back. You had to dodge several of their attacks, caught in the crossfire.

As the three of you opened the door, the shopkeeper called out to you, “Princess, do be careful. Some things are hidden from us for a reason.”

You give him a nervous nod, and the door shuts behind you.

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The three of you step into the alleyway, and Ace is immediately upon you, trying to pull the book out of the bag. You grab the staff out of his hand and give him a harsh smack on the head with it, pulling your cloak down for a moment as he backs off. Deuce gives him another firm slap on the other side of his head, and you laugh at the groan that leaves Ace’s mouth.

“What was that for?” He whines, rubbing at both sides of his head.

“Being an idiot,” Deuce says plainly, earning another laugh from you.

“Okay, let's take a look at this thing,” you announce, pulling the book out, “to make sure we weren’t scammed, at least. We can read more when we get back to the castle.”

The two of them nod, huddling around your cloaked figure to get a good look. The book was old, pages yellowed and wrinkled with years of use and damage. The leather cover was rough and peeling apart, but the sigil on the front was still proudly shining in gold. You could feel where you held it from the back that there were other sigils stamped into the leather. Your fingers tingle as you run your fingers over its front – a ticklish sensation that is oddly pleasant.

With one last big breath, you flip the cover open and decide to thumb through the pages. True to his word, this seemingly was the book you wanted, each page detailing a different magical beast – some more ferocious than others – until you come across the exact monster you’ve been looking for. You freeze, as does Deuce.

Ace points at the page, “This is it?”

You nod.

“You… saw that thing? In the forest?” He asks again.

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, it… it was a bit different, but the same general look.”

“Phantoms, also known as Blot Monsters,” Deuce read aloud, “the remnants of overzealous magicians.”

Just like the mysterious man had told you. You weren’t crazy! It was real… you let out a sigh, and Ace brought a hand up to pat your back.

“Sorry for doubting you,” he apologizes, sincerely.

You shake your head, hands trembling as you close the book. You couldn’t look at it any longer for fear of your head exploding.

“I would’ve doubted myself a few weeks ago, I can’t blame you.” You forgive with a little smile, “Now, let’s head back to the castle so we can read this in private.”

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The three of you now sat in your room, the book sat on the little tea table in front of you. You would’ve taken the library, as usual, but that felt too risky. So, you settled on your private quarters. You’d set your new staff on the bed for now, opting to deal with hiding it later.

The book itself was settled in the middle of the table, open to the correct page, the three of you just staring at it stupidly. The book hardly had any more information on the creature than what you knew. ‘Remnants of the souls of magicians who overextended their magical capacity, only contained/killed with magic of a similar prowess.’ It was more of a confirmation of what you had assumed logically and only made you feel more nervous that there were surely more in the forest – near your people, and your brother must know about it.

“What now,” Deuce poses.

You bite at your lip, “I don’t know… we can’t tell Vil.”

The two of them shared a look that you did not see. Your fingers slid over the ink on the page, feeling an odd tingle as you did so. Ace’s hand came to rest on your shoulder and Deuce’s on the other.

“We’ll figure something out, Your Majesty,” Deuce assured, squeezing your shoulder.

Ace doesn’t say anything for a long moment, glaring hard at the page, “Maybe… Riddle knows something about this?” He says tentatively.

You glance up at him, then return to the page, “Why do you think that?”

He hesitates, “I mean, he is a practiced magician, he’s been learning since he was a baby and he knows his stuff.”

You nod, well aware of the fact. Not practicing magic was more strange than practicing it – at least in other kingdoms. Rosehearts was renowned as a magician, and your brother openly detested the fact (the hypocrite he was, as you’ve come to learn). Still… your interaction with Leona a few days ago was fresh in your mind.

“He may not believe it's real – Leona didn’t, and he’s far more practiced than Rosehearts is. No offense to him.” You argue.

‘“It’s always worth trying,” Deuce chimes in, “and… if he doesn’t… well maybe you can show him this? He’s not the type to just laugh in someone's face like Prince Leona is.”

“If he does, though, I’ll defend your honor,” Ace jokes, flexing his arm playfully.

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics, “You both raise very good points… Perhaps I will bring it up to him. It’s an excuse to ask about those horse riding lessons he offered me as well.”

They shared a high-five over your head, and you pointedly ignored it despite how loud it sounded through your room. You looked back at the book, a conflicted frown growing on your face, before turning to your friends with a sad smile. Even if things were bleak, you still had options and people supporting you. That was all you needed.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, “I appreciate it, truly. Could you… give me a moment alone, though. I just need to think.”

The two of them nodded, Deuce giving you one last squeeze before they left – likely to redress in their uniforms before Rosehearts found them. You let out a long sigh, moving to your bed so you could lie down and feel useless more comfortably. The staff sat where you left it, the green gem sparkling in the light of the setting sun.

You’d accepted the staff without a second thought but now realized that it was a waste. You couldn’t do magic, let alone use such a pretty staff for it. It was just… a waste. Much of what you’d been doing felt like a waste. Everything led to dead ends and nothing was moving you forward, you couldn’t help your disappointment.

As you observed the staff closer, you realized it was familiar in some ways. The color and the style reminded you of something you’d seen a long time ago when you were still just a little girl. You smiled as you remembered your mother had one just like this. It was her pride and joy, and she would take it everywhere.

How you missed her. If she were here with you, she would know just what to do to make everything alright. She would take you up in her arms and swaddle you in the thickest, fluffiest blanket she could find in the castle and read all those fairy tales you used to love. You wondered if you still had them. After she passed she gave all of her books to you, but looking at them was too painful so you stuffed them away in your closet.

You wondered listlessly if she would be proud of you for doing what you could with what you had. All the castle staff told you stories of how she was a free spirit. She would rebel against her family's wishes as a young peasant girl, which is how she caught your father's eye in the first place. She was incredibly smart too, and you knew she used to be the head of magic research until your brother “shut it down”.

Everyone said you were just like her – same passion and rebellious spirit, always breaking the rules and doing what you liked. You didn’t think so, though. Sure, you went against your brother's wishes sometimes, but you rarely did anything daring until recently. You were weak-willed, and you hardly had half the power and influence she had.

You rolled onto your side, deciding you’d like to look out into your beloved forest as you moped. It used to bring you comfort, but now all you felt was apprehension. The monster you saw was gone, sure, but the fact that it existed was enough to scare the life out of you. Because if it could exist once, it means that it could exist again. It means it could exist now and that your people could be in danger and you were wholly useless up in your room.

“How pathetic,” you murmured, glaring at the tops of the trees.

As you lay there, something… peculiar catches your ear. Rustling, just below your window. You ignore it, in favor of closing your eyes, but a rhythmic tapping comes from your window. You ignore it for as long as you can before it annoys you too much and you open your eyes to glare at what you assumed would’ve been an offending tree branch.

What you actually see, is a man – a human being, perched gracefully on the sill of your window. In your shock, you nearly scream, until your brain connects and recalls just who it is sitting there, and suddenly you’re grinning. He smiles back at you, charming as ever, and points at your lock.

You stare dumbly for another long few moments, then scramble to open the window for him. He steps in, still wearing that mischievous smile, and takes in your room. You are now far too aware of the stuffed animal collection you’ve kept in the corner since you were ten, as well as the mess your bed is – having rolled around in it miserably just before he came.

If he notices, he does not show it, smiling as he speaks, “Charming, much like the owner.”

In all your stunned idiocy, all you can manage to get out is, “You’re back!?”

He turns to you, placing a gentle hand on your head and ruffling your already messy hair, “I told you I would be, ma belle.”

You nod at him, face far too red. You scolded yourself for reading so many romance novels as a child. This situation should be anything but romantic in your mind. Still, the way his green eyes practically drink you in makes you weak in the knees and– -sevens, what is wrong with you?

You swallow, trying to appear half presentable, “For your hat, yes?”

He grins, and you swear you melt into a flustered puddle right there, “You took good care of it?”

You nod, swiftly moving to pick it up from your vanity, happy to do anything other than stare into his eyes right now. You offer it up to him, and he takes it, affixing it to his head. He looks complete with it on, you think, liking it better on him than yourself. His eyes catch on something behind you, and you follow his gaze to the book – still opened to the page of the Phantom.

He smiles at you, again, “Curious?”

You shake your head, “Worried…”

He hums, moving over to the table to get a better look at the page. His eyes scan over the words, and you decide he looks more handsome when he’s thinking. You feel a bit uncomfortable in the silence, so you decide to fill it.

“I figured I wouldn’t be seeing you any time soon, so I had to find answers to my questions myself,” you explain, “it… wasn’t all that helpful, but I feel a little better about things.”

He nods, turning his gaze back to you, and you wish he hadn’t, “I don’t know any more than what’s written on this page…” He admits with a regretful frown.

You mirror it, “What do you mean? You seemed… knowledgeable when we met.”

He shakes his head, “I wish I was. I’m only a monster hunter for hire, ma belle. I know how to kill them, and that’s all.”

You sigh, head falling in defeat. There goes your biggest lead. Sevens, this was more and more impossible every day that passed. You had no magic, no help, no… no anything! The longer this stretched on the more angry you got with yourself.

Gentle fingers tucked themselves beneath your chin, pulling your head up to kind green eyes, “Ne t’en fais pas. Even though we know little, we can still do much.”

You frown, “...How?”

He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your chin, “We know how to defeat them, do we not? So long as we have that, we can keep them at bay.”

You bite at your lip, suddenly shameful, “I can’t use magic. Well– I don’t know how to.”

If he is surprised, he does not show it, patting you on the head kindly, “Well, I’ll just have to teach you then.”

It’s such a simple statement, leaving no room for argument. You don’t know why it affects you so much – perhaps because you are so very stressed – but you begin to cry before you can realize what’s going on. The tears fall in rapid succession, your hands unable to wipe at them fast enough. You hadn’t cried since the night all of this began, it was… cathartic. Despite everything, all the responsibility and stress and secrets, you could still cry.

The handsome huntsman takes you into his arms, smoothing your messy hair down with gentle pets. You cry hard into his chest, and he does not bother you with any useless dialogue. Simply holding you and caring for you, like you are just as human as he is.

When you are all cried out, he carefully brings you back to your bed and sits next to you – hand holding yours reassuringly. When you look at him, you want to speak his name, and it hits you all at once that he is still entirely a stranger to you. A kind one, at that, but a stranger.

As if reading your mind, he squeezes your hand, “I am Rook Hunt, the Huntsman.”

You smile, repeating the name – it feels like golden honey on your tongue. “Rook Hunt,” you laugh, “how fitting, much nicer than Schoenheit.”

“Schoenheit is more romantic,” he responds, “better suited for a face like yours.”

“I should not trust you, not enough to cry in your arms, at least.” You say simply.

“Am I not trustworthy?” He laughs.

“You shouldn’t be… but you did save my life, for what it’s worth…”

“And I came back.”

“That you did, but I still can’t quite understand why.” You wonder aloud, “What is your motivation?”

“For coming back?”

“For helping.” you correct, then add, “Also, for coming back – for making an excuse to come back.”

He seems to ponder it, and again you think he is handsome as he thinks. Brows furrowed, eyes glinting – he nibbles at his lip as well, and you shamelessly wonder how they may feel on yours before you banish the thought. (As a princess, you should have better control around strange men you find in forests, no matter how handsome they are). Then he turns to you, eyes bright, and smiles wide.

“It’s simple. I’ve found myself enthralled by you and your beauty,” he declares, “I wanted a chance to admire it further.”

You flush. Sevens, this man was odd, but he was genuine. Perhaps that’s what drew you to him – it was an honesty you had rarely experienced. The only time you could recall such simple, honest admissions was when talking to the children in the village – all far too young to understand how to hold their tongue and lie to save face.

“Thank you,” you respond with a smile, “you are very… honest. I appreciate it.”

He grins, wiggling about like a proud cat, “Honesty is important to my family – we are not liars.”

“That’s charming,” you giggle, “If I could ask you to be honest with me, still. Just one last question.”

He nods, straightening himself out a bit, trying and failing to look serious in your eyes.

“Why are you here?” You ask, and then quickly clarify when he looks confused, “I mean, in my kingdom. You are not from around here, I can tell from your clothing.”

He nods in understanding, then answers, “I was hired to kill the phantoms crawling around the area.”

You frown. ‘Phantoms’, plural. There were more.

“Have you… been successful,” you ask, hesitant to hear the answer.

He senses your unease, and squeezes your hand – you’d forgotten he was holding it, “I’ve taken care of two since our meeting, but there are still many more that need dealing with.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth, stress clawing up your shoulders like a ferocious beast, “How many more? Why haven’t you been able to deal with all of them?”

“Ne t’en fais pas,” he repeats from earlier – French, which was only spoken in sparse parts of the world that you knew, “As of now they hold no threat to your people. They are almost all contained within the forest, deeper than the hunters go.”

“Why haven’t they been dealt with…?” You ask again.

“They are… insaisissable, elusive despite their size. Hunting them is difficult, even for someone like me,” he answers, “I would not allow any harm to come to your people, I promise you.”

You nod in understanding, still tense, but put at ease by his reassurance. You saw him in action, you know that he is capable and talented. If he was in charge of putting these things to sleep, then you would trust that it was handled, for now at least. Still…

“I wish I could use magic, then I could deal with the issue myself,” you say, frustration ringing through your voice.

“I was not joking, earlier,” he responds, smiling as always, “I will teach you magic if you will let me?”

You stare at him blankly. Sure, he did offer earlier, but you didn’t expect him to be serious. Teaching someone to use magic was not an easy task. Learning magic wasn’t an easy task. He says it with such confidence, such assurance, that you feel compelled to believe that he would find the task simple in and of itself.

“Where would we even go?” you ask, “My brother would never allow me.”

He smirks, winking at you, “Two days, midnight, meet me just outside the castle walls – near the forest’s entrance. Bring your staff.”

You nod stupidly at him as he stands, raising your hand to his lips in another gentle kiss. Sevens, you were helpless to his charm, weren’t you? He practically floats across the room to your window, and you stare at him with your mouth agape the whole time. As he hops up on the ledge, he turns back to you with a playful smile.

“I will see you there?” he asks.

Still dumbfounded, you nod, “O-of course. Two days, midnight.”

“Au revoir, ma belle.” he purrs, and then he is gone from sight.

You stay seated on the bed, clutching tightly at the hem of your dress. Your staff may not be nearly as useless as you thought. You laugh. Sevens, what a day you’ve had.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#ace trappola #deuce spade #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #cureé

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thewondelandifulcafe · 2 years ago

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Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers

Title: Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers

Menu: Twisted Wonderland

Beverage: Rose Milk Tea

Main Dish(es): Macarons

Side Dish(es): Pie: Pumpkin Pie

Spoilers: None

Trigger Warning: None

Summary: How did you meet Riddle? First thoughts? How did he realize he likes you? How did he confess? First date? First kiss? How is he as a boyfriend?

