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kalims · 2 months ago

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⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid

premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.

parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia

cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), a yummy 5.8k words that I did not expect to get this long lol

note. I only have a rough outline of what's going to be included with the others parts after the names of the kids lol. I'll probably write leona's as usual after this but I can't promise I'll release one more part after his this month, the rest will probably come next month considering I'm bombarded sadge. paper defense, then final exams next month save me

also hello! my unnofficial: I'll try to post more

late edit: comment if you want to get tagged <3

riddle

when you slid a foot over the portal to heartslabyul there’s some sort of a strange–inexplicable air that surrounds it. usually the dimension is light to be in, unlike the tingling feelings of being in octavinelle or the eeriness of ignihyde. all dormitories had their own particular sensation that weighs on you depending on where you were.

you squinted, deciding to shrug it off. there was no way you had a sixth sense for feeling in the literal air!

barely a foot in though, was something you could only explain as an army of card… soldiers trudging from the other end of the sidewalk to the next. dumbly, you stopped right in front the shimmering portal that settles into a smooth sheen of silver behind you as they just kept coming.

they seemed to be looking for something–or whatever but you don’t really want to know what so you slowly inched to the side, hoping to sneak past them even if you had to go into one of the confusing mazes (which was a struggle considering you’re trying not to laugh as one of them trips).

must be ace’s wretchedness rubbing off of you.

the real question was, where in the seven were your resident idiots? you’d already sent a text over for your impromptu visit to the chat consisting of you three and figured they had seen it like they usually do then waited for you with feigned begrudging-ness that does not fit well with them showing up in the first place.

you fish for your sad excuse for a phone in your pocket, cater’s words not yours. you’re more busy trying to merge your backside as you shuffle and pull up the chat to notice the ever nearing edge of the hedge wall that makes you stand out in comparison to the lighter shade of green brushing against your uniform.

not deuce: you guys ever notice the card soldiers infestation near ur mirror portal…?

not ace: you nedea to RNR RUN RN!!

not yuu: what???

there’s not much time to ponder about the cryptic, seemingly panicked expression of deuce’s message as you looked up from your phone, feeling a slight chill crawl up to your spine like you attracted some sort of unwarranted trouble that is also unwanted.

disclaimer: you (uu) did

“over here!” an unfamiliar voice yells, freezing you in your tracks just when you were about to make the sneak of the century. without a moment’s hesitation you darted deeper into the maze and shoved your device within the confines of your pockets as you held in a mortified scream at the sudden mob upon your tail as you ran.

WHY WAS THERE SO MANY? you yelled in your mind. number one rule in horror games don’t look back. don’t look back. don’t look back–

oh sevens you’re looking back.

the decision immediately fills you with regret when you spot the diabolical amount of card soldiers trailing after you like you just slaughtered their queen in front of whatever kingdom they came from! was this someone’s unique magic? there was no way riddle would let this sort of thing go rampant on his dorm!

you almost keel over in shock when the pointy end of a heart on the end of a pole sticks right on the patch of grass you just barely managed to trudge across with increasingly heavier steps. maybe you should actually take jack’s offer to join track and field–your stamina is horrible–you’re gonna get stabbed.

goodbye world. you thought warmly with a chorus of pants.

a deeper voice bellowed from the crowd from your behind. “three of hearts! are you thin-headed? do not harm the majesty!” the steps behind you stop almost abruptly, and you don’t stop running even as the voices fade. idiots for choosing to chastise their idiotic comrade but you’re not complaining as long as you get away from this horrid situation.

your majesty what now?

you don’t know how far you ran by sticking to all left turns until you flop down on the entrance of the maze, the archway barely offering you any relief as you took deep breaths and fought the urge to lay down on the grass and hope it camouflages your grey uniform.

that won’t work but you’re coping at this point.

not deuce: HELLO I ALMOST GOT SKEWERED BY LITERAL CARDS?

not yuu: that’s a humiliating way to go down from

not ace: don’t be insensitive ace! are you ok?!

not deuce: NO? WHAT IS GOING ON

not yuu: riddle got dethroned and i'm not even happy

not yuu: it's the absolute WORST AT THE DORM!

not yuu: you better turn back rn and get away from ‘labyul coz it’s getting run by a kid

not deuce: BACK INTO THAT DEATH MOB? no thanks

not ace: yuu brace up, cater texted that the new boss is on his way to you

not yuu: F for yuu

not ace: F

not deuce: F u

what you expect to be the final boss of your life, you guess from the approaching pairs of footsteps nearing your defeated form sprawled across the flecks of grass and still heaving comes in a surprising form of softness, and youth.

“mada.”

the blueness of the sky is shadowed by a tiny little head peering over your head. you’re startled by the tuff of red hair, and familiar pair of eyes which was strange, considering you have never seen this kid in your life. this was the new queen of heartlsabyul? you thought incredulously, since when were kids allowed in nrc…?

the thought was a breeding ground to raise the most evil person on the planet, considering the equally as evil people in night raven.

out of habit from the familiar chubby, round face you blurted: “riddle?”

the child blinked before they shook your head. “I am not papa.” their lips twitched into a small smile directed to you. if taken a closure look, this child’s resemblance with riddle really is uncanny. from the hair, even to a small golden crown sitting primly on the middle of their head. “mada, I am glad I found you. I have not seen papa yet.”

was this season 5 of stranger things?

they straightened. attention straying from you as you glanced to the other pairs of legs, whom you put a face to quickly. trey and cater both cast you a look of exasperation and pity.

then done like a true riddle–their face does a complete 360 and curls into anger as they stared off inside the maze. “all of you!” the tiny child rages with a concerning… change of color around their cute face, fingers pointed accusingly. how can a child be so horrifyingly scary?

the two third years do not mirror your confusion as you sat up, following the kid’s gaze to the archway where a myriad of thundering footsteps almost have you scampering away if not for them laying a small hand on your shoulder and somehow managing to ground you to stay still.

whose kid is this? you looked to cater who shakes his head uselessly

then to trey who wore a resigned smile.

the child’s brow twitches when the card soldiers lined up obediently. “I thought I had made it clear you not hurt mada.” they seethed, voice tilting in clear threat and a I demand you! sort of way. the card solider, three of hearts who had scared the living soul out of you trembled less subtle compared to the other guards.

of course this child had to get more terrifying by being observant, they caught the shiver of one soldier and narrowed their eyes. “ah, found the culprit. three of–”

trey shuffles forward with an awkward laugh that belies his usual laid back with–on his face is a twinge of concern as he raises his palms in a placating gesture. he steps forward three more times, sliding between the child and the line of soldiers but keeping the distance warily. “hey, kid. maybe we can discuss this with some tarts, and some tea?” he tries. children love sweets, right?

they keep their head level despite the astounding height difference. “I told you, uncle trey! being called ‘kid’ is disorderly! It's alice!” still, despite the brief protest their eyes sparkled with interest at the notion, even if they seemed a bit embarrassed to admit it. “i’m not supposed to eat sweets on mondays.”

“huh.” cater mumbled before the thin line of his lips rose into a familiar grin. “as in, rule 102 of the queen?” he queries with a nervous slide of his fingers through his hair. he’s not so obvious to directly state that he’s tiptoeing around… alice but a bit of months knowing him, you can tell.

alice nods along. they no longer look as bothered as before, the card soldiers all slump their tense shoulders a little when alice shifts their piercing gaze from the three of hearts before settling onto cater, who they offer a brief nod of agreement before returning back to trey.

well, a kid is a kid.

“but i can eat sweets on tuesdays.” they added hastily. like they don’t want the notion of trey’s treats slipping from their fingers but that would be strange, if the look of confusion you three share with each other you would have thought trey had initially baked for alice based off the tone of wistfulness in their tone.

trey smiles at them. “tomorrow it is.” reassured by their sheepish innocence he stops in front of them and grasps their shoulders, turning them away from the stiff soldiers. alice spares a brief glance at them. “what about these rule breakers?”

you stood up fully. “uh, don’t worry, they didn’t do anything wrong. i ran for too long.” you supplied in defense. if anything , a resemblance to riddle of all people meant that they could have the head offing in their blood. you did not want to stick around to find out, neither did cater.

alice considers you for a moment with a small sparkle in their eyes, with a wave of the small wand that maternalized in their hand, the soldiers fade into glittering spots of gold. only then do they let trey lead them back to the main pathway towards the dormitory of heartslabyul.

you fall into step behind cater who probably sees the question in your eyes so he lowers his voice discreetly, glancing at the back of trey who keeps the child’s bay attention so they don’t notice you two slowing down a little. nonetheless, still walking.

“that was little alice’s unique magic.” he says to you with a shrug, sighing after a glance at the former’s small, regal form. “pretty overpowered… kind of like my split card but less cute, and more dangerous.”

he winked, you frowned.

in front of you two, alice seems tame in comparison to the subtle bribing of trey questioning about their favorite sweets as you all finally reached the nearing entrance of the main dormitory

“where’s riddle?” you questioned.

he pursed his lips, navigating though the fountain in front of the dorm. “last i know, he went out early to campus cause of a meeting with his club for the upcoming NRC tour festival…”

oh, right. I have not found papa. alice’s voice echoes in your mind, so you echo the question that appears in your mind right after the memory. “alice called riddle ‘papa’ which i’m pretty sure is a term for a parent…” you trailed off. riddle seemed to be the least likely person to have a secret love child of some sorts, he seemed like he had most of his life planned out.

if riddle bent over backwards for his rules then he wouldn’t stray from the path he had set.

there’s a flash of interest in cater’s eyes, it was already there before, just dwindled. you watch it spark to life. akin to lighting some sort of fire within the guy, a gossipmonger at heart as he leaned in eagerly just as you both trudged up the stairs to the front doors who opened politely, and closed behind you as you walked in the main hall of heartslabyul.

“they look, and act like riddle!” he chuckles. “imagine our shock when alice popped up straight out of nowhere with an army at their beck and call.” cater clutched onto his arms, and shivered. you leaned away when he reaches his arms out to you in a teasing manner.

he adds. not at all offended by the way you scrunch your face at his ‘affections’. “they seem to listen to you though. like someone.”

you only regard him with an impassive raise of your brows. “i don't think so. riddle doesn’t listen to anyone. much less me.” befuddled by the mere idea, you scoffed. in all your magic-less glory, the best thing you might have achieved here in this other dimension was having the ability to wake leona kingscholar up from one of his power naps.

cater doesn’t seem to agree. only sighing at you from what it seems to be an of course. “only you can be so oblivious to the chaos you leave behind.” he says in response, making an exaggerated show of peering behind your shoulder and widening his eyes in feigned shock.

you humor him as you turned your head. the scene of the main entrance of the dormitory was the only answer to your eyes as you both walked into the living room–where little alice sits alone. you caught a glimpse of trey’s dark hair as he disappeared into the kitchen, most likely going off to make her a treat.

vaguely unsure if the male had heard him, cater calls out a “make us some too!”

“not my fault the students here are so… unstable.” you remarked with a roll of your eyes. remembering the overblots to be the most plausible reference to the chaos cater was talking about as you begrudgingly sat down on the couch and reeled in any other remarks for the child in the room.

who was now shuffling closer to your seated frame even if they thought they were being subtle in the movement.

what was two seats in the space between you and alice eventually became none at all, as they settled beside you and peered up with innocent eyes.

you tilted your head at them, alice copies the movement.

then to the other side.

they mirror the lull of your head.

“besides those.” cater cleared his throat after a bewildered glance at the child. “what’s more impressive is that you’re still here, yuu-yuu. night raven is like… a pack of wolves trying to run you off crying, and you? you’re a very weird sheep.”

still a bit enraptured on this child, you replied without your stare wavering from the roundness of alice’s cheek as you reached up to pinch it. to yours, and cater’s surprise. their previous cute ferociousness is not present at all as they leaned against the warmth as though instinctive. “i didn’t do anything.”

you don’t entertain the accusing look in cater’s eyes.

“if that was you not trying to beast tame the school then i don’t know what’ll happen if you put in the effort.”

you both lapse into silence as cater–who seemed to sense the finality of the conversation lets it slip fully and instead, busies himself with the entertainments his phone provided. you redirect your full attention onto the elusive red-headed alice.

“so,” you started. “how did you end up here? must be a great feat if you were able to go past the barriers.”

alice curls their fingers within the fabric of your blazer, inspecting it as they reply softly. “i’m not sure, mada. i was just sleeping, and woke up in a garden. the hedgehogs showed me the way after i offered them a caterpillar.” they do not mention a bleary moment in their sleep where they curiously wondered how you and riddle came to be as they drifted off. “as pertaining by rule 210… if you are lost in a maze, give the hedgehogs an offering and they shall show you the way.”

you can’t help but let your mind drift over to riddle, who echoes the rules to be followed when mentioned.

your lips twitch into a smile, much to the delight of alice. “strange indeed. must have been scary.”

their eyes squinted. “i’m not scared.”

you chuckled and pinched their cheek. they pout.

“where are you from?” you ask instead, wanting to know more about the.. figurative alice from nowhere.

alice looks at you strangely.

“from the queendom of roses…” could they simply be a relative of riddle’s? you thought mindlessly. drawing your fingers through the surprising soft red locks who seemingly part eagerly for your touch. “with my mada, and my papa. sometimes my uncles visit.”

unsure of how to reply, you merely nod along. parting their hair by half and twisting it into a braid. “you called me mada.” you hummed.

“because you are my mada.”

she says like it’s the only thing that makes sense in her small world, not relinquishing her grip on your blazer but instead tugging at the wrists to expose the small slither of skin and hold onto it. clingy. you thought, deciding not to question it.

… was this your freaking kid?

the smell of strawberries wafts over the space of the living room alongside the ticking of the oven–momentarily taking both alice, and cater’s attention. the latter stretches before standing to stride over to the source of the smell, no doubt requesting trey to change the taste once more.

alice’s eyes, like yours slid to your own. a bit shy in their demeanor as they clutched onto the skin of your wrist. “can i eat some of uncle’s tarts?” they queried under your breath, only meant for you alone. you felt a bit confused but nodded nonetheless.

their lips twitched into an eager smile before it settles into a more controlled look of impassiveness.

that was adorable. you thought, unable to resist leaning down to scoop them into your arms as you stood. alice makes a sound of brief surprise before their arms loop around your neck. they sat pliantly still as you walked over to follow cater inside the kitchen, catching a glimpse of your scent that they sought for, so alice nuzzles their face into the warm pulse on your neck.

trey glances up from the animated retelling of cater about the crazy day. “new responsibility?” he wore a humored smile, apron long discarded and folded over the handle of the oven for the meantime.

if riddle saw this, he would not believe it no matter how intelligent he was. trey deduced.

he gestures to the tray set on the counter. “there’s frosted strawberries, blueberry cornmeal, and the good old mont blanc since i got left over ingredients from the last unbirthday party.”

alice feels the shift of your head as you glanced down at them, they don’t remove their head from the crevice of your neck for a moment and meets your eyes with a raise of their own. “frosted strawberries, please.”

“good choice, little alice.” cater comments.

“careful, it’s hot.” trey chided gently as he watched you pick up one of them, drawing it near alice’s waiting hunger as they tilted their head up from your shoulder. they took a small bite at the corners of the tart, smiling at the taste and only wider when you wiped remnants of crumbs around the edges of their mouth.

alice chews, and swallows before they spoke again. their eyes gleaming with admiration as they stared at trey. “it’s always the yummiest when it’s fresh out the oven.” they recited.

trey blinks.

“you’re a bright one.” he remarked, ruffling their hair when he drew near. “don’t tell anyone about the wicked secret ‘round the kitchen, all right?”

they nodded vigorously. “thank you, uncle..” they spewed politely, but evidently genuine.

cater munches from the other end of the counter. “we gotta protect alice,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling as he pointed his phone to you, tapping to snap a picture of the scene despite your warning stare. “too nice for the vultures we call students here.”

“you might be right.” trey shook his head, and you nodded mutely. more absorbed into letting them take bite by bite into the tart until it was about finished halfway. only then do you lay it back on the tray. how much sweets was ideal for a child to take anyway? regardless of you deeming it as enough, alice stays quiet and does not complain.

if they wanted more, you wouldn’t know.

“later.” you promised, leaning back when you were satisfied with their prim appearance. a pat of their hair to smooth down trey’s earlier disruption.

“later..” alice echoed.

a resident third year enters the kitchen. only to pause in their tracks and back away.

“domesticity is really the enemy of the students here.” cater sniffed, earning a chuckle from trey who found the comment funny. “imagine being happy, being broody and emotional are the real requirements to get admitted.”

cater finishes his snack with a pleased hum, and a grateful nod to trey. “by the way i messaged adeuce, sent them to stall dorm leader from going back as long as the dorm was… kind of in a wre–predicament.” he cleared his throat, casting a brief glance at alice to spot if they had taken offence to his almost uttered word.

