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Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, and Six is a Riot

ii. the sweetest tart in the red tyrant’s feast

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[notes] - Riddle my baby...he deserves so many kisses...not sure if this feels super ooc or not but i liked it so this is what we got! i wanted to write so much more for him but it got too much so i had to cut down and make a few edits. also pls don't worry a whole lot about the poll at the end just choose pls

tags: @rosieboop @aliasrising @alienlatteinspace @wishicouldart @cottage-clockwork

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ii. The sweetest tart in the red tyrant’s feast

Listen to: “Matsuri” by Fujii Kaze

An S.O.S. signal sent by Trey and Cater had the entire dorm on high alert for a last minute unbirthday party.

High alert was putting it lightly, actually.

Riddle was meticulous in scheduling unbirthday parties well ahead of time. In fact, he made sure that all the Heartslabyul students had every single party, ceremony, gathering, and the like in their calendars from the start of the year to the end.

This unbirthday party? It was in the middle of the week, in the middle of the afternoon, with only a few hours notice. Riddle must have gone insane.

“You! Get the tables set up! And you three, make sure the roses are painted red!” Trey was definitely stressed, barking orders out at the students that were already at the dorm. “Has anyone seen Cater? I need him to—”

“Trey! What’s going on, Riddle had me send out an urgent S.O.S., everyone is acting like their butts are totally up in flames—woah!”

Cater strolled in, phone in hand as he watched everyone run around, yelping as Trey caught him by his shoulders.

“Cater! Where’s Riddle? Why is he having us do the unbirthday party two days early? I’m barely even able to get a cake ready, did he tell you anything?”

Trey looked like he’d aged 30 years just from his current expression alone, and Cater was having a hard time from laughing at it.

“Pft—He’s getting his uniform on in his room. He texted me, which he neeeever does, B-T-W. I mean, he even told me to get the King’s chair.”

Hazel eyes met light green ones, blinking once. Twice. A third time.

“The…King’s chair?”

“Yuh.”

“Riddle…asked for the King’s chair?”

“Yepperoni.”

“W-wh…why?” Trey asked incredulously.

There were three special chairs in storage, alongside the normal ones brought out for parties and ceremonies.

One was called the Throne, a seat specially meant for the housewarden. It was created in the image of the Queen of Heart’s own throne and was named as such. It was large and dwarfed the person sitting in it, unless you were Riddle with his commanding presence.

The second was a small, but ornately decorated chair wrapped in gold roses and vines, though it matched the other chairs more closely than the Throne. It was reserved for special guests and mostly was used for visiting faculty and housewardens from other dorms. The third was a rare sight for most Heartslabyul students, some even made it their entire academic career without seeing it.

The King’s chair was a much smaller throne, rather lovely and almost demure, much like the king it was based on. It matched the Throne like a delicate teacup with its ornate china teapot.

Like roses and baby’s breath. Like the sun and moon. Like rain and an umbrella. Like the stars and the night sky—well, you get it.

“To be totally honest with you, I’m not sure either.” Cater sighed, picking at his cheek as he looked off to the side. “I saw someone with Riddle when he first came into the dorm, super red-faced too. They’re sitting in the lounge A-T-M, he said to have the ADeuce pair to hang out with them.”

Trey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking to his right, where the pair were bickering over the table settings.

“Really? For a guest that requires us to take out the King’s chair, they’re pretty rowdy to be hosts, he say why?”

“Well, our mystery ‘King’,” Cater emphasized the king with air quotes, “was carrying Grim, who seemed all tuckered out…now that I really think about it…”

Cater started typing away at his phone and brought up a picture, leaning into Trey’s side to show a sneaky snapshot of a person in the lounge.

“They look a LOT like (Name), see?”

Trey adjusted his glasses, squinting at the image of a person on their lounge couch. Indeed, the person in the picture looked eerily like (Name), from the hair to their eyes to the shape of their nose. Just older, with longer hair tied into a low bun and a deep red, simple suit and a pair of black, suede ankle boots on their person.

“Woah…Cater you don’t think…maybe their sibling or something also got summoned here too?”

Cater looked around, like he was watching out for someone, before leaning in to whisper to Trey like an old woman with gossip.

“I heard there were six different people summoned earlier today. And that Grimmy got (Name) into some sort of trouble and now they’re missing! Malleus is like, tooootally freaked out according to Lils, and Grimmy’s been sobbing into that person’s arms since he got here.”

A wave of concern and sympathy for the little direbeast waved over Trey as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh man, poor (Name). Poor Grim, maybe that’s why Riddle wants the two to go host them?”

“Yeah, to help calm Grimmy-Boy down, probably. I’m gonna go tell them to head over and—”

“Wait, what about Grim? We heard that something happened to (Name), but no one’s telling us anything!”

Ace and Deuce ran up to them, the former hiding his worry by crossing his arms, though he still bit on his lip. Deuce on the other hand was clearly distressed, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke.

“Everyone just keeps telling us that Riddle wants us in the lounge, but won’t say anything about (Name)!” Deuce started waving his hands as he spoke in rapidly increasing panic. “They haven’t answered any of our texts, we heard that there was an explosion in the classroom they were at. Is Grim with them?”

Trey placed a hand on Deuce’s shoulders, giving the underclassmen a reassuring squeeze on his shoulders.

“Hey, calm down. We don’t know anything, but Riddle might, he brought Grim with him a little while ago.” He decided to leave out the mention of your look-alike as he continued.

“He’ll be here soon, for now finish up what you were doing and then head to the lounge to check in on Grim, alright?”

Ace opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it, huffing and nodding as he tugged Deuce along to finish their original tasks.

Trey sighed, adjusting his glasses as he turned back to Cater.

“We should also get our stuff done, I’m going to take a small group with me to try and get some food and tea going so that I can focus on the cake. Did you get someone to grab the chair?”

Cater smiled, bringing his fingers up in a peace sign up to his eye as he winked.

“Yessirrrrr! I sent a few clones of mine to get the rest of the tables and chairs, I’ll help everyone finish up!”

He paused, eyes widening as he looked behind Trey and cringed.

“Oop, Riddle’s coming this way, and he does NOT look very slay.”

Trey raised a brow and turned around, blinking at the site of an unusually disheveled Riddle, well disheveled for him.

His crown was starting to slip off his head, the train of his cloak was all twisted as it dragged behind him, even his tie was slightly skewed off his neck.

“Riddle! Are you okay? You’re not usually so frazzled.”

Riddle cringed, cheeks red from embarrassment, as he adjusted his uniform.

“My apologies, this is unbecoming of a housewarden, but there’s been a bit of a—” Riddle thinned his lips as he pondered what to say. “—let’s say an event. We have a very important guest of honor, and it’s of the utmost importance that this unbirthday party is perfect!”

The short housewarden looked around, spotting Ace and Deuce as they threw their paint brushes haphazardly into empty cans and rushed past the group to the lounge.

“Cater, I presume you sent them to entertain our guest I mentioned?”

Cater nodded and gave Riddle a thumbs up. “Yep! Kinda confused about why our favorite troublemakers are going though, wouldn’t it totes better if maybe me or Trey go instead? I’m like, such a good host!”

Riddle shook his head, sighing as he crossed his arms.

“No, trust me. They’re the best pair for our guest. And…” Riddle turned red again, looking around towards the gardens. “You got the King’s chair out of storage, yes?”

Nodding, Cater shared another look with Trey before the green haired man gingerly asked, “About that, the King’s chair is only for a housewarden’s partner. You of all people know that, so why are we taking it out for a guest…”

Trey paused, blinking in astonishment as Cater did the same. Riddle was turning red once again, all the way down to his neck, as his two hairpieces stood straight up. However, he didn’t look angry, not at all.

Riddle looked embarrassed, flustered even, especially at the mention of a partner.

“That’s exactly why it’s being brought out, though it’s a bit complicated…”

Riddle had left you in the lounge a while ago, stumbling over his words and cheeks red as he asked you to wait until he sent someone for you. It was awfully cute, you hadn’t seen your husband get so shy around you since you first started dating.

It probably didn’t help that you kept cooing over him as you walked over to the Hall of Mirrors, making the other ‘Yous’ and the housewardens give you two looks.

Mostly amused ones, though you think the other students were waiting for Riddle to blow up in anger.

Now that Riddle had left you, muttering about needing to get dressed and check on the garden, you were focused on the little creature on your lap.

Grim was almost catatonic, ears drooping down as he let out a whine. He leaned into your hand though as you scratched behind his ears, his favorite spot, despite any denials about it.

“…Hey (Na)—um—Tart?”

You looked down, titling your head at Grim and giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yes Grim?”

Sitting up in your lap, Grim fiddled with the gem on his collar, it looked a bit cloudy from the blot he accumulated earlier, though it was fading out.

“What was it like when you came here? Did it feel weird when the cracks started growing?”

You knew he was actually asking if it hurt. Based on what Riddle was saying when walking over to the dorm, the younger you was screaming in pain.

“A…bit. I think I was more shocked than anything. But I’m alright, and I’m sure (Name) is too.”

You lied smoothly, and the little guy relaxed a bit, leaning against your chest as he murmured to himself.

“Hmm? What was that?”

“...I’m kinda hungry…”

You snorted, ruffling Grim’s fur as you stood up and moved your arm to let him crawl up your shoulder. It was a bit nostalgic, it had been a few years since he’d been small enough for you to hold and carry again.

“Let’s get some food then, I’m sure we can sneak a little snack from the kitchen!”

Grim smiled and purred, vibrating against your shoulder as he slumped over like a potato sack. It had been years since you’d been in Heartslabyul, but from all the time you'd previously spend with your husband here, you knew it like the back of your hand.

The halls were winding and trippy, for lack of a better word, but once you got the hang of it, walking through them was a breeze.

It did smell like the kitchen was being used, a sweet, familiar smell of fruits and sugar wafting in the air. It made you want to drool, like a cartoon character floating to a pie.

“Hmm, Trey’s baking~ Ugh, I haven’t had it in so long!”

You pouted, making Grim tilt his head and purr in confusion,

“Whaddya mean? We don’t get Trey’s treats anymore in the future? Myah! I can’t have that!”

A soft chuckle left you as you two peeked over the entryway to the kitchen. It looked empty, but the oven light was on, accompanied by a sweet smell of vanilla. The other entry led to the halls connected to the patio and gardens, and you could just make out the sounds of students running around. No doubt preparing a surprise unbirthday party.

“No, no Grim, I’m exaggerating. We visit the bakery every Sunday morning for some tea and pastries. It’s like a little tradition for us!”