Notes: Y/N as always Gender Neutral.

First Meeting/First Thought

Riddle may have met you at the orientation but he paid no attention to you.

But because of your involvement with Ace and Deuce Riddle thinks that you’re a troublemaker as well.

He also belittled you for your lack of magic and education.

He didn’t really think much of you and thought of you as useless or unimportant.

“Y/N is such a troublemaker,” Riddle sips his tea. “Maybe you shouldn’t judge them to harshly,” Trey said siting down next to Riddle. “They’ve probably had a rough week.” Riddle crossed his legs. Riddle sighed, “They were an accomplice why shouldn’t I see them as troublesome.” Trey looked at Riddle. “It’s surprising how much trouble a magic-less person can cause,” Riddle said sternly. “Riddle…” Trey sighed giving up cause once Riddle makes up his mind there’s no changing it.

Realizes He Likes You

After Riddle's overblot, he apologize you for his actions and you two become very good friends.

Ever since he always wants to impress you.

Riddle always invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties. He also always wants Trey to make treats just for you.

Riddle asks Trey why he wants you to have the best and the fluffy feeling he has around you.

“I think you have a crush on them,” Trey told Riddle. Riddle ponder, A crush? I don’t remember ever having one. Of course Mother never let me talk to others… “So I have on them? What do I do?” Riddle asked. He stepped a little closer to Trey waiting for an answer. “Well some people wait for them to pass or some tell them,” Trey wiped his hand with the towel. “I suggest to tell them.” Riddle freaked out a bit. Tell you how? He thanked Trey and went to his dorm brainstorming ideas of how to confess to you.

How Did He Confess

Today just was not his day. He was definitely hit by a bad luck spell. He planned out this whole speech, gifts, how you would react, he prepared himself for rejection.

He went to find you after class. He couldn’t find you! After an hour of searching he finally found you.

His carefully planned speech gone he couldn’t remember! He forgot the gifts! Ace messed up a spell it went flying to you! Everything was going wrong… You two left and it started rain!

He gave up. He just yelled that he loves you and wants to be with you. He kept yelling nonsense until you told him you liked him back.

“Y/N I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!” Riddle screams. It was pouring and the perfect day he planned went astray. Riddle started yelling nonsense. “Riddle Riddle RIDDLE!” You yelled. Riddle stopped he looked at you. “Riddle I love you too!” you said. “But don’t scream it terrifying!” You laughed and hugged Riddle. Maybe today was so bad.

First Date/First Kiss

Riddle learned from his mistakes he checked the weather made sure nothing would happen but mentally prepared himself if something went wrong.

He took you to a fancy restaurant outside of the school. He thought it be nice for you to get out (he also didn’t wanna see Floyd)

He paid everything and even took you shopping!

When he walked you to Ramshackle you gave him thank you kiss. You left him flustered and he walked back to Heartslabyul happily!

“Thanks for the amazing date!” You smiled. “Of course you need the best,” Riddle held you hand. You two walked towards Ramshackle. “Well thanks bye Riddle,” you gave Riddle a kiss. You waved bye and left Riddle flustered. “Yea bye…” He trailed off watching you close the door. He touched his lips and softly smiled. He walked back to Heartslabyul happily. He was a little less strict than usual.

General Boyfriend Headcannons

Any date you go on Riddle overthinks everything. Thinking it has to perfect which you always remind him it doesn’t matter.

He still invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties but wants you to sit next to him.

He always offers to tutor you in anything you don’t understand.

He tends to be more lenient with you when you break the rules but still expects you to follow them.

He doesn’t like PDA but likes it when you’re alone and you give him affection.

Ok so I’m gonna do this for every character in twisted wonderland and than other fandoms!

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tarithenurse · 1 month ago

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I see fire - 35

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 2596 Contents: Friendshapes! Riddles that break the fourth wall. A/N: Tomorrow's chapter will be today just because I'm going to be busy tomorrow. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Light is returning although the sun hasn’t risen yet. The colours of the jungle are still grey, laced with the lingering darkness of the night under the canopy but suddenly the group reaches the edge of the forest and step out onto a strip of grass before the shore of a grand lake dotted by water lilies and the occasional swimming lizard-folk. There are more of the people on the shore, all looking to greet their friends upon their return from a successful hunting trip – around 100 or 150 of all ages are gathered, living in simple huts on the shore of the lake and, Zilvra notices, none of them seem to like her although some approach the rest of the trio with curiosity.

“Up.” Kepesk is pointing to a steep path that leads up to a plateau.

On the top of the plateau something glints in the now rising sun but from down on the ground it’s impossible to tell what it is. Either way, they are bound to find out soon enough as the trio begins the ascend, glad to find actual steps carved out of the stone.

It’s quite a ways up, granting a beautiful view of the scenery with the lake and the jungle spread out beneath them, but they are more occupied with what lies ahead once they reach the top: there are tents of various sizes and shapes but what’s more intriguing are the large crystals suspended in midair. Almost drop shaped but still jagged, the odd angles refract the light as they bob ever so gently. Studying them are quite a few air genasi while others of the people tend to the daily chores further into the tent village – but they all stop at the sight of Anvindr.

“Welcome,” many offer.

“Thank you,” Anvindr responds, smiling happily, “I am Anvindr of Emir’s tribe. These are my friends Morella and Zilvra.”

An older male steps forward. “My name is Flow. I am Hiss’ husband and we are her tribe.” He looks to be around 80, white hair and soft grey clothes. “We know of Emir, of course...but we have no news of them.” If Anvindr is disappointed by that, he doesn’t show it but merely nods and Flow is quick to change the subject: “Come, let me introduce you to Hiss.”

Leading them to the centre of the village, he reaches a tent in muted blue colours outside which an older female air genasi is tending to the fire. As she straightens, they see that she’s tall and has slightly pointed ears, hinting at an elven parentage. Her white, long hair kind of floats on its own and her grey clothes are accentuated by a silver sash.

As introductions are made, she kindly offers them to come and rest and even calls for food and drink for the trio, guessing that they are exhausted after having kept pace with the lizard-folk.

“What brings you here?” she asks Anvindr.

“The crystals and the rumour of your presence,” he admits. “I am hoping to find a way to use the crystals to empower us so we can go home.”

She smiles. “Then our goals align. These crystals have an inert magical property and we are trying to find out how to utilize it.” Then she grows serious. “Do your friends know what we are talking about?”

“Not all,” he admits, causing Morella to arch an eyebrow.

“Then perhaps we should enlighten them,” Hiss decides, turning to the other two.

The air genasi once lived in the city of Sapphire in the Plane of Air where the ruby dragons and jinns ruled, Hiss explains, but the genasi were replaced by what turned out to be monsters: the jinn reproduced with storm giants which resulted in a new type of genasi – bigger, stronger, more powerful. They outgrew the original air genasi and as such replaced them. However the air genasi were still protected, living in a quiet corner of Sapphire until the giant genasi got jealous of the air genasi’s freedom. They revolted under a leader and the fighting caused the air genasi to flee about 50 years ago. Since then the air genasi have wanted to go home…also to find out what happened to the jinn and the dragons.

The problem is that the air genasi currently do not have the power to fight back nor do they have an actual way to get back to the Plane of Air. That’s why they are studying the crystals that contain some sort of dormant energy in the form of a liquid.

“That sounds familiar...” Anvindr ponders upon hearing the description of the crystals.

Zilvra knows what he is referring to: the crystal on top of the ancient Tower where the Masons had had their base was similar...yet different too. Somehow it must have been tampered with and thus become more potent.

Telling about it to Hiss, he reveals that it was used to create a dome of illusion before shattering when the liquid ran out.

In this area there are eight to ten big crystals and many more small ones. They are all floating steadily in midair and can’t be moved.

“We have not found other crystals,” Hiss explains, “but we have found three tablets with writing on. One moment.”

The old leader goes to procure the tablets but when she shows them to the trio, only Zilvra can read it as it is written in Primordial.

“These are...riddles?” Zilvra asks to be certain and Hiss nods.

“We theorize then somehow are connected to the use of the crystals but we do not understand them.”

Looking at the first tablet, Zilvra carefully translates the text for her friends:

I am a tune that’s often played, a classic hit that won’t fade. Whenever you are singing my lines, bringing smiles with the catchy rhymes, In a game of trick and jest I am there to put you to the test. Though my title may deceive, my chorus you can’t easily leave. So tell me, what song am I? A surprise that makes you sigh once you’ve been riddled and you’ve guessed I will reveal the tune that’s blessed.

Zilvra groans. While she hadn’t realized how old the song or the pranking tradition was, she knows which tune it is and she starts humming it to her friends. Only Morella is innocently unawares of the meaning but it’s easy to explain that she has just been tricked by one of the most (in)famous bards in history.

Putting that tablet aside, it’s now with a certain trepidation that Zilvra takes the next. Clearly the creators of these aides had had a brilliant time making them, though.

Shades of darkness, colours concealed. A world devoid of light, it’s fate revealed. A canvas veiled, a solemn shroud, a melody whispered – grief allowed. Onyx skies and ebony dreams. In every corner despair redeems. A symphony of sorrow, an eerie refrain. Embracing shadows, embracing pain.

There is more to it, but Anvindr is already waving his hand, eager to reveal what the answer is: “A canvas! Onyx and ebony!” he explains.

“Yep,” Zilvra agrees, already knowing what he is thinking.

“[Paint it black]!” he beams. “What about the last one?”

In the city where danger breeds, a melody of chaos and untamed needs. Guns and roses mark the way. A jungle where you’re bound to stay. An anthem of rebellion, fierce and raw. A warning to the world – a wake-up call. Can you guess the song? Its wild surge? A chaotic journey. A relentless urge. So tell me, dear traveller, if you are able: which tune echoes the jungle fable?

“How fitting,” Morella grins, “a song about the jungle when we’re in the jungle.”

But Zilvra shakes her head. “No, this is about the big cities and all they have of dangers and temptations. It’s just an allegory. Still, they do call it [Welcome to the jungle].”

“Oh.”

Singing a bit of the tune for her friends, only Anvindr recognizes it but that is to be expected considering how little Morella remembers of her past and that if she did recall it all, she would have grown up in the Fey Wild where they probably have other songs and traditions than here.

Looking to the crystals, they are still slightly at a loss.

“Come, let’s try some things,” Anvindr urges, coaxing his friends over to the nearest large one. “Do we have anything of crystal?”

“No,” Morella shakes her head.

But Zilvra grins. “Yeah we do! The glow-crystal the duergar dropped!”

It’s strapped to the side of her backpack, so it’s easy to pull out and hand over to Anvindr who taps it testingly on the floating object. The glow-crystal begins to shine softly (it will need a proper wack to really radiate light) but also the large crystal seems to hum.

“I think...hang on,” the genasi mumbles.

A bit hesitantly, he begins to tap out the melody of [Welcome to the jungle] on the large crystal and just as he finishes the first line, the smaller crystals rearrange and a split tears open in the air. Through it they can see a very different landscape where everything is either burning or made of fire. Large flowering bushes and tall trees, grasses that sway in the heat. All made of flames and lava and coal.

Anvindr tosses a stone through, establishing that the split is an actual portal to a different realm.

“That’s...the Fey Wild,” Morella whimpers.

It hurts to see her so distraught at the sigh but at the same time Anvindr wants to try the other songs and he taps out the start of the next melody, [Never gonna give you up].

For a second the portal closes but the it opens again to reveal nothing but clear air and blue skies.

“Home,” Hiss whispers.

Poking her head through the portal, Zilvra sees nothing more except a few clouds and it’s disorienting so she pulls back, having to steady herself to Morella for a moment.

“Let’s try the last one,” Anvindr offers with a certain hesitation.

Something in Zilvra had made her half expect to see the Underdark next – a tunnel or a grotto perhaps.

She sees neither. Instead it’s endless darkness of a much different kind than the darkness underground. Adjusting her eyes, she sees no shapes of tunnel walls or rocks...but she does see a round shape floating, turning towards the light coming through the portal.

“Close it,” she snaps, knowing instinctively that this will be trouble.

“I don’t know how!” Anvindr points out but at least he taps the melody for the Plane of Air once more, changing the portal just in time.

Morella had been keeping an eye on the figure. “That was a beholder,” she announces.

“Yeah,” Zilvra agrees, “but it wasn’t Grin.”

It’s differently soothing to look through the portal now while the trio discuss the problem they hadn’t considered before: how to close the portal. The tablets had not offered any clues to that. They try playing the last tune backwards but nothing happens.

“Do you hear that?” Hiss suddenly asks, cocking her head.

Mimicking her, they do indeed hear what she’s referring to: thunder. Thunder coming closer in the Plane of Air.

“We have to shut this down,” Anvindr growls, tapping out the melody for the Fey Wild.

Just as the portal switches, Zilvra realizes: “Play the same song again!”

But for now the portal is opened to the Fey Wild and it’s inferno...and a fiery being that stands at the ready. It looks exactly like the one the trio saw at the mines. And just like they’ve seen before, this one wields a fiery whip which it uses the moment it lays eyes on Morella. Although she uses her manic to try to blast the elemental back, it catches her around the ankle with it and pulls her into the Fey Realm.

“No!” the eladrin yelps, calling upon her gifts to magically reappear on the right side of the portal just as Anvindr finishes tapping out the song and the portal slams shut, leaving no trace behind.

Or almost no trace behind: on the ground lies an arm of the fire elemental, writhing and smoking as it begins to reform into a smaller version of the elemental. For a second that feels stretched out in the endless, they look at each other, the little fire elemental gauging its options before it sprints past Anvindr as the closest.

“Stop it!” Morella jumps into action.

It’s a mad scramble but eventually the elemental has been dealt with, reduced to a simmering goop of lava which Hiss carefully scoops up, wanting to study it.

“It’s not supposed to look like that,” Morella whimpers, clearly shaken, “it’s not supposed to be on fire.”

“Perhaps it’s because of Phaana?” Anvindr suggests.

Zilvra nods...but she doesn’t say anything about what she has noticed: the whip, fiery as it was, had not hurt Morella.

“Alright. Alright alright,” Anvindr mumbles, “so we’ve found a way home!”

“This is amazing,” Hiss agrees, “I shall gather the other tribes here.”

But Anvindr’s joy has already crumbled. “We have no way of withstanding an onslaught by the giant genasi,” he reminds her. “My quest isn’t complete even if we are a step closer: I have to gather the strength and resources for us to stand a chance.”

“You will not stay with us?”