“so now they’re en-route?” trey guessed, transferring the leftover tarts to a glass bowl. leaving the tray in the sink to wash for later. cater nods in response, typing on his phone with one hand. likely in cahoots with the two right now. “told them the coast was clear! no more trampling soldiers scampering around.”

trey eyed him. “what about the–”

just then, whatever trey was going to comment in rebuttal of cater’s easy reassurance was promptly interrupted by new individuals peeking inside. ace, and deuce poked their heads from the corner. as if trying to ascertain the danger level of whatever may be inside.

ace rougly nudges deuce when he spots you with a child in arms. for two people insisting on their unique, varying selfs. they mirror each other’s look of bewilderment as though their brain cells crackled and connected into a singular one. “what the seven?” ace mouthed.

you all do not notice the look of familiarity on alice’s face.

nor the brightening when riddle strides in with a petulant huff,

if riddle thought strangely, or disapproved of the two’s behavior then he wouldn’t have had the chance to comment on it before he was leveling trey with a sharp, inquisitive stare. “i would like a very good explanation as to why my hedges have been mangled to the ground.” his eye twitches with the effort of containing irritation. “three hours i’ve been gone. three! and when i enter heartslabyul the first thing i see is devastation upon my gardens!”

perhaps emotionally, riddle cried out in the last sentence.

even though such an expression should have frightened a child to some degree, alice relaxes in your arms but their face clouds in shame at his voice.

riddle whirls back to the other two lingering by the doorway who both flinches imperceptibly–cater tries to intercept with a nervous chuckle but is only met with a steely don’t even start! “ace, and deuce have me running around the school. saying something about yuu getting kidnapped by those.. vermin excuses of… students from octavinelle!" riddle seethed, breathing still a bit labored as favor of his statement about running around.

“dorm leader!” ace stood straight stiffly.

oh, did he just come from a frantic search in octavinelle?

“i even had to threaten collaring azul who i thought was lying about yuu.” with a deep intake of air, riddle breathes out and pinches the bridge of his nose, collecting his temper. much to the chagrin of deuce.

“we apologize.” deuce added sadly.

cater feigns ignorance by looking away but it’s trey’s look that has him adding to the defense of the two, rather than using the opportunity to scamper away with his head in tact. “ahem… we had these two keep you busy. so don’t be too harsh on them, riddle. us upperclassmen will take responsibility.”

a nod of agreement from trey gets riddle quiet.

the former tilts his chin to you. “yuu is fine, they’re right here.”

like he hadn’t even noticed before (he really didn’t), riddle’s head snaps to you immediately. his eyes would have been stuck to you, prodding for a valid explanation to your ignorance to his angry calls but instead, settles on the bundle in your arms.

“who…” a blink. “why in the world do you have a child! they are not welcome on school grounds! especially this time in the school year–.” riddle sputtered, instinctively sauntering over to take a closer look at alice who only stared without an inch of fear.

“papa.” they mumbled, voice measured but still echoing in the now quiet kitchen.

ace leapt up to your side. “that’s not right!” he gasped, squinting dangerously at riddle. any traces of earlier mortification gave way to whatever emotion he’s got on his face. “how could you sully yuu! they’re not a babysitter for your kid!”

“what?” riddle seethed, head flicking from ace, to you, then to alice.

despite a look of great reluctance, deuce nods from the doorway still. mumbling to himself. “dorm… dorm leader has a child…”

you vaguely remember trey offering the dazed guy a glass of water.

“unconfirmed earlier, confirmed now.” cater adds unhelpfully to the blazing fire of riddle’s rising anger.

riddle’s teeth grind together, jaw clenching as his fingers tightened into a fist. it was more of one his attempts at calming down rather than preparation for a physical alteration. “I did no such–!”

“don’t be mad at mada.” alice reaches for him, tugging at his blazer which surprisingly, quells the reddening of his face. now, he just looks a bit confused.

alice turns their head slightly. “mada, you can calm down papa.”

deuce paused before dropping to the ground.

“AH! he’s dead. this is why you don’t betray us by keeping secrets, yuu!”

“uh oh… trey help me with deuce… wait, should we just leave him? i mean, he’ll be just fine here, right?”

“... just take the other arm, cater.”

all the way back to the living room, riddle’s face remained tinged with warmth. alice, while reluctant to part with your embrace, seemed wholly pleased to stay by the other red-heads' side. insisting you sit next to him when you moved to sit by your two friends.

you obliged them despite riddle’s interest with the carpet.

the couch dipped at the weight of another. even so, the non-verbal conversation between alice, and riddle continued. the former pressed their lips together thinly, seemingly assessing the… youthfulness of the latter. they aren’t so used to this kind of look from him.

cater flinched, and look away from the flash of his phone. he elbows a dazed deuce.

“so,” ace cleared his throat, blinking his still wide eyes. “who the heck is this kid?!”

“language.” riddle chided sharply. though softened from its usual end even he isn’t so sure why it is from the mere presence of alice alone.

“rule 13, always present yourself with appropriate language.”

“always present yourself with appropriate language.” alice repeated.

riddle squinted at a relaxed alice, who tilts their head as if to ask ‘what?’.

“genetics is crazy. what’s next, the kid beheads us too?” ace points between the two.

alice shrugged. “only if you break the rules.”

“i do not have a child!” riddle protested.

“i am your child.” replied alice.

“apparently this one’s our kid.” you agreed begrudgingly.

riddle stares at you with a mixture of disbelief, and confusion.

darting between you and the kid like they're gonna start collating him in all his glory! sure, alice had red hair like him but quite a lot of people in the island have it too besides his relatives. the idea of… of him and you is just so out of this world that he can't wrap his head around it.

you? you who he hadn't paid attention to when you arrived at the ceremony? the very first person in that event that broke the rules? you, the very fading into the background student whom he believed to be a bad influence to his students ace, and deuce?

you he had almost hurt beyond repair at the bursting of his control so tightly held in his hands?

the brief skip of his heart when your eyes meet over the head of alice is enough to send blood rushing to his head, coloring it with his signature red whose warmth doesn't feel like the usual simmering anger he struggles to keep submerged. if anything, this feeling is practically leaping out the water and baring his face to everyone.

riddle does not look away. managing a look of what he tries to name as conviction but easily crumbles to fluster.

then the idea wasn't so bad considering this young child has proved to be raised dutifully, correctly without any worries of what he used to be burdened with as a child.

it gives way to curiosity.

despite his incredulously, riddle queries. “the gardens.” he starts with a measured narrow to his eyes, not too intense to possibly upset this.. future child of his whose eyes are strikingly familiar enough to halt the normal circulation of his heart once more for half a second. “were you responsible for the destruction of some hedges I've come across?”

alice shrinks into themselves. “i'm sorry papa.” they pursed their lips, voice genuine by the lower tilt. “i thought i could use my card soldiers to look for you, and mada. you told me about this place called heartslabyul before?”

“i have?” riddle blinks. the idea isn't too bizarre, it's only natural to think back on such things.

they nodded. “yes, papa. you talk about it a lot on our friday’s. about how it looked, how you were as it's dorm leader…” alice peeks a glance at you. “and your parties with mada.”

“unbirthday parties.” trey corrects. “sometimes birthday parties if it really is someone's birthday.”

ace perks up. “let me tell you then! from first hand experience!” he blanched. like opening light about his own struggles in heartlsabyul magically meant the truth to riddle’s own kid. “labyul is really strict on rules. you know on my first day, I ate a tart and—”

deuce stirred slightly.

at riddle’s glare, ace visibly wilts to which cater snaps a picture with snickers. “I mean… the tart was really good, made by riddle and all…” he sweatdropped.

“you shouldn't eat a tart that is not made by you.” alice replied thoughtfully. riddle can't resist a light smile at her words, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he nodded along. his hand hovers for a moment before it pats down on their hair. “that's right. I must have taught you well.”

you absentmindedly patted their head, taking turns with riddle to do so while expertly avoiding his gaze. “you said friday though, why?”

“on friday’s we don’t go out.” alice says.

“that isn’t a rule by the queen of hearts.” riddle points out.

“you made that rule papa.” they replied innocently. “in our home, so we get to spend time together as a family.”

silence reigns.

“wow.” you cough. sparing riddle an approving glance. that… sounded nice… domestic, and nice. you supposed even as an adult riddle would still have some sort of grip on rules, considering he grew up with them, it helped him live.

and now rules he shaped helped him live with alice, and you apparently.

tick.

tock.

tick.

tock.

alice peers down at the watch they pull out from under their little adorable coat, oblivious to the stunned silence they left behind. hesitantly, they place a hand on your knee, legs swinging as they rest the other on riddle’s. “mada.” they smiled, this time widely. “papa. I gotta go.”

“what?” riddle's eyes widened. “you haven't finished your tart yet.”

“it's okay. I already ate a tart earlier, papa.”

“you can eat another, just this time. if you want.” he insisted, strangely worried.

cater raises his hand. “can I?”

riddle disagrees immediately. “no.”

muttering something about favoritism, cater looked away with a long sigh.

riddle's eyes lingered on the roundness of alice's face. from the shape, to the more detailed parts of their features. eyes, your eyes. the lushness of their hair, the soft curve of their lips tilted with innocence sends an unexpected grip in his heart, like it's heart stopping.

gosh. his heart just stopped. would he really have his own alice? his eyes darted to you. with you?

alice huffed lightly, skin glimmering lightly as their shade slowly grew transculent and faded with each blink of your eyes. “I can always eat papa's tarts. they're so delicious.”

“don't use too much magic.” riddle scolded with a crease in his brows.

you add. “don't anger riddle too much.”

“please eat his tarts.” ace encouraged.

trey shot him a look. “don't teach alice bad things.” he sighed, glancing at said child with a smile. “I'll teach you how to make your own tarts, ask uh… future me?”

cater, not wanting to be outdone quickly perked up. “as a future magicam star, I'll make you one too. little alice!” he added, self assured of his future fame.

when it all settles, all that remains is a space between you and riddle that feels too little than vast. and a remainder of your future.

“atleast we know what name we'll choose.” you can't resist but tease. riddle does not blow up like you would have thought from your remark, only sparing you a look of feigned annoyance with warming ears that doesn't support the idea of his irritation.

he resigns to a small nod. “I am assured they are taught well.”

ace glances between you, and riddle. “I miss alice already. riddle seemed a lot more lenient with them around. you think they got embarrassing stories from the future?” he comments off-handedly, leaning back against the couch and blowing on the fringe over his forehead. “when are you guys gonna make an alice? please make one now.”

cater whistles out of there.

trey shakes his head.

deuce–still passed out is thankfully considered by trey, who dragged his limp body with a nod of goodluck to ace.

you waved at ace. F indeed.

wait! don't leave me, upperclassman! ace cried in his mind, feeling the panic splinter his state of mind.

“ACE!” riddle gritted his teeth. “i'll hand down my sentence, the verdict comes afterwards–”

ace paled.

“off with your head–!”

trivia

alice’s name is very much inspired by alice from the one and only: “alice in wonderland”.

their unique magic is called: under my decree which is simply being able to summon card soldiers, and command them at their will! (in this case, after being sent to a maze and finding their way out thanks to the hedgehog. alice was able to discern that this was heartlsabyul, and figured they might be able to find their parents here, hence, why they used their magic.)

alice is written to be a well-behaved 8 year old.

the watch is a nod to my previous commissioned work who also dealt with the concept of time travelling and related to going back (ha, ha).

alice woke up by the sound of a clock ticking, and knew that hearing it again meant that their time was up.

the entire thing happened due to alice helping untangle a fae who happened to get stuck in their gardens at the backyard while they were looking for a hedgehog that had not yet eaten (spoiler: hedgehog was hiding in a small crack under the tree) the same fae visited them at night whilst sleeping and granted them a dream of whatever they wanted to wish. alice, feeling swayed by the magic despite being not aware made a wish to fulfill it.

boom! baby rosehearts in your faces!

alice woke up and immediately said young riddle was funnily shy to yuu. much to the confusion of actual current riddle!

their favorite tart is: anything with strawberries, like riddle.

rule 13, and rule 102 are entirely fictional and made up by me… for plot purposes…

not deuce = is actually yuu

not yuu = is actually ace

not ace = is actually deuce

deuce been sleeping for the entire time lol.

ace got roped into fixing the gardens with the collar on #thatswhatyouget

riddle invites you to study for the nearing quiz season the following day.

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inuiiwonderland · 2 months ago

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PARENTS?!

You knew something was off the moment you woke up a few minutes before your alarm went off and how you and grim were able to have a peaceful morning without chaos.

Words: 2k

Heartslabyul x gn reader!

I just combined the word mama + papa and got MAPA so yeah…..

Something about today didn’t feel right

For starters, you woke up a few minutes before your alarm went off, you and grim were able to shake off the sleep and actually got out of bed without a fuss for once!

And then, the two of you actually got ready on time and even had time to eat some breakfast before heading out to class. For the first time in forever!

Then, the whole walk to class was peaceful and no one came by to disturb the peace. In fact, you two barely saw anyone on your walk to class.

Which was….weird

You and grim for once made it on time to class, 10 minutes early to be exact!

Okayyyyy…..maybe the sevens are finally giving you a break!

As you and grim chatted, you couldn’t help but look around.

“Hey, where’s Ace and deuce?” Grim also looks around before shrugging.

“Don’t know and don’t care! Anyways, we should definitely have tuna salad for dinner-“

Suddenly the door slams open with a loud BANG

Both you and grim yelp and turn to see who the culprit was behind the loud noise.

There by the door stood a boy who seemed to be a student at heartslabyul huffing and puffing as he tried to catch his breath.

“What is the meaning of this?” Crewel says sternly. One perfectly trimmed eyebrow raised as he waits for the poor student to explain why he nearly knocked out his classroom door from its hinges.

“S-so *GASP* S-Sorry - professor *GASP* crewel!”

“Mind explaining?”

“T-the p-prefect! We need the prefect!”

Ah, there it is

You knew it was too good to be true

“Why?” You asked. Both confused and a little annoyed.

“It’s urgent! The housewarden has requested you to come to the dorm!” The boy says. You look at crewel, the man just sighs as he gives you the go ahead. You pick up grim and walk down to where the student stood.

“Lead the way…”

Every step you take as the boy leads you to the chamber of mirrors causes the pit in your stomach to grow worse and worse than before. You have absolutely no idea what type of trouble awaits you in the heartslabyul dorm.

Was it another overblot?

Did someone accidentally lose all the hedgehogs and decide to put the blame on you???!

Did Ace and deuce do something that caused the whole dorm to be in ruins and have riddle ask for you specifically because you’re their friend?!?!?!

You don’t know, and you’re not ready

Upon arriving at heartslabyul, you were confused by how calm and peaceful the dorm was in. No ruined hedges, the roses are painted red and aren’t dead or ripped apart, the maze or anything isn’t on fire, no one is running around with a lost head!

The dorm looks to be fine

What’s the emergency?

You turned to the first year, confused.

“Uhh….the dorm seems to be fine? What is the emergency-”

“Follow me!” He quickly grabs ahold of your hand before YANKING you inside the maze. You and grim both yelp and you quickly try to match his pace as he expertly moves through the maze.

Jeez this is one of the more confusing mazes in the whole dorm and this first year already knows it like it’s the back of his hand!

You noticed some muffled voices in the distance, the closer the three of you got the more clearer it became. You could make out both Ace and deuce! Seems like they were running after something or… someone by how loud they were and the sound of “stop!” And “get back here please!” Left their mouths.

Oh sevens help you

“I brought them!” The first year shouts.

You could not believe your eyes

It was like a scene from a cartoon. Ace running around after what seems to be a- KID?!

Wait wait wait-

EVERYONE IS RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO CATCH MORE THAN ONE KID???

You see Ace chasing after a 8? 7? Year old boy while deuce seems to be holding something- wait no he’s holding a freaking baby!! Deuce is holding a baby in his arms while he chases after another little kid.

And then there’s cater. He’s busy running around trying to catch the two little girls who currently have his precious phone in their hands. The two giggle while cater prays to the sevens they don’t drop or break his phone.

Trey is busy listening to the little girl yap about the different baking techniques that even HE didn’t know existed and you swear he’s taking notes.

And riddle? Actually you don't see riddle anywhere. But you do see two children awkwardly standing near a corner as they watch everything unfold before their very eyes.

“What the actual fuck is going on” Everyone stops at the sound of your voice. The first year that was standing beside you gulps before BOLTING out of there. Not before whispering a small “good luck” on his way back to the maze.

Now with everyone’s eyes on you, you feel uneasy.

“Henchmen….I think we should also run back inside the maze” Grim whispers as his eyes don’t leave the scene in front of him.

“Yeah…good idea” You whisper back. You take a couple steps back, ready to also bolt out of there but was stopped when all the kids screamed and RAN their way towards you.

“MAPA!!!” They all scream. Both you and grim also scream but in terror as you both were tackled straight to the ground by the little mob.

“Mapa mapa! Where were you?!” One of the kids screams excitedly. She has bright orangish hair that reaches her back along with very interesting eyes. Both her and what you assume is her twin sister because of how eerily similar they look, they each have different eye colors. Similar to the leech twins.

One of them, her right eye was a beautiful green and her left was a nice e/c, while her sister's right eye was e/c and her left was green.

Yep definitely twins

“W-what? Mapa? W-what’s going on?”

“Mapa! I'm so hungry! Can we go home and eat?”

“Mapa, I’m tired. Can we go home?”

Mapa mapa mapa

Sevens you are going to go crazy!

And then when you think it can’t get worse, you hear a loud and whiny cry.

You turn to deuce who yelps and quickly tries to calm down the crying baby in his arms. One of the kids that was one of the reasons you got tackled quickly got up and ran towards deuce. She made little grabby hands signaling him to give her the baby. He gently gave her the baby and she was able to calm down the poor little boy as she rocked and hummed him a lullaby.

Yep that’s older sister right there

“Okay….seriously what’s going on, who are these kids, and where is riddle because the only reason I’m here is because of him who rudely requested me!”

