#riddle x che'nya

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i hope they explode

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— "INTO THE RABBIT-HOLE" THE CROWNED PRINCESS OF RAMSHACKLE. riddle rosehearts

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SYNOPSIS: A dispute with Riddle prompts the prefect to flee into the forest where she falls into a rabbit hole and finds herself in a mad fantastical realm of her imagination. Here, she meets her friends who are acting somewhat strangely… odd. They all treat her as royalty and whisk her away to a castle where her husband, the Red Queen, eagerly awaits her return.

How curious.

⊹ [ cw ] — hurt/comfort, falling from heights, arguments, lashing out, fighting, allusions to executions and stabbing, mentions of a knife, mentions of smoking, mild blood, riddle lashes out on you◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FEM! READER | deuce punches you, che'nya is a little shit, trey with bunny ears, ace and deuce as the tweedle dumbasses, affectionate riddle, cater as hot knave◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 9K+

ACT I: BLOOD RED MESS

​"It was just sitting on top of the old boxes in the attic!" You exclaimed, fumbling with the tiara buried deep in your bag. Trey watched as you took it out, holding it up for him to see. It was of a silver color, embezzled and richly decorated with diamonds. The tiara had a fan shaped diadem, nine throngs, and a small blue heart-shaped jewel as its centerpiece. It was an ornament befitting royalty. Not really something you'd find in Ramshackle's run-down attic.

"That does look expensive. What do you plan on doing with it?" Trey asked, pushing his glasses up. Both of you were taking a walk through the grounds of Heartslabyul, basking in the sunshine. "That could sell for quite a lot of money."

"Tempting, but I was planning on giving it to Crowley." You muttered, turning the tiara in your hands and admiring the way it glimmered in the sunlight.

All of a sudden, in the corner of your eye, a small green blur dashed into the rosebushes, scurrying deep into the green brambles. Gasping, you pointed to it. "Oh! Trey, did you see that?"

"See what...?" Trey blinked. You rushed forward, parting the branches and peering through the shrub. A green rabbit in a waistcoat dashed through the bushes, a ticking clock perched onto his hip. "A bunny rabbit!"

"A rabbit-? O-Oi! Prefect?!" Trey ran after you as you rushed through the bushes, intent on chasing the bunny. Branches and rose thorns scratched and tore at your uniform, but you paid no mind to it. The rabbit took a sharp turn right, and you followed in hot pursuit. As you rounded the corner, you crashed into a large stack of paint buckets. The canisters all toppled to the ground, breaking open and tainting the green grass red.

Likewise, you also fell into the red puddle. The paint pooled around you, seeping into your clothes and hair. You groaned, pushing yourself away from the wreckage. "Just my lucky day."

While you were busy glaring down at the offending red pigment bleeding onto your pristine white blouse, Trey had rushed to your side. The third-year seemed to be nervous as he wiped your face down with his sleeve. "Prefect, quick, fix yourself up before—"

"What is the meaning of this?!" Riddle exclaimed, the clattering click of his heels signaling his arrival as he stomped towards you.

Uh oh.

"O-Oh! Riddle, I—" You stammered, scrambling up. "Love, I was just trying to—"

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?!" Riddle yelled, pulling you away from Trey and seizing your arm—all with a frown etched onto his face. You whimpered at his tight hold, his blunt nails digging deep into your skin. "What were you thinking?! Why were you running through the gardens like some buffoon?!"

"I-I...I was chasing...a rabbit." You peered at him through shaky wet lashes, cheeks burning up in embarrassment. Your sweetheart stared at you in incredulity before a snarky laugh left his lips.

"A rabbit." Riddle seethed, dragging a hand down his face. His pointed glare cut through you as he gestured towards the mess of red. "All that for a rabbit?!"

"I'll have you know that batch of paint is a special import from the Queendom of Roses. We've been waiting for its arrival for months and now you've ruined it with your tomfoolery!" The redhead's chest heaved as he finished his outburst. His skin had turned crimson, and a vein had ticked on his temple. Riddle grabbed a battered bucket beside you, making you avert your gaze towards him.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" He said. Your mouth dropped open, but you found yourself unable to say anything. The longer you kept silent, the more he felt his anger simmer. Riddle's face twisted into a vicious scowl before he threw the bucket full-force at a nearby tree. The resounding bang made you jump, fear gripping your heart.

"I said—" Riddle paused, his tongue screeching to a halt once he saw thick blobs of tears sliding down your face. Silence soon followed. Quickly, his demeanor changed as he finally realized the cruelty and weight of his words.

Muttering obscenities under his breath, Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. He's done it again, he let his anger get the better of him.

Mistaking his guilt for anger, you cowered before him, watery eyes glued to the ground as you sputtered out sloppy apologies. "I'm s-sorry, Riddle...I'm really sorry."

"No, I—" The redhead let go of your arm, causing you to fall back and crumble to the floor. He scrambled to kneel down beside you, hands hovering over your waist. "Rose, I didn't mean to—"

"I-I have to go." Everyone stared at you with sympathy as you rushed out of the garden, frantically wiping away at the tears on your cheeks. Riddle tried to go after you, but Trey blocked his path. The third-year shook his head, pushing the dormleader back. "Give her some space."

"You can apologize later." Trey sighed. He folded his arms over his chest, looking as if he was about to lecture Riddle. But the look of guilt on his childhood friend's face already told him all he needed to know.

ACT II: JUST LIKE ALICE

Sobs racked through your chest as you rushed through the woods. You didn't know where you were going, you just knew was that you needed to get away. Riddle's words still beat and tore at your poor heart.

So stricken with embarrassment from earlier, you didn't notice an overgrown branch sticking out of the dirt and you tripped, slipping into an agape rabbit hole. You fell through the dirt tunnel; Screaming your lungs out, spinning around wildly in the air, and panicking while tears sprung out of your eyes. Though you soon realized, as minutes passed that you were still falling. The hole seemed to be unending.

"By the great sevens-?!" You soon stopped spinning wildly and instead started floating down. From soaring book shelves, a musty wrinkled bed, a vintage lamp and a broken down piano—The hole around you was filled with all sorts of trinkets and junk.

It took a good 10 minutes before you finally dropped to the ground. Oddly enough, your fall didn't hurt one bit. In fact, it was rather...plush?

Looking down, you found yourself seated on a tremendous pile of pillows. Each pillow was distinct, mainly covered with red and black patchwork—you could only assume it was handmade. There was some sort of symbolism stitched onto it as well, resembling either a heart or playing cards. 

"What in the...Twisted Wonderland?" You gasped, standing up.

Whilst on top of the pillowy mountain, you took the chance to survey the surrounding room. It was a great hallway lined with many doors of all shapes and sizes. The area was fairly big, modeled after Heartslabyul's dorms with its wine-red walls, checkered floors, and peculiar heart-themed architecture.

Was this some sort of secret hideout?

"How curious..." Sliding down the hill of pillows, you decide to survey the hallway. Amongst the doors, you find a small one that's hardly the size of your foot. It was unique from the rest, colored purple and framed by a golden archway instead of the common silver one that others had.

Speculative, you wrapped your fingers around the minuscule handle and turned the door open. You bent down to peek through and catch sight of a beautiful, lush garden. 

A group of flowers danced around in the wind, almost as if they were beckoning you to take a closer look. For some odd reason, it fascinated you. In a trance, you turned back to the room with a new goal in mind. Surely there must be something in here that could take you in?

A banquet table sitting in the far corner caught your eye. It was filled to the brim with fresh pastries and drinks, strange considering no one was here. Though a bit creeped out, you took a gander at the feast lay out before you. Despite the table being so long, there was only one chair present and in front of it was an envelope.

"Curiouser and curiouser." You mutter.

Tearing the top open with your nail, you plucked out the contents of the envelope and caught sight of your name marked in elegant cursive on a lustrous golden card.

"A letter...?" You muttered. What you found was an invitation to a party. "Addressed to me?"

"The Red Queen's Unbirthday party...?" You mumbled, eyes skimming over the text until one line attracted your attention. "—Where His Majesty's Rose shall put on the Nine-Throng Tiara?"

A Tiara? With Nine-Throngs? 

Blinking, you turned back to the stack of pillows. The very tiara you found in your attic was sitting at the top, glimmering under the lights of the hall. Uh...when exactly did that get here?

You squinted your eyes at the line again. "Where she shall put on the Nine-Throng Tiara..."

"Put on the Nine-Throng Tiara?" Pocketing the invitation, you trudged back to the very top of the pillows and took the jewel headdress in your hands. You could only assume that its appearance here right now was the result of magic.

...So it wouldn't be far off to say that it had magical powers, huh? 

Taking a deep breath, you raised it above your head. "Well then, here goes nothing."