“I cannot. I vowed I’d find us something...anything that could help us win our home back.”

Hiss nods in understanding. “Far be it for me to stop you.” Then she looks to Morella. “And your home...the fire...this is Phaana?”

“He invaded the Fey Wild in search of something, we think...and now he’s coming to the Material Plane too,” the druid explains as best as she can.

“As though still searching for it,” Zilvra adds.

Anvindr turns to the petite Fey elf. “But...you must know! You were the one that let him in!”

“Don’t!”

But in spite of Morella’s protest, the words cannot be unspoken and Hiss straightens up to her full height, demanding an explanation. Anvindr gives it, speaking freely to his elder as he explains about the worgen spirit and thee revelation of Morella’s (probably accidental) admittance of Phaana and his forces to the Fey Wild.

But Hiss relaxes once more, looking at the eladrin with kindness. “Sometimes even the best intentions can lead to devastation. I am sure you didn’t mean for that to happen.” Morella shakes her head with vigour, still glaring at Anvindr. “I shall let you rest now. I have something here to investigate and I must contact the other elders, guide them here.”

“Wherever they are,” Zilvra warns, “make sure they don’t go via Stouvania.”

The old genasi inclines her head. “Very well. We came to the port of New Bearn and walked through Welles, along the river, and through the gates...much to the dismay of the guardians.”

“That should be fine and the gate is no longer kept,” Anvindr agrees, “just...avoid Stouvania proper.”

Hiss leaves the trio by a tent that she decides they can use while with the air genasi on the plateau. The entire rise is littered with a variety of tents in a thin but durable material. It’s a loose setup but at the point that might be called a centre, there is a larger tent that presumably are for communal or council use. The tent the trio are shown to is not too farm from there and they gladly ditch their backpacks and settle down at last.

#D&D #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #story #oc #original work #original story #ttrpg #table top role playing game #dnd 5e #5e #dnd #homebrew #campaign #game play #writing #high fantasy #found family #d&d homebrew campaign

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merryfortune · 1 year ago

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if our love is insanity then why aren't you my clarity

Written for AiYusa Month 2024 | May 12th-May 18th | Week One

Prompts: Madness | “There isn’t anything that I wouldn't do for you.”

Title: if our love is insanity then why aren’t you my clarity

Ship: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,586

Warnings: Choose not to warn

Tags: Alternate Universe - Alice in Wonderland, Crack Treated Seriously, Humour, Parody, Character Death, Ambiguous Ending, Time Loops

“What does a raven have in common with a writing desk?” Ai asked, smarmy, batting his eyelashes.

“Edgar Allan Poe wrote on both.” Yusaku replied.

Ai's expression changed, he pouted, “Pfft, you're no fun. Knowing the answers to all my riddles,” Ai's mood changed again then added, “but! That's why I love you.”

“I'm glad.” Yusaku said as neutrally as possible. “Now, I have answered your riddles and you say you love me, now will you let me go?”

He struggled in the ropes that Ai had ambushed him with. They were an endless chain of colourful triangles of fabric, repeating the six colours of the rainbow, until they formed his bondage.

“No, no can do, Yusaku-chan.” Ai lamented playfully.

He got up from across the far end of the ballroom table they were seated at. Clashing and mismatched furniture bedecked either side, there was a feast for hundreds let alone two and it was all going cold, to waste, on them. Yusaku thought there was meant to be a White Rabbit, a March Hare and a Dormouse but no. It was just him and the Mad Hatter in this whimsical forest.

Ai, now having made the journey from one end of the table to the other, perched on the corner in front of Yusaku. He put one foot on Yusaku's chair, squeezing it under Yusaku's leg playfully.

“No.” Ai said again. “No can do, I'm afraid. It's my Unbirthday Party so I can do as I please. Besides, we haven't even finished this date of ours, Yusaku-chan.”

Yusaku rolled his eyes. Date, schmate. He had only met Ai today and yet, when Ai looked at him, yes, it was with a gaze full of love but something else too. Something miserable. It made Yusaku feel like he wasn't truly being looked at bit rather through, like he wasn't there despite having all of Ai's attention and adoration.

See? Even at his rudeness of rolling his eyes, Ai didn't admonish Yusaku. Instead, he continued to sit and stare and sigh, like a fool in love.

“Well?” Yusaku prompted Ai through his reverie. “How do we finish this date then?”

“Well, we need to talk some more.” Ai said.

“About what?” Yusaku asked.

“About whatever we like.” Ai trumpeted, getting loud all of a sudden and shaking Yusaku's nerves like a tree. “And we need to exchange gifts! Two each. Then,” Ai turned quiet again, fidgeting cutely, “we get to kiss.”

Yusaku sighed. Anything to get this over and done with. He had places to go and people to see. He wanted to go home. He needed to clear his name to Queen and slay the Jabberwock and none of those things were going to happen if he was tied to a chair by a madman.

“Okay, what do you want to give me?” Yusaku asked. “If we are on a date, then I want my presents now.”

“Oh my, so bold, but of course I would pamper my lover. I have just what you need: some freshly brewed tea.” Ai said.

He produced a pot of tea, seemingly from thin air, and theatrically poured it. Steam wafted off the rivers and into a chipped, ceramic tea cup with wisteria emblems printed on it. The tea smelt rancid, it wrinkled Yusaku's nose and his dissatisfaction with it only worsened when Ai scootched the cup closer to him.

He waited, sharp and expectant.

Yusaku pointedly didn't say anything.

Ai blinked, batted his lashes.

Yusaku didn't even move a muscle in reaction.

“Er, well, drink up, Yusaku-chan.” Ai attempted to encourage Yusaku.

“How?” Yusaku asked, snapping. “I can't reach it when I'm tied up.”

“Oops, silly me! Your second gift from moi.” Ai said.

He bonked his head apologetically with the palm of his hand, poking his tongue out, too. It was an utter farce of being genuine but maybe he was. Yusaku couldn't tell as Ai adjusted his hat, then his waistcoat, and then produced his next gift for Yusaku.

“Tada!” he announced ever so sing-song. “A silly straw. Although, since this is Wonderland, it is a normal straw to us silly geese, tee-hee.”

The silly straw in question was long and winding, a translucent purple with a Kink in about the middle of which was heart-shaped. Ai put the bottom of it in the tea cup and supported the other end of it so Yusaku could use it.

“Bottoms up, beloved.” Ai sing-songed.

Yusaku huffed but accepted. He latched on and sucked hard enough to-blegh! It didn't even taste like tea. It was more akin to boiled grape ramune despite the deceptively earl grey colour it had in the teacup.

“Ugh, yuck.” Yusaku complained.

Ai, unfazed, changed the topic of conversation immediately, “Now what about my gift?” he said. “What did you bring me, your lover boy?”

“I didn't bring you anything. I only met you today. You are not my lover boy.” Yusaku said and repeating Ai's self annoyed pet name for himself soured his mouth worse than the tea.

“Well,” Ai said, uppity, “guess that means you are here forever then! Oopsie-daisies.”

�� “What, no?!” Yusaku exclaimed, firing back. “I need to go, Ai, I need to go home!”

“I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Yusaku-chan.” Ai tutted, closing his eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers again.

“Why not? I need to go home, I need to slay the Jabberwock so Queen clears my name and then I can go home but I can't if I'm stuck here playing dolls with you.” Yusaku snarled.

“Too bad, rules are rules. You would know that better than anyone else, Mister I Barely Escaped with My Head.” Ai taunted him.

Yusaku huffed.

Ai cautiously opened one eye, “I told you already. We are on a date. To have a successful date and leave, we need to talk twice. Check, check. I need to give you two gifts. Check and check. But you also need to give me two gifts so we can then kiss afterwards and leave our date. But if you can't, well, you. Are. Stuck.”

“Says who?” Yusaku snapped, incredulous.

“The game designer, that's who.” Ai said.

“Wait, what? Pause.” Yusaku, in disbelief, scrunched up his face then turned to the camera, “Can you believe this?”

Ai blinked, “Who are you talking to? This is a written text, there can't be any cameras.”

Yusaku looked again and Ai was right. There were no cameras. Just the droning of a keyboard as the next word was written after the other, a narration added one by one until it became a third person omniscient perspective intrinsic to the diegetic noises of the scene. The birds singing, the foliage swaying, etcetera.

But that couldn’t be right either, Yusaku realised.

His skin began to crawl. The keys on the keyboard continued to clack as he put one and one together.

“We’re not speaking like it's 1856.” Yusaku said.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause, like… You know, duh, because it’s… I’m crazy, I’m Looney Tunes, you know. We’re all mad here.” Ai rambled.

The anachronistic reference only further cemented in Yusaku’s mind that something was very wrong.

“We,” he said, “are in a fanfiction.”

“What, no…? That can’t be right.” Ai replied.

“By an author who hasn’t even read the original book she is creating this pastiche from. She’s barely seen the Disney version!”

AN: The Care Bears version was my jam as a kid tho.

If you haven’t seen that, get out of here! XD

“See?!” Yusaku exclaimed.

Ai groaned and thingz 0nly w3nt w0rz3 and d0wn h1ll fr0m d0wn th3r3.

Mostly because Yusaku died.

Oops.

Yusaku simply vanished from existence. Right in front of Ai’s eyes for the… fiftieth time by Ai’s count. There was just no escaping fate. Yusaku had to clear his name by slaying the Jabberwocky. Except, it was usually the Jabberwocky who killed him. Or Queen. And there was one incident with the Walrus. And another with the Caterpillar and his hookah machine.

For Yusaku, dying was as easy as breathing. He didn’t have a chance to process. He just disappeared as the world around him folded like a castle of playing cards. He was just returned to the beginning of the book, the beginning of the level, back to when he was falling down the rabbit hole that he could never escape from because darling dearest Wonderland wanted to keep him so bad and the only way he could stay was if he died.

Its a shame he never remembered.

But Ai did.

Their first meeting, the first time they shared in laughter and jokes, crying as Yusaku seemingly got so close to the finishing line before… chomp. He was gone. Decapitated.

This wasn’t one of this gorier deaths, Ai had to admit but that was hardly a balm for his soul. Not when he wanted to keep Yusaku, all to himself, it's a shame he had to share him with a larger than life story but hey. Just because ropes didn’t work this time, didn’t mean they woulodn’t work next time or he could try something else, like a glue trap or a reverse bear trap or something but at the end of the purple prose run on sentence, deep down, he knew.

There was nothing Ai could do to keep his beloved protagonist safe from the ending of the… the whatever it was and look? Not much space between here and the last words of the text. Just three… two… one…

Fin.

#aiyusamonth #aiyusamonth2024 #yugioh vrains #vrains #aiballshipping #yusaku fujiki #fujiki yusaku #ai (vrains)#writing tag #if or love is insanitythen why aren't you my clarity

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shadowqueenjude · 1 year ago

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Feytamsand, Part 5 for @polyacotarweek free day! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

While Rhysand has clearly done some good, he has also done a lot of bad! I think it would've been neat to see Rhys take responsibility for his actions and have a true redemption arc! That is the main focus of my piece today!

Rhysand abhorred the Summer Court.

Most people loved it here. The glorious sun beaming down on this land, the ocean breeze, the mermaids and hippocampi and all the natural stones. But Rhys sunburned easily, and the heat was NOT being kind to him. He winced as the skin on his face began to peel. “The former High Lord of Night, defeated by a little sunlight,” Feyre teased. Tamlin reigned in his laugh, and Rhysand sighed. “And you would’ve been defeated by the easiest riddle of all time were it not for me,” he countered. Feyre griped, “You know that I couldn’t read because we lost our fortune early, and my sisters never bothered to teach me. Why are you making fun of my poverty?” “Weren’t you 11 when you lost your fortune? I believe that’s old enough even for a human babe to have learned. Or were you too busy chasing butterflies?” Tamlin quickly turned his laugh into a cough. Feyre rounded on him instead. “I hate to say it,” Tamlin muttered, hands up in surrender, “but he has a point.” Rhysand turned to look at Feyre smugly. “See? Even Tamlin agrees with me. That should tell you enough.” “Whatever,” Feyre snapped, storming up ahead. Rhysand cringed at himself but carried forward. “Do you two always argue like that?” Tamlin asked Rhysand, head tilted like a cat’s. Rhysand bit his lip, debating how much to tell Tamlin. Ultimately, he decided to tell him all of it. “Yes, but we usually have makeup sex after and forget about it.” Tamlin shook his head somberly. “Feyre feyre feyre. She always had a tendency to use sex as a coping mechanism; she did that with me too.”

Rhysand blinked. “As a coping mechanism?” Tamlin nodded. “Talk to her about it,” he pressed. “It’ll help her.” Rhysand scanned Tamlin’s face, searching for a trace of insincerity, but finding none. “Thank you,” Rhysand said quietly. Tamlin nodded. As they walked, they reached the entrance to the Summer Court house used for diplomatic meetings. Rhysand opened the door, bowing to Tamlin. “After you.” Tamlin grinned. “We both know you’re no gentleman, Rhys. Best stick to being an insufferable bastard.” “This is how I’m treated when I try to do something nice,” Rhysand complained, but it was lighthearted. He knew Tamlin was joking. Rhysand jolted when Tamlin wrapped an arm across his shoulders. “Thanks, Rhys. Better?” “Yes,” Rhys said. They walked together just as they had centuries ago, like nothing had changed. Tarquin sat there waiting for them. “Hello, Tamlin. I must admit, I am shocked to find out the present company you are keeping.” “They are here to take responsibility for what they did in Spring so that I may convince my people to return home,” Tamlin said. “Or more precisely, I am,” Rhysand cut in. Tamlin and Feyre both whipped around to look at Rhysand. “What do you mean?” Feyre demanded. “This is my mess too.” Rhysand shook his head. “You would’ve never done this if it weren’t for me. I was the one who made you this brutal, this vicious. And while I don’t regret it, because it helped you survive, I regret that it led you to cause harm to countless innocents needlessly. Let me protect your reputation and do this. Please.” “No,” Feyre snapped, pushing out of her chair and grabbing Rhysand by the shoulders. “This is both of our burdens. We will deal with it together.” “No,” Rhys said adamantly, placing a hand on Feyre’s cheek. “Please. I have been so stupid and selfish. I used you, Feyre. For once, let me do something for you. Don’t rob me of this chance.” Feyre blinked at his earnestness, pulling away. Tarquin and Tamlin both had strange looks on their faces. Rhysand ignored them. “Well, do you know what you’re going to say?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand nodded. “Would you mind running it by us first?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand shook his head. “I won’t do that. If I do, I’ll lose the nerve.” Tarquin sighed. “I hope you’re being truthful. Most would call me an idiot for trusting you again. Perhaps I am. What say you, Tamlin? You know him better than I.”