“Yeah! Also where did that freshman go? He’s about to get a good a-”

“You’re a parent now”

“WHAT?!” Both you AND grim screech.

You look down to one of the kids. He eerily resembled Ace but the one thing that made you pale was the sight of his eyes.

Then you turned to the two more quiet children. They both had the same striking red hair along with the cute heart shaped strand on top of their heads.

Okay…

You then turned to the last one. She had short green shoulder length hair and the cutest dimples ever. She stared at you worriedly.

“Mapa are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost”

“I-I think I did”

After a very long and confusing conversation, from the kids and the others. You have come to terms that you are now officially a parent.

Eh you were hoping to wait until you were 26 but I guess it’s okay.

From what the other have told you, you now know who the kid’s fathers are.

Ace: one 8 year old son named Aiden

Deuce: two kids, one 7 year old daughter named Evelyn and a 3 month old son named Luka

Cater: two twin daughters named ruby and Amelia, age: 9 years old

Trey: one 7 year old daughter named Emma.

And lastly, riddle: two kids. One 9 year old boy named Felix and a 7 year old daughter named Alice.

“Mapa, have you seen father?” Felix asks quietly. Alice stands behind him with the same look.

“Ah! Uh no I haven’t….where is riddle?” And just like that, the housewarden was summoned.

He looks puzzled to say the least. His eyes scan the area before stopping to look at the kids that were in the room.

“What in the great sevens is going on here?!”

“Father!”

“Papa!” Both Felix and Alice say. They were excited to see their father and quickly jumped to hug riddle.

“F-father? What-” Ace whistles as he watches the flustered housewarden.

“Fatherhood is looking real nice on ya housewarden” he teases. The housewarden face turns a bright red as he tries to form simple sentences.

“I-I w-what?!”

“Father, when are we going home?” Felix asks curiously.

“Yeah when? I’m starting to get hungry!” Little Alice chirps.

“I think we should feed them something first. Half of them have complained that they are hungry” You suggest. You carefully took baby Luka from Evelyn as you could tell she was getting a little tired. You smiled down at the small cute bundle in your arms.

He had the same bluish hair and cyan eyes just like his father. While Evelyn was the exact carbon copy of you.

Cute

“So you’re telling me you have no clue on how they got here?”

Crowley stood behind his desk with the biggest grin ever as you, crewel, and everyone from heartslabyul gave him the most deadpan look.

“Wellllll I do have a small theory! Oh look how cute they all look! This one looks exactly like you my dear!” Crowley beams. You rolled your eyes.

He has no clue

“Is there any way to get them back home? I’m sure their parents are freaking out” Riddle says.

“We all know you are” Ace mutters. Deuce nudges him with a small glare as Ace just shrugs.

“What’s your theory?” Trey asks the headmaster. He tries not to sigh in annoyance as Crowley begins to coo and play around with his quote on quote “grandchildren”.

“Ah! Didn’t the kids say they all saw a bunny before waking up here?” You frown.

“Bunny?”

“Rabbit!” Emma corrects.

“All the kids have mentioned seeing one” Trey says.

“Do any of you guys remember what else happened?” You ask. All your kids turned to you. Some think and others just as confused.

“I-I remember” You all turned to Felix who slowly went a bit red after seeing everyone’s attention on him.

“Oh now thinking about it, the bunny did lead us somewhere!” Young Alice chirps.

“Where did it lead you my dear?” You ask softly. She smiles as you caress her hair.

“The bunny led us to a hole!”

“A rabbit hole” Felix adds.

“Ah! So some sort of portal!”

“Did all of you also get led to a hole?” Deuce asks curiously. Emma's eyes light up as she nods.

“Yeah!”

“The rabbit had my ball! So I went after it” Aiden says. Slowly all the kids tell their side of the story before being transported here.

“But I don’t get it, how do they go back?”

“Mm, seems like there must be something else to this” Crewel says. Brows furrowed in deep thought.

“For now, I think it’s best that you guys take them in and care for them while me and Crowley find a way to return them safely at home” He says.

“So we’re babysitting?!” Ace screeches. Deuce smacks him upside the head as he scoffs.

“That’s your kid! Maybe you should’ve wrapped it before tapping it”

“Deuce!”

“What? It’s true!”

Now then…..these next few days are gonna be interesting.

To be continued?

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yichi-is-a-bitch · 5 months ago

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TWST Incorrect quote #90

Trey: "My stomach growled super loud in French"

Trey: "I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class"

Ace: "Bonjour"

Deuce: "Le growl"

MC: "Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette"

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applecherrytea · 7 months ago

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“Under the Rain, Stuck in my room”

Request from @diced-sugar: Hello! I just came across your blog from scrolling through the twst tag, so sorry I don’t know much about your preferences for writing certain characters 😞 but, if you want a request, could we maybe get something to do with your fav twst character and the prefect being forced to stay together at ramshackle due to a rainy day? Could be cute!! Have a nice day!!

A/N: AAAAAAA I’m so happy! Finally! An excuse to write about my husband and children! Most of these will be romantic, but if you want a platonic version all you need to be is send in an ask! I’ll be happy to write one! Thanks again for sending me your request! I hope you’ll like this!

Character(s) Involved: Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

CW/TW: G/N!Reader for the most of it. Some strong language during Idia’s part

The downpour came on so suddenly, one moment the sky was sunny and bright, the next it started raining so bad that all classes were suspended! Luckily you and [Character] are together! It’s too bad he wouldn’t be able to go back to his dorm though…

The rain really came on as a surprise. You had asked him to come over, so he could help you out with baking and learning how to cook with the ingredients you were able to haggle at Mr. Sam’s shop. You still can’t believe that that place was more than a magic store. “Wow…it’s really raining out there..” You say as you lean yourself on the window sill, Trey behind you, cooking up what was left of the ingredients you bought. “I already called Riddle, he said I should stay here till the storm blows over.” he said as he plated the food, “You don’t mind, do you perfect?” you signal no with your head, moving away from the window to help Trey out with cleaning up so you both could eat.

Leona was already getting comfortable on your couch as you watched the rain from the guest room window. “This sucks!” Leona peeks open one eye, “I was really looking forward to those specialty lunches they were gonna serve at the cafeteria!” you stomped your way over to the couch, plopping yourself on the empty space Leona gracefully left for you. “You know,” the lion beastman mused, “if you want, I can just order it for you?” he says as he pulls you down to his chest. You look at him quizzically “You really?” he hummed in response, “I told you already, you can use my money on whatever you need. And if what you need is a specialty lunch then,” he offered his phone to you “knock yourself out” You gleaned as you stood up with his phone in your hand, ordering lunch for you three. “Thanks a lot, love!” you pecked his cheek as you stood up from the couch, picking up Grim in the process.

“THIS SUCKS ASS!!!” both you and Idia screamed as you watched the rain pour down. He slumps down to the ground, back facing the wall. “This is so not cool…it’s like watching your new game unload all its data for hours!” you sighed as you joined the complaining housewarden on the floor. “Tell me about it..” you both sat in silence for a while, fidgeting with nearby things as you awkwardly awaited for the rain to stop. “So…” Idia sat idly as he took out his phone, “wanna play while we wait this out?” you smirked as a response, “Is that even a question?” You and Idia spent the next hours playing around multiple games, so long that the weather had passed and Ortho had to come out and take Idia back to Ignihyde.

You knew that the rain was coming, props to the forecaster for reporting about it. You sat in your living room with Grim for a while, waiting for a special someone to come over for your usual nightly walks. “I wonder how long he’s gonna take? The rain looks so serious…” As you said those words, a knock came from the main door. You hurriedly get up from the couch you were lazing on, wearing your rain clothes as well as an umbrella as you open the doors. “Hornton! There you are, was wondering when you’d come over.” you opened the door widely for Malleus. He smiled as he entered your dorm. “Thank you, child of man. If you are ready, then shall we go and take a look at the gargoyles?” You nod happily as you head out with Malleus for a rainy adventure.

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asmolfolk · 3 months ago

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Twisted wonderland with a Grandparent!Reader

ਈՉ࣪﹑Just a quick heads-up! There will be ALL characters separated and all of them together (Ace and Deuce are the only ones who have separated and an 'Adeuce' one.)﹗ִ❀ ᘏ It's mostly comfort but there are some angst from their backgrounds... Also, I'm sorry if it's too short! :´(((﹗ִ❀

ᘏ Alsooo! Tyy so much for the likes and for the comments! I'm so happy that ya'll like it!! ❀

First things, just want to clear up some TWS.

Mentions of toxic relationships with parents [Riddle]

PTSD and Trauma [Riddle and Trey]

Jealousy over others and bad thoughts because of it [Riddle]

Insecurity [Riddle and Cater.]

Depression [Cater]

Prologue┆Savanaclaw┆Octavinelle┆Scarabia┆Pomefiore┆Ignihyde┆Diasomnia┆NRC STAFF┆Special Characters.

Heartslabyul

The friendship between you and the Heartslabyul wasn’t just Ace and Deuce, it ran deeper. They – Adeuce - started seeing you alone most of the times as Epel had to follow Vil’s strict schedule and had tons of things to be done too. The first thing that Adeuce thought to do? Invite the Grand-uh Prefect to the unbirthday party. They came all giggling while helping you and Grim out of the Ramshackle, talking about something they wanted to do with you – you were just happy to be around them.

When they brought you to the unbirthday, it was mostly quiet. Trey was the first one to interact with you – impressively. He was quite surprised to see you but made no remarks, only asked if you had any allergy or something of the sorts to make sure there was things you could easily eat.

Trey was such a sweetheart with you too, he was careful and made sure to link his arm with yours.

“It’s like this, not... Whatever you two were doing.” He said with a sweet smile – at least in your vision it was. Deuce seemed a bit nervous while Ace was looking around as if nothing happened.

“Now, if you let me, how about I show you some stuff beforehand?” He made sure to talk to you about the most important rules or, at least, the rules that were easy to break if you are in a unbirthday party.

Right after him, the one who you spoke with was Cater. However, you two didn’t talk that much. He was mostly focused on making sure everything was okay and trying to subvert any bad situation – while taking pics of course. #Grandyforlife.

The one and only who made things more... Strange for you were Riddle. You could see him staring you, every movement you made and every talk you had with others.

“Come now, you can for sure eat a bit more, can’t you?”

“Oh please, do not hold on the sweets!”

“Come on, big mouth!”

You were always helping the others, making them feel at ease to eat more. He was quiet, too quiet even when you indulged a bit too much on Adeuce eating a bit more. You were a sweet person, a literal parent that tries to make the other actually live and not survive...

Something he never had.

He could only look at you babying others. He didn’t let himself fall, not with you... Because he knew that if he let himself have a taste of what it’s like having a nice grandparent, then he would never be able to live again.

It was only in his Overblot that everything spilled out. You could see how much everyone there, not only Riddle, had suffered in silence. Had been betrayed by life or by other adults... You feel responsible to help them.

Riddle Rosehearts.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma] He doesn’t know how to properly give nicknames.

Riddle isn’t the kind to simply let elders do handwork, he sees it as unproper. Know that you will NEVER lift a finger when he is around – when he and Epel work together, you simply don’t even breath without help.

He is always worrying too much, sometimes you will need to make him know that you are not ‘fragile’.

He has a REALLY bad temper but you know how to calm him down, you two are working together on his temper.

He opens up to up for every single thing on his life. He always tries to not get too defensive when you speak about his family – he KNOW his parents were abusive, however, a part of him still clings to them.

He, and lots of others, fault a lot his mother – when you brought that his father also does have fault, he was quiet for a long while. ‘Enabling bad behavior is as bad as doing it, didn’t you say that?’ You would quote him and the world – suddenly – has another light.

He is your second adopted grandkid there... Well, at least that has a document to prove it.

Also, if you didn’t think he would go that far – he is currently trying to make you stay at heartslabyul. If you want that or not... It’s up to you. He will accept your take no matter what.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

At first, you two didn’t talk much. It wasn’t for any bad reason – not at all – Riddle was simply too ‘into his own world’, trying to keep the peace while uhm – escaping from Floyd. It’s not like he hates you on sight, he actually thinks you would be the best fit to take care of... Ace and Deuce’s acts. However, things changed... And it changes A LOT once he overblots.

It was like seeing for the first time. He just watched as you would indulge into letting the others eat freely, it made him sick. Not because he didn’t agree with that – but because he never had that. He never had anyone sneaking out food for him [well, just once but Trey got caught.]

The thing about Riddle is that he isn’t actually mean. He is just... Hurt. He still is dealing with emotions and the sudden ‘freedom’, he knows that he isn’t the best for others – too strict – but he, now, is trying to be less strict in some way. That’s when you came along. Riddle would actually enjoy your company, not only do you ease the tension of the past-overblot but you defend him;

Riddle is a bit of an old man in young shoes so it makes sense that you are so... Twinning in this one.

One thing about him, though. Is how he apologized to you, sending some letters and a tart only for you. He didn’t know either or not you wanted to see his face, he was a bit scared – so he never did ‘properly’ apologize [if you consider face-to-face apologies as the only proper way.]

Once, you decided to approach Riddle after a while. He was reading something on the library, he was quicky to greet you.

“Prefect... How greet seeing you...” The shocks of his overblot still hits him, not only did he try to fight... maybe kill students, he almost had hurt or killed you. That’s bad enough, he should NEVER had done that. “I hope that you had found my letters of apologies, right...? Deuce told me that you really liked the tart.”

“Yes, young one. I have. Though, it’s a bit disappointing to see that you won’t talk with his old fellow right here.” You would say as you sat next to him. “You shouldn’t feel responsible for everything.”

“...I- I had done so much wrong. It- It didn’t feel right talking to you like it never had happened.” He would say, avoiding to look directly at you.

“But you wouldn’t. My dear, do you think that I hold any grunges against you? Oh, no. I do understand the point, where you came from... Everything. You were hurt, in more times than just one, it’s not ‘unusual’ for someone like you to... Overblot.” Hearing your reassurers only made him feel even more... sad. “It’s not your fault, Riddle. And it’s not too late for you to change your ways... You mother doesn’t define you.”

It was only after this talk that he actually opens up and is more talkative with you. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that – not from his friends, but from an elder person. It didn’t take too long before he started being closer to you.

Always making sure to safe some sweets for you and being overly kind, even. For a while, you thought it was just him trying to properly apologize in his own way... But again? It didn’t take too long to see what was actually happening.

It was easy to connect the dots: He was treating you as if you were his real grandparent. The overly sweet comments, always trying to make sure you are alright – never too cold, never too hot... He also seemed a bit pouty every time Epel came to steal you from the unbirthday parties.

So, what does one do?... Welp.

It was noon. He was drinking his 4 p.m tea when you suddenly appeared with a very proud and giggling Cater right behind you. He was astonished, looking everywhere on the room and trying to think what was happening... Maybe it was time to say goodbye? Did you already think he was a burden or-

“Riddle.” You called; in the softest tone you could muster. “I’m here for more than just talking, but please – Do not overthink. It’s nothing bad, alright?” As you got closer to him, letting a paper on his desk. “Well, it’s not a legal document as I have no identity on this world... But I thought it would be nice to have one of those.”

Papers of adoption. It was OBVIOUSLY made for funsies, it didn’t even have a proper signature of a legal place – it was just Cater’s... AND CROWLEY??? Well. Even with the legal implications, Riddle couldn’t help but just stare at it. He felt... Seen. No, not just that... Loved.

He had never been seen as a child, never was saw as someone other than a trophy and – for someone – to CHOOSE him as a child, made something inside him broke. He got his pen, managed to sign in too much proper and just smiled. “I- I’m... Thankful I-” He stumbled over his words, not even being able to keep eye contact.

What you did next? Oh, what every grandparent does with their grandkids. A hug. You hugged him so close, making sure not to ruin his perfect attire – however your effort was lost as he simply nuzzled himself in, as if it was a Koala hugging a tree. This hug was... Something. He was almost squeezing you but you didn’t care, you could see how much he needed that. And you were happy. “My grandson, you shouldn’t worry about anything now.”

Yes, he is your second - ‘legal’ - adopted Grandson. Congratulations!! The rest of the heartslabyul were so happy! You already brought so much light to his world; it was only understandable that you would make him even less strict – at least for one week... or one day, his happiness would make him ignore some stuff, right?

No.

BUT fortunately for the students, you were around more often, so... At least they will get headpats?

Out of everyone on Heartslabyul, Riddle is the one who most sticks out for me in this hc. Not only he - of course - NEEDS an adult to be around for him. I feel like he would need it even more. Everyone knows the problems that he has: Stress, Anger issues, PARENTS [not only his Mother!! His father IS an enabler, which can be considered equal bad :(], strictness, insecurities and friendship. I think that him and Cater are the ones who will mostly beneficiante of having YOU.

Trey Clover.

General

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

Trey likes letting you bake and/or cook something from time to time, he often asks about recipes while trading his own with yours. He often loves to compare – in a playful way – about the pastries. He never gets offended and will stop if you feel offended by it in any way.

Most importantly, Trey doesn’t ‘baby’ you. Different from Riddle, he knows that you will need assistance here and there but it wouldn’t be every day and... Every single act that you do. He is mostly the one who makes sure that Riddle knows that – most of the time – you won’t need help and that when you do, you will tell.

Trey is also one with the difficulty of opening up to orders. He is too mature, however, has a bigger problem that many close their eyes to: He bottles up everything. Every fear, every little thing that puts him in discomfort, he doesn’t speak up.

Trey is your first successfully adopted grandkid. Yes, I am not lying, he is simply such a sweetheart that it didn’t take too long for your grandparent instincts to come.