You carefully tiptoed in, mouth watering as you eyed the cake slowly rising in the oven. There were strawberries on the counter, half cut and half still whole, like someone left midway through baking. Based on the heavy whipping cream and sugar alongside it, you suspected that Trey was baking a strawberry shortcake.

He wouldn’t miss a single strawberry, right?

Your husband’s voice was ringing in your ears as you plucked one of the berries and rapidly backed away, taking half of it in a bite and offering the other half to Grim, who swallowed it whole gleefully.

Riddle would be chastising you right now if he were here. Angrily wagging a finger at you as he went on and on about how rude and unsanitary it was to take an ingredient from the kitchen. He’d huff as you smile at him and offer a kiss as an apology, teasingly offering a taste of strawberry from your lips.

If your husband was here, you’d do just that. But you don’t know where he is, if he’s alone, if he’s safe. Really, though, you shouldn’t worry, Riddle had always been more than capable of taking care of himself.

But what if he was hurt? Riddle was an excellent mage with powerful magic at his disposal, even more so as an adult, he’d be fine. What if he’s lost, completely isolated from anyone or anything? If there’s a will, there is a way, and Riddle was much more stubborn than he liked to admit. What if you don’t find your way back to him? Can you really trust Crowley when he never found you a way home?

You swallowed tightly at the thought, staring down at your hands and fiddling with the gold ring on your left ring finger. It was a ruby, with leaf motifs on the crown and band, making it look like a rose. A lovely red that reminded you of Riddle.

“I hope he’s okay…” Grim turned his head at you and let out a curious ‘mrrph?’ as you smiled at him. “Riddle, my Riddle I mean. I’m sure he is, he might even be with your (Name)!”

Grim looked reassured with that thought, mindlessly kneading into your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah, they probably are.”

Both of you sighed as you leaned against the kitchen island, staring off into nothing in particular. The sounds of students rambling, the stomps of running, the smell of strawberries and roses. It was all so nostalgic.

You think you could even hear the sounds of Ace and Deuce arguing, just like they did back then, and just like they still do now.

… Actually, now that you thought about it, their voices were getting closer and closer, footsteps against the tile floors growing louder as the two burst into the other entrance of the kitchen.

“Move Deuce! You’re getting in the way—”

“—No, you move! You and your big as—big dumb mouth will only stress Grim out!”

“YOU’RE CUSSING! I’M TELLING RIDDLE AND—”

Ace stopped and stared at you, almost comically so, like a cartoon character as Deuce bumped into him. The latter gave Ace a stink eye before following his line of sight and similarly giving you a bulging-eyed stare.

“W-wha—you—Grim—who—”

“WAAAH! ACE! DEUCE!” Grim cried out, bolting from your shoulder to jump into Ace’s arms. You winced as his rear claws slightly dug through your clothes into your skin as you used you as a catapult, but looked at your best friends’ young selves.

Deuce stammered over his words, narrowing his gaze as Ace clicked his tongue at the cat-sized beast sniffling into his arms.

“Ace…” Grim’s voice was shuddering and whiny as he dug his head into the ginger’s chest. “I messed up…(Naaame)...”

His eyebrows and eyes just very so slightly softened at the sight. Ace was always much softer than he liked to admit, just with your little group of four, though. Still was.

“Grim…what’s going on bud? Where’s (Name)? And who’s the lookalike?” Deuce gave a firm nod in agreement to Ace’s questions. “Just tell us what you did.”

His ears flattened down against his head, Grim curling himself even smaller into Ace’s arms as he mumbled.

“I messed up a spell again…(Name) got…” Grim let out a whimper. Of guilt or fear of disappointment again, perhaps both. “(Name) got caught in it.”

Both Ace and Deuce tensed as they shared a look, then glanced at you. Then back at each other. Then back down at Grim.

“Grim…is that person…”

“Did you…”

You let out a sigh of relief that the pair figured it out so quickly. It spared you of an awkward explanation—

“Did you make them old???”

“I am not old!!!” You scoffed, indigent, as you crossed your arms and tapped your foot like a parent scolding a kid might. “I am only in my twenties, thank you very much!”

Ace pointed a finger at you, still cradling Grim in the other, and smirked.

“Where in your twenties? Cause early is fine, but middle and late is pushing it!”

“Middle and late twenties is not old, Ace! It is still very much young, thank you very much—wait, why am I arguing with you on this? You don’t even have a fully developed frontal lobe yet!”

“And you do? So how old does that make you then?”

You closed your mouth as quickly as you opened it, noticing Ace’s smug look, huffing and rolling your eyes.

“I’m not saying! You know it’s rude to ask someone their age!”

Deuce looked between you two with wide eyes, cringing as Ace pointed a finger at you triumphantly.

“AHA! That’s just another way to say you’re old!” Ace looked down at Grim and giggled as he ruffled the top of his head. “Aw Grim, you just aged (Name) up a couple of years! I’m sure Professor Crewel can make a point to make them normal, I don’t know why you’re crying—”

“They’re not my (Name)!” Grim cried out, though he sounded more frustrated by now, there were still remnants of tears in his eyes and wet streaks down his furry cheeks. “That’s one of the different (Names).”

“Different—”

“—(Names)?”

The two gave the other a look as they finished each other’s sentence, annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. You were reminded just how much they pretended to dislike each other at this age, the stark contrast from how they were back home was almost amusing. You couldn’t wait to tease them about it.

“Maybe we should sit down and talk. I’m sure the others still need some more time to set up the party, so I can catch you up.”

Riddle’s left eye twitched as he eyed the bunches of roses. There were the usual painted roses to his left, plain red roses in the middle, and plain white on the right.

“Rule 469 states that we should decorate using both red and white roses for new friends, but would…they…count as a new friend?”

Cater gave a confused hum and twirled a piece of hair around his finger as he gave it some thought.

“Hmm…To be totes for real, I’m not super sure Riddle. I mean, technically we know (Name), so they aren’t a new friend. But Tart isn’t exactly our (Name), so like, they could really be way different from what we’re used to.”

Cater sighed, as did Riddle, who crossed his arms as he shook his head in frustration.

“But they’re rather—” He chose to ignore how Cater had to withhold an amused smile at the way Riddle blushed. “—familiar with me. I fear it might offend them as they’re—”

Riddle turned even redder, the words, ‘my spouse’ stuck in his throat like a sugar cube that didn’t fully dissolve into his tea.

So sweet and pleasant on his tongue, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it out loud.

It was pathetic. Absolutely and utterly pathetic at how just the thought of you being his spouse made his heart jump from his chest. You’d given him such a sweet smile, spoken to him in a giddy but fond tone back in the classroom, it made him both want to throw up and melt.

“M-my—ahem—my spouse. And since we’re taking the King’s chair out of storage for them, perhaps it would be more fitting to stick with the painted roses.”

Cater nodded in agreement and gave Riddle a wink.

“Sure thing Rids! I’ll let everyone know and get the last decorations all set! Why don’t you check on Trey back in the kitchen, he was pretty worried about the treats earlier.”

Really, he meant, “Go talk to Trey and relax.” Riddle was more than aware that he’d been out of character since arriving with you, though he sent you off into the lounge and avoided the general building since. It wasn’t as if he’d been avoiding you, Riddle admitted to himself that he was incredibly curious.

It’s just…well…he knew himself well enough that he could admit he was fond of you. And it wasn’t every day that he could get a peek into a future that could quite literally speak back to him in full sentences. If normal divination spells worked like that, then reading tea leaves and crystal balls would be for naught.

“Yes, I should see how Trey is doing, will you have the rest of the decorations and arrangements complete by noon?”

Cater gave him a thumbs up and turned on his heel towards the group of students frantically running around the garden, doing their best to prepare.

Riddle felt bad, he truly did. He’d made it a point to schedule all the unbirthday parties for the year by orientation so that he could have all the incoming freshmen prepared. Not only was it more efficient this way, it meant no one could use the excuse of “I didn’t know!” to skip out on work or the party itself.

But it wouldn’t be appropriate to have the future version of his spouse (he both loved and hated how warm the thought made him feel) visit the dorm and not be honored as a guest.

Still, he wasn’t sure just how to approach you. Would it be better to be respectful and chaste? Perhaps he should treat you how he’d normally do so, but if this version of you was his spouse, would you be expecting more…affection?

You’d practically tackled him back at the classroom, clinging to him like you’d been together for ages.

He supposed that for the (Name) sitting in the lounge at this moment, that was a fact of life. Riddle wasn’t stupid, he saw the ruby ring on your finger—a Roseheart family heirloom—and he knew that he’d never dare ask his mother for it unless he’d been with you for years.

Frankly, he’s surprised that his mother actually approved of the union. In a different time, yes, but still. Riddle does briefly consider that his father or even his grandparents could have also given their blessings.

No. Not even over her own dead body would his mother allow anything related to him to happen without her approval. He’s positive she would crawl out from the afterlife, nails digging into the crust of the earth where her grave laid if she so much as sensed that something was happening without her.

Riddle suppressed a shudder at the thought as he stepped into the kitchen, where Trey and a few dorm members were shuffling between each other. The sounds of whisks against metal bowls, a knife on a cutting board, and the sweet smell of vanilla made him relax.

Something familiar, something running smoothly, something that wouldn’t give him a massive migraine.

“Almost cool enough. Hey, when you’re done with the whipped cream, bring it over so I can start layering—oh, Riddle.”

Trey had been glaring at the cakes in front of him with mild annoyance, as if he could will them to cool down faster on the wire racks, before noticing Riddle and giving him a soft smile.

“I think we’ll manage to have the cakes done half past twelve, thankfully I had some premade tarts and pastries already prepared for the croquette tournament.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ll just have to make some more next week.”

Riddle felt guilt build up in the back of his throat as he nodded.

“I appreciate you working so quickly on this. Please forgive the additional stress, it’s not everyday we have such…an important guest.”

“Hey Housewarden!” A rabbit beastman with white, ringlet curls and red eyes snuck up behind Trey and peered at Riddle with a curious smile. “That guest wouldn’t happen to be the person in the lounge with Ace and Deuce, would they?”

Relief flooded his system, as despite how much trouble the pair was, Riddle knew just how close they were to you.

“Yes, Timmy, that’s correct. I assume they’re comfortable and are being treated well?”

The beastman hesitated before nodding.

“I mean, I think so? They’d been having a squabble a bit ago, but they were also laughing, so I think it’s all in good fun.”