“I say, for the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly,” Tamlin said. Ironic, since Rhysand was lying to cover up for Feyre. Tarquin nodded. “Go ahead then, Rhys. Wow us with your apology.” Rhysand took a deep breath, ignoring the rising heartbeat of his heart, the blood rushing by his ears, the stiffening of his fingers, the slight trembling of his lips. He mustered a smirk with a confidence he didn’t feel. “You know I will.” Then he found himself facing a riotous crowd. Suddenly, he felt like an outsider watching his body facing the crowd. His mouth wouldn’t move. His body was frozen. Where were the words of acknowledgement he’d planned? He couldn’t remember a lick of the speech he’d planned now. For the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly. Rhysand ripped off the mask. Stared at the people of Summer. Some people in this crowd wished to return to their home court of Spring but didn’t trust the High Lord because of his wrongdoings. He must change that. He must right this wrong. “People of Summer, there are some of you in this crowd who have taken up residence here because Spring was massacred by Hybern. Your High Lord, Tamlin, has been taking painstaking efforts to rebuild Spring. His court is ready to start accepting your return any day now. I know many of you believe him to be a self-serving git who got his court burned by Hybern, but this couldn’t be farther from the truth. You see, Tamlin was playing double agent the whole time, gathering information to help destroy Prythian’s enemy. The destabilization of Spring was unfortunately my doing, as I believed him to be an ally of Hybern, and for my own petty selfish reasons. Do not hate Tamlin. Hate me instead.” Rhysand closed his eyes and waited to be drowned by the riot that was sure to come after his declaration.

#poly+acotarweek2024 #feyre archeron #tamlin #rhysand #feylin #feysand #tamsand #feytamsand #fanfic

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 2 years ago

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Cold Reality

Pairings : Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : None

You get a text from your boyfriend at midnight to meet you at the park, as he wanted to talk to you.

The cold breeze kissed your skin, making you shiver. It was close to midnight, so you were quite surprised when your boyfriend asked you to meet him at your usual dating spot at the park.

As you were waiting for him, your mind replayed the times you spent with Wonwoo, which were the nothing but the best, always never failing to put a smile on your face. He was like god's gift to you during the times you were struggling to not fall apart. Your eyes crinkle, as a smile makes it's way to your face, thinking how far you've come in life because of Wonwoo.

Ten minutes later, you could see Wonwoo's tall figure and you shoot him a smile before greeting him enthusiastically. The same couldn't be said for Wonwoo. He looked upset, maybe a bit tired. Whatever it was it wasn't good. The look in his eyes made it clear.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about, darling?" you asked him, and his gaze darkened, making you think if you shouldn't have talked first. He was already in a bad mood. You didn't want to make him upset all over again.

"You look pretty today, Y/n," he noted, his voice barely a whisper as if the small comment that made your heart flutter was more to himself and not you. You were merely wearing a hoodie and sweatpants that you were wearing at home, being too lazy to change into better clothes.

"Please don't tell me you asked me to come here to tell that," you looked at him, your eyebrow shooting him a questioning look. He laughed a bit at that, before going back to being silent.

Gazing at Wonwoo, who seemed to be interested in playing with his jacket's zipper, you started to wonder what had gotten into him. He didn't usually speak in riddles. If anything he was the most straight-forward, down-to-earth person you'd ever met.

"What is it, Wonwoo?" you ask once again. Your tone was much serious this time. You knew there was something he can wanted to say. You could read him far too easily, the product of being his girlfriend for too many years.

He turned to look at you, then your lips. His gaze remained at the latter. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips. His lips were soft as usual. Timid as always.

In other circumstances, it would gave been super romantic. Two lovers kissing under the moonlight. However, you couldn't focus on the kiss so instead of kissing him back, your mind was filled with millions of questions. Most of them being 'What's with, Wonwoo?'.

When he pulled back, the emotion you felt strongly at the moment was confusion. He had pressed you foreheads together, so you could feel his warm breath.

"I'm asking again, Wonwoo. What's the matter?" you asked him, voice barely a whisper.

He looked at you once more and it seemed like he was making up his mind whether to tell you or not.

"I- we can't be together anymore, Y/n"

You stared at him, trying to trace any hint of sarcasm in his eyes but saw none. You let out a forced laughter, the kind which meant that you hoped what he said wasn't real.

"Stop joking, Wonwoo"

"I'm not"

There was no doubt. He wasn't joking. Definitely. Your mind seemed to have stopped working, as you couldn't process his words. A single tear slipped out from your eye. You weren't even bothered to wipe it off.

"Why?" your question came out after what seemed like an eternity.

Wonwoo stayed silent. His silence was driving you crazier than what he said did.

"Why, you bastard? Did you find another woman?" at this point you were starting to cry, as more tears slipped out.

"I found no one"

"Then, wasn't I good enough?"

That was when Wonwoo snapped.

"Look around you, Y/n. Whatever you see is reality. Your fantasy about me isn't"

It finally made sense.

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

Author's Note : It's supposed to be a realization for fans that whatever we read about our idols isn't going to happen. It was that kind of concept. I wanted to make it meaningful.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #imagines #cold reality #seventeen #sharvena.originals

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cloudcountry · 2 years ago

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ivan kupala

SUMMARY: The whole point is about summer solstice and renovation of nature, but we're gonna focus on one particular tradition here: girls make flower crowns, decorate them with candles and ribbons and release them into a river or a creak as a way to look into the future. It is said that the guy who picks up a flower crown like that is the girl's one true love and will become her husband. So the mc in this one is obviously Slavic(probably implied female, but you can change it however you see fit) and missing their home and culture, as well as having a crush on Riddle. So I put my faith in your writing skills so you can manifest a creak on NRC's territory, we have our mc with a crush releasing a flower crown, a clueless Riddle picking it up and bringing it to them - BOOM.