He says he doesn't mind you staying at Ramshackle. [He is plotting to make Crowley not being able to refuse to transfer you to Heartslabyul.]

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

Trey was the one who always did help the two troublemakers to bake some goods for you. He knew since the beginning that you were around and he deeply did care, after all, he was teached to not only respect the elders but to help as much as he can. This made him being the second third years that interacted with you. [Other than Cater, of course.]

Comparing him to others, you didn’t think he needed much help – he had all figured it all, didn’t he? Every plan, every moment, anything that was happening around him was thought through. It was only after a fight that you saw the problem lingering in.

He was too... Parentified. He was sweet, yes, but his ‘perfect’ actions now take a different turn in your eyes. His fears turned more ‘noticeable’ to you... So, you stood there.

One thing about him is that he would never ask for emotional help – he knows he has problems like everyone else, but that is it. For him, there’s no reason as to why people would care about those ‘little problems’.

After all, Riddle has it bad. Ace and Deuce need your attention so they don’t do stupid things and, well, Cater is Cater [That man is a question mark] but he knows “they needed it better than him”... Right?

He couldn’t breathe. It was there, lingering on his skin, brain, eyes, on everywhere... He could feel it. The same feeling as that exact day. That gutfeeling, that disgusting turning feeling on his stomach – the feeling of being screamed at, the feeling of being in the wrong... When he just wanted to help.

He just wanted to help.

Somehow, it wasn’t what Riddle wanted. His explosion was ‘justified’ but him screaming at Trey like that? It wasn’t... But he said nothing and just took in to avoid conflict. Always.

Avoiding it even if it hurted him more.

Avoiding it and trying to forget the words.

Avoiding it and trying to just pass through one more day.

And you found him in the kitchen. Not the usual well-kept Trey, no, this was a way more... Quieter, he wasn’t cooking, just seemed... Sad. He wasn’t crying, but it was clear that it didn’t mean anything. Him, not crying just shows how things are more... Different with him. Should be played with way more care and cautious, I would say.

And that’s what you do. You came in, softly tapping the door.

“Are you busy, Trey?” You asked, not missing how he simply shakes his head. He already knew you were there. “Oh... Dear, what happened? You seem so down...”

It took a while, Trey seemed to be fighting his own internal monsters. He looked to his hands and then just sighed. “I guess the pressure got to me. It’s nothing to care much, I promise, Prefect. I’ll be okay in no time.”

“Well... Life is like that, right? However... As your friend, dearest, I can’t ignore your lone suffering. To me, it’s something to care for.” You said, reassuring him and softly tapping his shoulder. “Look... I know how things can be difficult, especially when you are in the spotlight. You got it all figured it out, don’t you? How to calm yourself, how to deal with your emotions... But is it all healthy when you don’t tell others how exactly do you feel?”

“I already do it, prefect... It’s-” He sighed “It’s just I wanted to avoid it. Sometimes the fight gets worse and I couldn’t do it, not there or with Riddle... Look, I understand your worry. But, truthfully, you don’t need to worry that much about me... I can do it, I just need to breath and stay calm.”

“If you keep everything that makes you like this under the covers, do you think they would change? I know people are different... That’s why, Riddle would listen. He may be... Well, a strict one, but he is your friend.” You smiled “Go talk to him afterwards... Or when you are ready for it, but please do talk. Those things are important to be said... Even if they cause more conflict.”

He knew you had some points. But he hated it – he still had some ptsd from that day and it was difficult keeping it under the facade. He decided to, after a while, really talk to Riddle. It helped. But he knows it wouldn’t help that time... But that’s ‘life’ isn’t it?

He stayed closer to you after that day, not only because he – of course – knows how to care for you a bit better. He is simply trying to avoid anything bad happening in your way.

You noticed what he was doing more times than he could say. So, you did what every grandparent would do.

“Grandson, can you pass the salt?” He almost spilled his tea all over himself while looking at you with those wide eyes. And then, not even a second later, his eyes softened and he just passed it. “Thank you so much. Oh, dear, I love this little-”

He heard your rants about your country’s foods. He made a small note to try to search for it in his own and make it for you, to ask you your favs and try to make it so it remembers you of your home.

He – just like you – just accepted this new role. As grandparent-grandchild. He didn’t mind it, truly, even though he already has his family, his heart is big enough to fit an entire country.

You two, of course, also noticed a very jealous looking Ace, a supportive Deuce and a very confused yet amused Cater. However, you do hear Ace saying something like ‘It should’ve been me...’

He is your first [not documented] grandson. Not only that, he simply matches you. He sneaks out some goodies for you, keep mental checks of your health and makes sure you are always well. He simply fits on the role that much.

He is simply the perfect grandson, isn’t him?

Every time that it’s almost night and you see him always sending you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s morning and he sends you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s close to the hour that you need to take any medicine and he sends you a message, you think that.

Trey simply does his best, even when not present. He is always there, reminding you to take care of yourself, to let yourself heal and be loved.

Trey is a someone that many doesn't gaze, of course there are some that look up or even like him in a deeper level... However, do they understand what he passes through? Just like others, most of his inner turmoil is left aside to deal with 'bigger problems' in his mind. Of course, he still is very upfront about his feelings - he is direct. That's why it's so easy to think about scenarios with him. He is always ready, always prepared, always taking care of everything... That must be exausting. You are his reminder that he is also valid.

Cater Diamonds.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent, 'Gray' or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

Unfortunately, you weren't that close with him. He was a sweet person, wasn't him? Always there but never going too much on you. He always seemed a bit forced, but you thought that it was just part of the 'Influencer gig'.

He was always… There. Looking, lurking, you almost thought that you did something wrong, his eyes lingered too much on others and then on you. You failed to realize that he was actually longing for something, longing to be loved by you like the others did too.

Because of the long – and hurtful – distance, he always took the first steps between you two. However, as time went on, it became easier for you to understand him, to see the real him – even if, sometimes, he didn’t want anyone to notice the real him.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

Cater has troubles... Some big ones coming in. First of all, he can’t see a way to really bound with you over socials so he just tries to minimize his use of slangs to avoid explaining around you.

He was surprised that you weren’t offput by his use of slangs or his love for social medias. He thought you would be a bit more like Trein than Lilia in that aspect, but you weren’t that upset or seemed to judge him that much.

Going straight to the point. He saw how you dealt with everyone. How you always were there, taking care, making sure everyone is alright – even the first years, gods, even the staff. He couldn’t help but feel a bit left out... But, that’s alright! Cay-Cay is good and feelin’ alright!

He wishes he was.

Putting a mask is something many can do, easily or not. He saw Vil doing, Crowley – in every parent meeting – does it and, gods, every influencer does it... Why is it different when it’s him?! Why do you suddenly want to know about him?!

Why now?

Why now?!

He wishes he hadn’t let the mask slip. It was just a fast comment, just a passing by thought but you caught it.

“Are they really my friends?”

He didn’t even though he said it out loud, you seemed to know what he thought or said though... So, did he? Why did JUST you notice it? Is he that forgettable to others too?

He couldn’t let you inside the walls he created, couldn’t let you BE the one to hold his hand and say that everything is okay. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be a burden to someone, he couldn’t make someone’s life as miserable as his own...

But you were there. After following him, were just rubbing his back as you watched him crying. He was trying to understand what you were saying, but his head was turning. He knew you were trying to help him, that you were there for him... But your words didn’t reach his ears. He liked the sound of your voice, though, he just let your voice guide his thoughts and let himself drive off.

It was only when he woke up and you were bringing him some food that he managed to let out a breath. “I’m sorry- I'm so so sorry, I- Did I make you sleep here? I’m-”

“Cater... Please. You don’t need to apologize, never... You did nothing wrong, trust me... Oh, dear, to have you thinking that you need to apologize over something like this...” You regretted not noticing the obvious signs now. “I am the one who should apologize, I didn’t notice it... I’m sorry.”

There was a silence while he ate.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You offered, looking at him. “Because, I’m not going until we talk...”

You stayed with him until he needed to go to classes. It was such a heartfelt conversation... He couldn’t help but take your words. He always saw himself as ‘a fleeting’, never as someone that would make a good remark on people.

He, in every sense, hated the idea of being there. Exposed and vulnerable, he hated the fact that you knew him more now... But he loved it too. He needed it, someone that not only understood him but supported him more than just ‘Oh, you like that social media thingy, right?’

He wanted to be loved, more than just a passing romance, more than just a friendship that would last only a year... He needed something durable, something that wouldn’t be left behind.

Your teaching, your words, not ANY of those would be.

So, he did what was right.

He just let the papers on your desk while you were reading something. You immediately stopped reading, let the bookmark on the page and took the papers. “Now, now... What is...” You weren’t believing what you just saw... Did he really print an adoption paper? “Oh...”

“...I do hope I’m not too forward with that idea- I mean, I don’t even know if I’m fit to be adopted like that- I'm sorry-”

You cutted him short with a big hug and so many pampering pets and words. “Oh, dear! I’ve been thinking about this for months! It makes my heart so warm that you reached out first... Oh, I’ll sign this right again, grandson! I’ll make sure that everyone knows... Let’s take a picture for that magicam!”

He is your first legal grandson! He started printing more adoption papers to give to others, some refused and others were eager to sign. It was so fun, he felt even closer to you, being the one to help you find the others and everything.

Being Cay-Cay was fun but being ‘Grandson’ was way cooler.

Cater, out of everyone here, is the most difficult to tell. He doesn't do friendships that he thinks would last forever, he knows they wouldn't. He would have to move out, lose contact and if they ever meet again it wouldn't be the same. He is a person who experienced that cycle over and over. I personally don't think he would be very entusiastic about an elder Yuu at first. He probably only truly started to care after some weeks? Or he always did care, but more into the 'Oh, wait an old person' and less into 'let's help him bcuz we fwens!'

Deuce Spade and Ace Trapolla.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent, Cool granps or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

The duo was ALWAYS making messes... And you were the one to actually try to keep them down. You slowly became responsible for them, being the one people would often call to talk about whatever had happened with them, you slowly became more than just ‘their friend’.

People would often tell you about the things they did, if they were too distracted in class or whatever more. Most of the times, even Riddle would call you to try to get someone to talk senses into the boys.

However, they did change a bit. Less reckless, less immature, they actually started to help you more – Deuce already did that however with Ace’s help it was easier. Ace was actually more into helping you as time went on.

If Ace was already everywhere even before settling into the ‘Grandson’ role, he simply seemed to have a ‘6 sense’, always showing up when you needed him.

As for Deuce, it was way more about trying to help you like he wished he had helped his mother. However, he sometimes needs to balance his own life up and ends up needing your help- But, he always makes up to you.

Deuce was always the most responsible one out of them two, but, when paired with Ace – his working braincell seemed to take a break. Even then, he is a sweet one, always helping, always trying his best. Even if he ends up messing up a bit, you know that his heart is truth. As for Ace, he was always an enigmatic one. Not because of any ‘unknown’ reason, it’s simply because he seemed to always forget that you are old. Like, he would pass through some comments like: ”You run like you are old- oh wait” or something of the sorts. He started to slowly notice what you could do and what you couldn’t, he is still a messy one, but he always tries to not make anything to actually get you angry... Or too angry with him.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said characters in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change them.

We both know they never let you out of sight for so long… Well, or out of your ears. You would constantly hear people complaining to you about something they had done, as if you were their actual grandparent.

Also, let me get this through: Ace was a bit of an asshole at first but Deuce was always sweet. You could hear them always arguing about something Deuce had done or Ace had done. As time went on and not only their friendship but your friendship with them had developed. Things changed A LOT.

Now, Epel needs to actually throw hands to be able to be the one sleeping on your room. Actually, all the First Years now have troubles trying to keep up. Because, in the end, doesn’t matter your age or whatever, you will always be their best friend.

Because of that, play a bit into your favorites and see their eyes shining. [But never let them know that EVERYONE is your favorite, let them have a bit of pride.]

“I TOLD YA, I’M THEIR FAVORITE!” Deuce was almost going in Delinquent mode as he grabbed Ace by the collar. “THE NIGHTGOWN YOU WEAR? GUESS WHO WASHED IT?!”

“Aw naw dude, did you seriously wash those things? Ew...”

“What- What do you mean ‘ew’?!” Deuce let Ace go “...Do you not wash those things? Ace, what the-”

“Naw, I do. I was just messin’. I don’t need to say anythin’, I know I’m their favorite. After all, they always send heart emojis when talking to me... Oh, and good morning gifs.” He said proudly.

“They send ME good evening gifs.”

“WELL, they sent me a message ONE minute ago!”

“They sent me one too!”

The message read: “If you two don’t stop arguing, I’ll not give a piece of my pie.”

To be honest, you don’t need to change or do much to actually see the difference your presence brings to them. They feel more motivated; they are actually really cute and sweet every time you are around. Even in the basket games, Ace would always smile directly at you. While Deuce would always talk with Jack to do less heavy and longs runs whenever you are because he knows you like to participate with them.

With everything said and done, Ace and Deuce were not happy that they weren’t the first ones you adopted. I would say they were offended.

It was close to 8 pm when you heard a soft knock on your together with some strange sounds. When you opened the door, there both of them stand. They were looking at you as if you had jumpscared them.

“Well, well, well... Look who is there! Goin’ to sleep and wouldn’t even tell us about the whole thing...” said Ace, crossing his arms – imitating how you used to stand every time you were scolding him.

“Sorry for coming in such late hour” While Deuce apologized, Ace rolled his eyes. “But- We know that you like... Adopted Cater and Riddle.”

“Oh... It’s not an actual adoption, it’s just a print paper... Haha... Did you guys got jealous?” You asked, not missing how Deuce just looked to the ground and Ace just shrugged.

“And what if?”

“Then, I guess you two should come in and sign the papers. I was going to make you all sign them after meeting Riddle, but I couldn’t find you.”

You couldn't miss how their eyes shined and the fact that Ace had to turn his head around for a bit. You let them sign the pap

They never felt so dumb but you know, it was worth it. They started coming more and more around. You could see how incredible happy they would always get every time you talked to them. Their smiles were enough to make you feel like coming to this world was worth it.

They were always telling the others First years how they are your first grandsons or something like that.

You can only smile while seeing how they are absolutely loving their grandson role.

Let's be honest, it doesn't matter who you are - the first years would always stick to you and absolutely be your friends. They would ALWAYS be there, helping and making sure you are okay... They are simply the cutest things, aren't them? Out of everyone, they are - absolutely - the ones you would miss the most.

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Force in Nature | Platonic Yandere Trey Clover x Toddler Reader

Part 2

Being a child, in your experience sucked. Even with a developing mind there were constant reminders of all your faults. Short, weak, disadvantaged and constantly at the whim of adults. Most children wouldn’t mind so much, considering that the adults in their life mean well but not you. Never you.

“(Y/n) don’t give those fat brats anymore then that. They’re already eating us out of house and home.”

The drivel of your mother rings like a bell in your head. Always chastizing, always negative. It had gotten better now that she had found your father but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. In her mind she figured his children were the only obstacle left between her ‘happily ever after’ with your father.

“Ace! Deuce! Did you break into this pantry again?!”

It didn’t help that the twins were rambunctious spitfires that were prone to trouble anyway. Which meant they were often forced to reach out their hands to suffer the wrath of the ruler. Their father was a popular man, often more focused on updating the town’s bulletin boards than disciplining his children but it was clear he loved them.

But love was never enough to save the duo from your mother’s accusations.

At least once a day, your mother would report the twins for doing or saying something awful. It would always lead to an exhausted sigh before stomping over to the children to give another lecture and dish out some chore as punishment.

“This so unfair, we didn’t even do anything this time.”

“Well I know I didn’t. Maybe you did something Ace.”

“What!? How dare you blame me! Don’t you believe me, (Y/n)?”

You usually were a witness to their innocence, often spending your time with them anyway. But for whatever reason not being able to speak meant your written testimonies were invalid. No matter how many times you wrote in you’re book and presented it to your father it never seemed to work.

“You’re so sweet (Y/n). Trying to save your big brothers; you know that lying doesn’t help their case anymore.”

It was fine when it was only that. Baseless accusations and then the punishment of simple chores. Every now and then a prank in return for their suffering but then the chilly warning of Autmn came around. While the likeness that the snow would pile too high was low, the scarcity of food was a guarantee. Already aware of the set portions you’d receive suddenly decreasing and the way your father didn’t dare eat with you all any more spoke volumes.Unfortunately your mother wasn’t all too fond of cutting material costs.

“Cater I’m telling you, we’ll never get to eat if we have those kids in the house.”

“But love (Y/n) would never survive the trip into town.”

“Not them you idiot! They hardly eat more than a rat! It’s those boys of yours! They’re so big they ought to be hunting for their own by now.”

“The boys…not them they are still children too.”

“Stop whining. I’m going to take them out tomorrow, to learn how to hunt.”

“You?! But you’ve never—”

“Shut-up! Maybe then I can get those kids to do something worth the wasted meal.”

Reporting to your brothers the plan for the day felt like being the espionage detail for a secret operation. It made you proud when they used their information to concoct their own plan. They deduced that she planned to ‘lose’ them during her hunting lesson. Thus Deuce’s genius-plan to leave stones leading to the house was born. It was a shame that this plan didn’t involve you in any way but you were happy to see Deuce leaving stones behind as your mother led him into the forest.