After gently setting it atop your head, you soon found a mystical glow engulfing your body. Gasping, you watched as your school uniform shifted and altered into a dress.

The dress was of a sky blue, a long train at its back, pleats along its front; It was decked with lavish lace, delicate embroidery and sewn in with diamonds.

The dress was knee-length and its big bouffant-styled skirt bounced when you walked. For accessories, you had opera-length white gloves and matching white stockings on.

Running your hand up your neck, you noticed how it had a high white lace collar which oddly complimented the black bow tied snug around your waist. The sneakers you had previously worn shifted themselves into dark mary janes, which felt like clouds with every step you took.

"O...kay? A dress-up was not what I was expecting." Sighing, you bunched up the train of your skirt in your hands and rushed back to the banquet table. This time, you took a look at the food and found a champagne bottle labeled "DRINK ME". 

Silently debating if this was a good idea, after a while, you decide to just go for it. Popping the bottle open, you take a quick swig and immediately get hit with a wave of nausea. Gagging, you place the bitter drink down on the table. 

"H-Huh!?" You gasp as the room around you grew bigger and bigger or rather—as you grew smaller and smaller. 

"Oof!" You plopped down onto the floor, the banquet table now towering over you. The drink had managed to shrink you to the right size and it seems that your clothes adjusted accordingly. Clapping your hands, you happily made your way to the golden door and turned the handle. 

Only to find that it was locked.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Furrowing your brows, you continued to furiously fumble with the doorknob. 

"It wasn't locked earlier!" You whined, kicking at the door. Huffing, you turned back once more to the table. A small golden key was seen on top, one that you must have missed earlier. 

Well, it was far too high up for you to reach now that was for sure. While marching up to the key, you spot a cookie marked “EAT ME” hidden behind one of the nearby table legs. 

"Might as well." You shrug, grabbing the cookie. After brushing it off, you move in to take a bite. "This can't possibly get any worst."

"Huh...? W-Woah!" You shriek, looking down at your feet which seemed to be so far off. Just then your head struck against the roof of the hall. "Uff!"

This time, it seems that the cookie caused you to grow to an inordinately large height.

"That hurt..." You grumbled, rubbing the top of your head. At once, you took up the tiny golden key and hurried off to take the champagne bottle, downing the liquid and shrinking back down. With a pep in your step, you rushed towards the door.

"Alright, Wonderland." You pushed the key into the keyhole, turning until you heard a click. 

"What do you have in store for me?"

Stepping into the door, you found yourself in the peculiar garden. 

It was a whimsical wonderland of it's own. The sky was painted in reds and pinks, and the flowers were ones that you've never seen nor heard of before. The only ones familiar to you were the rosebushes which surrounded the area, enclosed around the garden like towering barricades as little butterflies kissed its roses, fluttering about the flora.

"Oi!" Jumping, you whipped your head around to find a familiar pair of ginger and blueberry heads peeking out from a tree. "Who're you?"

Gasping, both of your hands clasped over your mouth. 

"Ace?! Deuce?!" The first-years jumped at your shrill shriek, nervously exchanging glances when their names flew out of your mouth. Both of them stepped away from their hiding spot, cautiously walking towards you. 

"How do y'know my name?" Ace asked. You were about to answer his question, but got distracted once you noticed the ridiculous outfits they were dressed in. Both of them had identical vivid yellow blouses with thick white lapels. Said blouses were paired with high-waisted red slacks and big blue bow-ties.

Snorting, you covered your mouth to conceal your giggles. "W-What's with the goofy fit?" 

"Eh? This is what we wear every day?" Deuce halted, looking down on his outfit. Ace shook his head, slapping his friend by the back of his head. "N-Never-mind that, listen, we have no idea who you are but—"

"Huh...?" You blinked dementedly. "What do you mean you have no idea who I am...? I'm Y/N!"

Both of them stared blankly at each other, then at you. Simultaneously, they bluntly replied. "Who?" 

"Y/N!"

Ace folded his arms across his puffed up chest. "Never heard of 'er."

"Guys, seriously-"

"That dress looks expensive." Deuce noted, "Are you some duchess from out of the kingdom?"

"No! I'm-" You struggled.

"Deuce, I don't know about you...but I think she might be a bit cuckoo in the head." Ace whispered, deliberately backing away from you. "Let's walk away slowly..."

"Alright! Enough with the jokes!" You lashed out. Gathering your skirt in your hands, you frantically rushed towards the two. "Listen to me! I'm-"

"Your majesty!" Popping out of a corner, Trey appeared by your side and scrambled to clumsily curtsy before you. His shoulders trembled with tension as he kept them taut and square. Stupefied, you stumbled back and gawked at him. "Y-Your majesty?"

It was only then did you notice the two fluffy green bunny ears sitting atop his head. He fumbled with an antique pocket watch, taking a quick glance at the clock before hastily stuffing it into his pocket. Trey wore a plaid red petticoat, dark maroon slacks, and a deep lavender bowtie.

"I apologize for these two." He awkwardly chuckled, kicking at the two boys' knees and forcing them into kneeling positions. Nearly toppling over from the force of Trey's kick, both Ace and Deuce hurriedly crouched down before you.

"We apologize, your highness. We didn't realize it was you..." Deuce trailed off, face spiraling into a ghostly pasty white. "Y-You're not going to cut our heads off, are you?"

"Why—in the everlasting fuck—would I do that?!" You swore, scraping your fingers through your hair and tugging at the strands which made your tiara turn askew. "I don't even know what's going on!"

"Neither do I." All of a sudden, a floating grin appeared in the middle of nowhere, manifesting itself out of thin air. Then, a head and body slowly appeared in a cloud of lavender mist. A purple-haired cat-beastman appeared before you, tail swishing around gracefully as he smoked a long hookah.

The cat looked at you for some time in silence, his face obscured by the thick purple mist he was smoking. At last, he took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed Trey in a languid voice. "My~ You guys are really giving our rose a headache!"

The smoke cleared to reveal a familiar face grinning at you.

"Che'nya?! You're here too?!" You gasped.

"Yes~ Hello, there. Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka at your service," He bows.

"I have to say! It's great to see you here, your highness!" Che'nya chortled, floating up into the air and spinning around playfully. "Your husband turned the entire kingdom upside down looking for you."

Jolting, you pressed your palm flat to your chest in shock. "M-My husband?!"

"Yesss~" Che'nya drawled, floating around without a care in the world. "Your queen has gone mad ever since you've gone, your highness."

"My queen?!" Is your bewildered response.

"Yes, your majesty. Erm...the 'queen' is a he." Trey confirmed. "Queen Rosehearts has been in a state of panic since you've disappeared weeks ago."

Nodding along, Che'nya gestures to the bright red ring on your hand. You gape at the jewel, eyes ripped wide open. Where did that come from? What is with you and random jewelry popping out of nowhere? No, most importantly—you were married to Riddle?!

You tilt your head up, meeting everyone's eyes in a panicked state.

"This is a dream," Slowly backing away, you cradled your head in your hands. The gravity of the situation you were in was finally sinking in.

As you guessed, this was an extremely lucid and well-crafted dream. It had to be a dream. What other reason was there?

Most likely, you were in the forest right now, having fallen unconscious after tripping over that branch. Yes, truly, you must have hit your head somewhere.

In a daze, you gestured to the world around you. "Yes. Yes, this is a dream."

With that logic in mind, you were safely held inside the comforting quarters of your own head. 

"You!" You bellow and point a rigid finger at Deuce. The poor boy tensed up, fear striking him like thunder as you moved towards his incapacitated frame. Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards you and spat out an order,

"Punch me." 

Instantaneously, his horror-stricken expression melts into one of confusion. You want him to do what now?

"Erm.." Deuce furrows his brows, closes his eyes and clutches his chin, pondering. 

Surely, it was against the law to punch the Queen's Rose? If Riddle got the slightest whiff of what he's done, he's a dead man. Then again, disobeying direct orders from royalty was also a crime, was it not? 

He was torn.

Deuce sighs, moistening his lips as he meets your frenzied gaze. Ah, well...either way, this was a lose-lose situation for him.

"A-As you wish." Raising his arm, he smashed a rough fist against your cheek. The blow caused your head to violently whip back as you stumbled to the ground. 

Minutes pass and yet, to your chagrin, apart from the growing bruise on your cheek, nothing has changed. You blink incessantly, brows drawn tight together. 

"That's odd. Punching usually does the trick." You murmur, concurrently confused and dizzy. Trey helped you up and considered your condition with reckoning eyes. "Your majesty, have you hit your head somewhere? Or maybe you're sick? You're acting...odd."

