mshroom1e

[mshroom1e]

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riddle rosehearts ⇌ gn! reader

"suddenly I woke up in the villain's body."

1.5k words

tag(s): body swap, silly activities, kinda a crackfic, platonic, i hope he isnt too ooc, reader is yuu

warnings: none

Suddenly, he wakes up and sees Grim sleeping in his bed and like, attempting to bite his toenails off in his sleep.

Lord help him

He’s screaming, crying, throwing up, confused, terrified, and did I mention screaming?

He then wonders how the heck the little ankle biter got into his room.

That’s followed by registering his surroundings and looking at his clothes, only to see he’s not sleeping in his Victorian style Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown as he’s used to.

Once he takes a look at the mirror at the end of the bed, and your face staring back at him, he lets out the most violent, blood curdling screech.

Forgive him for being jump scared by your face, but what the heck?

His remix of confused screaming is broken once he realises he’s pulled Grim out of his sleep.

The little blue eyed cat stares at him? Yuu? (haha) in half-asleep annoyance.

He won’t tell you but, at first, he was worried you were having a nightmare.

That all fades away once he sees the eerily Riddle-like expression moulded on your face.

Riddle explains the whole situation to Grim who looks at him like he’s crazy.

That quickly changes, though, because the way Riddle threatens to collar him for laughing at his expense, he can tell that the ginger means business

+4000 aura points to Riddle for being able to be recognised even in a different body thanks to his natural sigma energy /j

Grim guides Riddle through your morning routine, trying to make it not as obvious that your mortal body has been possessed by another person once they reach campus.

This also means that Riddle is going to have to attend your classes as you, so that things can operate as normally as possible for the meantime.

It takes the strangely formulated Riddle-Grim duo to realise- you’re probably currently living in Riddle’s body.

Riddle screams again.

Over in Heartslabyul, the students can see their dorm leader is acting a little strange.

They’ve all learned that Riddle’s turned a new leaf and is trying to be less uptight with his enforcement of the Queen of Hearts’ rules, but this was just…

Odd.

From their POV, Riddle’s been looking strangely lost and staring into space with an expression that suggests no thought behind his eyes.

Maybe their dorm leader just had a rough night.

To make things even stranger, Riddle’s school uniform during breakfast time looks nowhere as pristine as it usually does. There are visible wrinkles, the way he usually ties his tie looks crooked, and his socks peeking out from under his trousers are mismatched.

It’s not your fault that Riddle’s room is so sickeningly organised that you can’t find anything if you don’t already know it’s designated spots.

Trey being Trey is the first to know about Riddle’s odd behaviour the moment he sees you walk out of Riddle’s room with your posture resembling a fishhook.

At first, he thought his childhood friend just didn’t sleep well, or that he woke up feeling sick.

This excuse shattered once he saw you put three cubes of sugar into your morning tea instead of the spoon of honey Riddle usually added to his brew.

This wasn't Riddle.

He had an idea. Body swaps were a common trope in fiction, but surely there was silver of a a chance it could reflect reality.

Just to confirm his suspicions, he asks you things that Riddle knows in order to gage your response.

To start, Trey asks what you thought of his cherry tart the night before, and you replied “It was good,” absentmindedly as you began to trudge in the opposite direction with your not-Riddle cup of tea.

Aha. Trey baked a chestnut tart last night, not a cherry one.

Magic accidents weren’t uncommon in the world you lived in and swapping bodies wasn’t as strange as one would imagine.

Trey’s next task was figuring out who exactly Riddle swapped bodies with.

His mind instantly thought about you, the Ramshackle prefect. It wouldn’t be surprising thanks to the silly accidents you always found yourself in.

When you’re backed into a corner and Trey approaches you menacingly with his glasses glinting eerily in the dimly lit corridor, you fight the urge to shriek.

He promises he didn’t mean to look scary, he just wanted to talk to you in private.

Trey asks who you are and you instantly sag with relief as you’re able to say everything that’s happened to you in the span of the morning without making Riddle look like an absolute madman.

He nods in understanding and he’s here to help you sort out your hair and uniform so you can appear more Riddle-like.

On campus, Trey is guiding you to Riddle’s first class as you try to make sense of the dorm leader’s hefty schedule. You feel like you have to assign each eye to a separate part of the paper so you could even slightly retain the information in front of you.

Over at the first years’ side of this predicament, Riddle already has your schedule for the rest of the week memorised.

He’s slowly but surely accepted his current fate and just tries his best to learn while residing in your place.

He doesn’t waste this opportunity and decides to use the first year classes as a recap for the work he did the previous year.

what a sigma (brainrot content has melted my brain)

Riddle is sensible, and you have the support from Trey. Nothing much else out of the ordinary occurs during the morning.

The start of lunchtime is jarring, to put it simply.

It’s odd seeing your own body stomping towards you like you’re about to interrogate yourself NCIS style.

Grim decides to use 100% his brain for once and by some miracle, is able to divert the rest of the first year group from sitting with you and Riddle. You and yourself? Riddle and Riddle?

Anyway, when you both sit down, the questions begin.

You both converse about every detail of what you did for the whole day.

Riddle looks offended at your careful questions though, since he believes he’s more than capable of maintaining your life while being you, which is unlike what you're suggesting.

Deep down, you can only hope he didn’t set some sort of academic high score for you when doing your assignments and your teachers wouldn’t be disappointed to see you performing like usual once you were back in your body.

Similarly, but on the other end of the spectrum Riddle hopes you didn’t demolish his grades.

He’s pretty considerate during the whole ordeal, understanding that you’re just as confused as he is.

He isn’t trying to brag or anything, but also knows how stressful his own life can be at times and for someone who isn’t used to it, it must be difficult to keep up.

Being you is difficult in its own way too. (especially when you're as magically gifted as a crayon. Thanks, Ace.)

After sharing tips on how to help each other survive during the day, afternoon classes run quite smoothly and the day ends without a hitch.

Riddle overlooked one issue that came with living as Yuu.

Dire Crowley.

Not even three minutes after the final bell rang, the bird man materialised in front of Riddle-you with a long list of “chores” for you to complete in order to get your allowance for the week.

Allowance that you were supposed to use to buy yourself food. No wonder you looked famished on so many days.

This was absolutely dastardly.

Riddle has no chance to protest before the child labourer vanishes into thin air with a smile on his stupid face.

He doesn’t think much of it since members of his dorm also have chores to do like painting roses and feeding the hedgehogs.

Riddle sees the work you have to do to earn money for sustenance and he almost stumbles in shock.

How do you even manage this?

Having magic was a blast.

Riddle’s body retained muscle memory of quite a few spells and trying them out was never a dull moment.

You were in the middle of using a spell to change the colours of some couch cushions in the dorm when you get a frantic call from Riddle.

Riddle tried to tough it out and complete your tasks himself while letting you have a break for a day.

His logic was that if this was your life every day, you deserved at least a day off.

That all flew out the window once it just got too much for him and he needed help before he ended up committing a felony in irritation.

You felt bad throwing your stinky work on him and went over to where he was to help.

The two of you spent a good few hours doing more physical labour, but it was easier since there was another person to help.

No sign of a switch back seemed to appear at all.

Deciding to call it a day, you headed back to the homes of your respective bodies to not rouse suspicion from anyone.

Overall, the day went smoothly.

It could’ve been way worse.

You both fell asleep at exactly the same time, which triggered some sort of wavelength that allowed the swap to undo itself.

By the time you woke up, you were back in your original bodies.

As celebration, once you woke up, you pulled Grim into a squeeze as fat tears of relief rolled down your face.

The little guy clawed at your face to let him go, but on the inside, he was overjoyed that you were back to normal.

Grim didn't think he'd be able to live with you while Riddle's face looked at him in place of yours.

Riddle woke up in his own body too, letting out a sigh of relief once his cinnabar locks entered his vision and confirmed he was his usual self.

Now, you could go back to sleep the next day, sure that you would wake up in your own body again. Right?

[mshroom1e]

ೃ⁀➷ Baby My Phone

type: headcanons

listen to me yap about what phones i’d think twst characters would have.

2.2k words

Characters: NRC students

╰┈➤ Riddle

Uses a landline.

╰┈➤ Ace

He uses an iPhone but it’s one of those broken, screen protector hanging off, yellow clear case iPhone 8s.

He still thinks his phone is better than an Android and refuses to switch.

His wallpaper is one of those with a massive Nike tick and a “just do it” in a neon red camouflage pattern.

He hasn’t changed it since he was 12.

-2/10

╰┈➤ Deuce

He has a Samsung for sure.

It’s not one of the most expensive ones like an S24 Ultra but it’s reliable.

He’s got a pretty average phone case. It’s navy blue and heavy-duty, making his phone practically indestructible.

His wallpaper is probably yellow with a cartoonish picture of a chick breaking out of an egg.

Pretty simple.

Distinguished taste for an equally distinguished gentleman.

9/10

╰┈➤ Trey

He has a Samsung S10.

I don’t know why, but he just does.

I can also see him using one of those grandpa wallet cases where he carries everything inside.

His phone case doubles as a purse with the bits and bobs he puts in there.

It’s literally a fanny pack that just happens to have space to hold a phone.

Need a napkin? Hold on, let him get it from his phone case real quick.

It’s really handy but a little ridiculous with the amount of stuff he carries in there.

The battery life is hammered thanks to the hours of temple run his siblings play on it whenever he goes home for holidays.

His wallpaper is probably a picture of his siblings, which is cute.

4/10.

Would be higher if it wasn’t for the silly wallet case.

╰┈➤ Cater

We’ve already seen his phone multiple times in game, so I don’t think I have much to say.

His wallpaper is bold, like the phone case he uses.

It’s not exactly ugly, but it definitely suits him.

It’s just not something most people would want to put on their phones.

He’s 100% an iPhone user but he’s the type that gets the new model that comes out every year.

Either that or he’s using one of his sister’s hand-me-downs that’s an iPhone 13. (just like me fr).

6/10

If it wasn’t for that peculiar phone case, I’d rate it higher.

╰┈➤ Leona

I can see him using a Samsung S24 Ultra.

He barely uses it, though.

Most of the time, he tosses the phone at his nephew to keep him distracted when he sees him at home.

Because of that, he’s got a home screen full of kids' mobile games like Talking Tom and Subway Surfers.

The phone’s got a small crack in the screen from when Cheka dropped it but it wasn’t a big deal so Leona never bothered to get it fixed or replaced.

He’s got a leopard print phone case and his wallpaper is a selfie Reggie took with him sleeping and set it on his lock screen that he never bothered to change.

7/10

Again, the phone case is a no from me.

╰┈➤ Ruggie

He uses a Samsung too.

It’s an older model, like an S10+.

It’s a gift from Leona that he tossed at Ruggie one day.

Ruggie is pretty grateful for it since he was wondering how he’d contact his grandmother back at home without a phone since he wouldn’t be able to get a durable one until a while of saving up.

He takes pretty good care of it and there’s no scratches or cracks.

His wallpaper matches the selfie of himself and Leona that he set as the latter’s lock screen.

He got himself a heavy-duty phone case just to make sure it doesn’t get damaged.

10/10.

Totally not biased.

╰┈➤ Jack

He’s an iPhone user, probably sporting an iPhone 12 Pro Max. You can’t blame him for needing a large phone when he’s got pretty big hands.

He uses a clear case that’s somehow got no yellowing to it and his phone is green. It’s got a pretty wrecked battery life thanks to the younger sibling x phone syndrome.

His little sister killed the battery life with her 500 cumulative hours on Roblox and Among Us.

He doesn’t really mind since he doesn’t use his phone more than like 4 times a day.

8/10

Pretty cool.

╰┈➤ Azul

A tasteful Samsung user.

He’s one of those people who thinks iPhones are a scam and refuses to buy into it, like the classy businessman he is.

(he just has no idea how to use one).

Idk if Merfolk have waterproof phones or just communicate with echolocation but let’s pretend that the fish people have phones too.

He sports a Samsung Z Flip5 in lavender. He also has a baby blue phone case with a little seashell on it.

The twins tease him about his cutesy design choice but he shrugs it off since he knows it looks good.

It’s a shame he rarely uses the phone when he’s not going to send emails, do schoolwork and post on the lounge’s social media, though.