Trying to comfort your father for a decision he didn’t protest felt odd. Of course, you wouldn’t understand the emotional struggle of his love life and the love of his trouble-causing twins. You are a kid, you aren’t supposed to know. Still, you let him hold you, mumbling curses to himself about cowardice as your mother opened the door. She huffed and puffed about him not greeting her before going off to prepare dinner.

Unable to resist the urge you settled on the chair beneath the window. Watching the opening into the forest being led to by the stones. Sure enough, before the sun had set and the fourth time your mother had called you for dinner they were there. Appearing slightly dirty but determined they came just in time, much to your mother’s dismay.

Of course, what followed was a new plan for tomorrow.

“I’ll take them deeper in! And I’ll make sure to kick all those pebbles away”

“Please let’s just–”

“Starve!? We’ll barely have enough for dinner tomorrow! They must go!”

“But it’s so cruel.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

The silence from your father was telling and like before you reported to your brothers. They took your notes with just as much urgency as the last, instead trading their stones for crumbs from the sliver of bread they’d be given for lunch. At the time it sounded like a great idea.

But as the sun set and the critters of the forest picked at the crumbs left behind, it dawned on you.

This was a terrible idea.

With a quickly scribbled note left on the window sill, you took a ball of yarn tying it to the bush near the forest opening. Following the disappearing trail of critters, you were walking in the direction your brothers went finding that it stopped in a clearing. From there the moon could no longer illuminate the crumbs still left and the critters weren’t leading you accurately anymore.

It was getting colder. The woolen sweater and mitts are your only comfort. With a rumbly tummy and the heaviness on your eyelids increasing, you settled into the dirt. Promising you’ll find your brothers when you wake, staving off the fear from your shrunken spool of wool.

When the sun rose again you woke with renewed vigor. The pain of hunger leaving you for the time being you set your gaze to the ground. Of course, the crumbs were gone but vague indents in the dirt gave you enough of a guide. During your tracking you start the game of letting your smaller shoes take a fraction of their tracks following along as you replay a song your father would sing.

Eventually, the tracks stopped at a paved pathway, it smelled sweet like a candy you’d seen the twins eat. It made you curious but you trusted your judgment to ignore your hungry thoughts. The tracks didn’t continue past the pavement and knowing your brothers they’d certainly gave the brightly colored path a try.

The grumbling desires of your stomach weren’t spoiling your resolve— or that’s what you were telling yourself. Going down the hill the path led over it’s destination led you to a place you swore shouldn’t have existed. In a clearing, the candied path led to a gingerbread house, decorated with various frosting, gumdrops, and red vines. The fence around it was peppermint canes surrounding the sugary house invitingly. A perfect garnishment for an already delectable house. Your stomach agreeing you found yourself closing in on the gingerbread foundation perfectly level with your small mouth.

Before you could dive in, you stopped. Thinking back to nicer days in the forest you remembered thanking the squirrels buried in the trees surrounding your cottage. Instead of burrowing inside your warm, inviting home they kept to their holes in the nearby trees. Of course, your young mindset wouldn’t have comprehended why animals that wanted to survive avoided the cottage. But that was beside the point.

Your manners for the owner of the candy house would not be affected. Even though your stomach churned almost painfully at your denial. To make it easier you turned away from it crouching down to hold the grumbling organ. Repeating that you could eat when you returned with your brothers to share—no matter how little was left.

“You are allowed to eat you know.”

The sultry voice of a man stopped your internal thoughts, peeking your head over your shoulder to look at the interruption. In the doorway of the house was a tall and handsome man, he reminded you of the young bachelor in town. Wearing a tight black long-armed shirt lined with rhinestones, your mother would envy. The dangling sparkles matched his pants which were long and wide at the ankles. His attire was interesting because you’d never seen it before, the man’s face was just as alarming. Hair as green as the surrounding trees was flowing to his waist contrasting his black outfit in a ragged but neat look. It was like a halo of green against his pale skin, golden eyes, and pink lips.

“You look hungry, why don’t you take a bite?”

The way he said it was hypnotic. An inviting and comfortable thrum of a voice that started to pinprick into your morale. You shook your head as if that would expel the greedy thoughts threatening to take hold. You hurriedly pulled out your notepad writing as neatly as you could. Holding up your notepad, you hoped he could read.

'It’s your house…that’d be mean.'

He leaned in to see what you wrote, retreating back to the arch of the gingerbread door.

“I was the one who chose a candy house. It just comes with the territory.”

He flashed a smile, white as milk. You licked your teeth beneath your mouth, feeling the plaque build-up that you’re sure makes your teeth yellow. Thinking of brushing, your memories trickled the moments you’d had with your brothers. The excitement that came with using your toothpaste for anything but. It reminded you of your real objective.

'Have you seen my brothers?'

The man tilts his head. You proceed to draw them to the best of your ability; trying to use the charcoal to detail the colors of their hair, and their height compared to your own. It’s hard to tell if he knows anything as his small smile hasn’t waivered. But as you scribble and point you worried he’d stopped listening.

“How about you come inside, have a bite, and I can help you find your brothers. That sound like a plan?”

You nodded. Standing up, you rushed to his side to grab his extended hand letting him lead you inside.

'My name’s (Y/n), what’s you’re name?'

“Trey. You can call me: Trey."

'Nice to meet you, Trey!'

“Likewise.”

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Trey Clover loved to eat children. It was in his nature to come from a long line of baking witches. It wasn’t a trade secret that children extend your life and beauty; the real secret was how to craft the potions with the children to make delicious desserts. Forest animals and pesky adults were fine ingredients but nothing was more fulfilling than a child’s soul. They were also much nicer to have as victims. They cried sure but they were dumber, more gullible, and so much easier to fatten up. But for all the children he’d consumed over the past century, there was something Trey could definitively say was the truth.

That Trey Clover loved children. His family ruled him as demented for such a thought but it was the truth. For all the fulfillment he’d have after his rejuvenating meals, there was still a resounding sorrow that nothing he could make would overshadow. Nothing but the shining presence of another child.

Trey rationalized that he wasn’t crazy, humans had pet pigs all the time. He’s no different in that way. That every now and then the thought of keeping one crossed his mind, diminished at the thought of one thing or another. Whether it was a spark of brattiness that was hidden behind a sunny demeanor or just the undisciplined actions of a bully in the making. It reminded him why he’d never let himself feel too bad as he tossed their belongings into the basement after a satisfying meal. He figured it was natural selection. Like any other predator, he looked for the weakest, the slowest in the pack to pick off and sustain him for another ten years.

But he’d begun to waiver with such an innocent soul in his grasp.

“How was that? Was it good?”

'But my brothers–'

He'd close the pad before the question was asked.

“Your head is so warm, I think you’re coming down with a fever.”

Cradling the young child, he settled to swaying them to sleep. His usual victims were not so young, often much older and more defiant. That is why it was such a treat to have a well-mannered impressionable little toddler to care for. With a resolve to their mission that was unavoidable, it still was nothing against the bedtime routine he’d been taught long before. He couldn’t remember if it was his mother or one that he’d eaten but she detailed the way to care for small children with such pride. In his heart of hearts, he’d admit to having eaten her out of envy. But now she proved more useful than her bones as he ran a bath for the yawning toddler.

Distracting them with talks of nothing as he gently wiped the grime off their little body. He had to refrain from frowning at the signs of a rash on their back. He was blankly staring at the untreated patch, cursing the adults who’d allow a sick toddler to run through the woods. But from their other children’s stories, they weren’t all that good to begin with.

The sound of a sneeze reminded him of his task.

“Bless you. After your bath I’m just rub a little ointment on your back before you settle down okay?”

They tiredly nodded, Trey resisted the urge to coo.

“You’re doing a good job staying awake. Let’s finish up before you fall asleep, okay?”

His parents were completely right about him. What sane witch would have a room decorated for a toddler already made, already infused with sleeping herbs that’d erase the thoughts of the past?

“Goodnight, my sugar cube.”

The notepad had been abandoned long ago. The urge to burn it was growing.

“Tomorrow we can look for your brother.”

The demanding sign of '2 brothers', made him laugh. Not after today you wouldn't.

“Maybe one day sugar cube, sleep tight.”

Kissing (Y/n)’s head and waving as he closed the door, Trey was elated. It was difficult to wipe the smile off his face when he unlocked the basement door.

It wasn’t just as he left it per his instructions to the bratty boy. Ace was far too skinny to be worth a good meal and from what Trey could tell a decent worker under stress. Trey figured it’d be hard to break his spirit if the other boy was around. Of course there was a chance it'd return with his little one. Trey would bet on fear and duty overwhelming him and he’d fall right into place.

“I see you’re working extra hard. Good.”

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Ace stopped sweeping, his little knuckles white as he fought the urge to scream at the witch. He only wanted to see his brother. After the first night, he knew rebelling would get him nothing but trouble.

“Can I see my brother now?”

Trey hummed closing the door behind him, he didn’t bother to lock it. He knew the boy wouldn’t want to leave. He took the ring of keys from his belt twirling around his lithe finger as he stepped deeper into the basement. Ace stuck close to his side, waiting anxiously to see his brother again.

The last time he saw him, his face was wet with tears. His hands were still sticky from the treats they’d gorged on, angrily shaking the unmoving metal bars around him. Ace couldn’t sleep if he tried.

“Before we go in, you two have a younger sibling. (Y/n) was it?”

Ace’s already sped-up heart-rate, went seconds faster. The collection of little papers in his hands with a tattered cover was far too familiar.

“They sound so determined to find you two.”

“What did you do to them!?”

When Trey turned his head over his shoulder the sneer he gave, bore into Ace's soul like a needle. Flashes of the suffocating pain the night before demanding he fix his demeanor immediately.

“Quiet boy.” The command was like a heat rod, sweltering from such a short distance. He looked away from those golden eyes for his own sake. “I won’t be doing anything to them if you behave.”

The final warning hung in the air with the door now unlocked. The metal door swinging open was a cruel mirror of when they first accepted the invitation to eat some more. There were tables of sweets and pastries along the cracking walls of the room. A table with a checkered tablecloth and a painted chair were placed off to the right side of the room; waiting for someone to enjoy the decorative plating on its surface. But unlike the day they first arrived a metal cage was hanging from the ceiling and his brother Deuce was in it.

“I’m glad you ate. At least hunger won’t be the last thing on your mind.”

Trey’s off-handed comment was ignored as Ace ran to clutch at the bars separating him from Deuce. As best as they could they hugged one another, the cold and rusted bars a constant reminder of their unfortunate circumstance.

“Deuce I can’t let this happen! I have to do something!”

Deuce shook his head,” No, if you do anything bad he’ll eat you too! You’ve got to get back home and find Dad!”

Ace pulled at his orange strands, “I can’t he has (Y/n).”

Deuce’s serious face, quivered. His brave instructions became mute as he imagined their youngest sibling unknowingly falling into the same trap they did.

“You have to protect them. Please, Ace.”

The blue-haired boy couldn’t speak anymore his nose running and tears falling again. All he could do was clutch at Ace’s hands, attempting to put his forehead against the bars to feel his brother's. Ace was crying too, barely standing as he held onto his brother.

“Are you done? I’m not getting any younger over here.”

Trey's snide remark was not appreciated, nor was his giant hand pulling at the rags of his clothes, shoving him toward the oven. Ace didn’t need to ask for Trey to point at the brush and pan on the floor.

“Clean up the oven. The metal earrings from my last meal will make him taste worse.”

Ace murmured his distaste as he opened the oven door. Looking into the deep black mouth of the oven, it amazed him that whole people could fit in there.

It also gave him a devilish idea.

“Uhm I don’t know how to.”

Trey turning towards him was frightening, the black coloring around his eyes flaring with such disgust.

“Are you troubled? You just go in and sweep the ash at the floor of the oven.”

Ace pretended to look into the oven before jumping back, “Are you sure there’s not someone down here?”

The witch was prepared to punish the boy but he thought of the toddler upstairs. He had dreamed of the day, he would be called to check the closet for monsters. He figures if he’s keeping the defiant one, he should show some of the same care that he’ll be showing for (Y/n).

It’s all too easy for Trey to climb inside, having done so on his own, hundreds of times before. Crawling to the back he felt the child coming up beside him, immediately making him grab the head of the boy.

Ace felt his stomach flip. Had he figured him out?

“We can’t go in at the same time, wait ‘til I’m done.”

“O-okay.”

As instructed Ace crawled back out, watching how the witch's body fully disappeared into the oven. Once his feet passed the threshold of the oven’s opening, he didn’t hesitate to close the oven door. Jumping up to flick the lock closed, Ace ignored the angry banging as he pulled at the red-colored lever to turn on the oven.

The feeling of the heat flickering to light brought a successful comfort to the orange-headed boy. The frantic banging from within the oven was as frightening as the demonic screaming from within.

“W-wait but the keys! He still has them!”

Ace assured his brother with the jingling object in his hand. Deuce pulled him into a teary hug once he’d been freed from the metal cage. The smell of sweat and burning flesh, never being so enticing. The moment between the two stopped as the banging became more and more apparent; the lock clicking as it held the oven closed.

“Let’s get out of here before he breaks out of there.”

“I agree.”

Deuce is the first to run through the door and out the basement; likely because of his time in the metal cage. Ace on the other hand faltered, snatching an armful of the pastries lining the room. He flipped the bird at the furnace and ran to lock the door to the basement door. Before he did, he took a moment to pay his respects to those before him. Bowing his head at the rows of shoes and belongings he’d organized, he apologized again before snatching a satchel. With the final locking of the basement door, Ace lets Deuce run up the stairs to search for their little sibling.

Allowing Ace to have free reign of the upper floor that had deceived them before. He was never considered a good kid but he hardly saw the appeal when he had no qualms about breaking whatever he couldn’t take.

“It almost makes this all worth it!”

Deuce, on the other hand, found you easily. The room had a distinct smell that almost made him feel safe. Going out on a limb he found his baby sibling curled up underneath a fluffy blanket. He easily tucked his arms underneath to carry them, he stopped to notice the spool of wool falling from their hand. Deuce put two and two together; smiling at the sleeping toddler in his arms.

“Thanks to you, (Y/n). We’ll all get to go home.”

The trip back was like a minor stroll. The original dangers of the forest were diminished to minor nuisances in comparison to the horrors they’d endured. Of course, the two still had other things to worry about when they did return home.

“What are we supposed to do about the step-lady?”

“Hm, I don’t know maybe we should push her into the oven too.”

Ace laughed and usually, Deuce would scold him for the macabre joke. But Deuce didn’t really consider that a joke nor was he completely against it. The brothers had plenty to think about as they each took turns holding their snoozing sibling.

It’s probably best they didn’t look back at the candy house.

For they might be filled with dread at force they awakened.

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kiyo-cant-write · 7 months ago

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Could I have request for first year? You can choose them. About reader inviting to go out with them? Anything, probably going to park or go to restaurant. I'm a sucker for romance.

inviting the first years on a date ✧･ﾟ

Hello anon! I am so sorry this took me so long. I write fics with every character/scenario so doing the whole set of first years was a lot of fics, a lot of words. I hope each one is good! I love the first years, especially my boys Epel, Ortho, and Deuce! ^^

Thank you for requesting and feel free to request again!!

Summary: The reader asks the first years to go on a date. Includes all first years for headcanons and scenarios. This means that it includes: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Ortho Shroud, and Sebek Zigvolt.

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, the reader is Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect, they/them pronouns used for the reader, the reader is also a first-year/frosh (implied ~16ish)

Guest Stars: Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud, Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia

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Ace Trappola

Ace agrees right off the bat. He doesn't bat an eye.

He's even a little miffed [Name] asked him first.

He was planning to ask [Name] out, you know!

But it doesn't matter, the date's happening either way :)

Ace suggests that he and [Name] sneak out.

Something about not wanting to deal with the housewardens.

Even if [Name] protests, Ace will insist on sneaking about.

It's not a good idea but Ace had it so... it's impulsive.

"Come on, [Nickname]," Ace whispered to [Name], "You're gonna get us caught. You want to go on a date or not?"

Trying to make as little sound as possible, Ace came back towards [Name] to help them untangle themself from an unfortunately placed bush that had snagged their clothing. He held an index finger to his lips as he shushed them once more.

He still couldn't believe they asked him out first. The gall.

"If you want to go out at night like this," he continued, "Then you need to get better at sneaking around. Want to get collared?"

"I'm not part of your dorm," [Name] whispered back.

"That doesn't save you anything."

[Name] was about to retort but paused to consider it.

"Yeah," they agreed with a laugh, you're right."

Ace sighed. They were going to make this difficult, huh? If they got caught then what was it all for. Caught before they could even go on the date? That's just... kind of sad.

"Shh! No laughing until we're away from the main building."

"Fine, fine," they agreed, "We'd better not get detention for this."

The last time they had gone with an "Ace Plan" it had caused a week's worth of detention for both of them. The professors did not take kindly to Ace's schemes. They seemed almost disappointed that [Name] was involved with it too, but that didn't spare [Name] from detention.

"Relax, you worry too much. What are you, Deuce?"

[Name] laughed again and Ace covered their mouth with his hand. They moved his hand away a second later to respond.

"I like to think I've got more guts than Deuce."

"Good, then act like it," Ace told them, leading them toward the school gates, "We're gonna have an adventure tonight."

[Name] gave Ace a look. What was he talking about? Going out to the city after dark was their idea for a date. Why was Ace talking big?

"Wasn't this date my idea?" they asked him.

"Yeah, but I can't let you upstage me all the time." Ace smiled at them as he spoke, "I'm gonna get you back for that tenfold."