A mischievous smile crossed Timmy’s as cooed out, “Plus, they’ve been talking an awful lot about you Housewarden. Didn’t think you were into older—oof!”

A swift elbow from Trey into his stomach made the other keel over and groan in pain. Riddle felt the tale-tell heat of rage grow under his skin as he gave a stern glare to the rabbit.

“If you have time to eavesdrop on others' conversations, then perhaps you don’t have enough tasks to keep you occupied. Take the dishes that are ready and get the tables set up, remember what happens to rabbits if Rule 628 is broken!”

Despite Trey’s rather soft scolding, the other man turned pale and nodded, swiftly grabbing a tray of scones and tea before rushing off. The green-haired man nodded at the others in the kitchen as well, who followed suit with the rest of the dishes, leaving the two of them alone.

“...Thank you, Trey. I’d hate for our guest to be greeted with a collared guest at a party in their honor.”

Trey simply reached for the now abandoned bowl of whipped cream, eyeing the consistency before deeming it sufficient for use as he spread it on top of the cakes.

“Yeah, our ‘guest’ who you’ve been avoiding since you arrived, Riddle.”

RIddle stiffened, huffing as he turned his look away from Trey’s critical gaze.

“I’ve been checking in on everyone, I’m sure it’s stressful for everyone to have to prepare for an unbirthday party that wasn’t meant to happen for weeks. I sent Ace and Deuce to host them for the time being, but I fail to see what is wrong with that!”

“Yes, but Riddle.” The layers were coming together nicely as cut strawberries were gently placed in the whipped cream.

“You had us bring out the King’s chair. You spent 30 full minutes agonizing with me over the right tea and cake to serve. And another 10 with Cater on the roses, when normally you’d already have these details set. You know (Name), even if this is a different version of them, they won’t be so worried about the little details.”

Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, sighing heavily.

“I know. I do, I really do. It’s just…”

Trey’s eyes were still focused on decorating the cake in front of him, but he nodded, giving Riddle a confirmation that he was listening.

“How in the world am I meant to properly respond to them? All the rules of etiquette are a blurred line with them!”

Riddle felt a blush coming on again as he thought about the way you hugged him against your chest, your hands on his cheeks, the loving smile. He’d only had dreams about those sorts of things, and now they were reality.

“Riddle, if Tart is making you uncomfortable, I’m sure you could speak to them and explain.”

Trey turned back to face Riddle, his face full of concern.

“You don’t know them like that, you don’t have to pretend to like it for their sake.”

He’s always hated how easily his face got red. He hated how silly it made him look when he was angry, but this was worse somehow.

“That’s not exactly…” Riddle looked up at Trey and gave him an embarrassed cringe. “I don’t dislike their familiarity, Trey. It’s just, how am I supposed to interact with them?”

A bit of silence stretched over the two as Trey stared at Riddle with an unreadable expression. The lack of emotions on his face made Riddle uncomfortable, it was unlike Trey.

“Riddle, do you…” Trey finally gave Riddle a teasing smile. “Do you fancy (Name)? Is that what has you all distracted?”

Riddle did not appreciate the snorts that started escaping Trey as the other covered his grin.

“Trey. Do not test me at this time. I’m not in the mood.”

“Please, you’re not gonna collar me Riddle, we both know that. Besides, it’s sweet.” Trey’s smile grew as he fondly continued. “Now that I think about it, you’re kind of reminding me of how my little brother acted when he got a crush on a girl at school. It’s a normal thing, you know?”

Riddle raised a brow at Trey, deciding to rest his elbows on the kitchen island and cover his face with his hands, lest someone walk in and see the state of him.

“Please don’t compare me to a child, and this is certainly not the same. My future spouse is sitting a few rooms away, wearing a family heirloom as a ring, I think I deserve a bit of grace here…”

He could feel Trey pat Riddle on the back, soothingly rubbing him. Riddle wonders if Trey did this with his siblings too?

“It wasn’t just me either, Trey. You heard there were 6 versions of them in total, yes?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Six versions of the (Name) we know,” He almost uttered out ‘and love’ before catching himself. “And of those six, only one is familiar with me.”

One possibility, and five failures. Riddle hates that he didn’t even realize that the other five also fancied you. In hindsight, they had to, they’ve all been sweet on you in different ways. Too stuck in his own head and feelings to realize, Riddle hated the pangs of jealousy in his chest at the other versions of you clinging to the others.

“Well, why don’t you talk to them? Who knows, maybe you’ll get a hint on wooing our (Name)!”

“Or they can tell you how you got together!”

The two jumped in surprise as Cater poked his head into the kitchen, eyes sparkling in excitement.

“How long were you there? It’s rude to listen to others' conversations.” Riddle crossed his arms, unamused at Cater avoiding eye-contact.

“Aw Rids, that’s not important. What’s totes important here is taking advantage of a huuuge opportunity! You literally have a chance to totally make sure that you get with (Name) and that I win my bet!”

Riddle and Trey stared at Cater, one baffled and the other looking as if he aged 30 years.

“Cater, please don’t tell me that you made a bet on Riddle’s love life.”

“I didn’t make a bet on Riddle’s love life!” Cater paused, glancing between the two before chirping, “But I diiiid make a bet on (Name’s) love life! And I have a good chunk of money on our very own housewarden and them getting together—woah woah woah, hey!”

Putting his hands up in defense and scrambling across the room to put the island between a reddening Riddle and him, Cater defended himself.

“We totally have a great opportunity, Riddle! You really like (Name), we can tell.”

Riddle paused, thinning his lips as he asked, “...Is it that obvious?”

“Incredibly/Very much so.” Both Cater and Trey responded much faster than Riddle liked, before the former smiled and gave a suggestion.

“Now, obviously you two get together in a possible future, but as you know, part of divination is using magic to get information and use that to your advantage. You don’t think I’m only good at astrology for aesthetics, do you?”

Cater winked at Riddle with a smirk as he glanced at his phone and started typing away.

“So, why don’t I have our favorite little pair try to scope out some information while we finish setting up the party, then you and I can talk about how to make sure that we use that to our advantage?”

“You could also just ask.”

An unholy sounding yelp left Cater’s mouth as he, along with Riddle and Trey, jumped at the sound of your voice.

You strolled into the kitchen, Grim on your shoulders, while Ace and Deuce followed.

“Heya guys! How much longer until we can get the party started?” Ace grinned, eyeing the near finished cake behind Trey. “I’m starvin’ ya know!”

“Tsk—Rule 739, guests may only begin feasting once the Queen and her King have completed their third and a half course of tea, you should know that Ace.”

Riddle shut his mouth as soon as he’d opened it, as you’d beaten him to the punch. Ace’s face soured as he deflated and wrinkled his nose at you.

“Ew. When you told us you’d married the Housewarden in the future, I didn’t think it’d meant you’d become Housewarden 2.0.”

You let out a melodious laugh, eyes crinkling at their corners as you replied, “Well, I don’t know about that, I don’t think anyone could compete with Riddle’s memory. My Riddle has our anniversary date memorized down to the minute, believe it or not.”

From the corner of his eyes, Riddle noticed Trey and Cater’s expressions. Trey had his head tilted, eyeing you curiously. Cater on the other hand was much more excited, holding his phone up to cover the lower half of his face. He’s fairly sure that Cater mouthed out, ‘cute’ at you.

Riddle made eye contact with you as your eyes softened at the sight of what he had to assume were red cheeks. He’s been ever so awfully red today, hasn’t he?

“Oh Riddle my dear, are you alright? Ever since I’ve been here, you’ve been nothing but shades of pinks and reds. We don’t have to have the unbirthday party if it’s causing stress—”

“Nonsense!” Riddle barked, making everyone but you jump. “The Queen of Hearts welcomed but a small child to her unbirthday party with open arms, why shouldn’t I do the same with someone as important as you Tart?”

With a stomp of his staff on the ground, the four other Heartslabyul students stood straight at attention, awaiting Riddle’s orders.

“Ace. Deuce. Go see to it that the garden has been tended to, I want to see it in pristine condition!”

“Yes Housewarden!”

The pair gave a brief bow of their heads before running off towards the garden. Riddle turned to Cater next, who inclined his head and smiled.

“Yes Housewarden?”

Riddle turned to him and let out a command, “Go ensure that all my card soldiers have their uniforms in perfect condition. I will not have a single student in my dorm with so much as a rose pin out of place! Understood?”

“Aye-aye! I’m to it!”

Cater gave another glance at you before grinning and skipping off, leaving just Trey, who was giving a small smile to Riddle.

“I can continue here, once the others return from taking out the tea and pastries, I’ll have them help me finish up the rest of the food. We should be ready to hold the party by one o'clock otherwise.”

“Good. Very good, then.” Riddle let out a huff, eyeing Grim’s hungry stare at the various bowls of sweetened mixtures and fruits. “Grim, I trust that you remember Rule 89, yes?”

Grim let out soft, kitten-like growls and mumbled something under his breath, which made you smile and chuckle. You leaned in to whisper something into his ear, which made Grim perk up and give you a quizzical look.

“Hm? I guess I can, but then I can’t eat Trey’s baking!” Grim whined, his ears dropping down.

“Aw, well, I’m sure we can save you a slice of cake for later, and even a tart.” You glanced at Riddle and pleaded, “Can’t we Riddle? Let’s save him a few treats so he can go check in on the others, make sure they’re setting in with the other dorms?”

Riddle blinked at you two for a few moments, before understanding washed over him. The other (Names) in the dorms, it makes sense. They would probably want to check in on Grim as well, especially after his sobbing fit from Malleus’s chastisement back in the classroom.

“Of course, Trey will ensure that Grim has something left to look forward to on his return.”

Riddle gave a nod to Trey who nodded back, glancing back at you and staring for a moment.

“Tart is what you’re going by, right?”

You hummed in affirmation, walking towards the two of them, hands fidgeting with an old black and white striped fabric tied to one of your belt straps. It looked rather tattered, with one end hanging lower than the other, a pin holding it down.

“Yes, I thought it would be cute since Riddle has always loved tarts so much! You know, we actually only had a small cake for us to cut into at our wedding, instead we served a bunch of fruit tarts as dessert!”

The beaming smile on your face as you reminisced, a romantic and far-off look in your eyes alongside it. You turned your attention to Riddle and added, “You made the suggestion, you know, despite tradition. Everyone else was surprised at the reception.”

“Did I really?” Riddle sputtered, positively baffled at the idea. Yes, he liked tarts, but he couldn’t imagine that he would allow himself to stray from rules and tradition. Yes he was less strict now, but to completely abandon them was out of the question!