He also watches food ASMR videos. His wallpaper is a picture of the sea in the usual daytime lighting.

10/10

Very nice

╰┈➤ Jade

Another Android Avenger using a Samsung S22 in sage green.

His phone is in pretty good condition.

Though, he’s got a few spots of soil trapped between his screen protector and the end of his phone case.

There’s only like a single, tiny crack on his screen protector for dropping it on the floor face first when in the Botanical Garden talking to his little plants.

Can’t really blame him since he looks up tutorials when handling new spores. His phone case is transparent with (you guessed it) a pattern of little mushrooms littered on the back.

His wallpaper is a pic of him and Floyd when they were in their first year at NRC. It’s a strangely cute phone for someone as shady as Jade.

7/10

Nice, but the mushrooms r kinda overkill.

╰┈➤ Floyd

His phone doesn’t have a single crack on it.

He’s someone who takes really good care of his stuff and has a bunch of screen protectors since he knows how prone he is to dropping and accidentally throwing his phone.

His battery is fried tho since he’s notorious for playing a bunch of those silly mobile games like Fill the Fridge or Crowd City.

When he isn’t tormenting people with his deadly hugs, he’s sat perched in a corner gargoyle style with his eyes glazed over as he plays Block Blast with a score of 10,000.

Floyd’s pretty diverse with his phone case and he changes it depending on how he feels that day. Most of the time, he goes for his pale green one with an eel drawing on it, like the bag he used during the Camp Vargas event.

His wallpaper is either matching with Jade’s or a random photo of the sea he took a few days ago.

10/10

Very cool

╰┈➤ Kalim

Gets the newly released iPhone every year.

He’s not that bad though, since he gives his old one to his sibling and they pass it on to the next sibling like One For All.

His phone has no cracks on it too. He makes sure to take good care of it since he knows it’s gonna be his younger sibling’s phone in about a year and he doesn’t want them to have to use a broken phone.

He’s just nice like that. His phone case is orange with little peach circles dotted all around the back.

He’s another notorious mobile gamer with his number 1 game being Where’s My Water. His lock screen is a particularly nice-looking spread from one of the many parties he’s had over at his dorm.

10/10

Kalim is the best

╰┈➤ Jamil

Humble Samsung S21 user.

He may or may have not opted for this brand out of spite after Kalim suggested he get an iPhone so they could easily AirDrop stuff to each other.

(Quick Share is better anyway)

Isn’t much of a mobile gamer but he’s found a second home on AITA communities on Reddit.

I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.

Jamil’s wallpaper is either something pretty like the sunset at his dorm or something silly like a selfie he took doing face masks with his sister.

As per sibling rules, however, he always makes sure to change his second lock screen any time he goes home.

She can’t know that he cares that much.

1000/10

Jamil favouritism.

╰┈➤ Vil

iPhone 15 pro max ultra mega sigma plus plus premium user.

Sometimes he has to record videos on his phone, so he needs one with the best camera and screen refresh rate possible.

It’s scary how he has no games on his phone except Wordscapes.

Believes screen time is terrible for your skin (is it?) and refuses to spend more than an hour on it outside of updating his different social media accounts.

His phone has no cracks and he hates greasy screens so best believe he’s got a glass cleaner wipe tucked into his pocket everywhere he goes.

His phone case is purple with a pop socket in the shape of a gold crown. His wallpaper is a picture of himself (ofc it is) from his favourite photoshoot.

6/10

Vil

╰┈➤ Rook

Samsung Soldier.

Rook uses a hefty Samsung Fold5.

Sometimes he needs a phone to do phone stuff and sometimes he needs a tablet to view a proper sized map of NRC for various uses I will not elaborate on for legal reasons.

When Vil takes away Epel’s phone, I imagine Rook allows Epel to use his phone to play Subway Surfers or Roblox.

Lives risky life and doesn’t use a case or a screen protector.

His phone somehow isn’t shattered especially after the billion times it’s fallen to the ground at the speed of light when he watches people from trees.

His lock screen is a Pinterest collage of Vil. 5/10

Vil

I refuse to elaborate

╰┈➤ Epel

Cracked Samsung S9.

Been using the same phone since he was 12 and refuses to let it go.

Anytime he falls, the phone disassembles and his battery goes flying.

He has to do a walk of shame each time to pick up his battery and put it back inside his phone.

Sometimes he stays up until 3 am playing COD mobile with Deuce and hides his phone under his pillow every time Vil opens his door to make sure the first years are asleep.

His wallpaper is a really cute selfie with him and the rest of the first year group. No phone case.

9/10

The battery thing is sadly relatable

╰┈➤ Idia

He uses a Samsung S24 Ultra.

Perfect mix of amazing performance as well as free rein to go into developer mode or download any 3rd party apps and modded games as much as he wishes.

Strongly believes Android is better.

When he isn’t raging at kids on Fortnite, he’s hidden in a corner of his room reading fanfic on AO3.

He will not tell a soul why his screen time shows that he has 6 hours every day on Samsung internet.

His phone case, I imagine would be a basic black with a little doodle of a cat on the back.

His wallpaper would be a pic of his PC setup when he thought it looked particularly cool.

10/10

Super techy.

╰┈➤ Ortho

He is the phone.

╰┈➤ Malleus

Uses a landline.

╰┈➤ Lilia

He has an iPhone 14 and no one can tell me it isn’t Kuromi-themed.

I’m talking lock screen, phone case, home screen, widgets, and icons.

It’s the black and pink/purple pallette that they both sport that makes my brain associate the two.

He’s got a few cracks and scratches from when he hangs upside down and his phone crashes to the ground like a missile.

One of his other lock screens is a pic of Silver when he was a baby and walking for the first time.

Don’t tell Silver, though.

8/10

Super cute.

╰┈➤ Silver

Lilia got him an iPhone 14 too so they could AirDrop things to each other and FaceTime every day for the year Lilia was at NRC without Silver.

Other than that, Silver rarely uses his phone.

His sleep timer is through the roof since he hibernates for most of the day.

He’s got a plain black phone case and everything on his phone is at default settings.

Including home and lock screens.

6/10

Very normal

╰┈➤ Sebek

Wanted to be cool like Malleus and have no phone since he does not wish to partake in the use of technology of human invention.

Instantly takes back that statement once he was out with the Diasomnia dorm and got lost in a marketplace.

Lilia and co had spent hours looking for him. After that, Lilia got him one of those “my first phone” gadgets for kids where the only contact numbers are emergency services and parents and the “parents” can easily access his location.

That way, they can prevent any accidents that creates their very own “Finding Sebek” franchise.

5/10

Very silly.

[mshroom1e]

>> "love comes from the most unexpected of places" <<

Summary: animals can lift up spirits with such ease when one's feeling down, don't you think? After an accident with shape shifting magic, some of the students found themselves transformed into the cutest little creatures, and unbeknownst to you, attemped to use that form to brighten a particularly cloudy day by your side

Key words:  headcanons; fluff; romance; g/n reader (they/them, you/yours); relationship not established; reader not explicitly Yuu/MC; accidentally became a princess and the frog plot trope

Characters: Riddle, Jack, Jamil - x reader (separately)

CWs: animals mentioned include hedgehogs, dogs and cats!

>> Riddle Rosehearts, as one anxious hedgehog [900+ words]

- he knew pairing up with Floyd for potions class was a grave mistake of professor Crewel's. "No need to worry Mr Roseharts" he said. "This exercise is far too simple to have any sort of complications occur" he said...

- and well, now Riddle was being chased by an overly enthusiastic Floyd Leech. An even taller version of the twin, as you see, it appeared to not be enough for the cruel universe to make the potion's effects turn Riddle smaller, no. It had to transform him into a itty bitty tiny hedgehog, of all creatures, and a super cute one at that. So cute in fact, his lab partner couldn't resist the urge to tease it, or rather, threaten to squeeze the hell out of such an adorable pet.

- Riddle surprised himself on how fast those tiny legs could carry him. Running through corridors, rolling down stairs and dodging steps of unaware passing students until Floyd was left too far behind, out of his sight.

- In the courtyard, hedgehog Riddle frantically spun around, seeking for a good hiding spot, but instead found something much more curious. A certain student he knew too well, or so he thought, because no matter how much time he had spent admiring them from afar, he never before had witnessed them crying as they were at that moment.

- You sat there, under a tree's shade, hoping no one would approach, fearing the tears and hiccups would only worsen with concerned looks and curious questionnaire. And Riddle feared too, to chose between simply walking away, pretending not to see his beloved's suffering; or choosing to approach, but not being able to comfort them in any helpful way.

- But he had a realization. He didn't have to talk. Where words lacked, another option could come to play. And in that hedgehog form, coincidentally, was perfect for such a task.

- You felt a sudden gentle bump on your ankle, looking down, you were surprised to see a spiky red colored creature studying you back. Strange. These little guys were supposed to be at Heartslabyul's care. How in the world did it get in the school's courtyard?

- a weak giggle was all you could muster as a greeting to the hedgehog, standing a hand for it to climb, and petting it the way Heartslabyul's dorm leader had taught you before.

- —"Riddle must be worried sick about you. He always notices when someone is missing."— you said, unaware the boy in question was now resting at the palm of your hand. —"I can get us back home, how does that sound?"—

- He squeaked in response, and still getting used to the hedgehog legs, climbed your arm all the way up your shoulder. Doing his best to communicate worry without words, pressed the tip of his nose tracing where the tears had fallen. —"what? I'm fine, really!"— you simply replied.

- If Riddle could pout he would. Even to a hedgehog you lied about your feelings. He expected you to open up with a creature who wouldn't judge, much less understand a word you said, but apparently he had to put up a fight to get any results on that.

- the walk went quietly until you both reached the hall of mirrors, where the dorm leader had grown impatient, jumping from the safe spot by your shoulder to the cold marble floors, running and slipping side to side as he reached Heartslabyul's respective mirror, and jumped through it without warning.

- you followed behind with urgency. It's dangerous to be so tiny, roaming around all alone! Catching quick glances of the red colored spikes just before turning around the corners, the chase eventually led you to the parts of the garden where all dormitory pets resided.

- Before you could reach for the runaway creature, a horde of other colorful ones approached all at once, clinging to your shoes, happily circling around as if greeting a beloved visitor. The light nibbling of the hedgehogs tickled, and you crouched down to return the greetings. Though, the energy of your companions was so high you felt obligated to eventually sit down to properly enjoy the playtime altogether.

- It was a dispute to who was going to take a place on your lap, spiky friends playfully pushing one another or climbing over eachother's heads, all for a moment of your attention. It's difficult not to smile amongst such cute bantering, and just like that, the sad tears fallen from earlier that day were long forgotten, back under the shade of the courtyard's tree.

- One particular creature managed to climb all the way up your arms, resting on the same spot on your shoulder that it was before, the red colored urchin snuffled near your ear to call for your attention.

- —"was it you who called all your friends to play? Them seem unusually enthusiastic!"— you laughed, holding him close to your face —"you just made my day. Thank you little one, I needed that"—

- Riddle has never been so close to you as he now was in animal form, curiously, he even began to think the shape-shifting potion incident didn't feel as bad as he thought it would, after all. It isn't an everyday occurrence his crush would hold him so dearly as they were at that moment.

- "They don't even know it's me" he thought. And for a blissful moment he gave in, leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss or rather, the closest he could make from one in that form, before a sparkling magical cloud suddenly took over the place with a "poof!"

—"what..... RIDDLE?"—

>> Jack Howl, as one fluffy little dog [1.2k+ words]

- Yeah, Jack's already a wolf beastman. His unique magic allows him to fully transform at will. Shape shifting magic was no unusual experience, but the problem here lies on the fact that after drinking that potion, he found himself not being able to change back on command, and to make matters worse, he was no wolf. He was a white furred pomeranian.

- Ace had been laughing nonstop for about five minutes straight after the potion had its quick effect. Every once in a while he would manage to hardly breathe in and exclaim one of his meticulous and very helpful observations, varying along the lines of "DUDE NO WAY" or "YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA'S DOG??", and believe it or not, Jack have had enough by the time this second comment left his lab partner's mouth.