"For what?"

"Doesn't matter," he responded, taking their hand in his, "Let's go!"

They really loved this guy, even if it meant all the detentions and magic-removing collars in the world. Smiling along with him, [Name] squeezed Ace's hand as they let him lead their way.

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Deuce Spade

Deuce swears in front of [Name].

"Holy shit."

And then he covers his mouth right after, begging to do it over.

He didn't mean to say it, it was just his instinctual thought!!

Deuce's brain is composed of a long list of curse words and a perpetual fear of being expelled from Night Raven (again).

He tells [Name] that he would be glad to go on a date with them.

Deuce confides that he hasn't been on a date before because of his past in which he thought he was too much of a "bad boy" for that.

He's oddly excited about the date, in a way that makes him seem younger than he already is at sixteen.

Unlike Ace (previous scenario), Deuce thinks that he should ask his upperclassman, so he seeks out Trey in the kitchen.

Deuce, face burning red, led [Name] by hand through the halls of Heartslabyul Dorm. They were headed toward the kitchen to find the bespectacled man who would (hopefully) grant them permission to go on their date. Or, that was about how Deuce explained it and [Name] was just in for the ride now that Deuce had apparently broken some kind of honor student's vow by swearing in front of them.

"Please tell me you're not asking for Trey-san's blessing."

"What?" Deuce turned to look at them, "No! We need to ask permission if we want to go into town."

"We're going into town?" [Name] asked him.

This was far more than they had planned. Deuce nodded. If they were going on a date, a real date, Deuce wanted it to count. And from all the varying media he had consumed in his young life... going on a date meant going into town and doing... Uh. Cute couple-y things.

"I want this to be perfect," Deuce confessed, clearly trying to be cool but failing due to the redness of his cheeks, "You know?"

[Name] nodded.

"Right, perfect, yeah," they agreed.

The two arrived at the doorway into the kitchen of Heartslabyul.

"Clover-senpai?" Deuce asked, poking his head in to see Trey at work mixing some kind of batter, "Do you have a minute?"

[Name] poked in after Deuce, smiling at the smell of sugar from Trey's baking. They hoped they might get some of whatever it was.

"Hm? A minute or two, sure," Trey offered, smiling as he looked toward them, "What's up?"

"Uh," Deuce began, "[Name] and I..."

"[Name] and you...?"

"We were wondering if we could go on a date?"

"I mean, that seems like your decision, not mine," Trey said, teasing the boy for his phrasing just a bit, "But I assume you mean going into town?"

"Ah. Yes!"

Deuce nodded, trying to hide the fact that the redness that had faded was back in full bloom. [Name] felt a bit bad for him and decided to help.

"We wanted to make sure it was alright to go off campus," [Name] added, "Don't want to break any rules. So we came to ask you."

Trey just laughed softly at the two of them.

"It's fine with me, I'll let Riddle know," he told Deuce and [Name], "I assume you'd rather not write the essay to him yourselves."

Deuce nodded once more, looking at [Name] and urging them to nod too. Writing an essay for Riddle was never a fun task. It took more time to write the stupid essay than to do the thing you were writing the essay about.

"Thank you, Clover-senpai," Deuce said, bowing to him.

"Mhm! Thanks, Trey!" [Name] agreed as they mimicked Deuce's action.

Trey smiled at the two underclassmen of his.

"Heh, you two have fun."

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Jack Howl

Jack is at a loss for words. [Name] wants to go on a date with him?

What is the protocol here?

Part of him wants to ask Leona as an upperclassman...

But then the other guys will laugh at him!!! :(

He nods slowly, face tinged a red slightly.

He agrees to the date and says it would be rude to say "no."

Despite the somewhat gruff answer, his tail is wagging.

If it's pointed out, he will flat-out deny it as it wags faster.

Jack would rather die than let the other guys tease him about his date but God does not favor dogboys today.

In the end though... Leona is a smart guy...

Jack wasn't sure what to do. What do you do when you're asked on a date by the person you like? Do you say "yes"? He wanted to panic, just a tad. This was beyond his typical day, not something that he was used to. Did he have anywhere to turn for advice?

He could ask Leona... No, then Ruggie would laugh at him.

The wolf sighed, composing himself as he turned back to [Name].

"Uh, sure. I'll go with you," he told them.

That wasn't what he wanted to say but that sure was what he said. He had wanted to seem happier about it but his tone wouldn't allow it. Jack found that it was hard to sound how he was feeling. How did the actors in those movies do it? He couldn't express how he was feeling, how could he do that with another person's feelings?

[Name] had just smiled and him and told him they were looking forward to it before they took their leave. What did he do now? Jack was sure there was more to this whole dating business...

But where to start...

"Leona-senpai," Jack said, finding himself in the botanical garden later that same day, "Do you think that people can understand you from a sentence?"

The lion was sleeping or rather he was trying to while Jack asked him questions. It was luck that Jack had been asked to fetch something from the garden for class.

"What?" Leona offered, opening an eye to look at Jack, "Jack, I have no idea what in the fuck you're on about."

"Do you think [Name] understood me?" Jack asked.

"I mean if they're still going on the date, probably," Leona said, closing his eyes with a sigh, "This is one of those things time will tell or whatever. Just go on the date and see what happens."

"You sure?"

"I am. So stop asking me how [Name] feels and get back to class. You need it."

Jack tried to ignore that obvious snub from a guy who was skipping most of his classes on any given day. But... Leona was right. He had to go on this date and see what became of his relationship with [Name] from there. "...Thanks."

"Whatever, can you go now?"

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Epel Felmier

Epel's first comment is that he would love to go on an outing.

He isn't embarrassed and doesn't think it's a "date" at first.

When [Name] clarifies that it is a date, Epel blushes.

"Ah? Well, if ya want to go somewhere with me, let's do it!"

Even though he feels a bit shy about it, he's still enthusiastic.

Depending on the outing, his energy may return during the date.

Epel thanks [Name] for giving him an out from Vil's makeup lessons. He didn't want to learn about blending properly today.

Mentioning his housewarden he realizes he'll need permission.

Epel asks [Name] if they will help him ask Rook about it.

Epel sighed softly as he came to the realization that as a first year, he would need permission to leave the campus for their date in the mountains. There were only two people to be asked: Housewarden Vil Schoenheit... Or Vice Housewarden Rook Hunt.

"Let's ask Rook-senpai," Epel told [Name], who nodded, "I don't think Vil-senpai would take kindly to me asking him to go into the mountains instead of learn a..."

Epel counted something on his fingers for a moment, hoping that [Name] couldn't see the redness on his cheeks that had yet to fade.

"A... 45-step makeup routine."

Epel looked disgusted at the prospect of the "lesson" and [Name] fought back the urge to laugh at the cute pout on the boy's face.

"That is a lot of steps," [Name] agreed, "Where is Rook-san?"

"Watching..." came Epel's answer, "He usually does the finding."

That was a true statement. Rook usually stumbled across Epel. The use of the phrase "stumble across" is largely for the sound of it as Rook always had eyes on Epel. It was an order from their Queen, after all. He couldn't allow himself to come across the lavender-haired boy by chance, Rook needed to keep a focus on his prey beloved underclassman.

"Hmm, so how do we find him?" [Name] asked which earned a sigh from Epel, "Epel?"

"ROOK-SENPAI! I HAVE A QUESTION!" Epel shouted into the front garden of Pomefiore.

From thin air, Rook Hunt appeared next to Epel and the boy nearly jumped out of his skin despite being the one who had called out to Rook. [Name] was so surprised their scream was silent as their hand flew to their chest in startlement.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Pommette!" Rook greeted with a grin.

"Hi..." Epel said after catching his breath, "Rook-senpai..."

"Did you need something?~" Rook asked, a knowing look crossing his features, "Or were you in need of our Queen, the most Beautiful Vil?"

"No, no! Just you is more than enough, I mean... I needed to ask you somethin' if you have time?" Epel said, the sentence only barely flowing properly.

He wanted to ask the question but his mind worked faster than his lips could parse. The resulting sentence left much to be desired.

"Oh?"

Rook awaited the question.

"I want to go into the mountains with [Name] this weekend," Epel said, "Do I have your, uhm, permission to do that?"

The blond seemed to ponder this for a moment as Epel stood there staring. It was all up to Rook if he was allowed to have his first relationship. He wanted to. Epel wanted this part of a school experience too...

But Vil might not approve, and Rook was loyal to him.

Epel glanced at [Name] for a moment.

Would they be angry if Rook made him say "no"?

"Ah, merveilleux!" Rook spoke, surprising both [Name] and Epel out of their personal thoughts, "Chase after love as I do, Epel!"

What?

Epel didn't know what that meant. Well, he thought it might be approval, but with Rook, one could never tell. So he asked.

"...Uhm. Is that a yes?"

"Oui."

Epel couldn't fight the urge and pumped his fist in the air before composing himself as quickly as he could. Vil didn't see that, Vil wouldn't know... Unless Rook told him. Worries for later.

"Well, I'll see you this weekend, [Name]," Epel told them with a laugh and a sweet smile, "Let's make this one count."

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Ortho Shroud

[Name] asks Ortho if he would like to see a movie.

Ortho says that he would love to go out with a friend.

He needs to ask his brother if he can go out with you.

[Name] makes a joke that if Ortho were older and perhaps not a robot/android it could be like a "date" for the two of them.

Ortho laughs and agrees that if it were Idia, it would be.

He knows about dates from Idia's visual novel collection and the internet (remember how he has access to the entire web?)

The two decide to prank Idia and tell him it IS a date.

Ortho argues that Idia needs to be surprised once in a while or he would just only play video games and hide in his dorm room.

Idia has a near heart attack over "Ortho's first date."

Ortho is unembarrassed by the question and excited to go!

He doesn't understand what might be embarrassing about an outing with the Prefect. It's not like it's a real date or anything.

Ortho laughed at [Name]'s baffled expression. They seemed shocked that he had agreed. Had they expected some other outcome?

"What? Did you expect me to say no?" the synthetic human asked them, coming just a bit closer, "I'll have you know I like spending time with you too! It's nice to have friends to go places with."

[Name] stuttered out stray sounds for a moment before they were able to phrase anything that was understandable language.

"I just thought you'd be busy since you're always with Idia-san."

"Hehe, my brother does keep me pretty busy," Ortho agreed before pausing, "Oh, that reminds me!"

[Name] looked at Ortho as he spoke.

"We need to ask my brother if I can go with you."

Ortho explained this as if it were obvious and [Name] supposed it was a natural source of events.

"Right now?"

In response to [Name]'s question, Ortho nodded.

"It would be best to do it sooner rather than later."

"Ah, alright!" [Name] replied.

They had expected Idia's consent would be somewhere in the steps it took to ask Ortho on an outing. Hopefully, this won't be too much of a hassle, they thought. The last thing they needed was more chaos.

"Follow me, [Full Name]-san!" Ortho cheered, floating off to guide [Name] from the hallway to the mirror that entered Ignihyde's dormitory.

It was a different kind of dorm, [Name] supposed. Ignihyde did not look anything like the other dorms. Though each dorm was unique, Ignihyde looked from a different time period with some of its elements. [Name] was used to it, though. This was not their first nor last time in this dormitory, however, it was their first time traveling to Idia and Ortho's bedroom.

Without knocking, Ortho opened the door. Before them was Idia Shroud dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants while he seemed to be typing one of the longest comments [Name] had ever seen (though they couldn't make out what it said).

"Nii-san!" Ortho called out, making Idia prickle, "I need to ask you something!"

"WHAT?" came a louder-than-normal exclamation from the blue-haired boy, "I mean... Oh, Ortho... Yeah?"

"[Full Name]-san asked me to go to a movie with them this weekend. Am I allowed to go with them?" Ortho asked with a smile, speaking as though it was the most basic question in the world.

In reality, it was a fairly simple question, but not for Idia. The Ignihyde Housewarden froze, feeling the shock of the comment strike him to his core. Idia lunged forward and took Ortho by the shoulders.

"They asked you out on a date?" Idia asked him.

"They want to go to the movies—"

Ortho did not get to finish his sentence.

"A DATE, ORTHO?" Idia continued, louder, ignoring [Name]'s presence intentionally or not as he put Sebek's typical volume to shame.

"We're going to the movies—"

Ortho once again did not get to finish his sentence.

"This is just like the new anime I've been watching, but you're so... You're too young to be experiencing a shoujo anime!"

"Nii-san..." Ortho tried to reason with his older brother.

"Idia-san..." [Name]'s tone mirrored Ortho's.

"Fine, fine. I can't, like, be the opposition. That would be so uncool of me if I were to ruin the interaction between the ML and his love interest," Idia decided.

In the end, Ortho and [Name] never did get to clarify the categorization of their outing with Idia. They supposed he would just get to think whatever it was he thought until it was out of his system.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek tries to refuse as he is "busy" with his work as a guard.

Malleus needs him, is his primary argument.

Sadly Malleus is quick to disprove this theory.

Sebek gawks as his master instructs him to participate in the human custom of a "date" to better his homeland.

Sebek is too offended at first to be embarrassed...

But then it sets in and his face is such a bright red it makes his hair look a bit silly with its green color.

He stutters and is unable to talk to [Name] for a minute or so.

He settles on nodding while this happens

In the end, he yells as per usual "OF COURSE I WILL ACCOMPANY YOU AS YOU CLEARLY NEED A GUARD."

Never a quiet moment with this one.

Sebek wasn't sure what to make of the words the human uttered. They wanted him to do what? That seemed highly inappropriate. Did he need to refuse this offer? He did think it was somewhat tempting, though. He did not hate this human. They were... not as irritating at the other humans at Night Raven College.

"Human," Sebek began, "I am afraid that I must refuse this invitation as I.. cannot forsake my role as a guard to Waka-sama."

He watched as their expression fell even if only slightly.

"Ah, alright then..." they managed to say before an awe-inspiring presence interrupted them.

"Sebek," Malleus spoke, his voice causing Sebek to straighten up more than he had been before the arrival of his master, "What is going on here, exactly?"

"W-Waka-sama," the halfling spoke, stuttering the first bit of his sentence from the surprise, "I was just alerting this human that I cannot leave your side for a... a 'date' of some kind."

Malleus raised an eyebrow.

So this was what it was about.

"And why can you not accompany this child of man?"

[Name] perked up at a mention of them as Sebek fumbled for an answer for the prince.

"Well, you see, I am your guard, after all..." he began, but Sebek soon fell silent under a piercing glare from Malleus.

"Sebek," the fae prince spoke in a low tone, "Will you do something for me?"

"Yes? Yes, of course, sir!"

"Guard this human on the date they have planned, this is imperative to Briar Valley."

Sebek's posture tensed even more at the order as he bowed to Malleus. [Name] stood there baffled by the sight of it all.

"AH! Of course, Waka-sama! Whatever you desire!"

Though Sebek did not notice it, [Name] could have sworn they saw Malleus smirk at the outcome. Had he done this with the intent to help them? They supposed they could always ask him about it later.

"So you can come with me?" [Name] asked Sebek a moment later.

"OF COURSE I WILL ACCOMPANY YOU AS YOU CLEARLY NEED A GUARD."

[Name] just laughed. The answer was... very Sebek.

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twisted-writing · 1 year ago

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To the point of exhaustion (part 2)

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For @naroshinozaki

Who asked: Could you please do the fainting trope, but with the vicedorm leaders?

Have a nice day and take care of yourself!!!

( ↀДↀ)✧

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POV: Third Person

Characters: Vice dorm leaders, Dire Crowley (mentioned), gender neutral!reader

Pairing: Vice dorm leaders x gender neutral!reader (separate)

Warnings: angst, mentions of being overworked, fainting, lack of sleep, Dire Crowley slander

Note: For this I’ve decided to exclude Ortho.

Word Count: 979

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It was yet another unbirthday party in Heartslabyul and Trey Clover, the dorm’s vice dorm leader would normally be enjoying the celebration with everyone else in the dorm but instead, he was in his bedroom cuddling with y/n.

“I’m sorry that you’re missing the unbirthday party because of me, Trey.”

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty more of them.” He assured them in a soft tone. “You just focus on getting the rest you need.”

They had confessed that they hadn’t been getting as much sleep, due to the headmaster and the way he piled more and more onto their plate and how overwhelming it was for them and how close they were to burning out.

And how all they wanted was just to sleep. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

And Trey had decided to give them that.

It was clear that the headmaster certainly wouldn’t.

“Don’t worry, Riddle assured that he’ll make sure that there’s something for us when you wake up.”

“Thank you, Trey. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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“…Ruggie?”

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

“Yeah. What time is it?”

Ruggie checked his phone briefly for the time. “It’s four p.m.”

“You let me sleep all day?!”

“Yes. You could hardly stand. You needed the rest.”

“But what about the lessons? The assignments I missed?”

“You can borrow my notes. As for the assignments, you don’t have to worry, Crewel and Trein will let you make them up.”

“But the headmaster…”

“He had to go one day without his free therapist. The world has come to an end.” Ruggie’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “He’ll live. I care more about you and your health and I know that you would be hungry when you woke up.” As if on cue, y/n’s stomach growled and Ruggie handed them the food he had come back with from the cafeteria. “The ghosts were more than happy to make this for you. Your favorite.”

The hyena felt his cheeks turn pink when suddenly kissed his lips. “What was that for?”

“That was thank you, for being the best boyfriend ever.”

“Yeah, well, I love you.”

“Love you more, Ruggie.”