"Oh, well—First off, I fell down a rabbit hole. Then there were pillows, tiny doors—and-and other things I can't even make sense of!" You gestured grandly around, acting out the various things you've experienced but Trey doesn't seem to appreciate your ramblings, continuing to stare at you like you were a madman. 

You huff and scoured the vast open gardens as if you could find the culprit who had created this insane world. "This is all so insane, weird, a-and—and mad!”

"Oh, your highness, everyone here is mad. Especially you~!" Che'nya cackled, throwing his head back in amusement. He floated towards you, wrapping his lithe tail around your waist. "Ah, but while I do enjoy the little show you're putting on. We really have to get you back to the castle. Can't really have our kingdom's rose wandering around the forest with memory loss, hm?"

In a snap of his fingers, a map appeared before you.

"This, your highness, is the Red Castle. That's where you reside." Che'nya tapped his fingertip against the very center where an illustration of a castle was shown. It was quite nicely done, nearly to the point of obsessive architectural intricacy.

"Trey, I trust you'll take them there?" Che'nya purrs, head tilting to the side, knuckles pushing up against his cheek.

"Of course. I'll make sure you return home safe, your majesty." Trey responded, one of his bunny ears swiveling. 

Once again, he checked his watch, anxiety gripping him as a trickle of sweat dripped down onto the glass frame. After a while, he pocketed it and reached his hand out to you. "We must leave now. I'm already running late for the unbirthday party. The opening ceremony starts in 3 hours..."

'Curious and curiouser...This is not so bad a dream,' you thought as you intertwined your fingers with his. 'Perhaps I should stay a while.'

ACT III: A WATCHFUL EYE

"Hey! Bunny—We really had to go this way?" Ace groaned, holding onto the train of your skirt as to not sully it on the dirt ground.

"It's the quickest way to the castle. You know we can't waste any more time." Trey pressed, directing your group deeper into the woods. 

"Yeah, yeah! You told me that earlier. I just don't get why I gotta follow? That cat-guy dipped the moment we stepped a foot into this place." Ace pouted, kicking a nearby pebble away.

"Oh, is that so? Well then, feel free to go back." Trey scorned, taking the train of your dress away from Ace's hands and grasping it in his own. "It's not like I'm forcing you to come along. Surely that would make you happier?"

"Fine by me!" The ginger scoffed, crossing his arms and proceeding to go the other way.

Rolling his eyes, Trey pressed a hand by your back and continued guiding you through the forest. Only for you to come to a halt, digging your heels to the ground. "Wait."

"Your majesty?" The bunny noticed how your eyes flickered to Ace's retreating form briefly, concern swimming around your bright orbs. 

"Will he be alright? I'm not so sure he even remembers where we came from..." You sighed. "We can't really leave him behind. Especially in this forest, of all places."

Trey stays silent, a warm smile spreading across his cheeks. Ah, so the tales were true. Tales of the Queen's Rose and their never-ending compassion. Hearsay's of how they pardon offenders sent to the dungeon cells or to the pillory of a guillotine.

"Don't worry, your majesty," Trey chuckled. "He'll be crawling after us in a few minutes."

Shaking your head, you grimaced. "If you say so."

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"That damn bunny. Makin' me go into this creepy place." Ace seethed through gritted teeth, stomping back from where he came from. "Like hell I'm wasting my time helping that crazy missy."

As he trudged through the dirt pathway, a branch cracked in the far distance and he froze. Fear gripped him in it's grasp as a cool chill seeped into his bones, creeping all the way up to his spine. 

Ahm...was it just him, or was the sky darker now?

Gulping, Ace's eyes darted around the forest. The wind howled and screeched, the tall decaying branches of rotting trees reached out to him like talons, and the gloomy shadows in the distance morphed into twisted, deformed faces.

Yeah, no. He was out.

"O-Oi! Guys, on second thought, a hike is just what I need!" Ace disputes, struggling for breath as he chased after you. "Guys?!"

As Ace skittered after you, he was completely oblivious to the ominous gaze pinned to his back. 

Obscured behind a cluster of trees, a raven, perched atop a log, looked straight at your group with a lidded stare—unblinking and as still as a statue.

Once you were all out of it's sight, the raven spread it's wings and took off into the sky. It soared through the woodlands, fleetly gliding around the large trees of a forest and wide grassy plains before reaching the Queen's domain.

Grey mist and thin fog cut through the streets of the kingdom while a looming feeling of dread permeated through the air. The past few weeks of searching have not been merciful to the people, it seems. Everyone has felt the full effect of the rose's disappearance.

Once the bird reached the territory of the Red Castle, it swoops and dips down to a balcony. The Knave of Knights stood by his desk in his bedroom, reading over letters and declarations from the Queen. Just a few beheadings to schedule here and there, nothing too difficult.

The loud flap of wings drew his attention away from the desk. A leering smirk stretches across his face as he stands and leisurely strolls over to the bird.

"Birdie~ Back so soon? Have you found them?" He purrs, cocking his head. The leather pads of his glove stroke lightly at the crow's head as it squawks a response. "Hmm~? The queen's favorite trio of lunatics is taking her here?"

Chucking, the Knave clasped his hands around his sallet—lazily pulling his helmet off and allowing his ginger hair to cascade down his shoulders. The iron of his cuirassier plate armor glinted under the glare of the sun, refined and battle-scarred though peculiarly lavishly decorated. It seemed to serve more as a fashion statement than actual protection.

"Well then~ Let's go pay Queen Red a visit, lil' Cay-Cay." Cater muses, scratching the side of his cheek.

"Hopefully that rabbit can handle it. It's going to be MY head on the pillory if she doesn't return home safe."

ACT IV: STRAWBERRY JAM

"SOMEONE HAS TAKEN THREE OF MY TARTS!"

The doors to the throne-room thrash open, smashing hard against the walls. Servants and soldiers alike startled, groveling in fear as they forced their gaze towards the entryway. In all his full glory, the Red Queen appears, adorned in his usual white dress suit. 

His face was tinted in a deep bloody red, pupils dilated into mere pin-pricks, and thin lips stretched out into a snarl. The wisps of his lashes cast a bold shadow across his plump cheekbones, the brush of scarlet eyeshadow above his eyes intensifying his scornful gaze.

Card soldiers frantically scramble to line up by the pathway as Riddle prowls around the room, his signature cape tossed over his left shoulder, dragging along the floor as he went. Snarling, he points his golden scepter to a soldier standing by the end of the line. "Was it you?!"

"N-No my queen..." 

"You?!" Riddle bellows, swiveling his scepter to point to one of your handmaids this time. Whimpering, she shook like a leaf in her shoes, wringing a washcloth tight in her hands. "I-It w-was not me, my queen."

A sudden movement, on the fringes of his peripheral vision, caught his attention. Turning around, his gaze was drawn to a chef standing near the door. The boy appeared to be no more than fifteen years old. Riddle assumed he was a mere apprentice.

The chef popped his fingers in his mouth, seemingly humming at it's taste. How...odd.

Squinting his eyes, Riddle strides towards the apprentice. He approached the boy, pushing him back until his back was flush against the window's tinted glass panes.

"And how about you...?" Riddle seethes, leaning down close to the chef's face. A wobbly grin presents itself on the boy's lips as he stutters out a greeting. 

"Tsk." Tutting, Riddle places his scepter below the apprentice's chin, flicking the boy's gaze up. His crimson eye darts to the side of the chef's lips where a smidge of jam could be faintly seen. 

"Miscreant." Riddle snarls, dragging the boy forward by his apron. Falling forward, the subject scrapes his skin against the floor—a look of horror seeping onto his face as he kneels before his queen. 

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD." Riddle screams, slamming the bottom of his scepter onto the ground which discharged a burst of magic. A collar manifested itself around the chef's neck, so heavy that it weighed his entire upper body down—making him fall.

Panicking, he writhed around on the ground but could not muster enough strength to bring his head up due to the sheer weight of the restraints.

"No! Please!" Indifferent to the pleads of his victim, Riddle scoffs and struts towards his throne, heels noisily clicking against the marble. Moving swiftly, a pair of soldiers grabbed the offender by his arms, dragging him out of the room. As the screaming crook was taken out, the doors shut close with a resounding bang.

"My apologies for the disturbance." Sighing, Riddle reclines against his throne, cape draped across his shoulder and cascading down to his lap. Grumbling, he pushes his hair back—half-lidded gaze piercing through the crowd before him.

"All of you return to your previous duties." He orders. Though hesitant, gradually, the servants resumed to their previous tasks around the castle, toiling silently as to avoid further aggravating the Red Queen. 

Riddle sighs and sinks onto his throne, rubbing at the scorch in his eyes. The warm beaming light of the sun cascaded down his flushed face as he reflected over his previous actions

Was he too harsh with his punishment? After all, you've always resented the way he dealt with delinquents so...intently.