CHARACTER: Riddle Rosehearts

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this was a request on ao3 with a slavic mc!! also reader is implied to be afab but they/them pronouns are still used!!!!

~~~~~

Homesickness was hitting you hard as the weather warmed up and the flowers around Ramshackle began to bloom. In an effort to combat this, you spent most of your free time gathering flowers and weaving them together. Back in your world, it would have been Ivan Kupala today, and even though that didn’t matter to Crowley you were not about to give up one of the parts of your culture that brought you comfort.

Once the wreath was finished, ribbons and candles decorating the woven flowers, you made your way down to the mini creek that passed through the Botanical Gardens. It ran throughout the whole campus and from what you remember the Science Club was often tasked with checking the water purity to make sure the natural beauty of the water was preserved.

Crowley’s words, not yours.

Crouching down, you gently place the crown of flowers in the water. It bobs for a few seconds before drifting away, and you watch it go. Eventually it leaves the greenhouse and you can no longer see it, so you make your way back to Ramshackle.

A few hours pass as you busy yourself with cleaning up your dorm, the dust and grime having practically vanished since you came here. A knock on the door stops you from sweeping, and you can’t help but be confused. There’s no one aside from Malleus that would visit you, but he isn’t normally here at this hour. Leaning the broom against the wall, you make your way over to the door and pull it open.

Riddle stands on your doorstep with your wreath in hand, a confused look on his face. Your heart catches in your throat and you wait for him to speak with bated breath.

“Pardon my intrusion, Prefect.” he says, holding out the wreath for you to take, “This was floating in the creek by Ramshackle and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a decoration of some kind that you had lost.”

“Um…no, that’s not what it is. Riddle, do you guys have a tradition involving wreaths and marriage here?” you ask, hoping there’s something similar to Ivan Kupala so he’s not flying blind here.

“I…don’t think so, no. Though I did not celebrate many holidays as a kid.” he mumbles, brow furrowing, “Why do you ask?”

You explain what that wreath means, stumbling over your words when you get the part about how the first man to pick up your wreath would be your future husband. Riddle’s face is turning red by the second, his lips wobbly and eyes wide.

“Ah, pardon me then.” he blurts out, fumbling as he hands you the wreath like he’s in a rush to leave, “I…didn’t mean to imply such a thing, I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.” you try your best to smile as he freezes in place, hands clearly shaking from nerves.

He swallows thickly, peeking at you through his lashes.

“Well, uh- in that case, it would- be my pleasure to, um- I mean, I would love to…” he winces before taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain his composure, “I wouldn’t mind courting you. Shall I begin the process, or...?”

You try to hide your laughter behind your hand, but he notices.

“Why are you laughing?! Did I do something wrong?” he freaks out, gnawing at his lower lip worryingly.

“No, no. You’re just so adorable.” you laugh again, and he can only blush harder.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts fluff #slavic yuu

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years ago

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Head in the clouds

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Warnings: None. More Reader, Maverick, Goose, and Carole

The past was supposed to stay in the past, but with Goose and Maverick getting into Top Gun, it would seem that it’s repeating itself. No matter what you do, you can never escape Tom Kazansky.

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter Two - Top Gun is calling

♡♡♡

You wake up to loud knocking on your door. You don’t have any idea what time it was, but you groaned as you rolled over and forced yourself to wake. You climb out of bed and make your way to the door, begging whoever it was to stop knocking. You pull the door open and see Maverick and Goose standing there.

“Isn’t it a bit early for this?” You ask, moving from the door and letting them in.

“It’s almost noon,” Goose states, entering your home.

“Is it?” You glance at the clock on the wall. “That’s not like me,” you laugh softly.

Maverick follows you into the kitchen as you go and make yourself a coffee. He looks around your home. It’s been months since he was last here, but there is comfort in knowing nothing much had changed.

“Goose and I leave for Top Gun tomorrow.”

You stop what you’re doing and turn slowly around. You look at Pete with a slightly furrowed brow. Your hand remains hovering in the air from where you were reaching for a mug.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he confirms.

You lower your hand and walk over to him.

“You just got here yesterday.”

“I know. This was so we could tell you in person.”

You sigh softly and lean in to hug Maverick. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. You sink into his embrace, hiding your slight pout in his shoulder. The navy wasn’t just tough because of what they had to, it was tough because at any moment they could be called away and you would be left waiting.

It made you think of him. No, you wouldn’t bring him up now.

“How long will you be there for?”

“Three weeks, but they’ll open up Miramar for families. You and Carole can come and stay near the base and we’ll get to see you.”

“I’m not actually related to any of you though,” you say and pull back.

“No, but you’re a part of my family. I’ll make sure you get a home over there,” he tells you. You smile at him.

“Thanks, Mav.”

You pull away from him entirely and resume your coffee making, setting out 2 extra mugs for your friends. Just as you finish pouring the coffee, Goose enters the kitchen with a familiar item in hand. You begin to laugh.

“Thief,” he grins at you.

“Carole said I could wear one of your shirts. It was funny. I’m surprised you didn’t mention it yesterday,” you laugh.

“Oh, I noticed. Then I realised you had gone home with it.”

You shrug and hand them each a mug, cradling your own in your hands as you lean against the kitchen counter. It felt so nice to have your boys here with you. If only they weren’t leaving again so soon.

“Did you tell them?” Goose asked Mav.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to miss you boys,” you said.

“I told you. Miramar,” Pete looks at you.

“I know, but I can still miss you both even if you’re just next door. You have to stay safe, OK? Look out for each other,” you tell them.

“We’ll be fine. You know Mav,” Goose nudges his buddy.

“I do know Mav, that’s why I’m telling you to be careful,” you say, sighing into your coffee. The warmth wasn’t very comforting right now. Your mind was riddled with worry.

Goose is looking at you with saddened eyes. Maverick looks between you both, silently asking Goose what was wrong. Goose just shakes his head at Pete and sips his drink. There was a part of your life Maverick didn’t know about. Something only Goose and Carole know. You hadn’t opened up to Maverick about it, not wanting to dump that part of your life on him. It didn’t matter these days anyway.

“Well, uh, since we only have today, I thought maybe we could take Bradley to the fair or something. Give him something exciting to do before we leave,” Goose suggests.

“That sounds fun I’m up for that,” you say, smiling at them. It was like your crestfallen demeanour hadn’t happened.

“Cool, we’ll head out when you’re ready and pick up Carole and Bradley,” Mav said, watching you. You didn’t meet his eyes.

You drank what was left of your coffee and headed upstairs to get ready. While you were up there, Mav turned to Goose.

“Don’t you think they’re acting a little strange?” Pete asks Nick.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they go quiet on us when we talk about Top Gun sometimes.”

Nick shrugs as he fiddles with his mug. It’s not his place to tell Maverick, as much as he hates keeping things from his friend.

“They’ll be OK. They’re strong.”

“I know that. I’m just... worried,” Pete admits, looking down at the floor.

“Listen, I can’t tell really tell you everything because I promised I wouldn’t, but they went through a tough patch years ago. There was someone... and they walked away from that someone.”

“A pilot?” Maverick guessed.

“Yeah...”

Pete didn’t ask any more. He looked toward the staircase and sighed softly. There was obviously a story there, but he wouldn’t pry. You’re family and he loved you. He would watch out for you.

You return dressed and ready for a fun day ahead.

“So, the fair?” You smile.

Goose and Maverick smile back. You grab a jacket on the way out and climb into Goose’s truck. Maverick follows on his motorcycle. You smile as you spot him in the mirror, wind in his hair. Goose has the radio on as he drives, you’re both singing loudly, you’re sure even Mav can hear you both.

Goose pulls up outside his home. Carole and Bradley are all ready to go. You climb out and greet Carole, giving Bradley a little kiss on the nose which makes him giggle.

“Ready for a fun day with our boys?” You ask.

“Ready.”

You let Carole and Bradley get in the truck. You turn and look at Maverick. He’s leaning against his bike looking at you.

“Room for one more?” You ask.

Maverick grins and climbs onto his bike, waiting for you. You smile as you walk over and climb on the back. Arms around Mav’s torso, you smile as you lean into him, waiting to take off. Mav waits for Goose to pull out first, he would follow.

“We’re going to have fun,” Pete says over his shoulder.

“I know. I always have fun when I’m with my family,” you smile.

You don’t see his smile, but it’s there.

Goose pulls away from the house and before you know it, you’re on the road. Wind in your face and streets passing by. This is a thrill you love. Yet, your heart aches again. Why does everything remind you of him? Maverick feels you tense up and carefully places on hand over yours in a small moment of comfort. You give him a little squeeze and his hand returns to the bike.

You won’t let that man haunt you.

The fair comes into view and you smile wide at the sight. A Ferris wheel towers over the other rides and you know you want to go on it. Mav pulls up behind Goose’s truck and everyone gets out, gathering near the entrance. Goose pulls out his wallet and you reach out and stop him. You pull out some money and head to the entrance. You buy everyone a ticket and hand them out.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Goose says, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You boys leave tomorrow, let me treat you,” you say.

Goose just smiles at you. He picks up Bradley and you all enter the park. Maverick hovers close beside you, looking around. When Goose was busy being a family man, you and Pete tended to stick together. You smile as Carole laughs beside her husband.

Your expression falls again. Mav once again notices.

“You alright?”

You look up and nod and Pete.

“I’m good.”

He reaches out and takes your hand. You look at him with confusion before he then pulls you over to one of the rides. A smile appears on your face and you get on it, Mav sitting beside you.

This is how you spend the afternoon. Maverick picking rides and games for you to play. You both laugh and smile as you take turns and have a good time. The Bradshaw’s are doing the same thing just up ahead of you the entire time. You and Maverick share some snacks as you walk through the park.

“Want a milkshake?” You ask, looking over at one of the stands.

“After. There’s something we should do first,” Mav says, taking your hand back in his.

“Oh?”

He leads you over to the Ferris Wheel which stands just ahead of you. Goose and Carole are already getting on it with Bradley. You smile and shake your head as you pick up speed and end up pulling Maverick along the rest of the way. He laughs as you both get on the next car.

You sit ad wait for the wheel to fill up, getting a little higher each time.

“I just like the view from the top.”

“You should see the view from the sky,” Pete says, grinning.

“Oh yeah? Bet it’s a sight,” you chuckle.

“That it is.”

Your eyes cast up to the blue sky above. Maverick and Goose thrive up there. You wonder what it’s actually like up there. You could never imagine yourself in their position, and sure you’ve been on a plane, but your boys fly fighter jets. It’s a whole different situation.

“How does it feel to fly?” You ask him, keeping your eyes on the sky.

“It feels free.”

“Free.”

“Just you and the sky. Keep in mind I go about Mach 2 and usually there’s enemy craft in the sky too,” he lightly chuckles. You smile and turn to look at him.

“Still, I bet it’s amazing.”

“It is,” he confirms.

The ride gets going and you both go around the wheel a few times slowly. It’s calm and everything feels right for a while. You can pretend that tomorrow your boys won’t be leaving again for a very important mission. You can pretend you won’t spend the next 3 weeks worrying over them constantly.

Maverick takes your hand again when you both climb off.

“Come on, let’s get those milkshakes.”

You smile and follow him to the stall you saw earlier. Maverick buys you both a milkshake and you take a seat on a bench near by. The Bradshaw’s rock up with doughnuts in hands. You chuckle at the sight of Bradley with a big doughnut in hand. You know he won’t eat the whole thing.

“Save some for me, buddy,” you laugh.

Goose picks Bradley up and puts him down between you and Mav. You chuckle and pinch some of the doughnut.

“This has been fun,” Carole says, smiling at her son.

“Yeah. Perfect way to spend the day together,” you say.

“You’ll see us off tomorrow?” Mav asks.

“Of course we will,” you reply, seriously.

He smiles at you. You smile back. There’s comfort in the silent exchange.

You drink your milkshake, eat what Bradley doesn’t of his doughnut, and then make your way back to the car and bike. Goose wins Bradley a little stuffed animal before reaching the car park. As before, you get on the bike with Mav and make the trip back home. Mav steers away from the Bradshaw’s to head back to your place.

You climb off the bike and face Mav.

“Want to stay the night?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. You enjoy your evening,” he says, ready to make a leave, but you place your hand over his.

“Come on. Please? You’re leaving tomorrow and I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

He smiles and turns his engine off. Mav follows you into the house. You close the door and tell him to make himself at home. That was easy for Pete because this place was a home to him. Your door was always open to him.

You both sit down and relax.

“Shall I order us a pizza and we can spend the night talking about anything and everything?”

Pete grins.

“Sounds good to me.”

You get up and order a pizza for the both of you, while you’re doing that, Pete looks around the room. There’s a nagging voice in his head wanting to ask you about what’s on your mind. Sure, he and Goose only came back yesterday, and will be leaving again soon, but in that time you’ve been a little strange.

You return and smile, handing him a beer.

“Thanks,” he takes a sip from it.

“It’s almost unfair that we only got a short amount of time with you again before you leave.”

“That’s the navy for you, honey,” he wins at you. You laugh and shake your head softly.

“Still, I don’t know how Carole does it,” you sigh softly.

“Do what?”

“Watching her husband leave for months at a time, only to get him back for a bit before he’s gone again. You and Goose always seem to be away. Don’t get me wrong, I admire what you guys do, but I don’t think I could stand being a military spouse,” you tell him.

“About that, was there someone?” Pete asks, watching you closely.

“Pete...”

“You’ve been a little strange. Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m your friend. I feel like there’s a chapter of your life I don’t know about.”

“It was before I got to know you. I dated a pilot. I liked him a lot. A lot... But I couldn’t do it any more. I broke it off and left. His job was important, and he was so good at it. I left so he could focus on that, and only that. It was my decision. I don’t know why I keep thinking of him all of a sudden. I won’t see him again. He’s probably off being the best of the best, no offence, Mav,” you laugh.

Maverick chuckles and nudges you.

“The best of the best, huh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Was he a Top Gun graduate?” He asks.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if he was. When I left, I dropped all contact with him, so I don’t know. He would have definitely been in Top Gun, that would be right up his street. He really is one of the best damn pilots I’ve ever seen, and I’m not just saying that,” you tell him.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Would have liked to meet him,” Pete grins. You shove him playfully and take a sip from your own beer.

The pizza arrives and you both move the conversation away from exes and onto more fun things. Maverick telling you some of the crazy stunts he had pulled off, and some tales of what he Goose got up to in their down time. You’re laughing and smiling the entire time. You share some stories of what you and Carole have been up to without them, but it’s not nearly as exciting. Still, Pete hangs onto every word.

Pizza consumed and the hour turning late, you grab Mav a blanket and a pillow. He makes his bed on the sofa and bids you goodnight. You smile at him before you go. It was nice to know he was under your roof for one night. You’d would be sure to give him a good send off tomorrow.

You both rise early in the morning. You make Pete breakfast and you sit together, not much conversation passing. It’s comfortable though. You’re just sad knowing in a few hours he will be gone again. You clean up and get changed. Maverick changes too, throwing his usual bomber jacket on over the top. You both leave. The ride to the Bradshaw’s is quiet. You cling to Pete that little bit more tighter than normal, resting your head against his back. You’re clinging to what little time you have left with him.

Goose and Carole are already outside waiting for you both. You climb off the bike when it stops and run up to Goose. You give him a big hug. He hugs you back.

“God, I hate this bit,” you say.

Goose smiles softly at you.

“Me too, but we’ll see you all again soon. You will fly out to Miramar, won’t you?” Goose asks, needing to know you’ll be there.

“Carole will, no doubt.”

“You too,” he says.

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t try, do!”

You sigh softly and part from him. Goose and Carole get in the car. Bradley already strapped in. You return to the bike and hold onto Mav again.

At the airport, you feel sadness consume you. This is why you told yourself you couldn’t ever date a pilot again, but watching your two dear friends leave was just as hard. You give them both a big hug and watch them go. Carole holds Bradley close to her chest as she watches Goose go.

You turn away when they’re out of sight.

Top Gun was calling and they were answering the call.

You try not to show that your heart was aching. A glimmer of a thought crosses your mind. After last night’s conversation, what were the chances he would be in their class with them? Would Goose tell you if he was? Would you even want to know?

You had no idea what you wanted.

Carole takes you back home with her. She doesn’t ask you anything, and you’re thankful for it.

Maybe one day you can actually let him go.

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finalgirlfae · 3 years ago

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pretty names, tom riddle

pairings: tom riddle x reqder

genre: fluff

requested: yes

you were sat in the slytherin common room, legs lazily thrown on to blaise’s lap as you both read a book for your divination class.

“i know i’m looking at the page and reading the words but i’m retaining absolutely none of this.” blaise sighed, tossing the book over his shoulder and leaning back into the couch.

you laughed, turning the next page and flinching when someone stormed into the common room, carrying a dark energy among them.

the few first years that were laid on the floor scrambled up and ran to their dorms when tom entered making both you and blaise laugh.