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“Are you feeling better, my pearl?”

“Yes, I am, Jade.” It was currently after hours in the Mostro Lounge, the smooth jazz was playing softly and with the ambiance of the Lounge, it created the perfect atmosphere for y/n to relax. Especially after the week they had, no one deserved it more than them. “Thank you.”

When his pearl had arrived at the lounge, looking quite dead on their feet, as if they would faint at any moment, Jade wasted no time in leading y/n to their favorite seat in the lounge, he had gently coaxed the reason why they were so exhausted.

The headmaster, it seemed, did not know the meaning of restraint.

Jade would not hesitate to remind him.

“Of course.” He gave y/n one of his rare smiles, not the kind of smile that was used to intimidate, but the kind that gave him a softer appearance. “I would do anything for you.”

He would let Azul deal with that.

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“Thanks for letting me hide out in Scarabia, Jamil, and for letting me borrow your hoodie. I just needed some peace and quiet for once, you know?”

Out of everyone, Jamil knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed and under pressure. Being the vice dorm leader of Scarabia and having to watch over Kalim was not an easy thing. “Yeah, I get it. Trust me.” At least with Kalim, he allowed Jamil some time to himself and let him do things that would let him unwind.

Unlike the headmaster.

It was why y/n had made their way to Scarabia.

And it was during one of the rare times where Scarabia wasn’t having a party so they could spend time with Jamil, at Kalim’s assurance that everything was fine, and that today was a relaxation for everyone in the dorm anyway.

And if anyone needed to relax the most, it was y/n and Jamil.

“Don’t worry. We can just be lazy and not have to worry about anything.”

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Underneath the big tree in the woods behind Night Raven College, on a picnic blanket, y/n and Rook sat together, enjoying the breeze, the shade from the tree, and the occasional chirp from the birds as they flew overhead.

“How are you feeling, mon cher? Better?”

“Yes, I’m feeling better, Rook. Thank you. I really appreciate that you set this up for me.”

The vice dorm leader of Pomefiore kissed y/n’s hair. “Your health and safety matters most to me.”

“Vil doesn’t need you for anything?”

“Roi du Poison told me that we can take all the time we need. And I plan to spend the entire day spoiling you.”

Rook’s smile widened when y/n’s giggled reached his ears.

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Father, will y/n be all right?”

In Diasmonia’s lounge, y/n slept peacefully on the couch with the fire going in the fireplace. “Of course, Silver.” His smile was tight. “They’ll be fine.”

“The headmaster overworked them too much. Do you think he knows? Or that he just doesn’t care?”

Lilia was sure that it was both. “I’ll deal with him later. Right now, I’m going to make sure that y/n recovers.”

“You really love them, father.”

“With everything that I am.”

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kakuvibez · 5 months ago

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ଘ ♱ ˙ yandere one shot + quotes; Heartslabyul Dorm˙ ও

𐂯　 requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none 　𓈒

𓏵 fandom(s) ; Ever After High, Twisted Wonderland　𓈒

𐂯 fandom master list(s): master | specific　𓈒

𓏵 character(s); Riddle, Trey, Deuce, Ace, Cater, Maddie　𓈒

𐂯 outline; " so this can out of my mind one day I was like you know I should do it!"　𓈒

𓏵 warning(s) ; Yandere themes, obsessive behavior　𓈒 manipulation, possessiveness, stalking (implied)　𓈒 gaslighting (implied) 　𓈒

︵︵ ❛❛ Hey diddle, diddle! I have a riddle, from Madeline [Name] Hatter to you! Madeline [Name] is me, or Maddie [N/N] for short, but also for tall people too. ❜❜ . ও

Signature Spell: CAN DO,, Madeline [N] can do impossible things. These include acts such as somersaulting through walls and jumping off buildings without injuring herself, but the magic only works as long as she doesn't know it's impossible.

❛❛Aw... Op! It's tea time! I have to find Riddle to join me!❜❜

❛❛Madden up, people!❜❜

❛❛If the squirrel eats acorns, but never a steak, how much water fills up the lake? Whhh, Trey, that is not hat-tastic! ❜❜

❛❛Ha! Rule 256: You must invite a mouse with a hat to a tea party! Eh whattttt? Ace, you have no mouse! Don't worry Earl Grey will join you now up the clock!❜❜

❛❛Rule 45: must be followed by the cards! Come on Ace Deuce! ❜❜

"[N] this not okay..."

❛❛Yes I know! It's madding! I like it!❜❜

[N] blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the disorientation that enveloped her. The air was saturated with the intoxicating scent of blooming roses, sweet yet somewhat overwhelming. As her senses adjusted, she took in her surroundings: instead of the recognizable halls of Ever After High, she found herself in a grand, gothic-inspired school that seemed to have sprung from the pages of a twisted fairytale, with arched windows framed by intricate ironwork and stone gargoyles perched ominously on the rooftops.

The colors around her were vibrantly surreal, dominated by various shades of pink that seemed to glow under the soft, diffused light. She could see that the sky was a delicate blush, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. Maddie’s gaze wandered to her new dorm, which was nestled in an immaculately manicured garden. The garden itself was a testament to meticulous care, featuring rows upon rows of perfectly pruned roses in every imaginable hue, their petals glistening with morning dew. She felt a flutter of excitement as she hopped from one ornate flowerbed to another, marveling at the carefully crafted layout that seemed alive with magic and wonder. featuring rows upon rows of perfectly pruned roses in every imaginable hue, their petals glistening with morning dew. She felt a flutter of excitement as she hopped from one ornate flowerbed to another, marveling at the carefully crafted layout that seemed alive with magic and wonder.

"Welcome to Night Raven College," a voice, smooth as velvet, greeted her. She stopped looking over a short red-haired boy and said, "I am Riddle Rosehearts, prefect of Heartslabyul Dorm. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[N], ever the optimist, grinned. "Maddie [N], nice to meet you too! This place is… hat-tastic!"

Riddle's composure wavered. "Hat-tastic?"

"Yep!" [N] bounced on the balls of her feet. "Everything's so… pink! And those roses! They're practically screaming 'tea party'!"

Riddle asks. "Tea party? Oh yes, rule 367 must throw a tea party once mentioned by a guest! Let's go now. "

Riddle, initially horrified, found himself strangely drawn to [N]'s unconventional approach. Riddle, despite himself, found himself intrigued. This new student, with her madness energy and peculiar vocabulary, was unlike anyone he'd ever encountered. Her unwavering cheerfulness, her infectious laughter, and her uncanny ability to find joy in the most unexpected places began to chip away at his rigid personality.

❛❛Rule 332: you must bake a pie at 3:67 at the mirror to tea! ❜❜

Trey, initially wary of [N] 's seemingly reckless behavior, finds himself drawn to her infectious optimism and her genuine concern for others. He worries about her safety, constantly trying to anticipate and prevent any potential mishaps caused by her "CAN DO" signature magic. Trey became borders on possessiveness, as he strives to shield her from any harm, even if it means bending the rules slightly. ❛❛No no silly you said it wrong❜❜ huh no I believe that right ❛❛silly goose you forgot the part of-❜❜ shhh we talk about it next time ❛❛well you duck got to go❜❜

❛❛Rule 189: An ace card must dance with the caterpillar!❜❜

Ace, initially amused by [N]'s eccentric behavior and her ability to bend reality to her will, becomes increasingly fascinated by her. He finds himself drawn to her unpredictable nature, the thrill of the unknown that surrounds her. He enjoys pushing her boundaries, testing the limits of her "CAN DO" magic, all the while secretly hoping she'll never truly realize the dangers she's facing.

❛❛Rule 405: don't bring a cat to the tea❜❜

Deuce, ever the loyal troublemaker. He admires her unwavering spirit and her ability to accomplish seemingly impossible tasks. He sees her as an inspiration, someone who challenges him to be better, to strive for perfection. His admiration quickly turns into a quiet, protective devotion, as he vows to keep her safe from.

❛❛Rule 702: must pose to the cat with a tie! ❜❜

Cater, ever the social butterfly, is immediately drawn to [N]'s unique charm and the bizarre situations she inevitably finds herself in. He sees her as a walking, talking social media sensation, a goldmine of content for his Magicam. He subtly manipulates situations, using his "Mirror Magic" to frame [N] in the most dramatic and attention-grabbing ways, often disregarding her true feelings. Cater's influence gives the other Heartslabyul members another avenue to monitor and control [N]'s actions. They can use his Magicam posts to track her movements, analyze her behavior, and ensure she remains within their sphere of influence.

More?,,

Comment if you think I could make it better for the character's personality or anything!

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #ever after high reader #ever after high #heartslabyul #heartslaybul x reader #yandere heartslabyul dorm x reader #maddie reader #yandere heartslabyul dorm #kakuvibez #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola

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twstgarden · 1 year ago

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❁ ❝ 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 ❞

━ twisted wonderland cast (night raven college only) and gn! student! reader (f/n means first name, n/n means nickname, reader is not yuu) ━ you are celebrating the anniversary of the prestigious academy with your fellow schoolmates.

slight (?) spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc!

do not steal or translate without my permission.

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march 18th.

the anniversary date of night raven college. as a student of this prestigious academy, you naturally had to celebrate with your fellow students. receiving an invitation from ramshackle, you decided to join them in the festivities.

the staff arrived there first, and even asked grim to cook up some meals for the party. of course, yuu thought they were exempted from this task until grim dragged them to the kitchen. you walked around the previously abandoned dormitory, eyeing the purple, black, white, and muted gold balloons, and the other decorations.

some time has passed and grim came out of the dormitory, wearing a chef outfit with a grin on his face, “done!” yuu, on the other hand, sighed before smiling a little, seemingly a little exhausted from all the cooking. to be fair, only the two of them were cooking up the feast and it isn’t exactly easy with a companion who has paws for hands.

a soft chuckle left your lips as you crossed your arms, “well, well, you seem proud, grim.”

“of course! no task is too hard for the great grim-sama!” exclaimed grim before rushing to the tables with yuu in tow as they placed the cooked meals in a presentable manner. with a smile, the headmaster clapped his hands together as he spoke, “wonderful! this is a great way to develop your culinary skills! aren’t i so kind?”

trein sighed at crowley’s remark while crewel stepped forward as he eyed the dishes, “it’s best not to overwork these two pups from ramshackle, headmaster crowley.”

“this calls for a picture!” spoke sam as he glanced at you with a smile, “little imp, will you kindly take a picture of us?” yuu handed the ghost camera to you as soon as you nodded, bringing the camera up to your face as you aimed it towards the staff members.

“okay! ready…”

they immediately lined up and posed together with grim settled on crowley’s shoulder with a big smile on his face, holding his paws out to put up the number 4, and the rest of the staff did the same.

“happy 4th anniversary!”

click!

after the satisfaction of taking a photo, you handed the camera back to yuu and proceeded to enjoy the rest of the day. it did not take long until the rest of the students came by and you found yourself enjoying a drink by the snacks table. a pair of footsteps suddenly caught your attention as you sipped on your drink before taking a glance at your side, seeing ace and deuce approaching you.

“heya, n/n! why are you standing there all alone? come!” spoke ace as he linked his arm around yours and dragged you to where the rest of the first years stood, “have you tried the food? the fudge brownies taste soooo good!”

the moment you stood before the banquet table, epel nudged your arm and pointed at the dessert section, “i saw some tasty treats over there and yuu told me the one i tasted was called kolaches. you should try it!”

the first years proceed to try and feed you every single food on the banquet table as they munched on their chosen treats. even sebek was asking you to try the green apple cucumber smoothie, while jack asked you to try the creamy macaroni salad.

after miraculously getting away from the first years attempting to overfeed you, you bumped into riddle and immediately apologised, “oh! i’m so sorry, riddle.” he shrugged you off and smiled, “no matter. you seem a little dazed, however.” his revelation made you awkwardly laugh a little, “i kinda snacked a little too much….”

“oh dear, it seems our little angelfish is full from all that snacks.”

riddle sighed as soon as he heard that voice, and you turned around to see azul standing there with a smile, the twins on either side of him as they both also held grins on their faces. it was a slightly chilling sight, but you have grown accustomed to it by this time.

“hello, octavinelle,” you greeted as you smiled at them. “we should go for a walk,” spoke riddle as he held your wrist in an attempt to drag you away from the trio. however, they decided to trail behind the both of you. riddle glanced from behind, realising they were following along.

you, on the other hand, did not really mind.

“f/n~!”

a familiar call of your name caused you to pause in your tracks as you saw ruggie approaching you, “where are you going? shishishi, i thought we were going to start packing food for leftovers.”

“ah, right. we can do that later. the rest of the students are still eating,” you replied, causing ruggie to sulk a little. “what if they end up clearing the banquet?! i’m really looking forward to having the spicy meatballs as tomorrow’s lunch, y’know?” spoke ruggie as he clasped his hands together.

before you could reply back, another voice chirped into your conversation.

“do you want more food? we can always share!”

really, what’s with everyone and interrupting conversations today?

you turned to see kalim and jamil as the former waved at you enthusiastically. riddle’s grip on your wrist loosened a little as he remained standing beside you, while the octavinelle trio remained smiling.

“wait, for real?” questioned ruggie, causing jamil to shake his head only to be interrupted by kalim.

“yeah! the more food the better, right?”

you looked at ruggie with a snicker as you patted his back, “well, you won’t have to worry about tomorrow’s lunch. if there’s any leftovers, we can start packing.” with a smile, ruggie nodded and proceeded to walk around the ramshackle dormitory with you and the rest of the second years in tow.

after your walk with the second years, you got back to sipping on your beverage by the entrance, standing beside the balloons as you eyed the rest of the students enjoying their time. with another sip, you saw grim trying to sneak his paw into deuce’s plate and no one seemed to notice his little food thievery. another sip and you saw jamil staring at the dates with a perplexed expression before it morphed back into a blank one. one more sip and you saw malleus standing beside you.

wait, what?

your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the presence of the diasomnia dormitory leader. it was a good thing your glass did not drop to the grass. malleus seemed to notice your surprise as he smiled and apologised, “oh. my apologies. i did not mean to frighten you.”

once you calmed down a little, you smiled at him, “no worries, i was a little too focused on observing everyone else that i did not notice your approach.” malleus merely hummed in response as he, too, looked at the same group of people you were currently eyeing – the third years.

lilia was having a drink with idia as vil approached the two and proceeded to have a conversation. leona was nearby, holding a plate of honey-glazed meatballs and party franks with rook eyeing him at a distance – well, that was odd. on the other hand, trey was holding a glass of cocktail with cater holding up a selfie stick and taking a picture with him.

“lilia seems to be enjoying his beverage a lot,” remarked malleus as he noticed lilia pouring another glass for himself in the middle of his conversation with idia and vil – or vil, with idia panicking to himself due to the social interaction.

“and rook seems to be sneaking on leona,” you added, causing malleus to take a quick glance at the aforementioned individuals with a snicker. you glanced at him and chuckled, “hey now, it’s not funny.”

“yes, but do you see the way kingscholar avoids hunt’s advances? i find it amusing,” replied malleus. you decided to focus on the two of them and realised leona was purposely trying to lose rook in the crowd, only for the latter to find him again.

you blinked and mumbled, “do you think rook just wants to have a conversation with him?”

malleus stayed silent for a moment, “…a conversation would be the possible choice, but the topic of said conversation may appear to be quite threatening.” you hummed in reply, aware of rook’s antics with non-human students, so it isn’t a surprise if malleus had his own experiences as well.

“my my, it seems the two of you are quite busy with student observations.”

you and malleus were fixated on leona and rook that you did not notice lilia standing beside you with a smile on his face. malleus seemed as if he had expected that, however. you smiled and waved at lilia, “oh, hello.”

“are you enjoying the party, little bat?” asked lilia as he sipped on his tomato juice, which made sense why he refilled his glass over and over again. you nodded, sipping on your own beverage, “quite so. i have tasted every dish that is being served, thanks to the first years.”

a soft laugh left lilia’s lips as he replied, “right! i did see sebek trying to coerce you into drinking the smoothie.”

“i have not seen silver around, though,” you added as you looked around, causing malleus and lilia to glance around the entrance as well. “could he have fallen asleep somewhere?” asked malleus.

“i suppose i know where he is. come,” spoke lilia as he started walking towards ramshackle’s backyard with you and malleus in tow. as soon as you arrived to the backyard, you noticed a figure leaning by the tree, wearing diasomnia’s uniform as a few birds surrounded the said figure.

“there he is!” exclaimed lilia like a parent overjoyed at the sight of his child. you approached the dozing figure as malleus spoke, “i suppose the tree is quite comfortable to rest on.” hearing malleus’ voice made silver flutter his eyes open before he stood up straight, “ah! s-sorry, i did not realise i had fallen asleep…”

“why are you standing here? join the party! there’s lots of snacks you can eat,” spoke lilia as he grabbed silver’s hand. the latter hummed a little before glancing at you, “ah… n/n…” malleus glanced back at the banquet table before looking back at silver, “come, silver. let’s indulge ourselves.”

“yes, malleus-sama,” replied silver as he quickly walked beside malleus, both heading to the table and plating their chosen meals. you and lilia were left by the tree in the backyard, smiling at the sight of everyone enjoying the party with no worries in the world, stuffing themselves and laughing with their friends.

lilia eyed malleus and silver with a relieved smile, “…well, i’m very happy.”

“hm?” you turned your head to look at lilia with a puzzled expression, “oh… well, the atmosphere of this anniversary party is quite light-hearted, it makes me happy too.” lilia merely smiled, his eyes still on malleus and silver picking some food with sebek joining them and pointing at the meals they need to try.