Riddle sighs, tilting his head back. Perhaps he should have—

A frown etched itself deep onto his cheeks. 

No. That chef deserved every bit of punishment sent his way. It was a general and well-known rule in the castle that no one must consume the tarts baked in preparation for an unbirthday party. Only a fool would forget it. 

"It was justified," He huffs. "I am clearly in the right," Riddle consoles himself. 

Behind the draping crimson curtains of the throne room, a tall figure steps out—adorned in a full suit of armor. The Red Queen glances at the stranger, immediately recognizing the tangerine strands peeking out through the openings of his helmet.

"Knave." Riddle murmurs, addressing Cater with a simple glare. Unfazed, Cater bows with a cheery grin before striding over to the queen's side. Plopping himself onto the arm of the chair, Cater leans down to wrap an arm around Riddle. "Hiya~!"

"That was certainly the performance of a lifetime earlier. It was theatre worthy!" The Knave snickers, eyes sweeping across the room, rejoicing at the horrified looks the servants send him. 

'How dare a mere knave like him act so friendly with the red queen?!' He could already hear their hushed whispers. 'Was he mad?'

'Mayhaps.' Cater chuckles, eyes turning dark.

"Anyhow~! Boy, do I have some good news for you." Cater laughs, mood switching over like a light switch. He pulls off his helmet, fanning his face with his hands. "Man, it's so hot in here. Like—Who installed the ventilation?"

Riddle clicks his tongue, pushing the knave away. "I am in no mood for your shenanigans. Come back some other time."

"Ugh, if you say so." Cater sighs, slipping off the throne and turning his back to the queen. "I guess you don't want to hear about how my little pet found your rose. Toodles!"

"What?" Riddle snaps, pulling Cater back by his arm. "Repeat that at once."

Cater smiles. 

He turns to Riddle with a cold dead look in his eyes. "Ara~? Didn't you say you weren't in the mood? Don't worry. I'll come back later. For now, I'll be on my merry way~"

"Do not test me, knave." Riddle seethes, hands coiling tight around his scepter. Cater hummed, waiting a second or so before responding. 

"Little Cay-Cay found her with the bunny and the tweedle duo. They were trekking through the forest." He rasps, toying with the half painted rose brooch on Riddle's suit pocket. "I think that little baker bunny of yours is escorting her here."

"Find them." Riddle growls, baring his teeth. Cater blinked languidly, confusion written all over his features. "Why would I do that? Like I said, they're already bringing her here—"

"I said find them!" The red queen snaps, slamming his fist down onto the arm of his throne. Cater stares at him with a passive expression, unmoving and watching Riddle's every movement carefully.

Well, this certainly ruined his plans. What a travesty.

"As you wish..." He kneels, slipping his helmet back onto his head. "...your majesty." 

ACT V: THE KNAVE

Despite the initial creepiness, it was quite nice to take a walk in the forest. 

Owls hooted and birds chirped in the darkness as golden-orange leaves fluttered in the wind. The soft cool breeze occasionally reached out to caress your cheeks. Nature was at pure harmony with each other here, melting into a single combined melody that provided your group with peaceful ambience.

"The gates are just up ahead. It'll lead us directly to the castle grounds." Trey divulged, tilting his head towards a distant outline of a castle. 

You took a deep breath and took in the crisp woodland air, letting it fill your lungs before exhaling it out. The anticipation of what was to come made your hands clammer as a wave of nervousness washed over you.

"Hi~! Oh, Miss Majesty!" The clippety-clop of hooves made its way towards you. Seated on a gigantic beauty of a black stallion, a rider halted before you. 

"Oh! U-Um..." Gasping, you gathered your skirt and stumbled back. Tilting your head up, you gazed up at the stranger, "Ah...are you some kind of royal guard?"

The mysterious armor-clad rider laughs, shaking his head. "Hmm...close to that! Actually, I'm a knave!" 

"The name is Cater Diamond. At your service." Cater bowed. His horse too mimicked his actions as it bent a knee and curtseyed before you. Giggling, you raised a hand to gently pet at the stallion's mane. It seemed to revel in the gesture as it relaxed and huffed in satisfaction.  

"Ah. Cater, I-I didn't expect to see you here." Trey fiddled with his glasses, a ruminative look on his face. The chef kept himself guarded, stepping a few feet away. Cater side-eyed him, smiling ominously. "Hiyaa~ Trey! Nice to see you and your little tweedle boys."

Deuce and Ace frowned, glaring at the smug aristocrat. Folding his arms over his chest, Trey sighed. "Yeah...nice to see you." 

"Mhm~ Now!" Cater clapped his hands. "While I really do appreciate you bringing our Miss Majesty back to the kingdom...I do believe there's an unbirthday party coming up? Well, it would be best if you commoners—Ah, excuse me—participants went ahead and started preparing."

All three had the same smoldering frown branded onto their faces. They were clearly irked at the not-so-subtle dig Cater sent their way. It’s becoming a bit of a ritual: every time the knave would meet any of them there was always some snarky comment sitting on the tip of his tongue.

"I dunno' if you're blind or anythin', but we're kinda busy." Ace scoffed, tilting his head over to you. "She still has to get into that castle." 

"Ah, about that! Don't worry~ I'll take things over and bring the rose to the castle." Cater grins at you, patting down his horse. "Miss Majesty, wouldn't you prefer riding a great stallion instead of...how horrifying...walking?"

"Oh, I really don't mind walking. I think I'll just—"

"Great!" Before you could finish your sentence, Cater leans down and wraps a firm steady arm around your bottom. You flinch, pushing your hands against his shoulders. "H-Hey!"

"Easy now, Miss Majesty." He hoists you up onto his horse, securely placing you atop the saddle. The train of your dress was now bunched up by your hips as you sat sideways on the stallion. 

"You're so relentless." You huff, smacking Cater's iron clad chest. Only to end up regretting it when your palm started to throb from the impact. Hissing, you drew your hand back.

What a surprise. Who knew hitting someone decked in full armor wasn't a good idea?

“It would be unrefined for me to leave her with someone—someone like you!” Trey bristles, dashing over to pull you off the horse but Cater was quick to shove him away.

“Oh, please, bunny. I insist,” Cater replies firmly. “You're a busy man, Trey. I—of all people—know the importance of keeping a well-ordered schedule and you know fully well how Queen Rosehearts hates being off schedule."

Trey stays silent, keeping his gaze glued to his feet.

Grinning wryly, Cater starts guiding his horse in the direction of the castle. "Well, then~ Toodles! We'll see you three at the party."

With a whip of his reins, both of you were off.

In haste, you turned your head around, bidding adieu to the trio as they waved back.

ACT VI: MAD PARTY

The journey to the castle was fairly long, yet you found yourself enjoying the sights and bustle of the city blurring past you while the people greeted you with robust gaiety and mirth.

When the clouds parted to reveal the sun, you noticed that your eyes stung as you peered up at the strangely pink sky. It wasn't the intense brightness of the sky; rather, it had a shade that brought back memories of late afternoons spent in Heartslabyul, petting pink flamingos while lying on the grass with Riddle's head on your lap.

Following unbirthday celebrations, it was routine for you two to relax while just enjoying each other's company.

Ah, that's right...the unbirthday party. In fact, now that you think about it, there was an unbirthday planned in your "reality" as well. It was the day after today, and the entire dorm was overrun with work.

A painful sting crept up your heart as you remembered the events that transpired earlier. Oh, you must have ruined Riddle's preparations...no wonder he was so livid.

The horse slowed to a stop as you reached the entryway of the castle. It was in essence of a Victorian design. With its mosaic of red cobblestone and brick, it stood there—tall and bold, as though conjured from a child's fairytale.

Cater slipped off his horse and held out a hand for you to take. "Shall we? Ah, but, you do know that your presence is mandatory at an unbirthday party?"

"Yes, I do. We shall." You smile and take his hand as he carries you off the horse, setting you down onto the ground. The knave led you to the back of the castle, where a garden—or, more accurately, a yard—was at.

A big rose-tree at the entryway drew your attention. The roses growing on it were white, but there were two gardeners at it, busily painting them red.

"How curious..." You mutter. "It's just like back in Heartslabyul..."

"Pardon? What was that, your majesty?" Cater questioned, a brow raised. You shook your head, faking a cough. "Ah—Erm—Nevermind that it was just a slip of tongue."

"Oh. Alright..." He regarded you with a skeptical look. "Well then. I'll leave you to it. I have to go fetch Queen Rosehearts."

"Do enjoy the party." With a final bow, Cater strode away, leaving you alone.

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The party was bustling and filled with patricians dressed in colorful, silky lavish garbs and glimmering jewels. The majority of the men and women were dressed considerably more extravagantly than you. It was a charming small extravaganza that everyone seemed to enjoy.