- Epel took responsability and offered him a stay on pomefiore for the time being, to keep an eye on him, while Ace looked for a viable solution with a now furious professor Crewel.

- Simply put, Jack had a significant rise in popularity during his short time stay at pomefiore. A giant wolf might not have been the dorm's favorite animal, but a petite walking furball? It was much more like them. Though Epel made sure every single witness would promise not share a word with their dorm leader, as to not risk getting scolded or having Jack quicked out all by himself in such form.

- It was amogst the tumultuous gathering of students that the pomeranian heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching from far away, along with a voice that never failed from making his heart skip a beat. Epel seemed to notice too, and widened his eyes. —"Is that [name] I hear? ...but if they're here they must be accompanied by-!"—

- The lilac haired boy let go of the small dog, and quickly gestured for him to run and hide before Vil suspected of his presence. And run he did. Making sure to avoid getting stomped by passersby students, until he reached the flawlessly trimmed backyard gardens of pomefiore. With plenty of spots to hide and no company around, Jack made himself comfortable in one of the gazebo's chairs, planning on staying still, unbothered, until Ace would get back soon enough with an antidote.

- Though it did not take long enough for his peace to get disturbed once more. —"Hey buddy! What are you doing here?"— a voice spoke from behind him.

- Jack jumped in place, startled, provoking a short giggle from the one who called, you, who smiled oh so softly at his adorable new form. But how could you not? Besides Grim, such cute creatures were not often seen wandering around school grounds. Jack's current presentation was an unusual but very welcomed break from the ordinary NRC life. Although the wolf himself couldn't disagree more. To even look like that was too much of an embarrassing thought. However, in a more positive note, at least his crush didn't know it was him the pomeranian in question!

- —"You think I haven't seen you running away from me and Vil?"— you asked, extending a hand near Jack's nose as a way to say hello —"Don't worry, I won't let him kick you out of the dorm. Somebody needs to take care of you, after all. Do you have an owner?"—

- His ears twitched in response. Your tone was so gentle, he began to wonder if he should keep up with the pet dog act just for a liiittle while longer. It certainly did not feel bad to have his crush's attention solely on him for once, and in this train of thought, he leaned closer to your offered hand to greet you back.

- In a matter of minutes, you and puppy Jack had turned best pals for the very second time in your NRC lives. Playing around the garden until the sun began to set, no one came to bother or to take the fluffy intruder away. Seemed like Ace was having a hard time trying to find a cure, but again, staying in this form for just some moments more certainly wouldn't hurt, right?

- You asked for a second to rest on a nearby bench, and Jack followed behind, sitting by your side with his tail wagging frantically as you two admired the golden hues of the sunset rays. A moment of silence turned into minutes, that turned into what felt like an hour. The sky turned dark and stars began to shine through the clouds. Pomeranian Jack tried to start a conversation topic but only letting out a whimper instead, immediately catching your attention back to him. You sighed. —"you appeared just in the right time, you know? I needed this break from my responsibilities"— you pat his head in thanks, and he eyed you in curiosity.

- Your expression seemed lonely this time, almost distant as you gazed up the crescent moon. He then finally noticed, by looking more attentively into your features, there was a distinguishable layer of concealer covering some unusual dark circles under your eyes. You looked tired. Not from the time you spent playing together that evening, no... something else. Jack traced back that day's events. You were almost never wandering around pomefiore, let alone with Vil of all people. Was the makeup perhaps courtesy of the dorm leader's? You seemed to be wearing products that strangely resembled his, after all.

- Upon noticing your companion's curious and concerned stare, you smiled and as if reading his mind, explained —"Vil seemed worried about me too, that's how I got here."— you chuckled lightly at the situation, a bit funny how a lost puppy got you to open up about your feelings so easily —" it's nothing serious. Just so many things happening lately... it was draining my energy out"—

- Without many ideas on how to comfort you without words, Jack rested his head on your lap with a soft sigh. He then felt a hand on top of his head again, followed by a stifled laugh: —"But it doesn't matter now. I made a new friend today! So thanks for that.."—

- He looked up as you leaned in closer, playfully blowing a kiss from a distance. But that little action was enough to make him panic flustered beyond words. So much so that he incidentally got up too fast and suddenly enough to bump the top of his head into your face, right near your lips. A glittery magical cloud emerged with a "poof!"

- Meanwhile Vil, who was watching the garden by the far away window, nearly choked on his tea with the sight of Jack transforming back into his original form, appearing out of nowhere from that cloud, just to fall on top of a very confused and startled you.

- —"See, Vil? I told you! It was Jack all along!"— Epel beamed by the dorm leader's side, but only getting an exasperated sigh from him in return:

- —"Regardless. You and your little friends still got some explaining to do."— he got up from his seat, heading to the garden's main gates —"And tell that Trappola boy he's going to help you clean all the dog fur from the lounge's coutch today still"—

>> Jamil Viper, as the meanest cat ever [1.4k+ words]

- Jamil was convinced he'd had to wait a million years before he could ever catch a break from easily avoidable, headache-inducing misfortunes taken place on that cursed magical college.

- —"Aw, come on! Don't look at me like that... It could have been much, much worse than this"— scarabia's dorm leader flashed an apologetic smile, as if it was going to fix the shape shifting problem at hand. —"Not saying this scenario is particularly good, but- I mean, what if you were to become a snake instead? I'd lose sight of you in no time and you could be taken away by a hungry bird! Oh, I don't mean to say you'd become a snake specifically because of your original appearance or personality or past actions or morals or-"—

- The black furred feline could only roll his eyes at the incessant rambling of his housewarden. If Jamil could talk, he'd interrupt Kalim before he'd burst out more painfully honest and indirect call outs aimed at him, that the oblivious boy would surely regret from letting out once he realized that maybe, some truths were best kept inside his head. But that's what usually happens anyway. Jamil was too sick and tired at that point to feel offended by them at all.

- But oh well. Simply another nuisance to get on his way of boring daily tasks. Nothing that haven't already happened before. It's just that being transformed into a cat was a more extreme case, and he wasn't so sure of how to even work on "babysitting" duties with paws intead of hands. Kalim took notice, and offered himself to spend the day with the alchemy professor until he found a viable solution to the problem. Jamil only nodded in boredom as the housewarden turned to rambling all distracted again, this time with a very much annoyed professor Crewel.

- As that went on in the backgroud, something suddenly caught the vice housewarden's attention from outside of the classroom: a desperate Ace Trappola walking in anxious circles around the corridor, staring at the floor below his feet, and mumbling something under his breath that only the sensitive ears of a cat could clearly pick up on: apparently you have gone missing. And it visibly made the first year unspeakably worried.

- Jamil approached Ace, careful enough not to be stomped by him unaware. The red haired boy only took a half glance at his direction, and let out a stressed grunt: —"Not now, Grim. I'm trying to think where to look for [name]. Please don't bother if all you're gonna do is ask for tuna!"— the red haired sat by the corridor's bench in defeat —"Was it something I said? Probably was. They wouldn't be avoiding me otherwise..."—

- Quickly the feline made sense of the situation, and annoyed, agressively tapped him on the ankle as a way to say "idiot" , getting a startled "HEY!" from the boy in response, and then immediatelly took off to search for his misssing friend. Yes, you spent a lot of time with the rest of the first years, but Jamil knew you better than anyone else around. He already had an idea of where you could have possibly ran off to.

- And surely enough, there you were. In one of the less frequented classrooms in school grounds, hidden comfortably in the corner where no one could bother, or even see you at first glance. A nice place to stay for some alone time.

- However, before stepping in and calling for your attetion, he hesitated. Jamil had been so irritated over the possibility of Ace upsetting you, he hadn't even considered maybe all you needed at that moment was to be given some space to breathe. A pang of guilt hit him right away. What was he thinking? Assuming he could comfort you at any given situation just like that? he wished that was even a possibility.

- As a servant, he had the skills and knowledge to do almost anything his work could ever ask of him. Nothing was too much of a challenge, he always solved eventual difficulties in one way or another. But adding his secret crush to the equation was a recipe to near disaster, at least in his head. A hundred possibilities ran through him, none of which he was minimally satisfied with, and it was scary. Scary to think his near perfect problem solving skills were finally failing to meet expectations, no less expectations from the only person he truly, deeply cared about, not due to obligation this time, but to the only thing in his life that strayed away from such word.

- "If I have nothing helpful to say, better not even try" he thought to himself, and turned on his heels to leave, mentally frowing over this unwelcomed feeling of weakness taking over any last bit of logical thinking he still held at that point. But not until he heard a "hello? who's there?" coming from you that he figuratively slapped himself in the face. He got too caught up in uncertainty. It was too late to run away.

- The cat meowed from behind the desk, and you widened your eyes upon hearing it. Grim doesn't meow. What in the world was a kitty doing inside the classroom? Maybe it was professor Trein's pet companion? But when it showed up from its hiding spot, you could tell it was a cat of an unfamiliar appearance. It blinked at you and you blinked at him, both unsure of what to do at that moment.

- —"kitty.."— you mumbled in awe, face lighting up in interest. You silently extended a hand on its direction, waiting patiently for the creature to approach.

- "So they like cats, huh?" Jamil wondered for a few seconds before taking the risky decision to approach, placing his head under your offered palm, and watched your eyes sparkle in glee "they don't know it's me anyway. what harm could this do?"

- The silent classroom was now filled with light laughter. In that form, anything Jamil did earned a fit of giggles from you. He was just too cute! And to be fair, usually stray cats weren't nearly half as caring or approachable as he was being, so having one so cuddly play with the cloth of your uniform and constantly ask for more caressing was almost the best thing to ever happen to you in that school.

- The vice housewarden couldn't lie, he enjoyed all the attention he was getting from you, and better yet the fact of how easy his goal of cheering you up really had been, even if all he could provide was a mere passing distraction from your actual troubles. At least you were smiling, genuinely.

- —"cats are good at reading people's energies, or so I've heard."— you spoke up, taking the purring furball in your arms —"is this how you found me?"—

- Jamil slowy closed his eyes as a response, and you took it as a yes, smiling brigthly in return —"thank you"—

- But as all good things do, they tend to pass in a blink of an eye. The room's door slammed open, making both of you jump in place, the feline huddled closer to your arms with his ears down and fur standing up at the sight of the people who came into view. Ace and Kalim. The last people on earth he'd want to see ruining that moment between you two.

- —"There he is!"— the first year shouted, pointing at the cat, and then later widening his eyes in realization of who was holding it. —"and [name]... man, I've been looking everywhere for you! why did you--"—

- Jamil hissed as the two boys approached, and tried to back away as much as he could from Kalim's hands, desperately wanting to hide in your arms and getting back to being alone with you again. There wasn't much space left to withdraw though, in the corner of the room, Jamil drew back until he accidentally went head first into yours, and then a thick magical mist quickly took over the scene, blocking everyone's sight for a moment before the clouds dispersed enough to reveal Jamil back into his original form, sitting on your lap, hugging you tighly with a furious expression aimed at the intruders. He opened his mouth expecting a hiss or meow to come out of it, but instead was surprised with his own voice blurting an "Ah--"

- He could feel the heat rising up to his face, and for a moment he wished Kalim would drop another shape shifting potion to get him back into a form he could so freely ask for your hugs without any judgement or flustered overthinking.

[mshroom1e]

I HOPE UR WRITERS BLOCK WASNT TOO BAD </333 also who are your favourites in twst IHAVE TO KNOW!!! MINE R JADE AND JAMIL (ive been leaning like MANEUVERING towards deuce and ace recently)

tbh writer's block wasn't too horrible since I used it as time for my brain to take a break too. thanks for asking!! on the other hand,

ITS SO HARD TO CHOOSE A FAVOURITE OUT OF EVERYONE AHDNRHR

but if I really had to choose, it would be Jamil (hes definitely my favourite i dont even have to think about it) for several reasons. He's just so cool and I love his personality and style. I have a few second faves though, like Rook, Azul- he's so huggable and Deuce. I love them all so much but they can't compare to the power that Jamil holds

ngl I'm slowly shifting towards adding idia in to complete my top five just because of how relatable he is at times

[mshroom1e]

A Ride For Two | Floyd x GN! Reader

I'm back after a long short writer's block. yayyy.

type: fanfic

Summary: Floyd steals borrows Kalim's magic carpet to take you out on a little nighttime escapade.