You laughed, now in front of him and eyeing his uniform. “Don’t be too surprised, I pushed for you to change at least one thing up about the wedding, everything else was pretty much your traditional Rosarian wedding.”

Pursing your lips, you reached for Riddle, who hesitantly backed away. He eyed you, noticing the falter in your smile, before leaning back in. He breathed in a deep breath as you adjusted his collar and tie, wiping down the front of his coat and tending to his cloak.

You were wearing some sort of cologne or perfume that smelled like strawberries and roses.

“Sorry, I used to double-check your uniform for you.” You mumbled under your breath, backing away to eye his appearance until you were satisfied. “Perfect as always, I just like to feel useful sometimes.”

Trey cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head as if he was interrupting something.

“Housewarden, perhaps you can take them for a tour through the maze? It seems like it’s been a while since they’ve been to the school. I can come for you when the party is ready.”

“Ah, of course, wonderful idea Trey. Shall we, (Na—) Tart?” Riddle cleared his throat, gesturing to the exit with an open hand. Before he could react you gingerly looped your left arm with his right and hooked it close to you, effectively trapping his arm to your body.

“That would be nice, let’s go!” Practically dragging Riddle with you, you waved with your free hand behind you and chirped. “We’ll see you in a bit Trey!”

Riddle let out a yelp as he tripped over his feet, heels clicking against the tile as you made your way out, passing the tea garden into the maze, only slowing once the sounds of students talking and plates clinking were far away.

Why was he allowing you to drag him around like this? This couldn’t possibly be a habit of yours, there’s no way he’d allow it! Right?

Right?

No, he was just out of sorts from the peculiarity of it all. Your presence would throw anyone in for a tizzy, he’s sure the other housewardens are also experiencing…distress?

Was he distressed? No, Riddle doesn’t think so. Glancing up at you, a peaceful smile on your face as you two finally took a leisurely pace, he didn’t think he was distressed.

He actually felt a bit of content, happy even, now that it was just the two of you and no other prying eyes. Riddle took a look at your hands wrapped around his arm, once again eyeing the ring on your finger, and let himself smile.

“Well? Are you going to ask?”

Riddle let out a confused hum as he looked back up at your face, the teasing smile on your lips making him nervous once again.

“Ask? Ask you what?”

You unwrapped your left hand from his arm and presented it in front of you two, wagging your ring finger, making the ruby glitter in the sun, as you sang, “Ask how this happened~ Cater doesn’t often give you advice, you know?”

A soft ‘ah’ sound left Riddle as he swallowed a lump in his throat, the ring’s glitter and shine calling for him, mocking him.

Just how did he manage to give you that ring?

“Yes, well. I s-suppose I am a bit curious. It’s no small feat that you’re wearing a family heirloom, I imagine that we c-courted for quite a few years before marriage was even on the table.”

Riddle managed to stammer out his words, gesturing down a pathway that kept you two close to the eastern side of the maze, where it would be easier to get back to the tea garden.

“Ah, yes. Since the end of my first and your second year.” A soft sigh left your mouth as you frowned. “We got married a few years after you were appointed to the Magistrates’ Court, though this ring isn’t your family’s ring.”

“What?” Riddle puzzled, taking a closer look at your ring with confusion. “No, that can’t be. I’ve seen the ring, it has the—”

“Rosehearts’ family crest built into it? I know. You were very proud when you proposed to me, telling me about how you had it commissioned to be an exact replica, a new heirloom for us to pass down ourselves.”

You gave Riddle a grin and winked.

“You could’ve had the goldsmith and jeweler make something new, but I’m pretty sure you had this made to spite your mother since she wouldn’t give you the original.”

Riddle scoffed in disbelief, staring up at you in wonder. Him? Spite his mother? He knew now that her treatment of him growing up was far from ideal, but it was hard to imagine him deliberately spiting her—wait.

“Did you say court? The Magistrates’ Court?!” Riddle questioned, finally reaching an end of the maze with a stone bench to sit on. As he led you to it to sit, he continued.

“I was appointed to the court? Really?”

“Oh yes! It’s part of the reason dear Louise Rosehearts hated me and refused to give you her blessing.” You clicked your tongue, drumming your fingers against your thigh.

“When you decided to pursue law instead of medicine for your fourth year internship, she was distraught. Her plans for you to become a great magical doctor all came tumbling down. Ugh…”

You winkled your nose in distaste, giving Riddle a look and smirking.

“Blame me for it. Said I was a baaaad influence on her precious son, probably didn’t help that there are no records of me existing before NRC.”

Riddle furrowed his brows as he clenched his fists in his lap, staring at you as you fidgeted with the striped cloth he’d noticed earlier. He could finally see the pin clearly now, an old, golden crown that needed to be polished, as its shine was dulled from age.

“Is that my…”

“Your tie? Yes, it is.” You coaxed another flush of red to his cheeks as you curled a finger under his chin with a playful look. “You gave it to me when you first asked to court me. Tied it around my collar when I agreed, like you were staking a claim.”

“Why, I would never! That’s certainly a claim!” Riddle waved off your finger with an exasperated scoff, though the thought of you still wearing the tie years after being together was satisfying in a way.

“I’m not some mongrel that needs to use a tie to mark someone as mine, my words and intentions are just enough!”

Riddle’s voice rose. He was a bit offended that some version of himself out there would do such a crass thing, like a cat rubbing itself on its belongings. Then again, there was a certain beastman who also had a version of you, so perhaps his other him had his reasonings.

“Oh Riddle, of course they are, I’m just teasing.” You waved your hands, frowning. “I’m sorry, my darling, I’m just used to bantering with my husband. Years of being together, and I’m forgetting that you don’t know me like that, do you?”

You had such a sad look on your face, it made Riddle melt into a puddle and stutter over his words.

“Well I—it’s just that—it’s not like we aren’t friends at least—I just, it’s just—how do we get together again?”

The sad look turned into a much happier one, nostalgic almost, as you smiled and clasped your hands together as you excitedly gasped.

“Oh, like I said, you asked to court me at the end of the year, but we’d been sort of, hm, tiptoeing the line ever since the beginning of the year. After your…well, you know.”

Overblot. Riddle shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the thought. That didn’t make sense though, even if he helped you with the issues that cropped up during the Spelldrive tournament and Leona’s own overblot, you and he hadn’t exactly been very close.

He’s only recently noted his affection for you.

“Mmhm, you and I spent a lot of time together, you helped me catch up with the curriculum, would invite me over to tea parties a whole lot, and your dream even had me—oh…”

You paused, noticing Riddle’s increasing confusion at your words. Instead you cleared your throat and noted, “Maybe I’m saying too much, I don’t want to reveal too much of the future anyways.”

“Oh. Right, I see.” He deflated, immediately straining up and taking a deep breath. “I’d rather win over you with my own efforts in any case. I have confidence in my abilities.”

Riddle closed his eyes and nodded to himself in satisfaction. You said that in your time you and your version of him began courting at the end of this school year, so he still had time.

Marriage hm? It was a pleasant thought, very much so. Various ideas of just how to ensure it would happen swam through his mind, until your hands on his cheek brought him back to the present.

Turning his head to look at you, Riddle felt his face heat up as you leaned closure, your other hand brushing away his hair from his forehead. A chaste, sweet kiss was placed on his forehead as you giggled against the skin. He’s positive the red in his face was now falling down his neck to the rest of the body.

“I-I say! That’s quite inappropriate! I’m not—”

“My Riddle, yes I know. But still.” Leaning back, your hands still cradling his face, you rebutted.

“I know him, so I know you a bit too. Don’t think too much, my dearest, just let whatever relationship you have with your (Name) progress naturally. I can’t say for sure it will turn out the way you want, but they’ll still cherish you regardless. Though, I obviously have a bias on whom they should choose.”

You giggled, pulling Riddle close again to press a kiss to the crown of his head, making him left out a high-pitched squeak.

“O-of course.” Riddle waved your hands off him, fighting back an embarrassed smile that threatened to grow on his lips. Decorum can wait, just for a bit. “I think I can hear Trey call for us. I would like to hear more about the future though, I’m having a hard time believing I’d ever spite my mother over anything, rather than just cut her out.”

Riddle smiled as you let out a cackle, eyes squinting in mirth as you took his arm once again, having it offered to you this time.

“Oh trust me, Riddle, when you get older, you’d be surprised just how catty you can be.”

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#⊹emi reblogs⊹#twisted wonderland x reader #omg i am so excited for how this series will continue #can not believe I got here this early #riddle is a cutie in this one

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nobodysnowhere · 4 months ago

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Late-night carpet ride

A How-To guide to giving poor Jamil a heart attack

Summary: A late-night carpet ride with our favorite sunshine

Cast: Kalim, gn reader

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You find yourself surrounded by trees, their long branches seemingly reaching out to you.

‘Another dream?’

You continue walking, trying to find whatever this dream is trying to show you. Until you hear a girl scream.

You hurriedly rush over only to find a frightened girl and a Huntsman that’s kneeling in front of her begging for forgiveness.

‘Haven’t I seen this one once before?’

Despite that, you continue watching the scene unfold, having learned a while ago that trying to interact with anything here won’t have any effect.

The Huntsman tells the girl to hide somewhere far away because someone is incredibly jealous of her and will stop at nothing to get her out of the way.

The dream pivots towards the Witch that’s drinking a potion, to change her appearance.

And then you wake up.

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You drowsily rub your eyes. You look towards the window and see that it’s still the middle of the night. A sigh escapes you as you reach for your phone, four more hours until you need to wake up

You kick your legs off the bed, mindful to not rouse the still sleeping Grim, not wanting to deal with a tired and grumpy dire beast.

The floors of Ramshackle are old and creak with every step, by now though you’ve learned which ones to avoid to not get any unwanted attention.

The last times you were too loud while getting a glass of water in the night you either woke up Jamil, who was ready to send you flying with a spell if he hadn’t noticed who was before him, or Rook who had the silliest old man sleepwear you could have imagined.

Safe to say you’ve learned your lesson and are now more mindful while going out into the kitchen at night.

As you walk up to the Kitchen you see a small light coming from inside.

You cautiously approach, wondering which of your friends decided to get a midnight snack, or more likely a glass of water. Everyone learned that last time a certain three someone tried to do that.

Turns out though it was Kalim. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet, so you softly knock on the doorframe to get his attention.

He flinches at the action, behaving like a child that was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh, it’s just you. For a second I thought you were going to be Jamil.” Kalim says after he lets out a sigh of relief, letting the tension leave his body.