They were all huddled around by a grand large banquet table, but you weren't interested in that at all.

Among the guests, you recognized Trey. He appeared to be speaking to a card soldier in a hasty, anxious manner, smiling at everything the soldier said and passing you by unnoticed. The bunny was clearly preoccupied; you decided to leave him be this time.

You turned back to the gardeners painting the rosebushes. What a very curious thing...and you went nearer to watch them.

Just as you came up to them, one of them nearly splashed you with a dash of paint. You pulled your skirt out of the way, narrowly missing a drop of red. "Oh, my!"

"Oi! Look out, Deuce! Don’t go splashing paint over like that!" You peered up at the gardeners, noticing two familiar faces.

Ace and Deuce were engaged in a heated argument, flinging their brushes and buckets around.

“I couldn’t help it! You jogged my elbow!" Deuce snarled, throwing his brush at Ace. Screeching, the ginger dodged it. "Oh yeah! That’s right, Deuce! Always lay the blame on others!”

Deuce flung down his paintbucket, and had just begun to roll his sleeves up "Say that again—” when his eye chanced to fall upon you. As you stood watching them, he checked himself suddenly. Ace looked round also, and both of them quickly bowed low. "Your majesty!"

"You know. You ought to stop fighting if you want to get this done," you mused. "Queen Rosehearts is coming, boys. Make sure to get that done or it's—"

You swiped your finger across your neck, hinting at what was to happen if the two didn't straighten up. "Off with your head."

The tweedle duo visibly tensed up. "Yes, your majesty!" They shouted, rushing back to paint the unblemished white roses. At this moment, Trey, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called out: “The Queen is here!"

The people gathered by the entryway, and you looked round, eager to see your Queen. Murmurs and whispers spread through the crowd as the procession started.

First came a crowd of card soldiers, decked in military uniforms that were reminiscent of Heartslabyul's dorm uniforms. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, Cater was seated atop his horse, head stuck up high in the air. As he waltzed by, you could hear the murmurs and giggles of young women and men around you. Smiling, you shook your head as he winked at a flustered servantboy. 'What a charmer...'

Last of all, the trumpets blared an ear-piercing blow as the highlight of this grand procession came.

"His Imperial Majesty, His grace, His excellency, His Royal Majesty...The Red Queen, Riddle Rosehearts!"

The people round you bowed down yet you were rather doubtful whether you ought to lie down like them or approach the procession. So you stood still where you were, and waited. When the procession came by you, they all halted.

A moment of pure silence envelops the scene. Everyone in the garden gawked at you, placing you in a spotlight. A bashful smile came upon your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hi..?"

"Rose." Riddle muttered, shock radiating from his entire being. The scepter he'd been carrying was discarded on the floor carelessly as he surged towards you, dragging you into his arms. Gasping, you eagerly sank into his embrace as the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers. Riddle drew back and pressed his lips heatedly against yours, making you feel faint.

My, the Riddle in this world was certainly much more forward than the one in yours.

"Oh, my dear." Riddle swoons, raising your hands and pressing his lips against your knuckles. "Dearest, I've been worried sick. I thought you'd gone forever."

Heart melting, you whispered, "Well, I'm here now.", and traced the side of his face.

Riddle leaned against your touch; He tucked his arm affectionately into yours and pulled you in to join the procession.

As you soon noticed, you were walking by Trey, who was peeping anxiously at a paper.

"Hello, Trey" You greeted. "—where’s Che'nya?"

“Hush!” He said in a low, hurried tone. He looked anxiously over at Riddle who was preoccupied with adjusting the large bow to your dress. Trey leaned over, putting his mouth close to your ear as he whispered "Che'nya is under sentence of execution."

“What for?” You hushed, eyes wide as a plate. Trey opened his mouth to speak but before he could—you were pulled off into the croquet grounds by Riddle.

"What a lovely day for croquet. Don't you think, rose?" Riddle smiled, pressing his lips against your knuckles once more. He pulled you forward, chest flush against yours as his hands rest against your hips. Stammering, your cheeks burned up at his bold affections. "O-Oh! Yes! Very much! Though I don't know if I have the energy for a game right now."

"Alright then. Feel free to rest a while." Riddle seats you down a round table filled with pastries. Riddle discards his cape, revealing the handsome the 3-piece suit he had underneath.

The queen plucks a rose from a nearby bush and nips away its thorns. He presses a fleeting kiss against your lips whilst threading the rose into your hair. "Stay here, dearest. I'll be back."

ACT VII: OFF WITH HIS HEAD

Well...the croquet game wasn't going so well. The players all played at once without waiting for turns, overeager to get Riddle's attention. They quarreled all the while and ran around scrambling for the hedgehogs and flamingos.

It was complete anarchy.

The very thing Riddle hated.

In a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” roughly once every minute. You become overwhelmed in the midst of this mayhem and fled to the safety of the banquet table. There weren't many individuals present. Only a few people lingered and loitered around.

Pouring yourself tea, a hand suddenly wraps around yours as purple mists surrounds you. A second later, a grin appears. "Hello, your majesty."

"Che'nya!" Now fully visible, the cat stops smoking his hookah and blows smoke in your face. "We meet again."

Coughing, you swat the smoke away. "Ufh— Y-Yes! How are you?! I heard you were sentenced to be executed!"

"Oh yes," Che'nya yawned, resting his head atop the banquet table. "I escaped the guards. Queen Rosehearts didn't like it when I took his crown."

"You took his crown?!" You screamed out a little laugh and Che'nya grinned madly. "Yes~ Oh, you should've seen his face when he realized it was missing! It was like a strawberry about to explode! Ah—but you seem quite down. What is the matter?"

“It's the croquette game,” You began, in rather a complaining tone, “Everyone is quarrelling so dreadfully and Riddle's temper has exploded again.”

“Hmmm. Tell me, how do you tolerate the Queen?” said the Cat in a low voice. "Seeing that you're married to him and all, silly girl."

“Well, tolerate is a mean word. He's not all that bad,” You soothed, fiddling with the rose in your hair: "I think you’d take a fancy to him if you could only see just how caring he is."

"People will always look at their lovers with a love-tinted gaze." Che'nya purrs, leaning his head atop yours. "Prime example being you, silly girl~"

"How dare you speak to her that way."

Just then you noticed that Riddle was close behind you, listening. Jolting, you moved away from the cat and accidentally dropped your tea cup. The piece of china clattered to the ground, spilling its contents all over the green grass. Paying no mind to the mess, the queen pulled you towards him, protectively shielding you from the cat.

"I remember you. You're the thief. Tell me, how did you manage to worm your way in here?" Riddle pointedly snaps. "I'll have you know this breaks a rule in the—"

“A cat may look at a king,” interrupts Che'nya, smoking his hookah. "That is the only rule I've bothered to remember and I’ve read that in some rulebook, but I don’t remember which one. There's so many dreadful rules. How do you manage to memorize it all? Ah—apologies—I forget that you have such a big head."

With every passing comment from the cat, Riddle's fury simmered and grew anew. The cat looked up at the royal with a wide grin.

"You are brilliant and astute," he slurred, while Riddle neither acknowledged nor protested the remark. "Yet you are a tyrant and that rose of yours is a willing little sheep."

A deafening silence soon followed. The shock locked Riddle's bones together; a coldness seeping into his bones, making his skin feel akin to ice as his chest filled with hostility and ire. You felt a muscle underneath your throat tighten, but you gave both men a quick nervous smile and nudged Riddle to the side. "O-Oh darling, let's go somewhere else. Maybe you'd like to sit down? I-It's so hot and—"

"Sheep? A sheep you say?" Riddle barks, his hands clenched into fists—trembling at his sides. You wanted to calm him, but did not have the opportunity to do so as his voice cut through the thick tension in the air.

"Why it would be the very height of your arrogance to presume." Riddle seethes, pointing his scepter at the cat. The queen's eyes glowed an immense red, magical energy swirling around him. "As punishment for your crimes...it's off with your head. I'm going to tear your head off with my bare hands if I have to."

"You can try~" Che'nya grinned.

The Cheshire cat lunged towards Riddle, tossing the queen's scepter away. It all moved so quickly that your eye could barely follow the sudden shift of repressed anger to outright violence.

They had gone down to the grass together, knocking the banquet table over, spilling the pastries and tea to the ground. Riddle sagged him by the shoulders, fist smashing against the cat's face. Che'nya's lip had split, and drops of blood fell onto the lawn like the strawberry jam of smashed tarts. 

In the midst of the fight, a glimmering object in Che'nya's hands caught your eye. You saw him grab a stray knife, pastel blue frosting still spread on it, and the sight of it shocked you into action.