2.1k words

tag(s): friends to lovers, confession, painfully sweet fluff

Warning(s): none

Nightime was for sleeping. Wasn't it? That's what you thought, too. After a long day of chasing around your trio of best friends and keeping them out of any accidental trouble, you were nackered.

All was calm and silent. Grim was asleep at the foot of your bed, and your ghost roommates seemed to also retire for the day. You were comfortable in your nightwear, getting ready to pass out like a log for the next few - hopefully eight - hours.

Tap.

Ramshacke dorm sure was old. Random sounds of the inferstructute shifting on itself and other things creaking and tapping was like background music at this point. Barely different to the the way one thought of the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling upon contact with the wind.

Tap.

It was the sound again. This time, it was like the sound that happens when tapping on glass.

Glass.

You slowly got up from your bed. The wooden frame creaking as your body mass shifted across the mattress. Carefully, your feet landed on the floor with a quiet pat, hoping to keep your feline companion from stirring in his sleep.

A shadow loomed outside your window. A lanky one. Estimated to be around six feet and three inches tall. You squinted your eyes in confusion. Breathing in weird chemicals during alchemy class was really starting to get to you. The tapping continued as there was movement from the shadow on the other side of the clear barrier.

You quickly drew your curtains to the side and was met with the face of your favourite mer.

Floyd was at your window, sporting his mischievous grin and squinted eyes. Your eyes widened, and you shreaked, "Floyd?!"

His smile grew, and he said something in response, though you couldn't hear him due to the glass.

"Huh?"

He gestured for you to open the window, and you complied. As soon as you did, a mighty gust of wind rushed past, and the curtains fluttered, whipping around your body along with your clothes. You stared at Floyd with a starstruck expression, eyes wide and highlighted by the shine from the moon and stars with your mouth slightly agape.

"Floyd?" You breathed with confusion.

"C'mon, Shrimpy, let's go for a ride!" He held out his hand for you to hold onto and leaned in.

"What are you doing?!" You shrieked, "How are you flyiNg?!"

Floyd laughed at your panick and the way your voice broke at the end of your sentence.

He wordlessly leaned over to pick you up from under your arms like a toddler. You hovered in the air for a second before you were effortlessly hoisted up and onto whatever Floyd was floating on.

You blinked once. Then twice.

"Let's hang out," Floyd sang with his face inches away from yours.

"Wait, this carpet..."

"Yeah?"

"Is this Kalim's?!" Your voice cracked again, "How did you even-"

He simply laughed and watched your face change to an expression of panick, panick, and more panick with a hint of terror.

You stared him with your mouth hanging open in complete shock. You knew Floyd often acted upon his impulses and did some things that were out of the ordinary, but this was something you didn't expect.

"If Jamil finds out, he's gonna explode!" You shrieked, balling fists into your hair.

"Sea otter said it was fine," Floyd continued to smile his smug smile, "And if sea snake finds out, so what?"

So, Floyd didn't steal Kalim's magic carpet, aka one of the most precious items in the entirety of the Scalding Sands- or even the whole of Twisted Wonderland and beyond. Although, that didn't stop your mind from racing in sheer panick. What if you accidentally tore it? Or it got stained, and machine washing it would destroy its historical value or something, and it needed money to be fixed? You'd be stuck paying that debt for the rest of your life-

Floyd looked over at you in your bewildered state. A pair of large hands grabbed at your face by your cheeks and snapped you out of your trance, and you turned your eyes towards the owner of said hands. He squished your cheeks several times, staring at your various facial expressions as he did so. Ever since you got to spend more time with him, it was something that he often did when your brain went into overdrive and you blanked. Strangely, it always seemed to calm you down quite a lot.

"What if we have to pay for damages or something?!" Your brain was finally putting words together in coherent sentences again. That was good.

"Don't think about it now, shrimpy," He smiled at you softly, "For right now, just have some fun, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms, "Don't wanna."

"But there's somewhere I wanna take you," He grinned at you cheekily, and you couldn't hold your resolve any longer.

"...Fine, but tell me where we're going!"

"It's a surprise!"

"Just tell me!"

"Don't wanna." Floyd mimicked you, and you sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.

But at least the merboy wasn't dragging you all the way to the bottom of the ocean or anything crazy like that. Right?

When all was said and done, you found yourselves far away from campus and leaving Sage's Island. You looked around in awe in wonder. It truly was beautiful here. There weren't many landmarks aside from the two campuses on the island and trees, which seemed very close and very tall from the distance. The sky remained dark as the sun had long since retired for the day, the colors of blue darkening even further as the stars and full moon made their rounds.

Maybe it was the height at which you watched the island from, or it was the fact that you were with a certain teal-headed sophomore, but the view was much more breathtaking than you'd imagined it would be.

"It's so pretty up here," you sighed.

Birds flocked around and you turned to Floyd with a relaxed smile, only to find him already staring at you with an awestruck expression.

It was rare to see Floyd this quiet, as he was never shy of voicing his emotions whenever he wanted to. For once, he didn't seem like he wanted to be making jokes or teasing you. His head tilted back slightly as the breeze brushed through his hair, and you could feel your heart stammer for no good reason. You averted your gaze away and scratched at your ear.

"Thanks for bringing me up here," you mumbled with a gulp, a little sheepish from your earlier panick and apprehension.

He grinned and took your hand without hesitation, his fingers gently curling around yours, "Anytime."

The moonlight shone on the pair of you as the two soared towards the edge of the island that bordered the sea. The carpet slowly lowered itself down onto the sandy terrain, and you could see the water tumble over its own body a short distance away.

Floyd moved closer to you, taking your hand in his as if it was the most natural thing to do and lead you towards the water.

He left you at the water's edge and began removing his shirt, making your face burn.

"Uh...what are you doing?" You managed to croak, warmth still biting at your cheeks.

He smirked at you, "Going for a swim."

Before you could reply and even try and argue, you noticed that Floyd had slipped off his shirt and was now entering the water. Slowly, his smooth skin grew scales as his body changed colour. He'd transformed into his eel form after getting a feel of the water.

For a few moments, you watched him swim around, disappearing into the water and occasionally appearing out of it to glance at you with a grin. His movements were smooth and graceful. His tail moved lazily through the water and you noticed it was quite muscular but soft looking. Almost like a cat's, you thought absentmindedly.

Now that you thought about it, you'd seen Floyd in his mer form many times. Though for some reason, this time felt different. Maybe it was the way the moon rays reflected off of each of his glistened scales and the look of pure joy that graced his features as he swam freely. Or maybe it was because he had a playful, endearing twinkle in his eyes. He looked at peace and free, and that is what made you happy.

You were so caught up in admiring Floyd that you failed to notice his presence next to you as you subconsciously neared the shoreline. His cold, smooth tail stroked your calf. Startled, you stumbled backwards and fell over onto your butt, sending him into a fit of laughter.

Floyd giggled and grabbed your hand, tugging you closer to the sea.

"I'm gonna get wet!" You shreiked as you felt the chilly waves hit your feet.

Floyd pouted and furrowed his brows into an expression that looked more cute than angry. "I can just dry you with magic."

"But-"

"Come on~!" He drew out his words, and you sighed.

You reluctantly stepped forward until your feet made contact with the wet sand,

"Alright, alright! But if I get sick, I'm blaming you!"

His eyes lit up, and he pulled your hand again, dragging you across the wet ground and into the rising water. You yelped at how cold the water was on your skin and almost fell on your behind again. After the second time of stepping into the water, your skin tingled pleasantly, and the sensation made you smile.

Floyd let go of your hand to turn around and grab your waist before swimming backwards with you now in front of him. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively yet gently, and you could faintly feel his heartbeat through your now damp clothes. You were so close and close enough that you could see every single detail on his face.

Your eyes were locked onto his teal skin, and you felt as though someone was holding your heart tightly in their grip and wouldn't ever let go.

"Hey," Floyd called out to you, and it took you a moment to snap out of whatever spell you were under.

"Hm?" You glanced at him.

"I love you," He whispered quietly, his voice filled with such sincerity that felt almost alien to you.

You blinked.

Oh.

You stared at Floyd for a moment, stunned. Your mouth hung open for a moment, your brain scrambling to comprehend what he just said. The air suddenly became very thick and you were worried your heart would explode. All the blood in your body froze. You couldn't hear a single noise coming from anywhere, nor could you hear your own ragged breathing. All that seemed to matter was Floyd, who was currently gazing at you as if you were the most priceless treasure that he had ever seen. Your heart was pounding in your chest violently, thumping wildly as your eyes widened in surprise.

You weren't even sure what you and Floyd were. From the way he treated you compared to others, you knew he saw you as maybe a little more than a friend, but you were never certain. If anything, you hid your feelings for him throughout your friendship in hopes of not ruining a relationship you were already more than happy with. Floyd was impulsive and often did a lot of things considered out of the ordinary, sure, but the sincerity in both his eyes and voice said that this wasn't the case.

It seems like "best friends" was no longer an accurate description of your relationship.

Slowly, you felt a huge grin spread across your face. Floyd returned the smile, his pointy teeth shining brighter when the moonlight reflected against them, and his face illuminated with mirth. Then, slowly, his hands lifted themselves to frame your face, and he slowly leaned closer, bringing his lips to meet with yours in an awkward kiss. His lips were soft and slightly wet from the saltiness of the sea breeze. It felt wonderful. After a while, you broke apart slowly, smiling happily at each other, and a wave of jumbled but positive emotions washed over you. It was overwhelming. You couldn't believe it. You were happy, absolutely happy, ecstatic even! Why? Because Floyd loved you. That stupid fishface loved you.

"Me too," you breathed quietly as the moon's silver ribbons illuminated your eyes, "I like you a lot."

Maybe this interruption to your sleep time wasn't so bad after all.

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[mshroom1e]

I have officially aged up a year 🎉

ROOK SJRNFK 😭😭

[mshroom1e]

writer's block got me

a meme to compensate

[mshroom1e]

I think I have a type seeing that I adore both Kaeya (Genshin) and Rook (TWST) from their respective games. I don't how to describe this 'type' into words, but it's definitely there. Of the two Kaeya foremost has my heart. But! The huntsman also gives me the fuzzies. Ironically not a huge fan of Childe.

(just wanted to gush)

I get what you mean, and maybe I can kinda put it into words. Out of the two, Rook is my favourite and my friend keeps making fun of me for it. tbh I never really liked Kaeya very much but I don't dislike him either. I just think he's ok, but not my cup of tea. The hat man gives me the big mega giga fuzziness and I can't explain why 😔

If I were to summarise this "type" as best as I could, they're both the characters that always have one of those know-it-all smiles like they can understand what a person is thinking from their facial expression alone.

lemme jus close my mouth now before i start going on some 3000 word tangent 💀

[mshroom1e]

adelinde, you havent changed much

[mshroom1e]

this was adorable 😭

love me (for a while)

Genre/Tropes: Fluffy!! Fake dating, friends to lovers.

Summary: Deuce asks a favor of you. Date him to get Ace off his back, just for a week. Won't you love him, just for a little while?

Author's Comments: I wanted to write some fake dating stuff for Deuce plus Ace shenanigans, and it turned out to be really long. I also wrote this a week before I officially started playing Twisted Wonderland, and it's my first really long piece. It holds a special place in my heart. This was cross-posted on AO3 and Quotev!!

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“Can I ask a favor of you?” he asked, eyes shining in the darkness of your dorm.

“Sure.” you answered, awaiting a request to assist him with some scheme to get Ace out of trouble again.

A pause.

“Can you pretend to date me?” he blurted, the words smashed together like crushed raspberries (which would have been the same shade as his face.)

Silence.

Neither one of you spoke for a moment—Deuce, too anxious about your reaction, and you, too shocked to make sense of his words for a moment.

“What did you do this time?” you straightened up, amusement in your voice.

“I told Ace I wasn’t that inexperienced when he was teasing me about my lack of romantic relationships and he asked what I meant by that and I told him that I was dating you just to rub it in his face and he laughed at me and said there was no way and that he’d ask you about it tomorrow so I want to—”

“I’ll do it.” you patted him on the shoulder, successfully stopping his rambling.