“He might still show up if we’re not careful.” you replied matter-of-factly.

“Good call. What brings you to the kitchen this late in the evening? Or would early be a better way to describe this?“ he asks tilting his head, while mumbling the last bit to himself.

“Oh… uhh I just woke up, Grim‘s talking in his sleep and was moving around a bunch so he woke me up.“ you decide to not tell him about the weird dreams, that would be a lot to unpack as well as something you don’t want to burden Kalim with.

The thought of those dreams scares you. You know those dreams about the great seven only appear if an Overblot was about to happen, and because these dreams were about the Fairest Queen, you could already guess who would be the one to Overblot this time, and you don’t feel ready to confront that reality yet.

Kalim looks at you as if expecting you to say more, after having been left to wait while you remembered those dreams and their implications.

“Why are you out this late?“ you skillfully bridge the gap after your pause.

“Ahh! Well… as the competition comes closer I feel more and more pressure to perform to the best of my ability, and I guess those jitters kept me awake tonight.“ he lets out a light-hearted chuckle as he rubs the back of his head.

“That’s understandable, but you need to properly rest if you want to perform to your fullest potential.“

“I know. The others just make it look so easy.“ he shakes his frustrations off and smiles at you. “They’re really cool right?”

“You guys sure are.” you give him an encouraging smile. “We should probably head back to bed if we don’t want to get lectured.”

Kalim nods in agreement, you grab yourself a glass of water before the two of you head back up to your rooms.

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Back alone in your room you lie back down in your bed -or tried to-, as a still-sleeping Grim had decided it would be a great idea if he took up a third of the bed.

You gently move him towards the armchair, careful to not wake him. As you move him there he suddenly starts moving, worried that you woke him up you freeze, just to find out that he was settling himself in this new position, before continuing to sleep soundly.

You make yourself comfortable in bed, only to realize that you can’t seem to fall back asleep. You toss and turn, but nothing seems to work.

You start making peace with the fact that you won’t be sleeping any time soon until you hear a knock from your window. The same window that is on the second floor of the building.

Confused you climb out of bed and open the curtain to look who or what could be knocking on your window.

As the curtain gets pulled to the side you realize that it’s Kalim, sitting on his magic carpet.

He excitedly waves at you and motions for you to open the window. You do as you give him an inquisitive smile, letting the chilly air into the room. “What are you still doing up? I thought you wanted to sleep?”

“The same as you, I’d say. I came to ask if you’d like to join me for a late-night carpet ride?” he smiles brightly as he reaches out his hand to you.

“For how long do you plan on staying outside? Have you left a note in case Jamil decides to check up on you while we’re out?” you rightfully inquire before taking his hand.

He hesitates for a moment, seemingly trying to remember if he did put up a note. “Yes, I’m pretty sure I did. So? What do you say?”

You observe that he’s still in his pajamas, so before you step onto the carpet, you reach for the blanket from the armchair and climb out of the window with his help.

He holds your hand tightly as you step onto the carpet, to make sure you don’t accidentally fall off.

As you sit down beside him, he begins to skillfully maneuver the carpet to fly away from Ramshackle.

As you sit beside him you begin to notice the chill of the night air. You decide to drape the blanket over the both of you, but it isn’t as big as you thought it was, so you have to lean in closer to him to get the most out of the small blanket.

Kalim looks at you surprised, before giving you a bright smile. “Thanks! You really thought of everything.” he says chuckling, the tips of his ears turning red.

“It’s no problem. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold so close to the competition.” you answer him with a smile of your own.

He turns back to maneuver the carpet, flying all around the school campus and the surrounding area.

You take the time to get a closer look at him. The moon is illuminating his white hair, letting his smile shine so much brighter because of it.

You can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks, feeling awkward after having stared at him for a while for no apparent reason you decide to divert your attention toward the sky.

You don’t recognize any of the stars in the sky. No North Star guiding you the way or even the Big Dipper. None of those exist here. Another painful reminder that you don’t belong here, you don’t even know the most basic facts of this world.

Kalim seems to notice your distress, as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Do you recognize any of these constellations?”

You avert your eyes, looking towards the ground below before shaking your head.

Kalim slows the carpet to a halt. “Would you like me to point some out for you? I’m not the best at astronomy but I know the most important ones!”

You take a close look at him, he seems unsure, but willing to try to make you feel better. You give him an appreciative nod, before lying down on your back, to better look up.

Kalim soon follows suit. He starts out a little unsure, but as he goes on he gets more and more confident about his knowledge.

You comfortably listen to him letting his voice and the soft swaying of the carpet lull you to sleep.

It takes Kalim a moment to realize that you have fallen asleep, but once he does he begins to feel the pull of sleep get to him as well.

So he quickly flies the carpet back towards Ramshackle. He steps back into your bedroom through the window.

He gently places you onto the bed, as he turns to leave for his own room, he feels a tug at his sleeve.

Your delirious and more than half-asleep self pulls at the clothing piece to get him to join you in bed.

After a bit of hesitation, he lies down beside you, with a respectable distance between the two of you, he takes the hand that was holding his sleeve into his own while giving you a bright smile.

You give a satisfied smile of your own before finally falling asleep, soon joined by Kalim, who keeps your hand in his the entire night.

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By morning you are woken up by a frantic Jamil, who couldn’t seem to find Kalim.

He seemingly did forget to place that note, explaining where he’d be.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x you #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #gn reader

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nobodysnowhere · 4 months ago

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I really need to get a grip on the characters soon.

Every time I start writing a fic I think to myself: “Yea I totally have it down now.” And then it turns out, that no. I don’t have anything figured out.

The characters are all just kind of there as a blank slate ready to be switched around with each other.

Reading the fics of people who have been doing this for longer just proves it to me again and again.

Only way to change that is by writing more I guess.

Stick around and find out how much worse/better this will get

#emi yaps

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nobodysnowhere · 4 months ago

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I know that it’s kind of redundant for me to write both a summary and a “How-To Guide” but I find it really funny and none of you can stop me.

The only thing that probably could change it would be me not being able to think of anything funny to write anymore.

#emi yaps

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nobodysnowhere · 4 months ago

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The Prefect can kick some NPC ass

A How-Too Guide to threatening people you don’t like

Summary: You see some idiot pick on Grim and you put him back in his place.

Cast: Riddle, Grim, gn reader

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“I didn’t expect that you need to keep so much in mind while taking care of a hedgehog. Those little guys are quite demanding aren’t they?”

“Well of course. Every animal has their own needs that need to be met so that they can live comfortably. Of course, it would take some effort to replicate the way they would live outside of captivity.” Riddle explains as he continues walking down the filled hallway towards the cafeteria.

During the breaks, the halls of the building are always lined with rude students who don’t care if they run you over, but since you’re with a Housewarden right now, the same students avoid you like the plague.

The conversation between the two of you flows easily until you hear a commotion from the courtyard.

You look outside of a window and find Grim angrily stomping and pointing at some student who has his magic pen ready for combat.

“Could you hold this for a second?” You ask Riddle hurriedly, before -without really thinking about it- shoving your bag into his hands, opening the second-floor window, and jumping out of it.

You only hear Riddle yell with worried confusion before you land on a tree branch and swing yourself onto the ground floor.

After safely landing on the floor you skillfully ignore Riddle’s frantic yells and the weird looks the surrounding students give you, to casually -or as casually as you can be- jogging up to where Grim and the student are.

“Have I missed anything?” You ask as you arrive at the scene of the fight.

“Henchman! That guy attacked me for no good reason! Tell him off!” Grim commands as he hops over to your side.

“Has he now?” you ask, giving the guy a chance to explain himself.

“So what if I did? That rat stood in my way so of course I would make the thing move.” he scoffs at you, giving you a once over and rolling his eyes as he recognizes you.

“You’re that Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? The one without any magic? What are you going to do? I’m practically quacking in my boots.”

You smile at him. Cautiously taking a step towards him before putting a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly, letting the fabric of his uniform bunch up from the force.

“I don’t need to do anything. All we need to do is wait for the very enraged Housewarden of Heartslabyul to show up.” you smile innocently at him.

“W-what?” he asks, uncertainty slipping into his tone. He tries to take a step back, but you don’t let him.

“Oh, have I forgotten to mention? Silly me, Riddle saw you casting a spell from right over there, and you and I both know that’s against the rules.” you gesture towards the window you just jumped out of, while talking down on him as if he were a small child.

“But I’m no Riddle. You’re free to go as long as you apologize to Grim.” you say as you point toward where Grim is standing, still gripping the guy's shoulder in a vice grip.

“Shit alright, just let me go already. I’m sorry for attacking your stupid rat!” he says as he continues to try and free himself.

You sigh knowing that this is probably the best you will get out of him. “Fine. You’re free to leave. But do remember. Next time I won’t be this lenient.” you let him go, even shoving him a little just because you can.

As he scampers away, figurative tail tucked between his legs, you make him trip over his own feet.

“Myah hah hah hah! And stay away from us next time. Great job Hench Human, I totally had everything under control, but I knew you could handle that swiftly as well.” Grim boastfully claims, as he jumps up onto your shoulder, giving it a praising pat.

“I’m impressed with how quickly you came up with that lie, you tricked him well.”

“Oh, I didn’t lie. Riddle probably is on his way down here after the stunt I pulled. Don’t worry though, I have everything under control.”

Grim looks at you appalled, he seems about to ask what kind of stunt you pulled, before said Housewarden shows up.

He angrily stomps up to you, still carrying your book bag, before stopping right in front of you.

“Prefect! What were you thinking?!? Jumping out of the second floor like that. You could have seriously injured yourself!” he huffs, scanning you for any injuries you might have given yourself with that stunt.

You realize that he seems more worried than mad, how sweet.

“Alright. First of all, we both know that isn’t the worst thing that, one has happened to me and two this wasn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened in this school, that probably belongs to either Rook or Jade.” you state in a matter of fact way, while taking you bag back with an appreciative nod.

“And also I saw Grim down here so it was only logical for me to do that.”

Riddle shakes his head in exasperation, he sighs once before deciding to let this topic rest, knowing full well this conversation would lead nowhere if he tried pursuing more answers.

“Just don’t get reckless with it. I don’t want to visit you in the nurses' office because of some broken bones and a concussion.”

“Will do Housewarden Riddle.” you smile and nod in agreement, knowing full well that nothing is going to change.

“Now… where did we stop? Oh right, so hedgehogs actually need to exercise daily to not go overweight? I know a certain someone that could learn a thing or two from them.”