"NO!"

ACT VIII: THROUGH THE WINDOW

"NO!" You scream, half of fright and half of anger, and kicked your legs around. Startling yourself awake in a fit, you found yourself lying on top of a clinic bed, limbs soaked in sweat—the smell of alcohol and anti-septics sobering you up. "Wh-What?"

All of a sudden, warm hands cupped your damp cheeks. You met Riddle's worried gaze as he wiped your tears away. The dorm leader slipped into the chair next to your bed, pushing you to lie down. "It's just a nightmare, dearest."

Your gaze flitted around the room, stopping once you saw something shimmering on your bedside table. The tiara was discarded to your side; Its once luminous blue gem was now gone, leaving an empty space in its wake. Looking down, you found yourself in your paint-stained uniform, skin feeling awfully crusty from the dry paint.

'It was just a dream...?' you ponder.

"What's the matter? Please tell me what's wrong." Riddle fussed over your disheveled appearance. Your face perspired with sweat and your hair was a tumble about your shoulders; He combed it with his fingers, careful to not pull at any tangles and knots. "Rose? Dearest? Are you alright?"

No, you wanted to say. It was hard to breathe, and there was a thick, unpleasant feeling weighing down your heart. It made your head spin. Riddle ran a hand up and down your back as you took a deep, shaky breath, trying to reorient yourself. Despite the apprehension in your chest, you gave a single nod to your worried lover. "Yes. I'm just shaken up."

"Love.."

"Everythings fine." You force out. Though, you’re really saying it to yourself. You can't stop the aching in your chest and you surely can't silence the echo of his ruthless words replaying in your mind.

"Oh, dearest." Riddle murmured, his heart breaking.

The redhead slips in bed with you, dragging you in the comfort and safety of his arms. He sighs in relief when you don't push him away, instead scooting over to press against him. The smell of his cologne invades your senses, grounding you as he rests his head against yours. "I am so sorry. I have been too hard on you."

"When Ace found you passed out in the forest, I was beside myself with anguish...." Guilt washed over his face. The dorm leader had no use for pride, not now when you were in this condition. He hopes that his apology, meager though it has been, will be enough.

"Had-Had I known you were sick, I wouldn't have been so—I deeply apologize. I should not have let my anger get the best of me. I was a fool to get so heated over something as simple as spilled paint. I hadn't even checked if you were alright." Riddle mutters.

"I'm sorry too. Though, I'm just glad it's over." You breathed out, resting against his chest. Then you regarded him with a pointed stare. "Humph. You have to make it up to me, though."

"Of course. Thank you, rose." Riddle hesitates for a moment and then, brazenly, leans forward and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh! How bold~” You tease with a wry grin, giggling madly like a Victorian lady who just held hands with her lover for the very first time. Riddle flushes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Shaking his head, he composes himself, coughing into the sleeve of his shirt. "Am I not allowed to show you affection?"

"Oh no, I adore it." Chuckling, you reached out your hand, and Riddle eagerly took it. He pressed his lips against your forehead as you stared out the window in front of you.

While the sun sank, the sky was tinged with bleeding reds and violets. You spent the next several minutes wondering whether what you'd just witnessed was truly a 'dream' when you saw a strange appearance in the air. That baffled you at first, but after observing it for a minute or two, you realized it was a sharp toothed-grin.

Sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off was Che'nya. When he smoked his hookah and blew smoke about himself, a purple magical mist encircled him. The Cheshire cat grinned at you with a split lip before fading away.

How curious.

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♡ falling asleep on their shoulder ♡

-> how they would react if you ended up falling asleep on their shoulder

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Will be a bit annoyed (at first)

Leona, Ace, Jack

They'd wanna wake you up, gently nudging you, "oi, my shoulder isn't for you to sleep on", but seeing how fast asleep you were and seeing how adorable your resting face was had them giving in.

I feel like Leona would be inclined to sleep as well, eyelids growing heavy and his head occasionally leaning on yours, but he would try to keep himself awake because he didn't want anyone to disturb you. If anyone walked in making a ruckus, he'd shoot them a glare and quietly tell them to shut up lol.

When you wake up, these dudes would definitely be like, "Finally awake, sleepyhead? Well you owe me one for drooling all over my shoulder". Apologize all you want, the only acceptable payment he'll take is your love and affection, particularly in the form of a kiss, hehe 😘

Wouldn't really know what to do

Idia, Deuce, Epel, Ruggie

They'd probably freeze up when they've realized you've just fallen asleep on their shoulder. Should they wake you up? Should they just let you rest on them? They wouldn't know what to do. While they don't want to disturb you, knowing how tired you must have been, the longer you leaned on them, the more they would observe your lovely, peaceful visage, note the warmth radiating from your body as you were clinging onto their arm, and just wouldn't be able to handle the adoration that they felt for you overwhelm them. They would feel their heart rate go up and feel their cheeks grow hotter as you held them closer in your sleep. He wasn't used to being in close contact with you for such long periods of time after all.

Sleeps along with you

Floyd, Cater, Kalim, Che'nya, Silver

He's going to lean his head on yours and fall asleep too. He doesn't plan on waking you up and would feel too bored just sitting there that he decides he might as well sleep. I think it would become a routine between you both. The moment he feels your head weigh down on his shoulder, he'll stop whatever he was doing and would grin, "I guess it's nap time for me too!!", and then sleep. Let's be real, he probably uses it as an excuse to slack off, yet, at the same time, he truly enjoyed moments like these where he could simply rest and be so close to you.

Before sleeping, I can totally see Cater taking a selfie of you sleeping with him waving a peace sign and captioning it, "Nap time~!"

Is as happy as can be

Rook, Malleus, Lilia, Neige

When he feels the weight of your head resting on his shoulder and sees you asleep, they are over the moon for you. They're just so happy to know that you're this comfortable and relaxed enough around them, that their hearts are all a flutter. He's so tempted to scoop you up in his arms and let you rest there, holding you close to their chest, but seeing how peaceful you already look right now, he chooses to keep still. Though, if you subconsciously nuzzle your face into his shoulder, he's gonna want to kiss you right then and there. You're just. Too. CUTE!!! 😤💘

And if you do end up waking up because of it, he'll apologize but will be thankful deep down because now, he'll take this chance to let you sleep in his arms instead, where he can keep you close, safe and protected in his warm embrace, kissing your forehead as you again fall asleep, "Rest well, my love. I'll be here for you when you wake up"

Will wake you up

Vil, Jamil, Rollo, Sebek

Yes, these guys will wake you up especially if they had things to do, but will do so politely (excluding Sebek, he'll be loud asf) and with good intentions. If you're this tired, then he suggests that you lay down and sleep in your bed. Y'know, so you can be more comfortable, and the last thing he wants is you getting a stiff neck from sleeping on his shoulder.

Yet, if you insist enough that you want to sleep with him near you, then he'll oblige by either letting you lay your head on his lap or by carrying you to your room and sleeping beside you. In the case that he sleeps beside you, when he sees you've finally succumbed to sleep, he'll try to slip out to continue his work. But once your hand instinctively reaches out to grab his sleeve and mutter his name, he stops, and resigns himself to laying beside you again, huffing, "oh boy, what am I gonna do with you..?" , while softly caressing your cheek with his thumb. He tries, but he simply can't resist you.

Won't be bothered at all

Azul, Riddle, Jade, Trey

If it was possible, he would simply continue what he was doing, albeit more subtle and quieter now. You sleeping on their shoulder wasn't bothersome to him. He found it quite endearing actually.

He liked the contact and for you to be vulnerable like this with him, he doesn't want to ruin the moment. You are now under his care. And he'll ensure that no one disturbs you and that you're able to lean on him comfortably. I think he'd feel free to show more affection towards you now that you were asleep. He'd kiss the top of your head, and probably keep his hand on your thigh or on top of yours, gently rubbing circles on your skin as he continues his task. If any strands of hair were covering your face, he'd promptly move it away so that he'd be able to thoroughly admire you, smiling because of how fortunate he feels to be with you.

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Chapter 1-2 [Sorceress!Yuu x OB!Characters]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: Wanting to help the collared people you follow Che'nya's plan and infiltrate the castle to befriend Riddle.

♡︎ Warning: None just Riddle being cute

「 ✦ PREVIOUS ✦ 」 「 ✦ NEXT ✦ 」

The plan was simple: get inside the castle, befriend Riddle, and try to change his mind about the collared people. But nothing really seemed simple to you, especially when you were expected to befriend a tyrant.