“Really? You don’t have, I’m serious, this is my fault and I—”

“Deuce.”

“Huh?”

“It’s no problem. Really. Besides, I can’t wait to see the look on Ace’s face.” you snickered.

That was Sunday. Today was another day, the day when you put your plan into action and officially became Deuce’s fake partner.

Monday.

Monday is when it was announced.

You and Deuce were sitting at the lunch table with Grim and Ace, the latter staring at the two of you expectantly. You rolled your eyes as Grim paid the three of you no mind, gobbling up his food with no regard for any table manners.

“So. You know what I want.” Ace smirked, pointing his spoon at Deuce across the table, “Are you two dating?”

You almost started laughing but managed to keep a straight face. In a moment of boldness, you took Deuce’s hand on your own and slammed them both on the table. He yelped at your boldness, staring at you with wide eyes as you smirked back at Ace.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?”

The look on his face was priceless—his smug smirk and twinkling eyes slowly turned into a look of shock, his eyes wide and jaw hanging. Before you had time to really relish Ace’s reaction, he was shaking it off with a loud sputter.

“I don’t believe it!” Ace groaned, slamming his forehead on the table, “That’s...I can’t believe you weren’t lying.”

He gripped your hand a little tighter, his face flushed red and lips pressed in a thin line. Ace didn’t seem to notice, his attention fixated on his beloved cherry pie. He sighed, looking like he was about to give up on everything.

“Hand it over!” Grim cackled, holding out his paws.

Ace rolled his eyes and slid his slice of cherry pie in front of the monster. He grumbled something under his breath as Grim dug into it with a triumphant grin.

“What was that about?” you asked, watching Grim gobble up Ace’s favorite food right in front of his face.

“We made a bet.” Ace huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You made a bet about whether Deuce and I were actually dating?”

“Sure did. I thought there was no way Deuce and you would ever end up together so I told Grim I’d give him my cherry pie if you confirmed it tomorrow.”

“That’s a stupid bet you made, Ace.”

“Listen, I thought I had a better understanding of what was happening between my bestest friends in the whole world-”

You laughed, squeezing Deuce’s hand. He hadn’t said a single word since you’d grabbed his hand, and you were worried that the action had broken him. Deciding that you might as well sell the idea of this relationship if you were to pretend this was real for who knows how long, you turned your attention away from your tablemates and to him.

“Are you okay honey?” you asked, placing your free hand over your intertwined fingers.

That was the right thing to say, you noted, as his face flushed an even brighter shade of red. So he liked pet names. You could work with that.

“Yeah. Just...nervous.” he cleared his throat, straightening his back. He tore his eyes away from yours, only for them to dart back to your face. You smiled. He ducked his head, staring at his untouched lunch.

“Bleh. Honeymoon stage.” Ace grumbled, still glaring at the spot where his pie used to be.

“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m not gonna hurt you.” you teased, “Come on, let's eat so we can hang out for a bit longer before classes start.”

“Can I walk you?”

“Of course you can, honey. I’d feel safer with you around.”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes trained on your smiling lips for only a second before he ripped his gaze away. You felt your heart skip a beat at the implication, missing the suspicious gaze of Ace as he looked between the two of you.

♠

Tuesday.

Tuesday is when you both forgot your scheme.

In the morning, you walked into school with a mission, and the first thing you saw threw you off. Deuce was waiting for you, standing up straight and staring into nothingness with a slight scowl on his face. You almost laughed at how silly he looked, hands clasped behind his back as various students stared at him.

“Hi, Deuce.” you greeted, wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey.” he murmured, softening immediately under your touch.

The hug lasted for a few seconds, Deuce’s body warmth lulling you into a gentle sense of security. It wasn’t until Deuce dragged his hands down your arms and took your hands in his as he pulled away that you allowed yourself to slip away, too. His head was down, gaze trained on your hands like he didn’t know what to do with them. You watched as his furrowed brow relaxed, his head lifting to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I—I should be walking you to class right now.”

Deuce was once again looking so painfully indifferent, slowly taking his hands out of your grip. You tensed for a second, going to grab them and bring your fingers back to their beautiful, intertwined state—

His arms fell at his sides, and your hands were painfully empty.

You walked to class with him, staring straight at him as he stared straight at the end of whatever hallway you were walking down. You huffed and pursed your lips, eyes drinking in how stiff he looked.

If only you’d held his hand.

He stopped outside your classroom, briefly making eye contact and saying goodbye, his gaze softening for a second when you smiled and thanked him. Deuce opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but closed it again.

“I shouldn’t hold you too long, but…” you bit your lip—really, why were you acting like a fool? “I’d like to walk back to my dorm with you. If you don’t mind.”

You should have held his hand.

The back of his hand brushed the side of your face, his dark blue eyes swallowing you whole.

“I’d love to walk you back.” he nodded, cheeks flushed pink.

No more words were exchanged as he turned on his heel and walked away, the interaction that lasted a few seconds replaying in your mind like it had more importance than anything else in your day.

A thought interrupted them.

Your hand was so devastatingly cold.

♠

In the afternoon, you met up with Deuce the second class let out. He was waiting for you again, this time out in the hallway you went through every day to head back to Ramshackle.

“Did you bring an umbrella?” he asked, eyeing the nearest window.

Oh.

You followed his gaze, taking in the misty gray clouds and the watery blotches splattering against the window. The glass was completely covered in little water spots that decorated the glass, sliding down and combining with each other at an unreasonably fast rate.

Oh man, it was raining?

“No.” you laughed, beaming at him, “I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

Deuce cracked the smallest of smiles at your laugh, but you could tell he was still worried.

“We could try waiting out the storm…” Deuce suggested.

Silence. Neither of you spoke.

“Let's run.” you said, turning to face Deuce with a grin on your face that spelled nothing but mischief.

“And get wet?” Deuce furrowed his brow, “Why would we do that?”

He said that even though he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Because it’s fun.” you grabbed his hand, tugging him in the direction of the downpour, “Does Riddle have a rule against wet clothes or something?”

“Do you think I could remember if there was?” Deuce huffed, staring fiercely at where your hands connected.

“No.” you snickered, “And I wouldn’t remember either.”

Deuce didn’t have a second to react before you yanked him along, running into the rain and clearly expecting him to run with you, since your hand was still in his and you were squeezing even tighter and he swears the second a raindrop lands on his face it would evaporate.

It didn’t.

The rain is cool when it hit his skin, and he can hear your shrieks of delight as you let go of his hand and spin, throwing your hands up like you wanted to catch all of the raindrops. Vaguely, he feels his socks getting wet but he can’t even bring himself to hate the feeling when all he can stare at is you.

“Hey! What do you two think you’re doing out there?!”

The shout of someone makes you stop your twirling dance and look, but Deuce’s mind is too foggy with you to understand what's happening.

A flash of red hair appears in his vision as you raise your hand for a high five. He sees the person now, and it's Ace—thank goodness it’s Ace—and he’s high-fiving you and slinging an arm around your shoulders. You laugh and shove him off, and Ace fakes a wound right over his heart.

Deuce realizes two things.

One, you’re not actually dating him, which is frankly the more appalling one of the two.

Two, Ace thinks you’re dating and Deuce isn’t doing anything to convince him further that he’s actually dating someone like you.

“Yo, are you good?” Ace gives him a weird look, and that’s when Deuce realizes that you’re looking at him too and his throat dries up.

He never does know what you’re thinking, does he?

“I was walking them back to their dorm,” Deuce explains as if he needs an explanation even though nobody asked.

Ace looks from you to him, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I bet you were. That’s why I caught them dancing in the rain and you staring at them with your mouth hanging open like a goof.” he laughed, slapping Deuce on the back, “Have fun lovebirds, I’m off to meet up with Jamil and Floyd.”

Deuce couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze and Ace walked off, clearly thinking he’d done Deuce a favor.

“I’m not gonna lie,” you breathed, amusement in your voice, “I forgot we were supposed to be dating.”

He stops and thinks this over because despite his realization a few moments earlier, he’d forgotten too.

♠

Wednesday.

Wednesday is when you dealt with a third wheel.

After Tuesday, you both tried to drill the fact that you were supposed to be dating into your heads. It just seemed so natural to forget, especially when your relationship had always involved some physical contact (mostly courtesy of Ace.) You couldn’t have him getting suspicious, as he was still sour over the loss of his cherry pie—you weren’t as worried about Grim, since he was mostly interested in the food he’d get and not your love life, thankfully.

So Deuce asking you on this date was justified. To keep up with appearances, you two were headed to a cafe after school, however sketchy that cafe may be.

You planned on holding his hand on the way there, working towards getting him comfortable with physical affection.

You planned on watching in amusement as his face turned beet red.

You planned a nice afternoon with Deuce with refreshing drinks and delicious treats.

You did not plan on Ace tagging along.

Despite the redhead following a short distance behind the two of you, humming some tune to seem occupied while he blatantly stared at your intertwined hands. It would be so much harder to make Deuce comfortable now.

You sighed, briefly considering just giving up this farce and telling Ace it was a prank. That would also be funny, but you didn’t want to leave poor Deuce hanging.

Your brain halted for a second, stalling on the territory you never dared to explore. You paused. You looked over at Deuce, whose face was red and hands were sweaty and eyes were trained far ahead in the distance because if he looked at you he’d explode.

Okay, you weren’t an idiot. You thought Deuce was cute and had thought about him in a less than platonic way on multiple occasions (especially the fantasy of making him eggs in the morning after watching horror movies all night and having to comfort him.) Judging by the way he acted around you, he may have felt the same way as you did. You weren’t an idiot. The entire reason you wanted this to keep up wasn’t because of Ace or Grim.

You just wanted to see what Deuce would do by the end of the week.

“Let me get that for you.” Deuce murmured, letting go of your hand.

It was seconds later that you recognized the door to the cafe was open in front of you, Deuce staring at you expectantly.

Ah, so now he was avoiding Ace.

You smiled at him and walked through, waiting for him on the other side. Ace ceased his humming, shooting you a smug grin as Deuce took his place at your side again.

“Well, I hope you two didn’t think you were going to feed each other food or share a drink or something cheesy, because I think I’d throw up.”

Damn it.

♠

The cafe was pleasant enough.

Except for when Ace threw a straw at Deuce’s head.

Except for when Deuce kicked Ace under the table, and Ace kicked you instead of Deuce.

Except for when Deuce almost started yelling at Ace because how dare he do something so childish in public and to you no less—

Except for when one of the eel twins started laughing at the commotion you three were causing, his grin revealing his sharp teeth.

Except for when you had to tell Deuce to let it go and he looked at you for real and it was like the world stopped for a minute but then Ace started making fun of him again—

It was pleasant enough because Ace and Deuce were Ace and Deuce, and with the former acting as your third wheel, it could have gone much differently.

Deuce seemed to have apologized three times over by the time you were back at the dorms, convinced that Ace had messed up what you two had (first date jitters, you assumed. He wanted to make a good first impression, even though all of this was fake.)

Well, half of it was fake anyway.

You waited for him to stop talking about how sorry he was for Ace kicking you, asking if your leg felt okay, and saying he could go kick him back if you wanted him to. He sucked in a breath when he looked up from his shoes and realized you were staring at him again. You took your chance. You asked if he’d like a kiss. You watched as Deuce turned a million shades of red, his stomach no doubt doing flips from nerves.

Okay, yours was fluttering too. He was just not as good at hiding his as you were.

“If you don’t mind…could I give you one back?” he said so quietly as if terrified that you would run screaming for the hills at the idea of sharing affection.

“Please do.” you smiled, trying to ease his nerves even though it was so much fun seeing him flustered.

Your smugness dissipated when he leaned in, pressing a single, delicate kiss to your cheek. The breath had been sucked out of your lungs at the brush of skin and skin, the hand intertwined with yours squeezing and squeezing—

He pulled away too quickly, lips drawn into a thin line. Swallowing your nerves, you lean in and kiss his cheek as well. You let it linger just as he had, pulling away only when you felt his palm grow sweaty again.

His slack-jawed look was absolutely worth it.