“Hey!” you at Grim who’s still sitting on your shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about you? I meant the ghosts. They really need to watch their diets, but if you think I was talking about you then there might be something true about that statement.”

Grim grumbles on top of your shoulder as you continue to chat with Riddle, walking to the cafeteria uninterrupted.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x you #riddle x reader #twst grim #gn reader

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A needless contest

A How-To Guide to Breaking a Table

Summary: A friendly „discussion“ about who’s the physically strongest breaks out after reviewing pictures from the Ghost camera. What better way to solve this issue, than to test it with an arm wrestling contest?

Cast: First years, gn reader

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„You guys are so childish.“ You watch as your friends set up a table in the middle of Ramshackle Lounge, making sure that there aren’t any tripping hazards around.

„You don’t have to participate if you’re that scared of coming last.“ Ace replies as he and Deuce push one of the couches further out of the way.

„I never said anything about being scared.“ raising your arms in surrender before continuing to write down the tournament tree onto a blackboard you found in some random closet. „It‘s just that I can acknowledge that this is a kind of childish hill to die on.“

„It’s only childish if we let it be, for as long as none of us throw a fit over losing, then there won’t be a problem.“ argues Epel, as he prepares his wrist for the battles ahead.

„So who’s up first?“

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„I can not believe this…“

Ace stares blankly at the results of the tournament.

„How do Grim and I have the same amount of wins?!?“

„I mean it’s pretty clear to me how that happened. You won once against Grim and Grim won once against me. I don’t see what’s so confusing about that.“

„You let him win against you! There was no way he won that legitimately.“

„It’s okay to lose sometimes Ace. No need to get mad. You have other important qualities.“, like being a smartass, but you decide to let that part stay quiet.

Before Ace can continue his complaints, you turn around to congratulate Ortho, who is currently being celebrated by the others, on his effortless win.

You wait for the others to finish with their congratulations, even Ace as miffed as he is congratulates him, before chiming in with your own praises.

„Congratulations on the clean sweep. I don’t know what I expected would happen, after all, you were able to carry an entire Amusement Park back to shore once. It’s no wonder the table broke under all of that force.“

„I‘ll make sure to order a replacement to be sent here, but more importantly is your arm alright? I slammed it pretty hard into the table before it broke.“ Ortho asks Jack with concern.

He shrugs his shoulders, dismissing the boy’s concerns. „It’s fine. The table broke because of your fingers hitting it, so my arm had not a lot to do with that.“

You nod your head relieved that nobody was injured. „Congratulations to you too Jack. Second place is nothing to sneeze at.“ Jack acknowledges the praise with a simple nod, though his real feelings are being betrayed by the wagging of his tail.

„I‘ll make sure to work harder next time to beat the two of you.“ Sebek loudly declares.

You look over at a disappointed-looking Deuce, patting him on the back to try and console him. „It’s ok. The competition was pretty strong. See the positives. At least you beat put Ace.“ „Hey! Stop slandering me.“

Deuce looks at you and gives you an appreciative smile. „You’re right. I‘ll just beat them at something else later down the line.“ he points at Jack, „Get ready for the next track meet. I won’t hold back.“

Jack meets his eyes looking confused for just a second before nodding his head with determination. „Challenge accepted.“

You back yourself out of that conversation and meet up with Epel. You hold your hand up for a high five, which he gladly returns.

„Fifth place eh? At least we don’t look like those two.“ he says while looking over at Ace and Grim who seem to have started arguing about the legitimacy of their rankings.

„As long as no more tables get destroyed I’m fine with whatever they decide to do.“

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x you #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #twst ortho #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst grim #gn reader #twst yuu #twst first years

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Y’all I promise I can write for other characters. Not only the first years. I‘m just biased and love their dynamics.

#emi yaps

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Studying in Ramshackle (or trying to)

A How-To Guide, to driving your reasonable friends crazy with your constant chaos

Summary: After finally convincing your friends to form a study group, you meet up at Ramshackle, to do as study groups do… Cause an unimaginable amount of mischief, shenanigans, and maybe do something productive on the side.

Cast: First years, gn reader

Notes: Studying hits hard, Procrastination hits harder. This can be read as a continuation of Time sensitive cram session, but it does have to be

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Ramshackle Lounge was surprisingly quiet for once, considering how many people were currently there. The only thing you can hear is the scratching of pens on paper, the ticking of the grandfather clock, and surprisingly quiet circuitry, that’s letting Ortho function as he does.

That quiet thought is interrupted too soon as Ace lets out a frustrated groan and drops his head on top of his work material.

“That’s it. I give up. For how long do you guys think Riddle will collar me when I inevitably fail?” he says, letting his frustration seep into his voice.

“We barely started studying though?” you look at the clock, it has barely even been an hour. “Don’t forget we still have to read through the books both Riddle and Vil left for us to review.”

“That’s why I started with those, this way I can prove that I studied.” Epel adds as he lifts the book he’s currently taking notes on.

“Can’t we at least take a little break? It’s not like it’ll set us back by much.” Ace continues to complain, while simultaneously slumping deeper onto the desk.

At this Grim decides to join the conversation in agreement with Ace, as he too slumps over his notes.

Deuce seems to agree with the duo

“If all you INDOLENT FOOLS can do is complain feel free to leave, but let the rest of us study in peace.” Sebek loudly announces. Making you all flinch at his sudden addition to the discussion.

“How about we leave it up to a vote then?” you offer, hoping to keep some semblance of peace before this ends in a screaming match, or worse a battle within the Lounge.

Sebek looks like he wants to complain, but before he can Ortho buts in and adds his two cents. “Research proves that taking purposeful breaks every once in a while increases your energy, productivity, and your ability to focus.”

You all look expectantly at Sebek. He takes a moment to think about it before he stiffly nods. „Fine. We‘ll vote on it.“

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In the end everyone but Sebek voted for the brake.

Sebek stares at Jack in quiet disbelief. „Out of everyone here, I would have expected you to agree with me. They won’t get any studying done if all they do is laze around.“

Jack nods in agreement. „That is true but the way they are now they wouldn’t get anything done either. It is important to acknowledge the usefulness of brakes in moderation.“

A little miffed Sebek finally concedes and puts his pen to rest.

As if coming back alive, Ace practically jumps out of his seat and closes his book with a little too much force, startling you so much that you end up falling off your chair.

„Dude, a warning would have been nice.“ you complain, as you pull yourself back up, by the edge of the desk.

As you sit back down in your chair you look at Ace waiting on him to apologize.

Quite frankly, you should have known better than to expect him to apologize, because as soon as you look at him burst out into laughter, but not only him. No, no. That would have been easier to cope with. Instead, almost everyone looks about ready to join him.

So of course like the mature person you are, you take the high road…

Of also making Ace fall off his chair.

As he falls he tries to grab at anything to catch his fall with, sadly for him, everything seems just a smidgen out of reach so he ends up looking like an idiot, flailing around with his arms for no apparent reason.

Ace lands on the floor with a thud, that seems to open the floodgates to everyone starting to snicker at his misery.

„What was that for? Just because you’re clumsy doesn’t mean you need to punish me for it.“ Ace yelps in pain as he rubs his side to soothe the ache.

„What was what for? I didn’t do anything.“ you answer innocently. Raising your arms in faux surrender, while holding back a smug grin.

Ace looks around for support.

Grim is full-on laughing at Ace, dibbling over because of how much he is, even pointing at him as while continues to laugh his heart out.

Deuce at least covers his chuckling with a hand over his mouth. He shakes his head, denying having seen you pushing Ace off his chair.

Epel doesn’t seem to be fairing any better. Grinning at his quick downfall. „Don’t look at me. I didn’t see anyone do anything.“

“They literally pushed me! How could none of you have seen it?!” Ace throws his arms up in exasperation.

„I have to agree with Epel on this one.“ you hear Ortho chirp up. He, not unlike Grim, isn’t trying to hide his laughter, though he isn’t as extreme as the little Monsters.

With utter disbelief Ace looks towards where both Jack and Sebek are sitting, giving them a pleading glance.

Jack shakes his head, he‘s a lot better at hiding his expression in comparison to the others, but you can clearly see that he too finds this amusing. „I wasn’t paying attention.“ is all he has to say.

Sebek tsks once, rolling his eyes before looking away from Ace. „I‘m not involving myself in this senseless squabble between humans.“, he says as if he isn’t holding back a small smirk himself.

„I hate all of you.“ Ace says before pulling himself back onto his chair.

“Apparently not enough to stop hanging out with us.” is all you have to reply with before the group descends into mindless chatter.

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You nod your head, growing more tired by the minute, halfheartedly listening to Sebek ramble, as he continues going on a tangent about how amazing Fae are and how great Malleus is.

Ace pokes you with his elbow to get your attention. You lean closer to him to let him whisper into your ear.

“For how long exactly has he been going on for now? Doesn’t he ever get tired?”

You take a quick glance at Sebek who is still very much in his own world of admiration for his young master. “I don’t think he minds all that much.” you reply in the same way.

You continue listening to Sebek fanboy about his young master until you’re hit with a sudden burst of inspiration. “I think I have a fun Idea. Should I do it?” you ask Ace.

He nods at you. “Anything to get him to stop talking about how amazing his young master is for even a couple of minutes.”

You smirk at him. Not elaborating on what you’re trying to say.

Before he could stop you, you right yourself back up again and interrupt Sebeks’ never-ending speech.

“Did you guys know that most of the third years have a fan club? It’s quite entertaining to watch when they inevitably start fighting each other.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Sebek looks at you confused and insulted that you would interrupt him for no apparent reason.

“Oh, I’ve heard of that. Weren’t a bunch of them sent to detention because a fight broke out in the courtyard?” Deuce joins in. Tilting his head as he tries to remember what started the fight.

“They were fighting about which Housewarden was the best Leader. It got heated pretty quickly.” Epel helpfully points out.

“I’m surprised none of you three were involved.” Grim points at Jack, Sebek, and Epel.

“Pah, as if I would waste my time on such flimsy squabbles. At that time I was training with Silver. So I had no time to join.” he loudly proclaims.

Jack shrugs his shoulders. “I know who I think is the best leader, so I don’t care what other’s opinions are.”

Epel scoffs at the insinuation. “You wouldn’t catch me participating in something like that. I respect Vil but I know he can fight his own battles.”

“I wasn’t referring to Vil but if you say so.” Grim says as he shakes his head at the boy.

He seemingly starts thinking about something before he excitedly looks at you. “Do you think the great Grim has his own fan club?”