So, there you sat, perched on a chair, patiently waiting as the trio rummaged through outfits to find the perfect disguise for your role as the new palace architect. Che’nya, with a mischievous grin, mentioned the disappearance of the actual architect, leaving you with a nagging feeling that the details were best left unexplored. You couldn’t help but wonder how Riddle wouldn’t immediately recognize someone he had recently collared. Ace, unperturbed, dropped a blond wig onto your head, bearing an uncanny resemblance to your own hair, just a different hue—an inquiry you dared not voice. Deuce, on the other hand, overwhelmed you with volumes of the Queendom’s architectural styles. Days stretched into a week, your nose buried in dusty tomes, absorbing everything to brace yourself for whatever Riddle might demand. Amidst your studious immersion, you longed for the day this charade would come to an end.

Grim slept next to your books, he looked so peacefull as you reached for his head giving him some pats, brushing his fur with your fingers. At least someone was having a good time.

"What do you mean I, the great Grim, can't go with my Human?" Grim's voice reverberated in protest as he pointed an accusatory finger at Che’nya. The four of you sat sipping tea before the planned departure, and Che’nya had insisted that Grim couldn't accompany you. The rationale given was that Grim might cause disruptions that would compromise the entire plan. Initially, you had reservations about separating from your feline companion, having never ventured anywhere without him. However, Che’nya’s reasoning began to resonate.

"I also believe it’s for the best, Grim," you said, trying to pacify your betrayed friend. "Your help is crucial here." But Grim's disappointment was evident as he refused to meet your eyes.

"Fine. Go without me. But if you need help, don’t even think about calling for me!" With that proclamation, Grim stormed off, leaving you alone with Che’nya.

"How are you feeling? Tomorrow is the big day," he said, flashing a broad smile that did little to ease your nerves. You'd spent a lot of time contemplating what could go wrong—whether Riddle might recognize you, discover that he had collared you, or find your true intentions.

"Nervous, but I think I can handle it," you replied, attempting to project confidence.

"That's what I want to hear, nya!" He rose from his seat, offering a gentle smile that seemed to reassure you that everything would turn out okay. And you trusted him.

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In front of you loomed the gates of the castle, towering above you like monumental giants. As nervous thoughts raced through your mind, you couldn't help but chuckle, recalling these particular gate styles from one of the books you had studied. Oddly, this recollection gave you a surge of confidence. When the guards ushered you inside, you encountered Riddle once more, this time greeted with a warmer reception. Surprisingly, he seemed pleased to see you. Perhaps your initial encounter had simply been an anomaly, or perhaps he saw you in a new light now.

Riddle took your hand and bestowed a quick kiss upon it/gave you a quick handshake in welcome. "I've heard quite a bit about you, an architect of considerable renown," he praised, elevating your spirits even though these praises weren't intended for you. "But, pardon my frankness, I had envisioned you differently." His comment made you widen your eyes, and you felt a sudden shiver run down your body.

"I hear that often," you replied smoothly, trying to maintain composure. "Before we discuss the building plans, I'd love a tour of the palace, just to gather some initial inspiration. If that's possible." You glanced around the entrance, taking in the surrounding rose-filled bushes.

"Please allow me to escort you around." Riddle's company led you through various rooms and halls within the castle, each adorned in shades of reds and whites. The floors boasted a chessboard pattern in black and white, a pristine and luxurious atmosphere entirely distinct from the dusty tower you once called home. After an extensive tour, Riddle guided you outside, revealing the verdant gardens and a sprawling rose labyrinth, meticulously tended by the royal gardeners. Finally, your journey concluded at a collapsed building.

"Several months ago, the collared peasants rebelled against my mother's regime and destroyed this beautifully crafted building," Riddle spoke, a hint of disdain evident in his voice as he referred to the collared people.

"Rest assured, there's nothing beyond my ability to build. I'll create something that will please the Queen's desires and more," you assured him with a smile, earning visible satisfaction from Riddle.

"Very well." Some guards approached, and Riddle turned to leave. "I entrust the rest to your capable hands," he stated before departing.

With a sigh of relief, you released the breath you'd been holding. Everything was proceeding perfectly, just as you'd hoped. Gazing at the ruined building, you found the guards and workers awaiting your instructions. "I need some paper and a pencil."

Swiftly, you sketched structures inspired by the palace's designs, blending in elements from other styles that harmonized well. After several hours immersed in the drawings, you raised your head to find all eyes on your sketches. A twinge of embarrassment hit knowing they'd witnessed the entire process. However, the awe and admiration in their expressions reassured you that your work was appreciated. Rising from your seat, you began directing everyone around, bracing yourself for the tasks ahead. This month would be demanding, but you were prepared.

Lying on the bed, you relished the comfort of the room Riddle had assigned you. It was quite spacious, and it struck you that Riddle seemed particularly fond of this architect. It dawned on you that you knew so little about this person—if Riddle asked you something, you’d be completely at a loss. Determined to remedy this, you resolved to locate the palace library the next day and educate yourself about the architect.

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You wandered through the palace walls, groggy from the night before, in search of the library. After a long walk, you finally found it and stepped inside. The sheer size of the place left you in awe. The bookshelves stretched like the halls themselves, laden with books of various sizes and hues. Everything was meticulously organized and devoid of any dust. There was so much to read, and yet so little time. For now, your focus was on learning about the architect. You hurriedly looked through the books about this strange figure. Fortunately, their face was never shown, signifying their desire for privacy. Most of the works were stunning, intricate creations, teeming with details you'd never encountered in the books Deuce had provided. You made mental notes about these, realizing that diverging too much from what Riddle envisioned could raise suspicions.

As you returned the books to their places, one peculiar volume caught your eye. It bore your last name, prompting a moment of confusion until you plucked it from the shelf. Inside, you discovered a book chronicling your parents' journey. It vividly portrayed snowy landscapes and recounted how they had earned their place as landowners, working their way into prosperity to establish something in their name. Memories from your childhood flooded back—moments with your mother, interactions with villagers, and the constant presence of a childhood friend who was always by your side. Everything seemed blissful, which made you wonder why they had locked you away in the tower. Questions swirled in your mind, but a strange, unsettling feeling urged you to cease your inquiry, casting a shadow over your thoughts.

Reluctantly, you returned the book to its spot, unwilling to dwell further. With a heavy heart, you moved toward the exit, your head bowed in contemplation. However, just before leaving, you noticed someone else in the library—a surprise visitor. To your astonishment, it was none other than Riddle.

You pondered whether engaging in conversation with Riddle was a wise choice. He appeared consumed by work and potentially quick to collar anyone deviating from his desires. However, before you could depart, your eyes met, and you found yourself captivated by his stunning blue gaze.

“Y/N,” he greeted you warmly, rising to meet you, and you were jolted out of your daydreaming.

“Forgive me, I just—”

“No need for apologies. In fact, I would love your company if you permit,” his tone unexpectedly tender. Was this the same person who had erupted when Grim landed on his head?

“Of course. How may I assist?”

“I’d like to hear your thoughts on my designs.” He gestured toward his table, displaying the most intricately detailed building plans you’d ever seen on paper. Your reaction was instinctual, you had to stifle your amazement. If he saw the design you'd given to the construction team, he might have certainly collared you.

“This looks—” You paused, realizing you were playing the role of a distinguished architect whom Riddle admired. You couldn’t merely fawn over his work. “Pleasant.” Despite the underwhelming choice of words, Riddle’s eyes widened with pride.

“I’ve been studying your designs extensively, attempting to draft the building myself. But my efforts could never compare to the real artist.” He regarded you as if you were his shining star, leaving you to wonder if he realized you weren’t the actual architect.

“I’m glad you appreciate my designs. It’s always nice to find a fan.” You offered a smile, and he reciprocated, clearly pleased with your words. Yet, even as he smiled, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, indicative of fatigue. “Have you been overworking yourself?” You posed the question, realizing afterward that it might not have been the most appropriate thing to ask.

“Well, I have my duties as the future king of the Queendom of Roses. I can’t simply set them aside,” he responded, a glimmer of happiness shining through as he realized your concern for him. On your end, you grappled with the situation. Your intention was to grow closer to Riddle to facilitate removing the collars from everyone, so you needed a way to break down his barriers.

“How about baking some strawberry tarts?” you suggested, sporting a cheerful smile. He looked at you with a quizzical expression, seemingly ready to dismiss your idea. “If you need to leave midway, I can finish what we started and bring you the tarts when you’re free. So, no need to worry about a thing.” You offered solutions, trying to convince him, though he seemed puzzled by your eagerness to spend time with him.

“If you insist, I could permit it,” he agreed, adjusting his tie in a nervous gesture. “But everything must be done precisely! And the kitchen must be perfectly cleaned afterward,” he stated, almost as an order. You nodded in agreement.

“Follow me, Riddle!” you exclaimed, taking his arm and guiding him to the kitchen, causing him to widen his eyes at your bold actions.