♠

Thursday.

Thursday is when the realization happened.

Though, you wished it went a little smoother.

You found Deuce standing over a flower bed that morning, his hair tousled and face red. His flustered face fluttered across your mind for a moment, but you stamped the thought down when you saw the smashed vase at his feet.

Oh.

“Oh!” Deuce jumped, locking eyes with you, “Oh man, I thought you were Riddle.”

Wow, he must be really anxious if he mistook you for Riddle.

“He’s going to kill me.” Deuce murmured, combing a hand through his hair again, “I try so hard to be a good honors student and not get in anyone’s way but I keep messing up—”

“Hey.” you cupped his face, halting his train of thought immediately, “Hey. Calm down. I got this.”

There it was again. That same, slack-jawed look he always gave you. You smiled reassuringly, grabbing the hand that was dangling at his side and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“Let me handle this. I promise I won’t let you get in trouble.” you wrapped your pinky around his and squeezed.

Before he had a chance to respond, you started dragging Deuce out of the gardens. It took him a second to realize that you were trying to find Riddle. His grip tightened as panicked yells filled his brain, but he tried to quell them as best as he could. Even if you were a little weird sometimes, he trusted your judgment.

“Housewarden Rosehearts?” you called, poking your head through the doorway to the dorms.

Deuce’s panic increased tenfold when the boy himself stepped into your view. He must have been surveying the dorms to make sure nobody had trashed them—though it's not like anyone would with him around (except for Ace, but there was always at least one exception.)

“I broke a vase in your garden by accident. I went to see Deuce this morning and tripped. I’m unfamiliar with the way things work in your dorm, but I’m aware that this clumsy mistake has caused an inconvenience for everyone here. Deuce told me I should tell you immediately and apologize. I’m so sorry for my actions.” your head was lowered through the entire speech, and Deuce couldn’t help but think you were laying it on thick.

Riddle sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. You could see his face turning bright red, a telltale sign that he was getting angry that you’d learned from both Ace and Deuce. Speaking of Deuce, he was gripping your hand so tight you thought he might cut off circulation. You made no move to acknowledge him though, 

“Very well.” Riddle breathed, seemingly handling himself with a lot more composure than you expected from the stories you heard from Ace and Deuce, “If you are to be here regularly to visit your romantic partner or friends, it would do you well to learn the rules. Next time I will not be so merciful. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, Housewarden Rosehearts. I’m grateful.” you squeezed Deuce’s hand and turned on your heel, dragging him back out into the garden.

Once you were out of earshot, Deuce let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“How did you do that?” he hissed, eyes wide.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble.” you shrugged as if getting away with breaking a vase was nothing.

You really were amazing.

Deuce swallowed and began to let go of your hand, but you held him there.

“I don’t mind that your hand is sweaty.” you said, your voice sounding more like a demand than anything.

An unsaid demand for him to keep holding your hand.

You, with your pretty eyes and blinding smiles. You with your voice that could never get out of his head. You, with your pretty hands that he wanted to hold forever if he could, and you with your neverending tolerance for him.

Every time he messed up you reminded him of how good he was doing. You reminded him of what he stood for and why he tried so hard for the people he loved.

You reminded him that chances were to be taken, lest they slip away from you forever.

“I have to tell you something.” Deuce murmured, heart inching its way up his throat.

You stopped, still holding his hand in your grip, your fingers intertwined and Deuce could help but feel like he’d pass out.

Clenching his jaw, he reminded himself to not be a coward.

You stared. Waiting patiently, always waiting for him. He refused to make you wait any longer, especially not for him.

“I’m in love with—”

“Deuce.” you interrupted, bringing a shaky hand to cup his face and that’s when he knew you were just as nervous as he was right now and that made his heart flutter and sing and jump in his chest and briefly he wonders how it got back down there when he’s been so nervous but his throat doesn’t even feel tight anymore and—

“I know.” you smiled.

And that’s all you said.

“And I get it.”

Nevermind.

“What…What do you mean?” Deuce stuttered, his eyes wide and he’s certain his pupils are blown right now.

It’s like you’re the only thing that exists anymore.

“Do you want to stop this whole thing then?” you asked, letting go of his hand and he doesn’t even have the opportunity to be disappointed because you’re wrapping your arms around his neck—

But no.

He comprehends what you just said and his heart drops.

Do you want to stop?

“What does that mean?” he can feel his palms getting sweaty again, his heart racing, and blood rushing to his head.

“I mean, we can stop this now. This fake relationship we have going on. Unless I misunderstood you?” you also seem panicked, Deuce notes, as you slowly step away from him.

“You definitely didn’t.” he says, his arms dangling at his sides like dead weights, “But I’m really hoping that I’m misunderstanding you.”

“Deuce…you don’t want to keep up this front forever, do you? I mean the whole reason you asked me to do this was because of Ace. Don’t you want to make this official?”

Your words are falling out like water droplets from the clouds on that day you forgot you were dating when he stared at you with so much admiration.

His thoughts immediately grind to a halt as you say the word official and suddenly he’s light and happy and radiant instead of panicked.

“You want to date me?” he points to himself, as if the mere idea is preposterous, “What?”

“Yes!” you all but shout, throwing your hands up in the air, “I thought it would be funny to mess with Ace at first but I started realizing that I feel differently for you than I do him and that I want to be with you regardless of whatever hijinks we need to pull on Ace to get him back!”

“I—” Deuce stops himself like he’s processing everything you just said.

And you know. You understand, because he’s never been confronted like this before.

“You want to be with me.” he murmurs to himself, beginning to pace, “And I want…I want the same thing.”

“Deuce. Are we going to make this whole thing official now or not?” you grab his hand again, and he looks at you like you just asked him the most serious question in the world.

“Yeah. Yes. I’d like that.” he smiles.

And you smile back, as brilliantly beautiful as ever.

♠

Friday.

Friday is when you were confronted.

There was a noticeable change in Deuce’s attitude towards you, a switch from nervous and unsure to flustered and elated. He followed you around like a lost puppy, carrying your things as staring at you frequently. Ace was even more confused by this change in mood, if that was even possible. You thought it was charming, how quickly he switched, even if everyone around you two thought it was strange. You had no reason to believe you weren’t guilty of the same behavior, if the head pat you bestowed upon Deuce before heading into your second class of the day was an indication. You made sure you kept the public displays of affection on the down low though—you didn’t want to embarrass him too much, lest he be scared away.

“What is wrong with you two?” Ace grumbled, eyeing the two of you like he was personally offended.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tearing your eyes away from Deuce to look at your third wheel.

“You’ve been even mushier since the first few days. I thought it would get less gross.” Ace narrowed his eyes, “You guys are weird.”

There were a thousand things you could have said. You could tell Ace about how you and Deuce had been faking dating for only four days before cracking, you could tell him about the time you two gave each other kisses, you could tell him about how all of this started because Deuce had asked you to pretend to date him. Pretend to like him.

As if you needed to.

Instead, you laughed. Deuce exhaled sharply, a small smile on his face too.

“Guess it’s just weird how those things work.” you hummed, flicking Ace’s forehead.

He swatted your hand, snorting as you reached out more to whack him. Ace dodged, taking off down the hall with a taunting laugh. Deuce watched as you ran after Ace, his hand burning where you let go.

But this time, it wasn’t a burn of longing.

It was a burn of affection.

[mshroom1e]

I think if Floyd wanted to hug someone and not squeeze them it would be insanely comforting. He probably gives good warm hugs that are right enough to be secure but not hurt you

I agree! When he's in the right mood, he gives the most comforting and secure feeling hugs ever. I like to think he's a very big hugger, threatening squeezes aside. He'd apply a but of pressure but not too much that it makes you uncomfortable.

pls i think abt him too mucb

[mshroom1e]

i am sorry but the feeling of floyd hugs being comfortable doesnt sit right when he squeeze’s the air out of his victim’s 😦

or you are into it (the pain yk) 🤨

but it can be comfortable if floyd would be softer to you when squeezing 🥰

HSHSJDBD WAIT

I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT LMAOO

Agree with the last point, tho. A soft hug from Floyd would be so nice <3

[mshroom1e]

ೃ⁀➷ Trust Fall

type: headcanons

how the twst characters would react to the reader suddenly trying a trust fall on them

1.4k words

Characters: NRC Students

╰┈➤ Riddle

He'd be so caught off guard, he just freezes.

Prolly shreiks too.

You fall on the floor right away.

You get an "off with your head!"

He's just embarrassed and ends up feeling bad for letting you fall.

From then on, he refuses to walk behind you so you don't pull the same stunt again.

╰┈➤ Ace

He let's you fall.

But on purpose.

You fall flat on your back and he just laughs at you.

He helps you up though.

He's still laughing.

╰┈➤ Deuce

Panicks but manages to catch you somehow.

He thought you fell backwards by accident.

Stop you almost gave him a heart attack.

He asks if you're okay afterwards, and you tell him it was just a trust fall, and he's like "oh".

╰┈➤ Trey

He knows what you're up to.

Figures it's one of your usual antics and catches you with a fond chuckle.

Warns you not to try the same thing with Riddle though.

He can't help but to tell you to be careful so you don't get hurt if the person fails to catch you.

He's happy that you trust him enough to try a trust fall, though.

╰┈➤ Cater

He's actually quite quick to catch you.

Like Trey, he knows it's a trust fall.

He laughs and asks you to redo it but this time let him pull out his phone and record you do it.

Posts it under #friendshipgoals

(pls idk how to write this young man)

╰┈➤ Leona

He's like "dafuq" and sidesteps you.

Watches you fall.

It's not out of malicious intent. He just cannot be bothered to use any energy to catch you.

Looks at you on the ground, laughs to himself and walks away.

Calls you an airhead.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

╰┈➤ Ruggie

He's got swift reflexes, so he's another quick one to carry you.

Pay up, since he just saved your life.

You explain it was a trust fall but the cost still stands.

You pull out some madol from your pocket and hand it over to him while grumbling the entire time.

There goes your money for the next month that you managed to scrape together with blood, sweat, and tears. (no thanks to the silly bird man)

He smiles and does his little silly laugh when he gets the money off you, so maybe it was worth it.

╰┈➤ Jack

Goes to catch you but ends up fully lifting you off the ground instead.

He's ended up holding you up like Rafiki and Simba

Like Deuce, he thought you fell over and is hoping you're okay.

He's so nice 💔

You tell him it's a trust fall and he furrows his eyebrows.

Kinda feels embarrassed that he fully lifted you up now.

Awkwardly and silently puts you back on the ground with a straight face.

╰┈➤ Azul

He screams and jumps back

Jk

Or am I?

Jokes aside, he's got really good arm strength, so even if he's late to catch you, he still manages to hold you up.

He's so shook his glasses almost fall off and his face is going red from confusion.

Pretty quick to recover and uses it as a business opportunity.

He saved you from falling, so now give him your dorm building.

Theres no friends in the world of business

Sigma grindset haver /j

Mainly uses the businessman front as a cover.

He's still shook but trying to play it off.

Yk how he tries to appear smarter in front of teachers? Well, he's doing the exact same thing but tryna appear calm in front of you.

╰┈➤ Jade

He catches you pretty solid

You hear an ominous "fufufu..." from behind you.

Is disspointed you didn't pass out since now he can't use you as mushroom fertiliser /j

He flashes his usual butler style smile and stands you back on your feet.

Sorry but Jade always seems to be plotting something so I suggest you escape now.

He's already figured it was a trust fall, so no need to explain.

╰┈➤ Floyd

lmao

His reaction depends on his mood ig

If he's default Floyd, he fully picks you up and the next thing you know, you're trapped in a warm but gut crushing squeeze.

Picks you up simba style pt. 2 but it's intentional.

Pls tell me someone else also thinks his hugs would be comfortable.

He laughs with you coz ur so silly.

Puts you on the ground after a bit and ruffles your hair if you're shorter than him (he does that daily and you can't convince me otherwise)

You end up laughing too.

Watch out though, since he might pull the same stunt on you when you least expect it.

Start doing some arm workouts coz he's gonna be a hefty number to lift.

╰┈➤ Kalim

His carpet catches you.

You happen to be in his dorm and its nearby.