You think for a bit. Considering the different outcomes you could cause depending on what you say. After thoroughly considering your options you nod.

“Yeah. I don’t see why you wouldn’t have one.” you smile at him. You for one think that you and the Ghosts of Ramshackle count as a great fanclub.

Deuce looks at you a little befuddled, before disregarding your weird statement as you not wanting to hurt Grims' feelings. “Whose club do you think is the largest?

“It’s obviously my young masters.” Sebek proudly declares.

The table lets out a collective sigh of exasperation. Some things will never change you guess.

“Actually, it’s my brother.” Ortho says while shaking his head at Sebek.

“WHAT?! How?” the entire table erupts in shock. “There’s no way that’s true.”

“His fan club has a great online presence. It’s the best way to measure the size of something like this. My brother’s fans for one don’t like face-to-face confrontations.” he argues.

You nod your head in agreement. It does make sense. You’ve seen some of the threads Idia fans posted to defend him against some uneducated people.

“Shouldn’t it be Vil then? He’s the only one really famous outside of NRC.” Grim says. Unknowingly starting a fandom war inside Ramshackles Lounge.

Weren’t you guys supposed to be studying?

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Somehow the fighting stopped and you were able to continue studying. You pass Deuce some notes for the history of magic before he thanks you for them.

“Seriously. I’m so glad we can exchange study guides without needing to owe someone any slimy favors.” Deuce shudders at the memory, Ace and Grim following suit.

“Nobody forced you three into signing a one-sided contract with Azul of all people.” Jack interjects, voicing his disapproval of their reckless action.

“Well, it’s not our fault this place is filled with scammers.” Grim replied, miffed at being reminded of that tortures week.

“Wait don’t tell me you guys actually fell for that.” Epel joins, bewildered at how they could fall for something like that. “I remember Vil cryptically warning us about that. When I first heard about it I almost immediately figured out that it was a scam.”

“Well not everyone is that lucky.” Ace snips back. Annoyed about that coming back to bite him.

“Does that mean you three were running around doing the legwork for Azul for an entire week? Ohh how I wish I could have seen that.” Ortho chuckles at the thought.

“Did you also have those sea anemones on top of your head?” he adds.

“Oh, my seven please tell me you took a picture of them like that.” Epel excitedly asks you.

You chuckle as you pull out the Ghost camera. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

But before you could show him you were quickly tackled by a very frantic trio.

Grim hopped onto your lap taking the camera out of your hands, Ace stopped you from going after the Beast as he went to Deuce to delete any and all of the incriminating photos.

“Hey. Give that back.” “In one second. Once everything’s been cleaned out.”

While the trio is so focused on keeping you from reaching your camera, Jack shows the rest a picture he took on his phone.

The three on the other side of the table start laughing, which gets the trio’s attention.

They slowly look over to them. “What are you guys laughing at?” one of them asks while slowly walking towards the other side of the table.

“Oh, nothing really. Just some funny sea jokes.” One of them replies while the group of them walks in the other direction.

They all start to circle the desk before suddenly starting a sprint out of the lounge, closely followed by the trio.

Your camera lies abandoned on the ground. You pick it up again. They did indeed delete the pictures of themselves with the sea anemones, luckily for you and unlucky for them, you have your favorites backed up on your phone.

You look outside where the guys are chasing after each other. “So much to piling through with studying.”

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The results of the midterms were finally announced. Somehow. By the grace of the grate Seven. You all passed.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim celebrate their barely passing scores.

You watch on as your friends one by one get pulled into the celebrations. Regardless of how enthusiastic they were about joining you for studying, it’s clear that they all enjoyed spending that time together.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #twst ortho #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst grim #gn reader #twst first years

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Until Graduation (Pre-Prologue)

A how-to guide to driving yourself mad with your own altruism

Summary: A story as old as time. Where one's grandes wishes can come true, that is if you're willing to work for it. A story where an altruistic wish backfires and you’re now stuck in a time loop until the wish has come true.

Cast: gn reader

Notes: Please remember this is a Time loop story. A story where you will fail again and again. This story will probably get worse before it gets better.

Pre-Prologue

The air in the room is starting to get stuffy, but you decide against opening the windows. By now far too tired to move away from your hunched position.

You stare at your computer screen. It displays a multitude of old news articles, reporting of supposed wish granting, or a clustered compilation of old fables and myths, explaining how one's own wishes could be granted if they were willing to put in the effort to make them be.

All of these stories about wish granting have the same premise.

Some wishes for something to come true more than anything, they perform a ritual, then they continue working on achieving said wish, and boom wish is granted.

What kind of rituals were used varies from retelling to retelling, but the most common one was speaking it to be.

For this ritual, people would take a leaf from their favorite tree, something that holds sentimental value to them. They then whisper their wish into that leaf, making sure nobody overhears them.

To make sure the leaf doesn’t snitch on them, they would fold the leaf to keep the secret safe, it was said that as long as the leaf stayed closed it was guaranteed that your wish would come true if you never stopped trying to make it true.

But in reality, none of that was true. Sure maybe some people got their wishes fulfilled, but they also never once stopped trying to fulfill it themselves, so who’s to say they weren’t the ones fulfilling their own wishes?

And in addition to all of that. You would need to jump the hurdle of actually believing in magic in the first place.

You let out a frustrated groan. Letting your head drop onto your arms now fully resting on top of your desk.

You peek a glance out of your window. The evening glow dimming, now almost entirely gone, the only light still grazing you is the one coming from your computer screen.

You return your gaze to the screen, trying and failing to continue reading what’s on it.

At this point, you’re only reading the words not even processing what they mean anymore.

You rub your eyes in the hopes of getting them working properly again. It doesn’t help.

Maybe you should open the windows.

Instead of doing that you decide to do one better. You put your computer into sleep mode and get yourself ready for an impromptu snack trip.

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By the time you hit the streets night has barely begun. The streets are either being illuminated by the street lamps or the occasional cars passing by.

You walk towards the closest store. Picking up some of your favorite snacks to motivate yourself to work better.

As you’re on your way home you notice the streets emptying all around you until you can’t even hear a single car anymore.

“It’s just getting late. No need to spike myself out. It’s fine. I’m fine.” you repeatedly mumble to yourself as you continue on your journey home.

You have your phone ready for emergencies until you see your phone charge going wild. Charging and discharging, flip-flopping between a hundred and thirty percent.

You decide to put your phone away. You’ll deal with that once you're home.

Luckily for you, nobody else seems to be out at this time. That doesn’t feel wrong whatsoever. This isn’t concerning at all. You’re just walking faster now than you did before because it’s getting cold.

Your home isn’t far anymore. Just one more street crossing.

The street lights over your head begin to flicker. You look down the street and you notice one by one the street lights flicker out. Drowning the road in darkness.

As the darkness begins to close in you hear a carriage approaching. As it comes closer you notice that there isn’t anyone pulling the horse’s reins, but for whatever reason the carriage stops right in front of you, right as the last street lamp loses its light.

You want to step away from this unmanned black carriage, but for whatever reason it compels you into climbing in.

As you sit down in the carriage you feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

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When you wake up again you are swallowed in darkness. You try to reach out but quickly realize that you are in a type of box. Before you could even call out for help you hear a little voice from outside.

You tried to listen in but quickly realized that that’s the least of your worries as you’re starting to be surrounded by blue flames.

In a panic, you push towards the front and it gives away letting you drop onto the floor in front of a… weasel?

Part 1 Pre-Prologue done. Wow, that was needlessly much exposition. I promise in the next one there will be character interaction.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst until graduation

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Until graduation

A how-to guide to driving yourself mad with your own altruism

So like anybody else in this Fandom, I came across the headcanon that the game is a time loop. A loop where either the Prefect is doomed to repeat the overblots until they successfully overcome them, or each time a Prefect fails they get replaced by another. (Like it does for the manga, where each arc we get a new MC)

One thing many of those have in common though, is that the Prefect/Yuu/the MC doesn’t have an active role in starting the time loops. They’re simply the ones stuck with it.

So what if our dearest Prefect was the one at fault for their own misery?

That’s what Until Graduation will be about.

Or it will be once I figure out how to properly manage this story.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #emi tries stuff #twst until graduation

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Introduction

hello, hello. you guys can call me emilia or emi. i‘m a college student that has way too many ideas and to much time on her hands. or in other words a readers first attempt at writing

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Time sensitive cram session

A how-to guide to getting your friends to study with you.

Cast: First years, gn reader

Summary: Midterms are fast approaching and the Prefect quickly realize that they aren’t as well prepared as they thought they’d be.

Notes: This fic is most definitely written by someone who isn’t procrastinating about doing their studying. Yep. Totally. I promise.

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The first rays of sunlight hit your bleary room through a gap between the curtains. From the foot of the bed, you hear some light grumbling.

“Henchman close the curtains some more. The sun is hitting me in the face.” complains Grim as he covers his eyes with both of his paws, curling himself up further into a tight ball.

With an exasperated sigh, you reach over to your phone to check the time. You flail around for a bit, not wanting to fully commit to getting out of bed before your alarm goes off.

After finally getting ahold of your phone, and almost dropping it off the nightstand by doing so, you finally check the time.

After processing what’s on your screen you let out a disgruntled sigh. “Come on. Wake up, Grim. It’s only a couple more minutes until the alarm goes off anyway.”

You throw off the duvet and tap Grim a couple of times to get him to wake up properly. He in response only paws at your hand to make you stop bothering him.

You check the phone again, to see for how much longer you could let the monster kitty sleep.

That is when a notification pops up on your screen. You silently stare at the message, your hand hovering unmoving above Grim.

Something he takes notice of. He hesitantly uncovers one of his eyes to look up at you, only to find you sitting in bed staring blankly at your phone screen.

“Henchman? What are you looking at?” he tentatively asks.

“Grim. I think we’re cooked.” you simply reply, with a certain hopelessness in your voice.

Grim, now begrudgingly awake, simply tilts his head at you in confusion. In turn, you show him the message that seemingly worries you so much.

It reads: Last Friday before the midterms. Hope you didn’t procrastinate again.

“Oh no.” Grim says, now mirroring your expression of hopelessness.

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“Sooo… how has studying been treating you guys?” you ask Ace and Deuce as you walk towards the main building after they retrieved you and Grim from Ramshackle.

“Please don’t even start with that. I barely have any notes from Professor Treins' classes, because I always fall asleep within the first half hour, no matter how hard I try. I swear he must use some kind of spell that makes you fall asleep in his class.” Deuce complains.