“geez, tom. who shoved a stick up your ass?” you giggled, looking at his angry and stoic expression. he gave you a side eye as he looked in the mirror, attempting loosen his tie and taking off the rings from his fingers.

“stupid fucking malfoy and his stupid fucking brain, making me get a B- on the potions assignment all because he’s incompetent and couldn’t tell his head form his arse if it carried around a name tag.” tom spat, still struggling with the tie. you moved your legs off blaise and stood up, walking over to him and tapping his shoulder.

tom turned to you and eyed you as you began to undo his tie for him. “i’m sure you can speak to snape and have him change the grade-”

“but i can’t!” tom complained. “already talked to the bastard and he won’t budge.”

“woah, take it easy tommy.” you giggled as you slid the tie off his neck, touching his cheek in the process. blaise looked up from the book at you, giving you a concerned gaze because he knew how much the boy hated to be called ‘tommy’. but it was already too late to take it back and you both could tell. it had just slipped out!

“what did you just call me.” tom asked in that stern tone of his, eyeing you down as hues of pink began to creep up his neck.

“nothing.” you squeaked. you were almost scared but when you noticed the blush land on his cheeks a small smile formed on your lips.

“what’s the matter, tommy?” you spoke on a new teasing tone. he liked it.

“stop calling me that.” tom hissed through gritted teeth. he crossed his arms and stared you down with his best vicious look.

“why? ‘s cute name for a cute boy.” your voice was all sing-songy and he hated how it made his stomach twist and fill with butterflies, something unknown to the boy.

“shut up.” tom heaved, turning around with a red face and storming away from you. you laughed and sat back down ont he couch next to blaise, smiling at how easy who made him blush.

tom closed the door to his room harshly, beginning to unbutton his shirt and shaking his head at what had just happened.

he hated being called tommy. absolutely despised it. it was a stupid, childish and idiotic name so why did it sound so impossibly good when it fell from your lips?

that night and the next morning it was all he could think about. the way you said it, the smile when you did and the fact that you were holding his tie when it was said. everything just filled his mind, clouding his every thought and driving him mad.

tom walked into class, seeing you sit at the desk you two shared and rolling his eyes at how fast and pathetic he was. one glance at you and his cheeks were as pink as the cherry blossoms that sat swaying in the courtyard.

“morning, tom.” you said, paying him no mind.

“what? no ridiculous nick name today?” he replied as he sat down next to you, scooting in his chair and opening his notebook.

“no,” you shrugged. “you said you didn’t like it-”

he cut you off. “i dont.”

“alright!” you raised toy hands definitely. “tommy.” you said in a whisper.

tom banged his fist on the desk causing your classmates to look, he sent them a glare which immediately made them turn away.

you smiled at him and he forced the urge to smile back. “admit it,” you began, “you like the nickname.”

“i despite it.” he spoke, pushing his feather so hard on the parchment that it almost snapped.

“sure you do.”

tom hesitantly looked at you, rolling his eyes and ignoring you for as the lesson began. everything that snape said during potions went in one ear and out the other, he could only think about how good you looked when your brows were furrowed in concentration.

when the class was dismissed tom found himself training behind you, making you yelp as he pulled you aside to a less crowded part of the hall.

“fine. call me whatever you want, but if other people say it i’m literally going to kill you.”

you smiled at him and his stoic expression began to turn pink. “you like the nickname.”

“no i don’t.” tom quickly retorted.

“sure you don’t,” you shrugged. you pressed a kiss to tom’s cheek before smiling at him again. “later tommy.”

tom was left standing there dumbfounded. he hated how the stupid name made him blush, how your dumb smile made his heart beat faster and how the kiss made him feel like he was on cloud nine. he hated it.

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husky-twst-and-obeyme · 4 years ago

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Dorm Loaders react to you having a pop it but for fidget reasons

I KNOW IM CRINGE IM SORRY - but pops help calm me down - so i thought it'd be cute for a scenario too

This version is when you are dating the dorm leaders as well as the reader is gender neutral

Riddle

Riddle was aware of the trend, he gets why but he's slightly annoyed by it

he was meeting up with you for a study date , before he approached you , he noticed your pop it

funny enough it was a strawberry one

"hah...you're into this too?" Riddle asked in a firm but slightly annoyed tone

"yeah? why ?? " you were constantly popping the bubbles

"hm? are you ok?"

"oh yeah! don't worry riddle , this is just calming me down! or keeping me calm at least- It's a fidget toy after all "

He kinda just stood there in silence, he completely forgot that's what the main purpose was

but this really opened his eyes on how anxious or fidgety you can get

"Very well, just don't make too much noise with it . "

"Aw i thought you were like the strawberry one "

He blushed a bit but quickly composed himself "Im glad you were thinking of me but- wait how many of those do you have ?"

"...." you just smiled

" y/n how many do you have - "

"............i may have over 30 - "

"WHAT-"

Leona

He's not too fond of the trend but he doesn't care either

He goes to the spot you agreed to meet up at for him to nap on you

then he sees you with a pop it

ugh...am i even gonna nap..." he begrudgingly walks over

"hey leona!" *pop*

"Please tell me you're not gonna use that damn thing while i nap .."

You looked at him but looked down 'Sorry..I'm just a bit anxious today."

His ears went down , he didn't get it , why does it evolve the pop a thingy ma bop "what does that have to do wit this..?"

"That's the original use- a pop it helps with stress and anxiety but it can help you focus too! "

He stood silent which lowkey made you more anxious

then he spoke "fine, as long as it isn't too loud, i don't care " he lays on your lap and sets himself in place

"oh ok! I think number 25th is the quietest one i have "

"*yawn* yeah ok ..."

"......you have number f**king what now..?? "

Azul

He is aware of the pop it's and actually uses it to his advantage

He actually sells them as a small bonus for certain meals

It actually is quite popular and he makes more money from it

One day , he noticed you having on but it was more unique then what he sold

"oya oya , you seem to be in this trend like the other , little pearl "

"oh yeah , i already had one before you sold them "

He seemed interested , he actually never looked into the pop its much but really used it for profit

"If you don't mind , what is the purpose of these?"

"well why everyone else usually gets them is either because of it trending , it's satisfying or just to show off but my reason is completely different

As you spoke that , he noticed how figdety your hands were getting and you were constantly popping the bubbles

"..does it relax you ? "

"Yeah and it can distract me too, it really helps !" you looked giddy

he blushed a bit, your smile was the sweetest thing to him, in fact it makes his day

"w-well..if you want , i could get you more"

you perked up " oh sweet ! even though i have like over 30 "

"that's great little pearl I'll-....30!? "

Kalim

He has his own- you can't convince me otherwise and it annoys the hell out of jamil XD

You had like over 100 because he's extra of course , one for a different occasion

When you came over for a private date in the lounge, he took notice of your pop it , it was a ring looking one

"y/n...are you proposing to me!? " he was obviously joking but he did lowkey want to marry you

"pff very cute. i just have a lot on my mind. " you popped it a little faster

that kinda threw him off guard, he thought of it as a play thing , so he was a little confused, just a smidge

"It's a nice little fidget toy..." then it clicked for him , he didn't think it was a fidget toy- now he does

"Ah i see y/n ! I'm glad it keeps you calm "

You both continue your date and you both actually played with your pop its during then

THen kalim spoke " how many do you have ?" "ah...over 30 i think?"

"ah.." Kalim looked blankly

"..t-too much?.." you seemed worried

"To much ..? " he then suddenly beamed " you mean too little! Come on I'll get you some more!! "

"HUH-"

Vil

He knows too well of this trend, he even got offered to do commercials for pop its

He was actually really annoyed by it. plus the poping gets old to him

He one day noticed you with one ,but he's not surprised

Even if he's annoyed by it , he can understand the popularity and satisfaction of it

"Ah , sweet potato..You're into this trend ?"

"Well.. I was in it before it was a trend. It just helps my fidget"

Ah. He knew you were a fidgety and anxious person but it went over his mind of the pop it being more of a fidget then a toy

still won't change his mind of how annoying they are

"i don't care if you use it but please refrain from making too much noise with it "

"hmm..I'll try but i like the sounds. " you pouted a little

He covers his face with his hand and sighs "Fine. but only for a small bit because it honestly pains me to constantly hear popping. "

"calm down , this is one of the quiest ones i own!" you smiled

"...How many do you have?"

"....mayhaps over 30"

"....."

"...."

"sweetie. My little darling. my sweet potato. you have a problem"

Idia

Of course he's in the trend and has his own , fite me

Idia kept it more lowkey then others but he really enjoys pops it and even got ortho some

SO he was happy that you had some of your own too

" ehhh! y-you have 30 !? " Idia spoke after he questioned how many you had

"it's not that bad. They're all different at least. Look at this kitty one!"

He looked in awe of the kitty pop it and held it "They have ones like this?? I thought it was just normal shapes?? "

After explaining all different shapes and varieties , Idia got excited

It was a nice time too, you both looked online to see some that you didn't have , some were cute while some were interesting

But something caught Idia's eye. "eh? what's this "

It was a pop it game board, it was just two pop its connected to a rubber board on each side

"how do you play?" he questioned

"i'm guessing you use the dice to pop the bubbles , and everytime you pop it fully you get a point? " As you point to the area that has 3 bubbles to show points

Idia was silent. Then the mouse slowly went to "add to cart "

"you're getting that for the board game club, aren't you ? "

"yep :) "

Malleus

Probably has the purest / most confused reaction

He often keeps hearing of these ..."pop its"??

He sees others with them , coming in different shapes in sizes. he almost mistakes it as like a pet

The only person he would talk to more about it, is none other than his beloved

"Dearest. could you explain to me what are these things? they're quite confusing..." HE said as he examined one of yours

"Well...you know that feeling of being anxious or highly stressed? These things can distract or calm you down, try poping some of it and see!"

He did as he was told and oddly...he enjoyed it ??

malleus kept popping it for a few minutes without saying a word, like he was in a trance

"M-malleus ?? you ok ? "

"eh? ah. i'm sorry , i got distracted. "

you giggled because he was acting so cute, especially now possibly being invested

"I'll try and get you a dragon one !"

and you could of swore that a dragon tail suddenly and he wagged it

#twst disney #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #idia shroud #idia x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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citrusdarling7 · 4 years ago

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jealously

summary- Tom Riddle becomes jealous of reader’s boyfriend and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings- smut, cheating, degrading, edging, and a bit of light choking. dom! tom, sub! reader

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I’ve never been much of a morning person, but for some reason I was up early today. I knew that I had a potions essay due tomorrow, and I was behind on it. Still in my silky nightgown, I assumed no one else would be in the common room. To my surprise, Abraxas was sitting in front of the fireplace. I smiled and tip-toed over to him, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind him. He squeezed one of my hands gently, acknowledging my presence.

“Darling, why are you up? It’s barely 5 am,” he told me softly. I rolled my eyes and swiveled around the couch so I could sit down next to him.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Malfoy. Oh my God, what happened to your face?” Even in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room, I could see the dark purple bruises around one of his eyes. I gently reached up to try and touch him, but he turned his face to the side.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Did you sleep well?” He tried to change the subject, but I didn’t let up.

“Brax, what the hell happened? Please tell me that the other guy looks worse,” I said while positioning myself closer to him. I gently ran a finger along his jawline in a comforting gesture. I could smell his sage wood cologne, which I absolutely adored.

“Truthfully darling, I think I’m lucky I walked away without him cursing me. He was absolutely livid after you left.”

Of course. I was such an idiot. Tom had done this to him.

Late last night, Abraxas and I were kissing in the corridor when we decided we wanted to go somewhere more private. Abraxas knows how to find the Room of Requirement, and he dragged me inside, still kissing my neck and holding onto my waist. Unfortunately for us, all of the other 6th year Slytherin boys were already there, brewing some type of illegal potion. Not only had Abraxas forgotten he was supposed to meet with them that night, but he had also exposed me to what was happening.

Although some people would believe so, I’m not naive to what goes on in this school. I know about Tom and his pursuits in dark magic. I know about their constant fights with those Gryffindors who all wear that one lion pin. But Tom seemed to believe that I had no prior knowledge of these secret meetings, and he instantly started yelling at us.

“Malfoy, you idiot! You are not supposed to bring back girls to this room, and certainly not when we’re in the middle of illicit activities!”

Rosier and Avery were still sitting by the cauldron, doing nothing to help the situation. I stepped away from Abraxas and turned towards Tom.

“Calm down, Riddle. You and your superiority complex need to learn that not everyone’s life revolves around yours,” I spat at him. Tom took a step closer to me, and I instinctively reached to pull out my wand. Before I had a chance to, I felt the back of my head being slammed against the wall, Tom’s hand gripping my throat tightly. Abraxas and Rosier both shouted for Tom to let go of me, but I just smiled. I stared him down, letting him know that I wasn’t afraid of him.

“You’re not allowed to speak to me that way,” he growled.

“I can speak to you any way I want Tommy.” His eyes looked as if he wanted to strangle me, but I saw the trace of a smile play across his lips. He abruptly let go of me and turned towards Abraxas.

“You need to keep your girlfriend under control. Get out of here.” Abraxas quickly grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the door.

“Not you, Malfoy. Your presence is still required here.” I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Abraxas quickly shook his head.

“Go back to the common room, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” I reluctantly sighed, but figured that I shouldn’t piss Tom off even more. I should have known that Tom would still be angry with Abraxas.

Flashing back to present time, I turned around to look towards the boys dormitories. Abraxas could tell what I was thinking, so he gently squeezed my hand.

“Leave it alone, dearest. He was fine the rest of the night, confronting him will just make him mad again. I don’t want you to get hurt, my love.”

I’m not one to back down easily, and I constantly let my temper get the best of me. But Abraxas’ soft touch against my leg and heart-felt words relaxed me a bit.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Have you done Slughorn’s essay yet?”

We spent the next hour or so alone in the common room, trying to hastily finish up homework. By the time that others started waking up, I was sitting in his lap, my hands in his hair as we kissed passionately.

“You two are disgusting. 20 points from Slytherin,” a cold voice said. I rolled my eyes and gave Abraxas a quick peck on the lips before sliding off of him and back onto the couch. Tom was Head Boy, and he had no problem with taking points from his own house. He had a lot of nerve as well. Almost every single night I watched him drag some girl into his room. She always left limping a few hours later, and Tom never spoke to her again.

“Put some clothes on. You’re dressed like a whore,” he spat at me. I scoffed at him, but got up to head back to my room anyways. As I slipped on my school robes and brushed out my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I managed to get through all of my classes without speaking a word to Tom. After watching the Slytherin quidditch team practice while gossiping with Lestrange, I sat with Rosier and Abraxas in the common room. Rosier made me play chess with him, beating me every single time. This was strange, since I considered myself an excellent chess player. I guess I was just a little distracted. Abraxas excused himself to his dorm room, saying that he had a ton of homework to do. He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Something on your mind?” Rosier asked me. I sighed and slumped down in my chair.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m still kind of upset about what happened with Tom. Why do you guys let him treat you all so awfully?”

“It’s not as simple as that. Being friends with Riddle has advantages and disadvantages. The occasional hex or punch to the face isn’t much of a price to pay.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“One of these days I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” I said with a grin. Rosier chuckled and patted my arm.

“Good luck with that.”

A few hours later I was lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had been trying desperately to fall asleep. But something was still on the back of my mind, and that something was preventing me from being able to relax. I let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. I slipped out of my room and quietly walked down the stairs, into the common room. I then made my way up the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door, and my nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of smoke. Tom stood inches away from me, still in his school uniform. He was holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Did you need something, sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes at his stupid pet-name.

“You are absolutely insane, Riddle! You walk around this damn school like you own the place, and I’m sick of it.” He smiled and offered out his arm to me.

“If you’re going to yell at me, then you might as well do it behind closed doors,” he offered. I didn’t take his hand, but I did step inside and let him shut the door behind me. Since he was Head Boy, his room was bigger than all of ours. I could see that his window was open, probably because of the smoke. His bed had black silky sheets adorning it, and I could see all of the books on his desk were neatly stacked. His box of cigarettes was laying on his nightstand.

“So did you come here just to tell me off or did you want a smoke as well?” he taunted.

I turned around to face him again.

“I want you to stop hitting my boyfriend. And the rest of the boys. You have to learn how to respect others.” He chuckled darkly while taking a step towards me.

“Darling, that’s a pretty demanding request. My respect has to be earned.” In an attempt to look more confident, I crossed my arms across my chest.

“You’re such a child, Tom. I don’t know why you think that everyone worships you!” I shouted at him. He quickly wrapped his free hand around my neck and pushed me against the wall. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