“yes, and… i’m happy they’ve reassured me they can take care of themselves now…” mumbled lilia, causing you to blink as you did not know what he meant or what he was hinting at. nonetheless, you smiled and patted his back as he laughed a little, “happy 4th anniversary to our prestigious academy~!”

“mhm, happy 4th anniversary.”

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head-shoulders-knees-pain · 10 months ago

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Just a mini blurb of Trey taking care of sick!reader

Inspired and dedicated to:

@twistedlovelines

@luna-the-moth

“This shucks.” I barely huff out before I cough.

A warm laugh fills my ears enough to satisfy me temporarily.

“I’m sure it does, but you’ve handled worse than a cold. You’ll get through this too, dear.” Trey tells me as he continues to read the bottle of medicine he holds.

I sniff, embarrassed by how snotty it sounds but I can’t help it. It’s either that or don’t breathe…despite how tempering the later is right now, I just know it’d only worry Trey more and this is already more than enough.

“…’m sorry”

Trey looks up, his eyebrows furrowed. “What are you apologizing for? It’s part of my job as your boyfriend to take care of you.”

I shake my head, feeling more emotional with the fog in my head permeating my thoughts. “You already do so much. I want to help carry your load, not add to it by being a burden.”

His eyes light in understanding but the corner of his lips lower, “Oh honey, you’d never be a burden to me. While I’m not happy you’re sick, I’m actually glad that I can take care of you like this.”

I look up at him, “Really?”

He smiles softly before cupping my cheek, “Absolutely, think of it as practice for in sickness or heath.”

My cheeks burn as I lean into his palm. “If you’re sure…”

He leans forward and pecks my forehead before pulling away, “I’m certain. You just focus on feeling better.”

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst x reader #trey clover #Trey clover x reader #Twst trey x reader #twst trey #twisted wonderland x reader #gn reader #x reader #reader insert #sick reader #sickfic #gender neutral reader

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kalims · 1 year ago

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⊹ㅤattractive things they do | heartslabyul

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, and deuce.

content. gender neutral reader as always

note. fun fact: was scrolling thru my really, really old drafts and saw this. so I decided to just finish it cause why not. (this been rotting there for like a year and a half lmao)

I have about, 14 in my to do list haha. im doing them at random but trying to squeeze in writing at the crack of the night

perhaps he isn't aware of what he's doing exactly but riddle nods every once in a while during a conversation with you. that alone wouldn't have striken something in you if he wasn't intent on looking in your eyes every, damn, time! when you started to notice whatever habit it was it honestly got you skipping words mid sentence. eye to eye contact was something he thought was basic etiquette, hence his lack of care about it. there's something nice about his undivided attention focused, and probably soaking up whatever you had to say. if that wasn't enough him remembering every single thing you mention to him definitely did the trick..

everything, coughs. if i had to narrow it down probably the fact that trey quite literally looms over your shoulder to take a look at whatever you're doing. it doesn't matter whether you're tall, if you're sitting down that's what he's doing. if you had a penny you'd bet that he knows exactly what he's doing from the small smirk he does right after you jolt. you could smell his cologne, his skin over yours and you don't know if you want to screech into the void or throw yourself out of the window. you're as still as a statue, refusing to look up at him or else you're gonna get more down bad than you already are.

some might have contrary opinions but we all love an affectionate guy who isn't afraid to show it. caters just the type to bound up to you and attach himself like a magnet or something. it's funny cause you could be talking to your friends or something and he just bounds up behind you and encases you in a hug. sometimes when he's the one in a conversation he's pulling you over like he needs an emotional support item. literally whenever you're in reach, he's putting his arms to good use. you will not escape I guess.

for someone who claims to be a major hater to certain things considered weird in his book, affection included. ace does it a lot. he somehow always gravitates towards you, it doesn't matter if deuce is walking beside you he's gonna literally bump the guy away with his shoulder (one time into a bush.) a thing he likes to do though, is an arm over your shoulders like you're buddy buddies, which you technically are. just kinda out of character for a guy like him to pull you close so suddenly—and he's semi-aware of it.

looks away really fast when he gets flustered. it's really obvious that you got him, with whatever you've done. a cute thing deuce has done is laying face down in his desk at record speed just because you managed to make him embarrassed, in a good way! if you peeked through the gap under him you'd see his red face. if he can't hide his face from you, as in you keep tryna peek at it when he looks away he's literally just gonna use his hands to cover it. (although his likely response is to just sputter some excuse and dip.)

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #deuce spade x reader #deuce x reader #gender neutral reader #also i stared at this and debated whether or not to post cause i was honestly shitting myself

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urmanzack · 1 year ago

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head canons of heartslabyul boys having a crush on a gender neutral reader?

Heartslabyul boys crushing on you

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Summary: Short head canons on what they'd be like if they had a crush on you Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Riddle, Trey, Deuce, Ace, Cater Warnings: None! A/N: zero clue how to write trey

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Riddle 🌹

- poor boy

- he'd be SO nervous around you, but at the same time try to look like the cool house warden he is

- ace teases him way too much, whispering and elbowing him obviously whenever you walk by, or straight up waving you over

- trey, on the other hand, would gently encourage him; try to get him to learn about your favourite things

- it’d take a little bit, but if you hadn’t already he would talk to you probably after class, and offer to study with you to get your grades up even if theyre already great

- he absolutely melts at your praise

- riddle just thinks you’re the sun, you’re so gorgeous to him

- definitely stares, and blushes if you notice while hes obviously admiring you

Ace 💖

- ace has been in a relationship in the past (his middle school girlfriend NO IM NOT MAKING THAT UP HE FR GHOSTED HER), but when it comes to you? it’s so much more complicated

- will go on and on to deuce about how much he likes you and why

- tries to be really confident around you to get your attention

- the type of dude to do idiotic things in front of his crush and fall on his ass

- terrified of what you think of him, do you think he’s annoying? cocky?

- will bite someone's head off if they say anything bad about you, even in casual conversation. you know he likes you if he gets annoyed instead of joking about it

- you would have to be friends with deuce, the 3 of you would most likely hang out together

- but on some days you sit with ace under a tree, having your own little picnic

Deuce ♠

- mamas boy

- does his best!

- tries to avoid you finding out he was a delinquent during school, he doesn’t want you to think he’d be a bad boyfriend

- similar to ace, you’d have to get along

- now and then he makes dumb jokes to try to get you to smile

- definitely someone who pines (pining is when you think the other person doesn’t feel the same way)

- befriends you first, friends to lovers fashion

- then would ask you out real casually

- literally loves you so much

- writes letters to his mom about you

Cater ♦

- there’s no way this man hasn’t been in a relationship before, he’s so social!

- he flirts with you 24/7, but it’s hard to tell if he’s joking around or if he actually means it

- likes all of your social media posts, and definitely would stalk your account to see what you’ve been up to

- not afraid to talk to you at all, one day he might come up behind you, wrap his arm around your shoulder and start making conversation as if you’re the best of friends

- very good at hiding he likes you

- but tries to make it obvious

- if you’re oblivious and don't get the hint… he’d just ask you out

- adores taking photos with you

- matching profile pictures, phone cases, bios, you name it

Trey 🍀

- he’s not an obvious flirt, but he’s not shy either

- trey most likely compliments you often, being really casual and calm

- he wants to make a good impression

- “You didn’t eat breakfast? Here, have some candied violets, they’re my favourite.”

- always wishes you a goodnight's sleep and says good morning

- a worry bug if you're late to class

#head canons #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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yichi-is-a-bitch · 11 months ago

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TWST Incorrect quote #29

MC: "Based on statistical evidence, I think I'm immortal"

Trey: "Why?"

MC: "I haven't died yet"

Trey: "That's... not how that works"

Ace: *behind them* "Have you seen the shit they do? That bitch just won't die"

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riemoi · 11 months ago

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twisted wonderland Royalty Au

I got bored and wrote this, I might write more on this idea. idk yet.

Tw: this yandere, cringey, I can't write, long,

reader has no gender

Heartslabyul characters, SavannaClaw

summary - you royalty of a nation that each year holds a festival for all to come and enjoy. As more guests arrive, the more people want your love. but what about the people that aren't guests that want your love?

Trey Clover --- Chef

Trey. You've known him since you were a little kid. Even though Trey was a commoner that worked at the local bakery his family owned. You met him at the age of eight. You were at a fair. The massive crowd, the blinding lights of the entertainment, and the overwhelming smell of all the different foods made even a tiny kid like yourself sit on a bench to take a break from it all.The queen and king were talking to others nearby. Eventually they left without you noticing–running around and around in a panic until exhaustion caused you to sit on a new bench. Looking at the ground on the verge of tears. After a while a cupcake came into view. Staring at it, the person gestured for you to take it– you immediately started eating it. You looked up after hearing a chuckle and saw the person that gave you the cupcake. It was Trey. The days following you visited the family bakery.

It came as a surprise at first when you decided to show up to the bakery. He came to like seeing you come over each day and his parents didn’t mind because it boosted sales. Over time Trey would fall in love. One sentence stuck with him over the years of your guy's friendship–when you said you wanted his food all the time. Trey laughed when he first heard you say that but He liked that idea—no he loved that idea. You only eat his cooking for the rest of your life. Oh, he can just imagine it! Him as your husband cooking all your meals and taking care of you. While you run the kingdom. It was a fantasy he dwell upon often. Trey thought everything was going well you visited everyday, business was going well for his parents. All he had to do was wait and eventually you’d be his. Until that day. The day you brought that Red-head, for some reason that was the first time he realized he’s not the only man in your life. That day was the one he decided he needed to work harder. On to present day, Trey’s your personal chef and even with all the time that's passed some things never change. Like how Trey wants to be the only one to cook you food to the point that he can get almost as red as Riddle when he finds that you ate something that he did not make.

Riddle Roseheart --- Nobleman

Speaking of Riddle. He has been in your life since you were a fetus. You wouldn’t be surprised if your parents told you he was born in the castle. Because his mother is the royal doctor he lives in the palace. You were the only person that his mother allowed to be with. So naturally, Riddle’s always been clingy but a weird clingy, when you were kids he would just either hold your hand or hug your arm but as you guys got older he just walks behind you and any touch you make turns him into a blushing mess. In an attempt for him to make a new friend you brought him with you to the Clover baker, it failed. Both him and Trey had an awkward tension between themself and the only thing Riddle seemed to make friends with was the strawberry tart.

Riddle is as strict with you as he is with himself. Having this Red-head attached to your hip over the years had both pros and cons. You know more than you think you would have if you didn’t have his gray eyes staring you down every time you two studied, you also have a walking wikipedia with you almost all the time even if he scolds you every time you don’t know something. Even so you walk on eggshells—not as much now since you've gotten used to the Rules. But the rules of the long-dead Red queen follow your ghost in the form of Riddle. You don’t know if it's because your higher rank than him or you two are close but at least the worst you got was a slap from him for breaking a rule unlike the workers.

Riddle spends most of his time studying in the library; he would occasionally pick up books with the friends to lovers trope. Imagining it was you and him—hopefully soon he wouldn’t have to imagine. Riddle at first was happy he finally got to be with another person instead of spending all day studying. It was just a child not wanting to lose that friend but it turned into what he could only call love. Riddle wishes he could go back to holding your hand and clinging to you however it's not just improper of someone his age but just a brush against your hand has him red. Riddle saw it in a research paper once, the more people spend together the likelihood of them falling in love is higher. (So as he has been in your life since forever he has the highest chance of being with you, especially if the person trying to steal your love is a disaster of servant…Wait why are you laughing with him!? Don’t you see your future husband right here waiting for you? No, don't act all worried for me now–asking what happened. You know why I’m red! You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You know what we're leaving.)

Deuce Spade --- Servant

You only meant Deuce a few weeks ago, he is a newbie trying to become a knight. As per rules of your kingdom knights must serve six months as a worker in the castle first. It seems he chose to be a cleaner, your first run in with him was when you slipped on the soapy water he spelt on the ground while trying to clean the windows. To say he freaked out is an understatement. Deuce squeaked out apologies in between voice cracks all the while trying to help you up—only to then fall just like you. With a laugh you asked his name. Which ceases his panic for a little until he throws his head on the ground in a bow getting his hair soaking wet pleading for you not to report the accident to Riddle or Trey. A long minute later you calmed down and his name. You occasionally see him around in which you wave and sometimes talk to him. You eventually learn the reason he’s here is because he wants to make up for the past and make his mom proud while also bringing home money.

Deuce felt hurt though perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that you don’t remember him, it gave a start over with you. He didn’t tell you the true truth about why he’s working to be a knight, of course what he did tell you was true, it's not the main reason he chose to be a knight. In your kingdom, when a kid does minor offenses they're sent to help the workers throughout the castle. With things such as cleaning the outside and inside walls, working with the animals either with feeding or cleaning, lastly carrying heavy stuff to a designated place. Deuce was treated a little differently than the rest as he was to help with training the knights aka he liked getting into fights so why not the strongest people in the nation?) Or he was sent to clean inside in which he was under the eye of the head maid. He got sent to you for a punishment after he stole one of the horses riding it around until he got mud on you. He would call it love at first sight, even if you were covered in mud he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. You lightened up his entire life. That day you just sent him home saying you didn’t want to see him again, in spite of that he wanted you in his sight all the time so he got in more trouble just so he could see you. He didn’t care if he got scolded, had to clean, or got injured as long as he got to see you. That was until he saw his mom cry, it made him rethink everything. He had to stop. But then what about you? Well he could see you during public events…right? No, that's not enough. You were his favorite drug. It took a lot of thinking to get to where he is today, you were getting dragged away by Riddle, he still couldn’t wrap his head around How Riddle got that red and still was okay. Even though Deuce was upset he knew he had no control over what Riddle could do. That being said at least he got to see the love of his life before having to deal with his roommate.

Ace Trappola --- Servant

You only met the bloody foul a week ago, yet you interacted with him a lot more than Deuce. Mainly because he keeps getting in trouble–in fact your first meeting with him was because he got in trouble. The head maid got sick so you were put in charge of selecting punishments for workers that get in trouble. Ace somehow cracked a statue, you originally were going to give him half of what his final punishment but his cocky unremorseful face pissed you off so you give him the punishment of cleaning 100 windows in which he made his roommate do. Each punishment was met with either a badly done job or none at all. One of these punishments consisted of him brushing the new horse’s hair—which would be hard as the horse doesn’t like being touched.) When you went to check the horse stalls he was nowhere to be seen and the job was not done either, you spotted him under a nearby tree sleeping. You didn't do anything too harsh, just made him smell bad, not your fault it got in his mouth.

When Ace heard the new punishment you gave him, he laughed. Ace found it hilarious that you keep trying to get him to do something. As he made his way down to the tree near the horse area he was quick to fall asleep—and just as quick to wake up. It smelt bad, something was poured on him and more so it got in his mouth. That day Ace woke up to two things; You and horse shit. Every punishment from then on came with you glaring at him until he got the job done perfectly. Jokes on you through Ace liked that.

Ace finally got to spend time with you and Mr strict-ass and cook couldn’t say anything. Ace would purposely go slower or act like he didn’t know what he was doing in-till you have to teach him by doing it yourself. Of course he gets himself in more trouble to spend more time with you and Of course once you two get together— once he's sure he has you.) He’ll actually listen to you and do the job right. You guys could also be partners in crime. Oh doesn’t that sound like heaven! He bets you can’t wait just like him.

He is so caught up in his mind that he doesn’t notice someone dragging you away.

Cater Diamond --- Nobleman/ family Friend

Cater, oh Cater. He was the Bane of everyone's existence. Cater Diamond was a person that knew how to get you at his side and keep you there without force.

You met him when you were nine, he’s the son of your father’s best friend, a grand duke. Cater was a new light in your life to say the least, he spent time not focusing on proper or studying but having fun instead. To many in the noble rank he was a breath of fresh air. Most would despise how he acted and talked instead though he became the chill friend to everyone—well almost everyone. You were drawn to him because each time it would be something new. Cater wasn't clingy and sad like Riddle nor overly calm and careful like Trey. he just did whatever, whenever.

Cater really only hung out with you as a way to get away from his sisters, you were kind of boring in all honesty. He did kind of like the control he had over you unlike his mother and sisters he could basically tell you to do this or that and you do it in a heartbeat. One thing that did annoy Cater to no end was that damn shortie that kept trying to take you away from him and even had the nerve to act as though it was him taking you away. Cater and Riddle would fight like Crazy around you about who gets to hangout with you. When you suggested you all play together that act as if you were crazy, so for a while when they started fighting you would go to Trey. When that didn’t work you went with when Riddle was busy studying then you would hang out with Cater and vice versa. Cater would afton be at castle—not even to play with you he just did god knows what.) No more than a few years later would that change, The older you two got the less time you had together. And Oh, Cater did not like that one bit. Mainly because over the time you two were away from each other he realized how much he actually cared for you and how much others care for you.

When Cater does come by the castle he expects you to spend every second with him and he hates it when you don’t. Even to the present day, Cater refuses to see that he doesn’t have you wrapped around his finger anymore even more so how much the roles changed.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #I regret everything #wtf did I do to Ace #jclhiuskbdbsxlsbhodldios odcdsnbuedigwsahoi #newbie writer #also I'm a dumbass #heartslabyul #x reader #gender neutral reader #Riddle #Trey #Ace #Deuce #twst #Cater

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