His younger siblings do stuff like trust falls all the time so he isn't surprised.

He's also happy you trust him enough to try one with him.

He smiles so brightly it hurts to look at.

After all, it hurts to look at the sun when it's shining.

╰┈➤ Jamil

Is so sick of your bs

Contemplates letting you fall, but he isn't feeling that mean today, so he guesses he can catch you.

Ends up catching you, but it's definitely not willingly.

Don't try it with him again coz next time, you're falling.

╰┈➤ Vil

bombastic side eye

criminal offensive side eye

He gives you the most judgemental, critical look that you even forget why you approached him in the first place.

Bro didn't even give you a chance to test out the fall on him.

Like that one auntie that silently judges you for existing.

He is not wrinkling his perfectly ironed clothes.

You do the walk of shame as you retreat.

Defeat.

╰┈➤ Rook

Man's already caught your before you start to fall.

He chuckles with his usual smile.

"Tres bien, Trickster!"

You tried to catch him off guard (an impossible task), but you're the one who got shocked instead.

╰┈➤ Epel

A quick, confused noise slips out as he catches you.

You almost hit the ground but he tried his best.

Tell him it's a trust fall and you left him so lost he needs the map.

Since there aren't many kids in the place he's from, he'd never heard of a trust fall until now.

He's glad you trust him, though, and has a small smile on his face for the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ Idia

He isn't even there.

You fall with nothing but thin air behind you.

sorry

╰┈➤ Ortho

He catches you right away and it's startling how strong he is.

You knew he'd be pretty strong, but you're still surprised a little.

He also thought you fell by accident but he's happy when you tell him it wad a trust fall.

Watch out though, since there's a close to 40% chance you'll fall on the floor if you tried it on somsone else.

He's just hoping you don't get hurt.

He's such a sweet little gummy worm <3

╰┈➤ Malleus

He instantly catches you with magic.

Genuinely thought you lost your balance.

Well done, now he's walking behind you for the next week to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself.

You tell him it's a trust fall and he's so lost he needs the map 2.0

But he's intrigued

You're quite strange, Child of Man.

You explain its only done with people you trust (usually) and he's smiling for the rest of the day.

There's no storm clouds for the next week.

You've singlehandedly made his day.

╰┈➤ Lilia

Watches you with a knowing smile.

He knows what you're doing.

Still catches you anyway while chuckling.

Says something about how funny kids are these days and leaves to go do Lilia stuff. (idk I haven't read book 7 yet lmao)

╰┈➤ Silver

You're the one catching him.

He fell asleep mid conversation and now you're left to drag him over to a nearby bench so he can rest comfortably.

bro is majestic

Watching him sleep so peacefully makes you sleepy too and you end up falling asleep as well.

Your trust fall plan ended in a joint napping session.

Idk about you but that sounds like a win to me.

╰┈➤ Sebek

He catches you.

Thinks it would be a disgrace to his training if he didn't.

You tell him it's a trust fall and he gets all smug.

"Ha! You think I can be caught of guard by the ambush of a mere human??" He says but on the inside he's happy you trust him.

Won't say it out loud though so you're left with him talking your ear off about how humans are too reckless.

That's his way of telling you to be more careful next time.

He just didn't want you to get hurt either.

After all, he does care (I hope)

◁--《

[mshroom1e]

JSJRJDHABS I LOVE THIS

“He wonders…” TWST boys dreaming about their crush (Heartslabyul)

Ace Trappola

Ace would never admit it to you that he actually fell for you. And hard. Most of the time he just tried to cover it up by teasing you a lot. In reality, Ace can’t help but constantly dream about you all the time. And he hates it.

The thought of your laughter and smile while he drones out makes him dazed and hypnotised while in the middle of class, before he’s snapped back to reality by the teacher sharply calling for his name with a stone cold glare to wake him up.

When he’s in his basketball match and you suddenly pop up in his head in a pretty outfit while asking him out on a date, his lips subconsciously pouting a little while his cheeks darkened in red shade by just a tad bit, eyes clearly not focus… and he gets hit straight in the face by the ball.

He went to the infirmary for that one, since Floyd threw it to his face a bit to hard and it gave him a nosebleed. Ace hates it that you came to the infirmary to see him, with a worried look and nagged at him things that ring out white noise to him as he starts to dream of you again while you’re here.

The effect you have on him is very clear to Ace, that you are bold enough to run rent-free in his head almost everyday and not spare him an ounce of mercy. You’re the one teasing him all the time. That’s so unfair, as if he’s in a game he has no chance of winning.

His cheeks slowly turn red again, and he looks away. “Excuse me? Are you even listening to me? I said be careful next time!” You grabbed his face by cupping his cheeks and turning him towards you. “I was seriously worried you broke your nose!”

His dreamy thoughts of you raced in his head once more. You’ll be the death of him until he could finally utter out his confession. <3

Deuce Spade

The moment he fell for you, his teenage hormones didn’t help him even try to repress it. Once he dreamed about you, he really dreamed about you.

From how he dreamt about you on a date with him on a motorbike, or the both of you having a picnic together, to dreaming of you in a white dress… n-no wait, t-that’s too early- w-wha- “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!” He shouted in the middle of the hallway while walking to class, suddenly embarrassed he yelled that while other students were around.

Every time he dreams of you, he makes it obvious that he is, unintentionally. Deuce would look dazed and almost vulnerable, cheeks flushed slightly pink, and most importantly, smiling stupidly to himself as his cheeks rest on his hands. Of course, Ace would take advantage of this to scare him while in this state, but even then would Ace start to get bored of it. Because he’s still not making a move.

He wants to tell you his little (very much an understatement) crush on you… but when you really face him he suddenly goes quiet and talks about everything but his confession. Not only that, he knows he dreams about you, and Deuce feels rather guilty for doing so and can’t overcome his shyness because of it.

As a result, Deuce came to his seniors for advice and all of them said the same thing: it’s better out of your system now than later. His dreams of you became more and more frequent, where he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to pursue a romantic relationship with you. “Deuce?”

Deuce blinked, suddenly realising he was with you in PE Class and he’s just sitting down looking aimlessly. “Come on, silly. Don’t doze off in the middle of class,” you smiled. He blushed, he was dreaming of you again. It’s now or never for his dreams to become reality… <3

Trey Clover

It’s not easy knowing if he’s dreaming or not, and he rarely does anyways. He doesn’t even know how could ever dream something so sappy and romantic… until he does.

Trey would only realise he ever has a crush on you the moment he realises he spent 5 minutes thinking about you without realising he was. He dreamt about how you two would bake together, smear frosting and batter on each other, laughing together as he hugs you from behind…

…Ah. He definitely has a crush on you. As much as Trey want to deny it, the thoughts of you loving him in a way that most definitely wouldn’t be classed as “just friends” is something he can’t reject either. So he sort of just… accepts the fact he does indeed have a crush on you.

Trey ultimately treats you the same: your kind upperclassman you can always come asking for his help. It’s just that he makes himself more obvious that he wants the relationship to bloom into something more, and open up parts of him you that he doesn’t often show. He can be a mischievous little guy if you really ask for it~ ofc he is I hate him Argh *kisses him* >://

When his dreams of you frolicking in a field of daisies while smiling warmly at each other with loving eyes makes him really embarrass, and it’s something Cater definitely teases him about because it’s just so sappy, he still wonders. And he wonders if you dreamt of him in similar situations. Not in a creepy way but… he’s be really happy if you do, he hopes you do. Because that way, he knows that perhaps his feelings are being reciprocated.

When the time is right, when the both of you are alone in the kitchen, when you two are fooling around with oblivious joy, to not care about what anyone says about the two of you teasing each other with frosting and toppings… he would tell you… tell you tha-

“Trey? Are you gonna tell me the recipe on what we’re baking today?” You giggled, snapping him out of his thoughts. Huh… his own dream had come true. Now it’s only a matter of time, just when it’s right. “Oh! Of course. I have a little surprise for you afterwards, I hope it makes you happy.” <3

Cater Diamond

He shamelessly dreams of the both of you on dates, taking couple selfies together, and so much more. The only thing is that Cater doesn’t tell anyone that, although Trey pretty much has a hunch of who he’s thinking about when he sighs dreamily with a love stricken smile.

Cater dreams very fondly over each selfie you took with him, dreaming that one of those selfies would have you kissing his cheek, or the other way around whichever you prefer. Every flirt he sends your way back then was always platonic, and you knew. But now, it seems that he desperately hopes you do pick up that there’s something slightly different.

He dreams you picked up on his flirts and just kiss him on the spot, he dreams you fell in love the moment he fell for you too, he dreams that one day the both of you could live together… wait- JFKSKDJF OKAY WOW- HE WENT THAT FAR HUH-

Cater smiled sheepishly to himself, blushing furiously as the sudden realisation hits him that his feelings for you has grown beyond just a crush. Like a… super crush…crush. Yeah, that’s it. That’s gotta be trending.

Trey shakes his head as he listens to Cater ranting about how stupid he is for realising (and as if Trey would have DEFINITELY immediately know he had a crush on anyone I wish it was me-/hj )and tells him he should really try to tell you since you’re not really picking up on any signs he throws in. “It’s either you do or you don’t Cater,” Trey’s words would always ring in his head.

If only he could skip pass the whole confession anxiety and cut straight into the acceptance of being in a romantic relationship. If only he could… “It’s either you do or you don’t, Ca-”

“Cater?” “Gah!” The poor boy being startled by you, causing you to flinch. “I-is there something wrong?” “Wrong? Me?? Pshhh, nah, never!” “…you’re not a very good liar right now.” He sighs, suddenly feeling his cheeks burning hot. It’s either you do or you don’t…

“Well, maybe one thing’s on my mind…” <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He dreams about you the moment he fell for you, but the latter feels quite guilty about it. He knows what he’s thinking are romantic fantasies but why does he dream of such when he shouldn’t? When you two clearly establish that you two were only friends?

His dreams of you at a tea party where your hands covered his, or how the two of you play croquet alone with one another, or how the two of you kiss under the rose shelter… no. He shouldn’t… Riddle believes that his thoughts were unacceptable, especially when you two are friends. And you think you two were only friends, right? Then he can’t.

Unfortunately his dreams turned him to spending less time with you, so that he’d stop dreaming of you in such way. Of course, it didn’t work. He dreamt of you more frequently than before, and sometimes even nightmares of you leaving from him for good. He knew deep down he wanted you to stay, but why such dreams?

“Well it’s pretty normal to feel some romantic feelings for your friend. I mean I had a crush on someone when I was a kid, of course, backfired hard and we moved on.” “Trey, that doesn’t sound like a good example.” “Aha… well, I wasn’t serious about it since I wasn’t thinking serious, but if you really are serious about those dreams you have of them, Riddle, you should just tell them. You never know, maybe they feel the same way about you, too.”

The boy pondered for a while. “You feel the same way”… what if you do? And yet again he dreams again. He made it his plan, to apologise to you and explain why he did so, and tell you he’s come to accept his feelings and confess. Simple, practical and straightforward. He just hopes you think it’s genuine, because he really is.

He’s thought of the scenario over and over again, smiling softly to himself about how you’d nod your head and throw yourself at him to hug Riddle, and- “R-Riddle..?” He perked his head up with a startled look. You were right in front of him, suddenly bumping into you. “Er… how are you?” You smiled sadly, and he remembered how he had secluded you from himself. “W-wait, y/n I… I’m sorry…” “A-about what?” With his cheeks tinted pink, he took a deep breath… <3

Reblogs help!^^

[mshroom1e]

I wanna squish him and chew him like bubblegum

MIGHT I. Request. That you draw Idia smiling and giggling and enjoying himself very much while holding up a cat or even several :)

KITTY WORLD NO MERCY

[mshroom1e]

Hello i wanted to ask ifyou write for all genders???

I'm more used to writing gender neutral or feminine readers, but I don't mind writing for others!

[mshroom1e]

Meet the (grand)parent

Requested by @pyroxeene [first request wah!!]

Pair: Malleus & GN!Reader (no pronouns used, second person; reader is a Fae who resided in a human settlement in BV)

Summary: You're set to meet the Queen of Briar Valley, much to your pending anxiety. Isn't it fortunate that you have such a considerate partner [and 1 stressed out valet] by your side?