“That’s because everyone does. Everyone except you it seems.” I don’t know why Tom had this constant need to slam me up against the wall and choke me. It didn’t make me afraid of his dumbass.

Honestly, it was kind of hot. He brought his other hand up to my face and he touched my cheek softly.

“Did you and Malfoy ever finish what you started yesterday?” It took me a moment to realize that he was asking if we had fucked.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped at him. He tightened his grip on my throat and used one of his legs to pin down mine.

“Answer my question.”

“No, I haven’t slept with him. Why do you care?” Tom brought his head down to my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Because I’m not into sloppy seconds.” Before I had a chance to mention the fact that he probably had over twenty bodies, he started kissing me roughly. I kissed him back and wrapped my leg around one of his. I let him suck on my neck as he pushed my thin nightgown up my leg and slipped one of his hands under it. He started to slowly rub circles on my thigh. He continued to suck on my neck as I tried to grind against him. He growled and used his other hand to push my waist back against the wall.

“None of that. Do you want me to touch you, darling?” he asked in a mocking tone. I nodded and he slipped his fingers into my underwear.

“Someone’s a needy little slut,” he whispered. Part of me wanted to call him a man-whore, but the part of me that valued my life kept me quiet. I felt him push two fingers inside me and I whimpered. He started to rub my clit with his thumb as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. He started kissing my neck again as I moaned quietly. He was going incredibly slow, making me desperate for every touch. At a particularly sharp pressure, one of my legs twitched and I had to bite my lip to stop from making noise. Tom chuckled and tilted my chin towards him.

“Didn’t you come here to yell at me? Are you going to yell at me now, darling?” He started to rub me faster, which made it difficult for me to even speak.

“I hate you,” I was able to mutter. He laughed and pinched my waist roughly, making me jump. After only a few minutes, I was starting to get close to my peak. I felt my legs start to shake as I bit my lip to stifle my moans. Tom noticed this, so he stopped touching me. I frowned as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come that quickly?”

Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed my legs and spun me around, pushing me onto his bed. He quickly tugged my nightgown off of me and started to take off his shirt. I tried to reach up and help him, but he used his free hand to push me back onto the bed. He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked his pants off before getting on top of me. I felt his member pressing against my thigh. He wrapped a hand around my throat again and used the other hand to gently rub one of my hips.

“Is this what you want? Me to fuck you senseless while your boyfriend sleeps two rooms over?” I felt him rub against my clit, teasing me purposefully. I decided that I wouldn’t tell him that me and Abraxas weren’t actually dating until later.

“Tom-”

“Shut up,” he growled before thrusting into me sharply. As he rocked into me, I definitely felt a bit of pain. He was bigger than what I was used to, but I was adjusting quickly. I tried to rest my arms on his shoulders, but he didn’t like that. He pinned my hands above my head and started to attack my neck with his mouth.

“If you do that again, I’ll tie you down. Don’t test me,” he muttered. He continued to rail into me over and over, hitting me at just the right angle. In less than ten minutes I was close again. I tightly clenched the sheets and tried to grind my hips against his to alleviate some of the tension. That’s when he slipped out of me with a grin.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said while stroking my hair.

“Are you fucking serious?” I complained.

“Completely. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you finish before the night is over.”

I will admit, his self-control was pretty impressive. Most guys wouldn’t be able to handle pulling out before they had finished. But I also figured that he was just bluffing. There was no way he would be able to do this for more than twenty minutes. After 30 or so seconds of him attacking my mouth with his tongue, he thrusted into me again. This time his strokes were a bit slower and more gentle. He rubbed one of my arms lightly as he made me shiver at his touch.

“Tom, oh my God,” I moaned into his neck. I assumed he was going to tell me to shut up, but I guess he liked knowing how good he was making me feel.

“That’s right, darling. You like this?” I nodded my head as he pressed soft kisses against my jawline. I was definitely pleased with his change of pace. The slow stroked and gentle kisses made this feel a bit more like a normal thing. But of course, that didn’t last very long. Once he was done leaving hickies all over my neck, he wrapped his hand around it. He started to press himself deeper inside of me, rocking me into his bed. I whimpered as he hit a spot that made my legs twitch.

“Quiet, slut,” he demanded. I tilted my head slightly away from him, trying to stifle my moans with one of his pillows. I was panting at this point, desperately gripping onto the sheets.

“Could Malfoy make you feel this good?”

“Yeah, if I was with him I would’ve came by now,” I thought to myself. However, I shook my head in an attempt to appease him.

“That’s right. Should I let you finish now?” I nodded and he jerked my face back towards him. “Alright. Beg for it.” That actually made me laugh. There was no way I was going to give into him that easily. Tom shrugged and continued to pound into me. “Be difficult then. I don’t care either way.”

I bit down my lip to muffle a scream as my stomach flipped and my legs shook. Right when I was about to be sent over the edge, he pulled out of me again. By now, I was completely fed up with him. I tried to bring one of my hands down between my legs, but he was quicker than me. He grabbed both of my arms and roughly pinned them above my head.

“I don’t think so, dear. I want the whole hallway to hear you screaming my name,” he said while stroking my cheek tauntingly.

“Good luck with that,” I said with an eye roll.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to touch you but me,” he muttered into my ear before thrusting into me again. By now I could see finger-shaped bruises starting to form on my waist. We had been going at it for at least 35 minutes, and my body was aching for release. I was confident that he had left at least 5 or so hickies on my neck, which I was not looking forward to having to cover up tomorrow. Out of instinct, I tried to move my leg around his to adjust the angle. Tom slammed me down onto his bed roughly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. He pressed one of his thumbs against my clit, making me whimper. I was so frustrated that tears had started to stream down my face. Tom gently wiped them away with his free hand.

“Are you gonna apologize for yelling at me earlier?” he asked in a snarl. I shook my head, which made him chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. If you’re gonna be like that, you clearly haven’t learned your lesson.” He started to kiss roughly at my collar, obviously trying to mark me more. After a few minutes of listening to me whine and pant, he decided to give me another chance.

“Promise me you’ll stop hanging around Malfoy,” he said softly. That kind of threw me for a loop.

“What? Why?” He nibbled on my ear lobe and thrusted into me sharply.

“You’re my little slut now. I don’t want him touching you. Promise me.” I instinctively shook my head, which only made his thrusts even harder.

“Promise me, darling. Like I said, I can go all night.” I really, really wanted to keep my mouth shut. But I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t take much more.

“Fine. I promise. Please Tom, I-”

He bit down on my lip and thrusted into me at the perfect angle and speed.

Over-and-over again.

I moaned his name as well as a stream of profanities as waves of pleasure tore through my body. My legs were shaking so bad that he had to actually hold them down. While I was riding out my high, Tom muttered praises into my ear. I was so extremely sensitive that every touch set off fireworks against my skin.

“Take me like a good girl,” he said before roughly grabbing my throat. It took him a few minutes to finish himself off, but when he did it was so hot. He didn’t even bother to pull out. He continued to kiss me for a bit before he got up and started to walk towards his bathroom.

“Now, get the hell out of my room, whore.”

I smiled at his lovely term of endearment as I tried to quickly pull my clothing back on. I stood up quickly, and my legs gave out beneath me. Tom laughed as he put on his bathrobe.

“You’re pathetic,” he said while helping me up. Surprisingly enough, he walked me back to my dorm, smiling the entire way. Before he turned to leave he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Sleep well, darling.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

“You too, Riddle.”

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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"Tom Riddle effectively destroys the country from the inside out, which I believe was his true goal the entire time" (c) wait a second, so you think that he wasn't going to really take over or anything, just destroy the fuck out of w britain?

I have avoided this ask long enough.

I’ll start by saying that asking me about Tom Riddle is like staring down into a bottomless rabbit hole. We could travel down that path, but it is a dark and perilous journey, and by the end of it I will come out looking like the Mad Hatter.

It also requires a few prerequisites that you’re just going to accept as true (or else got off the crazy train here).

We know very little about Tom Riddle or Voldemort

What we do know of Tom Riddle comes to us from suspect sources

I’m just going to go out there and start with the basis that Tom is not crazy

Elaborating a little on number 1. We never actually see much of Tom Riddle or Voldemort directly. He’s a bit like Thanos in the MCU, or Palpatine in the first two movies of the Original Trilogy, he’s this looming threat that we pass by and glimpse every once in a while but never really get quality time with.

Generally, Voldemort makes an appearance in a moment of crisis.

He and Harry fight over the philosopher’s stone for Tom’s very survival. He and Harry fight over the diary for Tom’s very survival. He resurrects himself with Harry as a witness. We get those very strange dreams from Voldemort’s perspective (half of which we later learn are fabricated).

None of these really lend to our, or Harry’s for that matter, understanding of Tom Riddle. There’s too much going on, it usually happens far too fast, and there’s usually something Tom Riddle desperately wants or needs that eclipses all other concerns or else he has an audience.

This is part of the reason we get those Halfblood Prince pensieve lessons: Harry knows nothing of Tom Riddle and doesn’t understand him at all.

Which leads us, of course, to number 2, most of what we know about Tom Riddle comes from Dumbledore. I’ve talked about this before, so I won’t spend much time on it, but Dumbledore has a very clear agenda in relaying these memories to Harry. Dumbledore already has strong suspicions of what objects are horcruxes and where they’re located, he already has Snape as a very reliable agent to continue work when he’s gone, his job here is to convince Harry there is no path but suicide. And that involves portraying Tom Riddle as the most evil man who ever eviled, was born eviler than the antichrist, and will die eviler than the antichrist.

Now, does this make Tom necessarily good or bad? No.

However, it does mean when Dumbledore tells us things like, “See, Harry, an impoverished child was upset when I lit all his belongings on fire! What a monster!” (especially given that, in a similar situation, Harry thought it was hilarious when Hagrid gave Dudley a permanent physical deformity and Harry was told he was an angel child) we should take it with a very large grain of salt.

Right, so, with all that backdrop what I’m getting at is that a) we can’t take Dumbledore at his word b) even if we could he could be wrong c) Harry doesn’t have the introspection to be able to figure himself when a or b is happening. I won’t elaborate on this last much, suffice to say that Harry’s world is very black and white, divided into the camps of those who personally like him and those who don’t.

So, why do I think Tom’s goal was not to rule the wizarding world but instead to destroy it?

A few things.

First, there are so many easier ways he could have ended up ruling the wizarding world. More, even when he effectively does rule the wizarding world in book seven, he takes very strange actions so that he’s never directly in power.

Second, I never really bought Tom’s racism. It’s too convenient and too contradictory with his backstory.

The second first, because we’re going out of order today. I’ve gone over this before, but I don’t believe Tom had minions early and I think he was effectively treated as a muggleborn (see here and here) until he took on the Voldemort persona many decades later. I’m hard pressed to believe someone as intelligent, angry, and proud as Tom Riddle would willingly believe and accept he was inferior to the likes of Abraxas Malfoy. More, even if he wished he was a halfblood, I think the evidence of him being muggleborn would be stacked too high against him to deny even to himself (and when he finds out it’s not true, he has maybe a month or so before he realized that he’s the bastard son of a squib).

And it’s just so convenient. All the people with the power, with the money, who are itching for a cause against a threat that doesn’t really exist believe in blood purity. Ergo, Voldemort shows up suddenly espousing over the top blood purity rhetoric (rhetoric that directly clashes with his “there is only power” philosophy at that).

In other words, I think Tom Riddle gave himself a line that he knew would get him places very quickly.

And now for the first. For a guy who has had the entire country in the palm of his hands twice, one time taking it over in a bloodless coup, he’s really big on causing collateral damage and really small on actually doing the ruling thing.

The first wizarding war, Tom Riddle as Voldemort has the backing of the heirs of the most prestigious and wealthy noble houses save a select few. These are people with seats in the Wizengamot, which has a frightening control over the government itself (including the minister of magic). I imagine, in 1980 had Tom Riddle wanted to be elected as Minister of Magic, he would have been elected as Minister of Magic. If he wanted a friendly face in office then he probably could have made that happen to.

More than even this though, by this point, Tom had already won. By having control over the majority of the Wizengamot he owns the government. He’s done, it’s over, it’s finished, and many of the characters admit as much which is why Harry Potter was such a miracle. So why all the seemingly random, exceptionally pointless, terrorism?

One answer is that Voldemort is crazy bananas. And sure, I guess we can go with that, except for someone insane he’s oddly effective and very consistent.

I believe Tom was systematically destroying the very foundations of the country through its core aristocratic families. Within a few short years Tom decimates the Black family, it goes from having five heirs to none, and while some of this isn’t Tom’s fault he does take care of quite a few of them. He brands Lucius for life, while Lucius rises high in politics he never escapes the stigma of being a known Death Eater and in the end cannot escape the consequences for his actions. The Malfoy family is very nearly destroyed by the end of the series, had Draco died in the Fiendfyre. The LeStrange family, presumably decimated as well.

More, this is mostly me headcanoning, but I imagine Tom fuels an extremism that the Wizarding World had never contemplated. I imagine, previously, anti-muggleborn sentiment was probably fairly rampant among purebloods. Oh, some were very pro-muggleborn I’m sure, but I think most were fairly “eh” on the people and felt they were a drain on society (such as requiring constant funding for the obliviation department).

However, when Diagon Alley starts getting blown up every other week, when muggleborns start being tortured and murdered, when purebloods who aren’t anti-muggleborn enough are being tortured and murdered, this starts wigging people out in a way they’ve never wigged out before.

By the time we get to Harry Potter’s canon, it is now only a minority that are anti-muggleborn, and they’re perceived as raving lunatics. Nobody wants to be grouped with these people. Which, just goes to show, how much Voldemort rattles the wizarding world in a very small amount of time.

Then there’s Deathly Hallows, rather than become minister himself Voldemort installs a puppet minister. He shows no signs of wishing to change this and instead does things like destroy the sorting hat (which again shakes the very foundations of the wizarding world as whta will we do if we don’t know who’s a Gryffindor anymore?!)

So, where is this ramble going?

Given the results we see, that more than any others it seems to be the purebloods and often Tom’s own followers that suffer colossal losses, I think Tom’s actions are, in part, a means of vengeance against the entire damn wizarding world (but especially the purebloods).

He makes fools of these people, brands them as his slaves, and has them participate in the most over the top ridiculous rituals (the cloaks, the masks, the entire theatrics of it feels like Tom got drunk one night and planned this whole thing out). He destroys them entirely, and better, enables them to completely destroy themselves and the country they believe they’re trying to save.

Basically, I think by the time the series begins Tom is fueled by a nihilist rage that knows no bounds. But dammit all, the wizarding world is going to burn.

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mugi-chan · 5 years ago

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❞ 300 Follower special~!❝

ლ Tea Order: All the boys: When you wear his clothes!

ლ Warnings: None!

ლ A/N:Thank you all so much for 300 followers! I didn’t know what to do for 300 followers so I made this! I lowkey had a burnout around Pomefiore, I hope you guys don’t mind!

Ace:

Ace was going to be a little late so he told you to chill in his room

His other room mates weren’t there as they had chores to do.

Bored out of your mind you decided to look around his closet

You found his NRC jersey laying there

You decided why not wear it to see how you look

It was clean thank goodness and wearing it made you feel a little bit good about yourself

You grabbed the basketball and pretended you were Ace

You didn’t notice Ace walked in, you shot the basketball in the hoop and cheered.

Ace’s goofy smile was on his face and he snuck up on you

He gave a you a big surprise hug from a behind

A squeak came out as you turned to be meet by a kiss from Ace

“Ace, I didn’t know you came in!”

You quickly try hide your face by leaning into him

You felt the vibrations from his chest as he laughed.

He ruffled your hair a bit

“Yeah I came in when landed that crazy shot!” That tease you called a boyfriend.

You just groaned and turned away

Ace just laughed and kissed the top of your head

“I think you look really cute in my jersey”

Deuce:

It was night time and it was only Ace, Deuce, and You

His two other roommates decided to have a sleepover with other members

Ace was fast asleep as basketball practice killed him

And you completely forgot to bring a change of shirt

“Hey Deuce is it okay if I borrow one of your shirts?”

He face flushed bright red

Y-you want to borrow his shirt?

“S-sure” He tried to play it cool

It was dark and you couldn’t see well

So when you found a nice soft shirt you grabbed it

When you got into bed with Deuce, he was scrolling through magicam

He let the light from his phone illuminate the bed so you can get comfortable and know where your going

When he realized what you were wearing, he had a bright blush on his face.

You were wearing his pink cheetah shirt

“Ah I didn’t know you were going to wear that”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know you were going to wear the shirt I take care of the flamingos in”