“And ever since that thing with Azul, I don’t trust anyone offering to trade study guides. Regardless of how much I need them.” he continues, shuddering at the memory of what they had to go through.

It appears Ace and Grim share his opinion as they too take a moment to remember that horrible experience.

“Yeah, but you left out the worst thing. Riddle. You know the guy that’s been pestering us to study properly since even before we knew what topics would be on the midterms?” Ace complains while you all continue walking.

“I mean how am I supposed to study if someone is constantly breathing down my neck?” he continues, as he throws his arms in the air in frustration.

“Not to throw a pity party here or anything but if anyone’s in trouble it would have to be me. I don’t only have to catch up on an entire lifetime of schoolwork, but I’m also tied to a tuna-obsessed cat, that has no concept of studying.” you add your complaints to the pile.

Grim, who was still hung up on the memory of those sea anemones, shot up at the mention of tuna.

“What about tuna? And also I’m not a cat.” he exclaims as he hits your shoulder off of which he’s hanging off.

“Sure you’re not.” Ace answers without a hint of hesitation, rolling his eyes for good measure.

Grim retaliates, repositioning himself on your shoulder, making you stumble so that Deuce has to lend you a hand to not let you fall.

“How about you say that to my face you, uhh… you…” Grim points an accusatory finger at Ace. While fumbling to find the right words to annoy Ace back.

Before the situation could escalate any further you interrupt the two. “How about we form a study group? We could do the studying at Ramshackle, so we wouldn’t need to worry about curfew. In addition to that you won’t be pestered by Riddle anymore, you won’t need to worry about owing any favors in return for the study guides and I’ll get some more people to hold Grim accountable.”

You look at your friends. They don’t seem to reject the idea. Except for Grim, who is once again complaining about you insulting his intellect.

“Seems like a great idea to me, but how will we convince Housewarden Riddle to let us go?” Deuce asks.

“That shouldn’t be too hard. We just need to ask him nicely, reassure him that we’re serious about studying and he’ll let you go with no problem. Hell, he’ll probably give you guys some recommendations before sending you away.” you explain with a pep in your step. Excited to study with your friends and be able to share your despair of not understanding the curriculum.

“Yeah, sure it’ll be easy enough to get him to agree to let us leave, but if we fail these midterms he’s sure to collar us.” Ace argues, groaning at the mere thought of losing his magic for an undisclosed amount of time.

“I mean you’re right, but he’d collar you regardless if you failed. It doesn’t matter if you guys studied at Ramshackle or in Heartslabyul.” you counter.

Ace looks at you as if he wants to disagree with you out of reflex, but he can catch himself before he says anything. He thought about what you said and dropped his hand nodding in agreement.

“Then it’s settled. Us four, for a crisis cram session over the weekend.” Deuce nods, mentally preparing himself for the mountain of work he’ll need to work through.

“Who said it’ll be just us four? None of us are particularly good at potions or literature. We still need some more people to form a productive study group.” you interject.

Grim begins to stir on your shoulder. “You sound as if you already have some people in mind.”

“You’ll see.”

3/7 of the study group acquired

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“Hey Jack?” you slide up next to him in class, propping your chin in your hand while sitting down next to him, not even a minute after the bell rung.

“No.” he simply replies. Not even glancing at you as he continues packing his notes into his bag.

“W-what? What do you mean by “no”? I haven’t even told you what I wanted yet.” you sputter while trying to find your footing again after letting your chin slip from your hand.

“You probably want to copy my notes before the midterms or worse start a study group with those guys over there.” he points in the direction of the door, without even looking up from his bag, where Ace, Deuce, and Grim are not so subtly spy into the room, to gauge how successful your attempts of convincing Jack to join the study group is.

You pointedly look at them, they seem to get the message and disappear behind the doorframe.

“Also how are you here already? The bell to signal the end of the class has barely gone off.”

“Don’t worry about that… Is there any way I could convince you to join us? We could really use someone who can keep us in check and keep us from going on tangents all the time.” you ask him hopefully.

“Sorry, but you know I prefer to keep to myself.“ he easily rejects you.

You let out an exhausted sigh. Dropping your head in disappointment. “Well. I should have expected that I wouldn’t be able to convince you right now. Don’t worry I’ll be back in a bit with a bit of peer pressure in a bit.”

“Wha- no don’t come-“ Before he could even finish his sentence you walk away towards the other end of the classroom.

You walk up to a boy who's still copying down notes from the blackboard into his notebook. You tap the boy on his shoulder to get his attention away from the notes.

“Hey, Epel. I was wondering if you wanted to join Ace, Deuce, Grim, and me for a study group over the weekend?” you ask with a tilt of the head.

He gives himself a second to think about it before he nods. “Sure sounds interesting enough. I’ll just need to let Vil or Rook know.” you two brace yourselves for the enigmatic hunter to appear out of nowhere as he tends to do.

After a second of him not spawning out of nowhere you two let go of the breath you were holding.

“I’ll text you when I let one of those two know about the study group.”

You happily nod at him and walk out of the classroom, back towards the trio waiting outside.

“So how did it go? Were you able to convince them?” They asked before they started walking towards the next class.

“As expected Jack declined. Not that it matters he’ll join in later. Epel just needs to let either Rook or Vil know and he’s good to go. Were you able to reach Riddle?”

“Sadly yes. We now have a literal mountain of books to review and even more, summaries to write.” complaints Ace.

“We just have to carry them over to Ramshackle later today and we’re good to go.” adds Deuce.

“Who else do we invite?” asks Grim as he hops back onto your shoulder.

You think about your friends’ schedule and wonder where they might be, but before you can remember properly the bell rang signaling the brake would soon be over.

You hurried to your next class before you’d be late, and before the class could even end you already made arrangements for who would be the next one of your friends invited, or rather unceremoniously dragged into your study group.

4/7 of the study group acquired

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Lunch has barely even started and the cafeteria is already crammed with students.

Luckily you aren’t in their midst today. You have another mission.

You make your way through the empty hallways of NRC until you finally reach the club room you were searching for.

Polite as you are, you knock on the door of the Film Research Club. After a short pause, you hear Ortho come to the door and open it.

His expression lights up as he realizes that it’s you. “Hello Prefect. Are you here to take some more pictures?”

“Hey, Ortho. No not today. I’m just here to ask if you want to join my study group. We were planning on studying over the weekend at Ramshackle, and I was wondering if you wanted to join?” you explain giving him an abridged version of what else you were planning to do.

“That does sound great. I’d love to join you guys, but I’m unsure of how much of a help I will be with studying since I’m technically exempt from taking the test. With you know being able to always look up the answers on the internet.” he explains.

“I don’t think that’ll be much of an issue. See it like this, you can correct us whenever we’re wrong about something or laugh at our misery.”

“You make convincing arguments Prefect. I’m in.” the two of you nod excitedly at each other before you walk away.

5/7 of the study group acquired

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You walk to the cafeteria where you sit down next to your friends and a certain traitorous someone.

“Ortho is also joining us.” you announce as you accept your tray of food from Epel. Your friends cheer in celebration.

“So who else besides Jack is missing?” Epel asks, while ignoring Jack who again denies joining your study group.

“Someone I need to catch before they fully leave the cafeteria. Otherwise, I probably won't be able to convince them.” you explain quickly in between bites.

Your friends nod in acknowledgment and continue talking or rather argue about anything and everything, but studying.

You continue holding out an eye for the second to last victim on your study buddy list, until you see a very particular table of students stand up to walk out of the cafeteria.

You quickly follow them, but not before thanking your friend for the food and for saving you a seat.

“Hold him hostage for as long as you can alright? I’ll be right back.” are your last words before rushing out of the cafeteria after the Diasomnia students.

You call out to the students when they’re not as far away anymore.

“Hornton, Lilia, Silver, Sebek.” you nod at each of them as a quick greeting, but you make sure to greet Sebek with that tone of voice that lets him know you’re planning something that will annoy him.

Sebek scowls at you trying to figure out what you’re planning, that is before immediately doing the Sebek thing and reprimanding you for how casually you’re talking to his young master.

Before he can go on an entire tangent about how disrespectful a Human like you is he gets interrupted by Lilia.

“What brings us the honor that you felt the need to rush after us in such a hurry?”

“Right. I wanted to ask Sebek if he wanted to join me and a bunch of other first years over the weekend for a study session.” you explain excitedly

Before Sebek even gets the chance to turn down your invitation, both Lilia and Malleus accept for him.

“Oh that sounds fun doesn’t it Sebek? If my memory serves me right you were just complaining about not having anyone to study with.” Lilia smiles, that smug little grin he has, at Sebek as Malleus nods in agreement.

Sebek stares at you, bewildered but not surprised at what has just happened. “You were planning this.” he observed.

You quickly hide the thumbs up you were giving Lilia before you innocently smile back at Sebek. “Who me? I wasn’t planning anything. I just wanted to hang out and study with my friends.”

Before Sebek could throw more of a fuss you push him back towards the cafeteria, where your friends and your last victim waited for you two.

You quickly wave at the three other Diasomnia members, some more awake than the other, before they walk away.

6/7 of the study group acquired

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You successfully make your way back to the cafeteria with Sebek in tow, while you two walk he reiterates multiple times that he’ll only stay as long as he has to and that he won't hesitate to leave if you all slow him down with his studying.

Which is fair.

As you approach the cafeteria you notice that most of the students have finished their lunch already. The only table looking remotely filled is the one of your friends, now joined by Ortho.

“We got Sebek.” you announce as you walk up to the table. Raising his arm with you before he can do anything about it.

Sebek pulls his arm back to his side before sitting down at the table and greeting the other first years. You sit down next to him before joining the mindless chit charter.

After a not so short while everyone's gaze slowly panned over to Jack, with the exception of Sebek, who looked around at the table confused before looking at Jack as well.

“So… Jack.” you tentatively asked. “How about joining us now? You wouldn’t be the only reasonable person anymore.”

Jack looks around the table and sees everyone’s expectant gaze before he finally sighs in acceptance and nods. “Fine, I’ll join your study group.”

The table bursts into cheers. Ace and Grim start cackling, Deuce and Epel give each other a high five, and you and Ortho woop in celebration, all while Sebek and Jack wonder why they agreed to work with you all.

7/7 of the study group acquired

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Omake:

“Did they just run after the Diasomnia table?” Deuce asks bewildered. “I think they did. Do y’all think they’ll ask Malleus to join us?” asks Epel concerned. “Sevens I hope not.” is all Ace has to add to that conversation.

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