WC: 2.5k

There’s a sense of trepidation in the air. Anyone can see it in the way that your foot bounces ever so slightly on the ground, and how your gaze darts around the room, as though anticipating something dire to happen. With each shift in your chair and each sigh that slips past your lips, the looming sense of anxiety grows—and it’s beginning to get to the Malleus, too. 

“You’ll put a hole through the floor at this rate,” he finally says, his voice unusually calm for the storm that’s currently brewing. You look over at him as he speaks, a flash of confusion on your face, and he points wordlessly at your bouncing leg. You sigh and force it to stop. 

“I don’t think I’d be able to afford those repairs.”

Despite the nerves, you retain a wry sense of humor about the situation as you go back to looking around the room. It’s a lobby of sorts; a buffer between the hallway and the Queen’s Study, which sits beyond an impressive mahogany door on the far wall. With its dark red walls, wooden flooring, and impressive display of artifacts that look like they date well past your years, it almost feels like you’re in more of a museum than a palace. 

Malleus sighs himself as he leans back against his seat, his chin tilting back to stare at the ceiling in thought. You glance back his way and note that his brow is furrowed, as though something is troubling him deeply. Something probably is; after all, you doubt he’s brought many partners into the Palace to meet his family. 

Truthfully, you’re thankful that it’s just the Queen you’re meeting—if you had to meet all the Senate as well, you would have dug your heels into the ground outside of those palace gates and refused to budge, no matter how hard Malleus pulled on your arm. As someone who grew up in a human village rather than a Fae one, you still find it jarring just how different the two cultures are. Whereas one comment may be seen as a joke in the human village, it may be taken as a grave offense to a Fae. Because of this, your involvement with the Crown Prince feels more like walking on a tightrope in a storm than an amicable relationship. 

“I could just fake sick,” you finally say, leaning towards him a little with a grimace. “If I make myself look queasy enough, the servants will probably usher me out anyway. They seem itching to do so.” 

Malleus scoffs softly before looking towards you, one dark brow raising in skepticism. “She’ll know you’re faking it, and then I’ll need to justify why my partner falsified an illness to bail on our first meeting. Would you really make me go through that?” 

His expression shifts to a playfully hurt one as you roll your eyes and sink back into your seat again. “No, but that doesn’t mean I’m liking this. I feel like if I move too fast someone's going to try and curse me. It’s quite jarring.” 

“Well if someone curses you, I’ll simply curse them back.” Malleus reaches out to lightly pat your hand—perhaps out of comfort, perhaps out of sympathy—before withdrawing again. You miss his touch; ever since you came into the Palace, it feels like he’s been self-aware of how often he’s grabbing your hand, or touching your arm, or standing too close to you. You understand that he has an appearance to uphold, but still… It feels quite grim. 

You’re both soon broken from your thoughts at the sound of the door to the Queen’s Study opening. A tall, lanky man dressed in impeccable attire steps out. He fixes you both with a look before closing the door behind him an steadily approaching. Malleus rises from his seat and you follow suit, using his actions as a guidance of your own as the man pauses before bending in a low bow. 

“Your Highness, and esteemed guest. Her Majesty is presently occupied with another matter, and has sent me to share her apologies for the delay. May I get you any refreshments as you wait?” 

Malleus blinks once before sitting back down which causes you to, once again, follow his actions. “Vuldar… do you know how much longer it will take?” 

The man—Vuldar—straightens back up again. He looks slightly ruffled—his collar slightly askew, his brow furrowed deeply—and you're getting a sense that the man may be a bit stressed. “Her Majesty informed me it will be within the hour, although she cannot provide a specific time.”

“Then yes, bring refreshments.” Malleus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, an action you’ve come to learn he does whenever he’s feeling frustrated. Vuldar nods quickly before turning and departing from the room, leaving both of you alone once more. 

“An hour…” Malleus grumbles, casting a glance to the window on your left. You can see that the clouds are parting over the Valley, giving you a clear view of the many forests and hills that surround the palace, as well as the impressive peaks of the mountains beyond. He taps his fingers restlessly on the armchair. “I apologize, dearest. I didn’t expect it to drag out like this.” 

“Well, it’s hard to remain on schedule when you’re ruling a nation.” You offer him a sympathetic smile, which seems to ease him as he realizes you’re not too bothered by the wait. As he turns back to focusing on the world outside, you take a moment to carefully reflect on the situation you’re in right now. 

Perhaps you can call it in over your head. Certainly, some would. Certainly, the members of the Senate would. Old money begets old money, and you’re the farthest Malleus could find from such a category. A common Fae, born to common-folk, with no affiliation to the current court or the old High Courts the Draconia’s descended from. The woven tale of your affair with one of the most powerful men in the nation was a complex one that, if it succeeded, would most likely be on-par with the likes of other forbidden loves of the ages. A Prince and a Pauper; a nation's makeshift Saint and a forgotten footnote. You can’t help but hiss between your teeth a little at the thought, which draws Malleus’ attention back your way. 

“What troubles you now?” He asks, both eyebrows now raised in interest. It’s your turn to tap your fingers on your armchair in unrest. 

“Are we sure this is the right idea? I mean, taking me to meet your family… are we sure we’re there just yet?” You glance his way, hoping to portray your thoughts right, only to see a calm, blank look in return. 

“Are you experiencing doubt?” He asks. In a way, you are; how can one live up to a person that an entire nation practically worships? Their golden son? The hope for their future? You knew that being by his side was committing yourself to a lifetime of scrutinizing looks and whispered conversations wherever you passed. Winning both man and Fae was a battle that no one—not even the Night King’s of old—had won.

“I’m experiencing concern, not doubt,” you counter, biting your lip as you do so. Malleus hums and nods in understanding at the change of phrasing. 

“Concern… yes. I suppose there is much to be concerned about.” He taps a finger to his lips before shifting to face you more directly. “Do you feel like you’re not good enough to be here? That you’re not up to par to meet the Queen?”

“Yes,” you counter, frowning. Malleus nods slowly as his eyes narrow. You can see the thoughts spinning in that mind of his and you remain quiet, allowing him to form the a coherent train before he continues. 

“My father was a commoner, you know.” 

It’s not a sentence you expected him to say, and it takes you aback as you look at him. Your expression must’ve spoken your thoughts quite clearly, because it makes a smile spread across his face and a chuckle escape from his lips. 

“Yes, my mother raised hell in the courts when she decided he’d be the one she’d marry. According to Lilia, who goaded her on about it, there were many instances where nobles tried to buy her off, to persuade her that a future queen would not benefit from marrying a man who spent his days strumming a lyre and singing in pubs—us Fae have a weakness for musicians, you know. Even my grandmother was convinced that she was simply going through a phase that she’d get out of soon enough.”

“But she didn’t?” You ask, your own lips pulling into a grin. 

“Well, I’m here, am I not? It was a hard fought battle, but my mother was more stubborn than my grandmother—a trait she inherited from my grandfather, I dare say—and she eventually outlasted everyone in the court. Their marriage was a happy one, right up until the end.” Malleus sat back again and sighed. “This is not my grandmother’s first encounter with one of her own looking to have a commoner as a partner, nor is it the court’s. If anything, I think you may be far more qualified than my father ever was for this.” 

You chuckle at the image Malleus paints. His mother, squaring against her mother and an entire court, with Malleus’ father standing slightly behind her as though she was his own personal shield. You can see that Malleus inherited both her tenacity and her stubbornness—as well as his father’s musical traits. You feel his hand lightly rest on yours again, and sigh in relief. 

Perhaps this will be okay, after all. 

—--

Sometimes, overconfidence can only take you so far. Vuldar brings you refreshments and vanishes again. You and Malleus carry on conversation after conversation; about the ongoing of the Valley, about NRC, about what you’ve both been up to in your free time. Soon enough, the study door opens once more, and Vuldar appears again with his usual stoic look. 

“Your highness, esteemed guest. If you’re ready, you may enter.”

And just like that, you feel your stomach drop once more. You look to Malleus, who offers you a light touch of reassurance on your arm, before you’re both rising and entering the Queen’s Study. It’s only when you’re in does the reality of this really start to hit you, and you don’t even register Vuldar closing the door in your wake. When Malleus drops to a low bow, you follow suit without even looking at the Queen first. 

There’s a moment of drawn out silence as you stare at the carpeted floor, only your breathing and that of Malleus’ audible in the room. Finally, a calm, commanding voice speaks from somewhere in front of you. 

“Rise, and be seated, both of you.” 

You straighten up and follow her directions, and it’s only when you’re seated do you finally raise your gaze to look her way. 

Queen Maleficia is someone that you can immediately tell is related to Malleus. They share similar electric green eyes and dark hair—although you do see streaks of silver in hers. They have the same horns, and the same porcelain skin as well. The only telltale difference between them is that Queen Maleficia’s markings on her forehead are displayed, whereas Malleus stubbornly keeps his hidden by his bangs. When her gaze meets yours, you feel a jolt of anxiety race through you. 

It feels as though she’s observing you, as well. 

“Well.” She finally says, looking from you and back towards Malleus. You feel your shoulders relax as you’re unburdened from that stare. “I must apologize for the delay; as you know, the Senate can be quite… needy in their reports.” 

“Lord Voss?” Malleus hums, and his grandmother cracks a small smile—an expression that seems to instantly make her more comfortable to be around. 

“Lord Voss.” 

“As expected. Fortunately, we didn’t mind the wait too much, did we?” Malleus looks your way, and you realize this is his method of integrating you into the conversation. You clear your throat and offer Queen Maleficia a nod. 

“Not at all. The refreshments and the room were quite nice.” 

Your answer seems to please her as she gives a small hum in response. “Good, good. Now, it’s to my understanding you grew up in one of the human villages in Briar Valley, yes?” 

You nod slightly. “Yes; I was born in one, and I’ve lived there since. It fits me well enough that I see no reason to leave.” 

“And how do you find the human villages? Are they quite adequate? Do you find that you have enough amenities to get you by?” Queen Maleficia fixes you with an interested look, and you’re beginning to feel that this isn’t just trying to learn more about you; if anything, it feels like she’s collecting information about the status of her nation. You suppose a Queen never stops her work. However, Malleus certainly does, and he politely clears his throat to interject. 

“Grandmother,” he says, his voice low with a hint. He raises an eyebrow at her. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” 

Queen Maleficia flashes him an innocent look as she leans back in her seat. “What, dearest? I was just curious. Your partner may have a diverse perspective that I don’t get to hear too often.” 

You tune in on the word choice of partner, and send Malleus a slightly wide-eyed look. For some reason, something seems significant that his Grandmother chose that versus something like ‘commoner’, or ‘friend’. Malleus seems to tune in as well as a slow, slightly satisfied grin tugs on the edge of his lips. 

“Well, perhaps you can speak with my partner further about that over a meal. We just wanted to come and greet you, after all. To show you that we have arrived safe and well.” 

Queen Maleficia hums again as she glances towards you. “Tell me—are you a musician, by chance? Or a bard?” 

Confusion flashes through you at this. “A bard…?”

“We did not meet in a pub, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Malleus counters, pinching the bridge of his nose again. Queen Maleficia chuckles and raises a hand. 

“Calm down, dear. It already happened once—I just wanted to ensure it wasn’t happening again. I will gladly join you both for dinner, if you’ll have me. It will be interesting to hear your perspective on Briar Valley from the viewpoint of someone closely affiliated with our human residents.” 

She gives you a smile that’s both amicable and polite, and you find yourself relaxing further. Between that and the banter she had with Malleus, you’re coming to see that she’s not just the Queen—she’s also a grandmother, and a very sly one at that. Malleus nods politely before standing and gesturing for you to do so. 

“Then we look forward to it. But please, don’t just speak about politics the entire night—you are meeting my partner, not a future advisor.”

“Oh, but the opportunity for both is always there,” Queen Maleficia counters, her grin now becoming more coy as she offers you both a wave. “I will see you tonight. For now, I must return to my… babysitting duties, it seems.” 

You chuckle a little at the realization she means the Senate and, with the feeling of Malleus’ hand resting on your lower back, you depart—looking quite forward to your dinner tonight, despite everything.