Then the realization hits and your face was so flushed that you both were stuttering

Then suddenly a pillow hit Deuce’s side

“Can you love birds, keep it down?” It was Ace I guess you two were a little too loud.

Riddle:

A nice unbirthday party was in motion

Well it was nice for a little while until something tripped a student and tea was spilt all over you

You were drenched in tea, Riddle got up and quickly walked over to you to drape his cape over you to keep you warm

As the student was getting a lecture from Cater and Trey, Riddle helped you to his room to change.

When you got to his room you still had his cape around it was nice and warm

Riddle was rummaging through his closet trying to find clothes that could possibly fit you

While you sat on his couch waiting for whatever Riddle was doing

He grabbed you a dress shirt and a cardigan

“Here these should fit you”

Riddle gave a soft smile as he left the room to give you privacy

When you changed into his clothes you hugged yourself letting everything sink in

When you walked out Riddle’s face went red

He knows it’s his clothes but when you wear it you look so cute!

He coughed in his hand trying to calm himself down as he gently grabbed you hand and kiss your knuckles

“You look lovely”

You two sat in silence for bit until Cater came in asking if they're okay

Trey:

You and Trey where enjoying some nice cuddles on his soft bed

All was fine until Cater knocked on his door asking for him to come help as some of the first years did a big oopsie.

A tired sigh and quick kiss and he's gone

Now all alone you looked around Trey’s room seeing if there was anything to entertain you

His little Fedora collection

There were three little stands, one was empty guessing that’s the one he’s currently wearing, you grabbed the one to the right of the empty stand.

A nice olive green fedora with a blue ribbon going around the hat

You placed it on your head and looked at the mirror

The hat looked a little off, but then it clicked.

That’s right Trey wear his hat at an angle

Angling the hat was most likely the hardest thing for you to do

You were to focus on the hat to notice Trey came back into the room

A big smile was seen as he walked up behind you and softly angles the hat correctly on you

“There now it looks perfect on you”

You quickly turned around to reveal a smiling Trey while you were a stuttering mess trying to explain yourself.

He gives you a sweet kiss on the temple and whispers

“It looks good on you”

Cater:

Cater is off doing his light music club stuff leaving you alone on his laptop watching movies on there

It was summer and the temperature in the Heartslabyul is not forgiving.

You looked around and notice that there was a nice fluffy robe sitting on his bed

You grabbed it and slipped it on

It was so warm and soft and plus it had a nice scent to it

Cater knows how to take care of his clothes well

The warmth of the robe started to make you pretty sleepy

As a yawn threatened to escape of your mouth

You decided that it’s time to take a quick nap

You know for sure that Cater won’t be back for a while and you understand that

You drift to sleep letting the warmth take over you

When Cater did come back he was a little loud but as soon as he saw your sleeping figure he immediately went quiet

He quickly pulls out his phone snapped a quick photo of your sleeping figure

Cater looked at the picture he just took

He went to his desk and sat there watching your sleeping figure

Leona:

You always admire the necklace that Leona always wear

One time Leona had them off and set aside on his desk

You were cleaning up his room a bit, at least putting his clothes were their suppose to go

You notice the necklace sitting on the desk and decided to try it on

He always wear it why not see what it looks like on you

You were deciding which one to wear the colorful beads or the one with teeth

You decided the one with teeth since that one looks the most interesting

Gently taking the necklace off the desk and head over to a mirror and tried to put it on

When you finally got it on it was a little to big on you

Leona woke up from his nap hearing you talking to yourself

He peeked what you were talking about and saw you wearing his necklace

A smile as plastered on his face thinking about how he would mess with you

“You're wearing my necklace aren’t you?”

Your reactions was priceless

You froze in your tracks and turned around to see Leona awake and getting up

“Yeah I am, I thought it was so interesting and I wanted to see what I would look like in it”

“Hm okay”

And there he goes back to his nap

You just smiled and shook your head and went back to cleaning up his room

Jack:

Winter break was coming near and you were going to stay on campus

Sad that Jack was going to visit his family

He decided that he would leave you with some of his clothes to at least to make you a little less lonely

It was one of that lonely nights

You were texting Jack while in one of his green shirts Jack was talking about his siblings and their antics, while you were talking about the movies you were watching

Then a facetime popped up and you gladly answered it

When Jack’s face came into view he saw what you were wearing and blush formed on his face

He coughed into his hand and said that you looked lovely

A smile formed on your lips and show him how his shirt pretty much drowns you

He’s very embarrassed but will compliment you

You two would try to continue having a conversation but Jack only looked at the shirt you were wearing.

Ruggie:

The sun was setting and you and Ruggie where taking down laundry from on top of the savanaclaw

You spotted Ruggies leather jacket and decided to see how it would fit.

Once Ruggie finished grabbing his clothes from his side he turn to see you in his leather jacket

“What are you doing?”

“I always wanted to wear your leather jacket, it makes me feel like a bad boy”

You flex showing him how cool you look

Ruggie laughed as he walked up to you

“Well if you want to wear it, at least wear it properly”

He fixed his leather jacket

You just let out a laugh and was going to take it off

“No no, keep it on you look good in it”

He steals a quick kiss and picks up the basket with folded clothes

“Come on”

Azul:

Azul was looking around the mostro lounge

Where did he put his outer coat?

He knows he lay it down somewhere and now it’s gone

Jade and Floyd refused to help Azul

He knows they know where his jacket is

The only place he didn’t check was his own room

But he’s for sure he didn’t see his jacket there because he had it with him the whole time

Just in case he went to check

And oh no this boy just had a heart attack over the cuteness that was going on

He saw you sleeping ontop of his bed and his outer jacket

Your sleeping figure is already cute enough but with his jacket OOH MAN THIS MEAN IS WEAKKKK

He was trying contain his flushed face as he entered his room

He checked if you were asleep and when he confirmed that you were

He quickly took out his phone took a quick picture of you and swiftly left his room

He curse Jade and Floyd for not telling him that you had his jacket

All they had to respond was with their wicked smile.

Jade:

It was very cold day in the mostro lounge

And you completely forgot your jacket

Jade was to busy at the bar to help you out so you left lounge and headed over to Jade and Floyd’s room

When you got there Floyd was chilling there

“Floyd what are you doing here?”

“I don’t feel like working today”

And Oh escaped your lips and looked around the room

“What are you doing here anyway? Jade is at the mostro lounge”

“I know, it’s just cold today and I forgot my jacket”

“Oh then take his scarf, its over there”

Floyd pointed at Jade’s bed where his scarf was neatly hunged

“Are you sure?”

“Eh he wouldn’t mind it, he might find it adorable” floyd cooed

Rolling your eyes you took it and wrapped around your neck letting Jade’s scent and the warmth take over you

You left Floyd in his room and walked back to the mostro lounge

When Jade spotted you enter the mostro lounge with his scarf his classic smirk was plastered on his face

Having to keep the gentleman act he complimented your scarf asking where you got it.

Of course you rolled your eyes and playfully punched his arm.

Floyd:

You didn’t come to visit the Mostro lounge and this annoyed Floyd

Why weren’t you here? Floyd wanted to play with you

He told Jade he’s going to look for you

Before Jade could protest Floyd was already gone.

He found you sitting underneath the apple tree crying

Crying? Why are you crying?

He stops right in front of you where his shadow covered you

When you saw Floyd you quickly hid your face again not wanting him to see you cry

Floyd thought about it for a second and took off his scarf and hat and put it on you

You looked at what was on you and then looked up at floyd

He had his goofy smile on and laughed

“Aww (y/n) look so cute with my clothes!”

He plopped himself next to you and comfort you until he saw

Kalim:

You were looking around Kalim’s room looking for something to wear

You had to go to school to grab something but the school sometimes really cold

You found Kalim’s Cardigan that he always wears at school

You quickly grabbed it and headed out

Kalim came back to his room seeing his closet open and you not there

“Huh where’s (y/n)? Jamil do you know where (y/n)?”

When you got back to Scarabia you everything was quiet a little too quiet

You walked back to Kalims room who was taking a nap

Ahh so that’s why the dorm is so quiet the Jamil is probably out and Kalim is taking a nap

When you take one step inside his room Kalim is already up and pounced on you

“Ahaha! (y/n) there you are!” Kalim gave you a big bear hug

“Hello Kalim!”

When Kalim pulls back to see you better he finally noticed that you were wearing his cardigan

“Wah! (y/n) you look so cute in my cardigan!” Kalim gave you a kiss on the temple

“You should wear my clothes more! In Fact I’ll get you the same Cardigan so we can match!”

Oh Kalim this big goofy baby otter is too lovable.

Jamil:

Ah again Jamil is busy

Kalim did something again that needs Jamil’s attention

Sadly this was when you and Jamil was having a cuddling session

When Jamil left you became lonely

You missed Jamil already, even though he just left

So to fix that why not take one of his many hoodies?

You found the hoodie that he always wore to school

When you put it on Jamil’s scent surrounded you

And the warmth made it feel like he was still there

Is it a little desperate? Maybe

But when you miss Jamil anything works

You drifted to sleep as the warmth and tiredness was taking over

It took a couple of hours for Jamil to fix whatever Kalim did

When he got back to his room he noticed that you were in his hoodie

A small blush crept on his face as he walked over to your sleeping figure

When he noticed that you were a sleep Jamil didn’t wake you up

He just sat down at his desk and do some homework

Every once in a while he would glance at you in his hoodie

Maybe he should let you borrow his hoodie often

Vil:

Now where did Vil put his crown?

Ugh this is annoying, he was looking around where he could have possibly put it He looked around his peacock throne to see if he could left it there

Nope it wasn’t there either

“Rook, ROOK”

“Yes Roi de Poison”

“Have you seen my crown?”

“Ah I do believe you gave it to (y/n) to wear”

Then it clicked, he was busy doing his makeup that he didn’t notice he agreed to let you wear his crown

He was little mad but not at you

Rook informed him where you were

Luckily you were just walking around the Pomefiore premise with Epel

When he does see you with Epel he would keep his calm collective himself

“My sweet darling Potato I do believe you have something that belongs to me”

You turned to see Vil with his classic smirk

“Ah you mean your crown?” You gently took it off your head

“Yes, I was looking all over for it” Vil took it out of your hand and place it on his head

“I think, I should give you some of my old jewelry you looked marvelous with my crown” was all Vil said before leaving

Rook:

Rook noticed that you were down in the dumps

He tries to coax it out of you but you refused to say anything

He wants to see your smiles again but it’ll have to wait until he figures out what’s wrong

The idea he came up with was to give you his hat

A sweet gesture he hopes

When you felt his hat placed on top of your head you looked up seeing Rook

“Rook what’s the matter?”

“I should ask you the same thing mon amour”

Rook sat right next to you holding your hand

You two sat in silence

“I think you look beautiful in my hat mon amour”

You just gave a simple nod

“Can you tell me whats wrong”

You told him what happened as he sat there and nodded.

“I have heard enough Mon amour,no more gloomy days! Let us go and turn your day around”

Rook kept his hat on your head and swoop you away to pomefiore

Epel:

You were snooping around Epels room

Mainly looking at the photo’s Epel had hanged up on his room

After looking at the photo’s Epel had you looked around and saw his closet door open

Curiosity got the best of you and you went and looked around his closet

Looking around the closet you see this big fluffy knitted sweater

It looked really fluffy, a quick look around seeing no one around you grabbed it and put it on

It was really clunky and was warm

Epel was coming back from a very tired day of Vil’s manner works

Dragging his feet to his room he could hear small commotion coming from his room

Little squeals?

When he opened the door he saw you on his bed rolling around squealing a bit

He immediately notice you were wearing his clunky sweater his parents gave him

A small smile was plastered on his face as he tiptoed his way to you

When he got close enough he tackled you

You let out a squeal and quickly turned to see your purple haired boyfriend

You two let out a laugh as Epel relaxed where he was

“Heyy at least take off your shoes!”

You heard Epel whined a small “noooo” as he cuddled you close to him

“You look cute in my sweater you should wear it more”

A small pat on his head is your response

Idia:

“Come one come on dude!”

Is what you normally hear when you chill with Idia

He hasn’t even got off his game in hours

I mean it’s not like you don’t mind it’s just some attention would be nice

So what can you do to relieve the loneliness you were feeling

Simple, he was wearing a tank top and not his school jacket so

YOINK

Anyway Idia likes to have his room cold for some odd reason so wearing his jacket would be perfect

Your body heat kept you warm and you were practically swimming in his jacket

“Ayeee gg gg”

Idia’s round finally finished

He took off his headset and turned to see what you were doing

His pale face went as red as riddle’s hair

A million words per second where coming out his mouth

He trying to compliment you but also like really embarrassed

He wanted to say “You look pretty” and “why are you wearing that”

But what came out was “WHY ARE YOU PRETTY”

Oh boy this boy wants to die now

You burst out laughing

Idia just layed on the floor covering his face

Poor Ortho came in seeing you punching the bed laughing while his older brother was crying on the floor

Sebek:

Of course Sebek was off doing whatever Malleus was doing

But he left his little hat he wore all the time

It was neatly placed on his desk and it was so tempting to try it on

He strictly tells you to not touch his uniform as he wants to make sure nothing is wrong NOTHING

But temptation got the better of you and you grabbed his tiny hat a placed it on your head

Now Sebek had to go outside and needs his hat as it’s part of his uniform

He remembered that he left it on his desk

When he walked in he saw you imitating him

He stood there in shock at first but quickly recollect his composure

“HUMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

That scared the living soul out of you

You quickly turned to see a angered Sebek

But you notice a very slight tint of red on his cheeks

You know he isn’t mad at you

“I’m sorry I wanted to try on your hat it looked so cute!”

The red tint got even more red by your statement as he coughed into his hand and outreached his hand

“May I please have my hat back?”

You took his hat off and tried to gently place it on his head

It was a little crooked but Sebek fixed it

Sebek gave you a quick kiss on top of your hand and left

Well a ‘thank you’ would be nice, but a kiss on your hand isn’t that bad either

Silver:

It was a rainy day and you totally forgot your umbrella

You were already half drenched as you made it halfway through campus before taking refuge at a nearby tree

You were looking at the weather app to see when the rain would possibly stop

It seems like your going to be stuck at the tree for a while

Well you thought so until you felt a jacket go over your shoulder

You looked up seeing silver with a smile on his face and an umbrella

“I heard from Sebek that you were stuck in the rain, of course it would be shameful for me not protect you from something that can harm you”

“But rain can’t harm you”

“Why of course it can, you could possibly get sick from the rain”

You burst out laughing at how absurd that statement was

Silver looked a little confused but opened up the umbrella and put it over you

“Shall we head back?” A short nod and you two were heading back to Diasomnia

Once you two got to diasomnia you were still drenched in rain but Silver quickly fixed that by handing you a t-shirt and a fluffy jacket

“Here change into these so you don’t get sick”

For sure Lilia would have told him all these crazy lies

When you finally changed into his clothes it was big on you but not to big where you were swimming in it

When you got out Silver had a nice smile on his face as gave you a gentle kiss

“You look lovely in my clothes”

“Thennn is it okay if I steal them?”

“Sure, but not my dorm uniform”

“Deal”

Lilia:

Lilia’s dorm uniform coat is always something to be interested in

It’s so big on him how does he even fight in his dorm uniform

You wanted to test it yourself

When Lilia was at his light music club you asked Malleus if Lilia had a spare dorm coat

Sebek may have yelled at you but Malleus gladly told you where to find Lilia’s spare dorm coat

When you do find it, it’s huge like if Malleus wore it he would fit in it

When slipped it on you felt like Lilia for sure

How can anyone fight in this jacket it’s crazy

You could barely move around without tripping

Lilia said his goodbyes to Cater and Kalim and teleported his way back to his room

When he got there he barely got there in time before you tripped over his coat and face planted

“Oh my are you okay darling?”

He helped you up and notice that you were wearing his coat

“Oh ho ho, it appears that you are wearing my dorm jacket”

“Yeah I wanted to know how you are able to walk around or even fight in this!”

Lilia gave a soft chuckle and kissed your forehead

“Honestly it takes time but eventually you get used to it and work around it.”

You were going to take it off but Lilia stopped you

“No no darling keep wearing it I think you look beautiful in it”

A small blush formed on your face as you quickly tried to cover your face with his jacket

Malleus:

Malleus was who knows where and you were waiting for him to come back so you two can go to bed

You didn’t have pajamas so you looked around the massive room he has to see what you can wear

The closet is a good place to look at

When you opened it you spotted something that you can definitely wear

A dress shirt

When putting it on you understood what it felt to wear Lilia’s uniform

You were drowning in his dress shirt

You know Lilia’s lab coat SR? Yea thats you in his dress shirt

Once you got it to where you were comfortable you crawled back into his big bed

Malleus came back to his dorm after his usual late night walks to find you almost asleep on his bed

You looked so adorable he wanted to take a picture of you but didn’t know how to

He quietly summoned Silver and asked him how to take a picture on his phone

Once Silver showed his old man how to take a photo, he took a photo of you but forgot to put it on silence

The loud click sound woke you up from half asleep slumber

Malleus quickly tried to hide his phone from you and luckily you didn’t see

“Malleus your back”

“I’m sorry for being out to long darling”

Malleus removed his outer layers and crawled into bed

You didn’t notice the small blush but seeing you in his clothes just makes him feel some sort of way.

and we’re done, omg this took forever I’m so tired ( ु⁎ᴗᵨᴗ⁎)ु.zZ

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