In the midst of baking the tarts, Riddle meticulously followed the culinary book's instructions, determined to use precise measurements. Any deviation seemed to stress him, and he'd restart if things didn't align perfectly. As he focused intently on each step, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his strict approach.

“Riddle!” you called out, finally voicing your exhaustion with his rigidity. Startled, he dropped the spoon he was holding, his face flushing with a mix of emotions, perhaps anger or embarrassment, you couldn't discern. But you persisted, “This is why your designs aren’t perfect! Things like this aren’t meant to be perfect, they’re meant for the fun of it!” He seemed to freeze, absorbing your words. “When I come up with new designs, I don’t aim for perfection, I draw what I find fun at the moment,” you elaborated. His mouth opened and closed, as if struggling with your point. He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

“So… I need to have fun? Stop trying to make my designs perfect?” he murmured, almost to himself, but you caught every word. You nodded, handing him the dropped spoon. He hesitated but then swiftly scooped flour, bypassing the measurements this time. You saw him gulp, battling his instinctual need for precision, yet he bravely added the flour to the batter.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it!” You clapped your hands, prompting a deeper blush from Riddle, who let out a sigh but continued to bake. You sensed that he had relaxed, gradually enjoying the process of making tarts with you. Despite his attempts to maintain a pristine kitchen and occasionally strive for perfect measurements, you noticed a significant change in his behavior, and that was what mattered most.

As you grabbed a large bag of flour, you lost your balance and tripped over your own feet, sending the flour cascading onto the floor and covering you both in its powdery embrace. Panic surged through you, as you slowly glanced at Riddle who also had been covered in flour from head to toe, you anticipated Riddle's reaction to the mess, believing that now even Che’nya could not save you from this one, but unexpectedly, he burst into a hearty laughter. You froze, stunned by his unanticipated response. Instead of anger, his laughter filled the room, and he even walked over, extending his hand to help you up from the flour-covered floor.

“I haven’t laughed like this in such a long time,” he chuckled, his cheeks tinted pink from the flour. His laughter was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile back. However, amidst the chaos and his laughter, you noticed something about him that felt strangely captivating, even covered in flour he seemed to have this angelic look to him, wait, what did you mean with angelic? Did he always look this nice? You shook off the thought, dismissing it as a trick of the moment.

“Sorry, I will clean all of this!” You hurriedly searched for a broom, but Riddle placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm and friendly gesture.

“I used to visit a friend of mine when I was young,” he reminisced, an unfamiliar softness in his tone. “One day, he tried to teach me how to bake. That day, I dropped a full bag of flour. I never heard the end of it from my mom, but it was such a nice moment…” His words trailed off, and both of you stood there, flour-covered but sharing a moment of connection. His hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment before he withdrew it, seemingly realizing the gesture's duration. “Sorry…” His demeanor shifted slightly as he began to look for a broom. “We should clean all of this,” he suggested, and you nodded in agreement, grateful for the lighter atmosphere between you both.

The rest of your free time was spent enjoying the tarts and tea, chatting about various topics. It became evident that Riddle was gradually opening up to you. Even if it was initially part of the plan, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his company.

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After a long day, you finally returned to your room, feeling exhausted. The building constructions were progressing smoothly, even better than expected. As you made your way towards the closet to change into your pajamas, a strange knock caught your attention. It seemed odd for someone to visit at such a late hour, but you decided to investigate. Upon opening the door, no one was in sight. You shrugged it off, thinking it might have been your imagination until the same knock echoed again. This time, you scanned the room, even checking the windows, but found no one, until your gaze shifted to the mirror in your room.

“This is the first time we get to talk properly,” the strange woman in the mirror addressed you, her lips moving in sync with her words, yet she remained motionless, fixated on you. You felt frozen, a chill creeping over you—did ghosts exist? Were you so fatigued and sleep-deprived that you began to see apparitions? “I was expecting this reaction, but relax, I am not here to harm you. Quite the contrary, I want to help you.” Her voice, despite standing next to the mirror, sounded distant and echoed faintly.

“Who are you?” You approached the enigmatic figure cautiously.

“I am you from another universe. I believe your friend Che’nya has already explained most of it.” The revelation stunned you. She had been the one to free you from the collar. Hearing Che’nya's tale of being cursed to live inside a mirror, unable to experience the outside world, evoked a pang of empathy. Having been locked in a tower yourself for so long, devoid of interaction and exposure to the outside world, you could empathize with her isolation.

“How do I set you free?” Your directness caught her off guard, her head bowed to conceal her sorrow. It felt surreal—her facial features mirrored yours, almost like watching your reflection cry.

“Only someone with an immense amount of magical power can release me,” she replied, raising her head to fix her gaze on you.

“But is there anyone out there with that kind of power?” You questioned the possibility. While many powerful wizards existed, like Riddle, you doubted they could intervene in such a situation.

“You,” she responded, and your eyes widened in surprise before adopting a more skeptical expression. “I can grant any wish, but with each wish comes a curse that consumes the wisher, slowly eroding their sanity and driving them mad. Strangely, it also bestows a certain strength upon them.”

Your astonishment grew; the thought of losing your mind over a wish you were still uncertain about was daunting. Sensing your concern, she offered crucial reassurance. “Given that we are the same person, this curse will affect you differently. Your sanity will deplete at a slower rate.”

“Why does it affect me differently, and what happens if I completely lose my mind? What then?” You felt the weight of the seriousness setting in, wondering if helping her was worth such a dire situation.

“This is our curse. It works like poison—the more exposure you have, the less impact it will have over time.” She paused, extending her hand toward the mirror’s surface. “If you do succumb, I’ve discovered a way to undo the curse during my confinement here.”

“And what’s that?” You inquired, intrigued.

“A true love’s kiss.” The two of you stood facing each other in an awkward silence. What did she mean by a true love's kiss? You hadn't found someone who made your heart skip a beat, and as you began to voice these thoughts, the image of Riddle laughing, covered in flour, flashed into your mind, reddening your face.

“W-what? S-so, that means you’d just kiss all those guys you cursed?” You blurted out, still rattled by thoughts of Riddle. As soon as the words left your mouth, both of you seemed to stutter, embarrassed like two high school girls gossiping about their crushes.

It took a while for both of you to calm down and realize the gravity of the situation. Sighing, you took a few steps back and settled onto the bed, facing the sorceress. Emerging from a tower, only to be thrust into this chaos, you wondered if things were spiraling further out of control with each passing moment.

"Can't I just wish for you to be free?" you asked her, as this seemed to make the most sense.

"The power of the wish is connected with the magical power of the wisher." She looked at you with a sad expression. "And for now, you don't possess enough magical power. The only way for you to get stronger is to wish for smaller things for now." You nodded, annoyed with the revelation. Of course, things couldn't be as easy as you wanted them to be. How foolish of you. As you thought about any wish, with nothing coming to mind, you watched as she slowly started vanishing from the mirror. Some sort of magical dust slowly made your reflection show in the mirror as it used to. As you heard a strange voice in the back of your mind, "If you ever feel like asking for a wish, repeat these words.”

“Wish and want in sacred verse, Grant my heart's desire, universe.”

That was an incantation. You rushed to grab some paper before forgetting it, but as you started jotting it down, you realized it had ingrained itself in your mind. It seemed intentional, as if you couldn’t erase it even if you wanted to. You relaxed, lying back on the bed, letting your tired eyes close. Tomorrow promised to be a long day.

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[dearest-siblingtwst]

I love the Idea about Reader being Riddle Rosehearts twins and having kind and gentle personality its sweet:D

But since we know Mrs.Rosehearts its a people who cannot be called healty parents (abuse her child mentally)

So.. i have like- 2 idea

Reader don't have any Gender applied, use "You"

In my First Thought, I was thinking, maybe you get special treatment from mama Rosehearts some Reason

papa Rosehearts died and mama Rosehearts love him deeply,

im not normalize her actions, so i hope you guys didn't thinking negative.😔

And she see's you who look like his Husband and boom you get loved most than Riddle (and Riddle think its normal since he love you too PLATONIC) and im using this Headcanon for my twst Book CHERSIH ROSES (Twin!rosehearts) in Wattpad.

You got what you wanted but you still have to strictly follow your mother rules, sometimes you sneak out to go Riddle room to make him taste a strawberry tart that your mother give to you.

"isn't this yours tart, mama only gave to you so why did you bring it here? especially just one slice."

Riddle said, worried that your mother would find out and punish him or you or possibly both of you.

"I want you to taste it too, mama brought two tarts and I already ate one!"

you exclaim and handed the tart to Riddle but in reality your mother only brought one especially for you but you wanted Riddle to taste the strawberry tart.

Riddle hesitated but as soon as he ate a spoonful of the tart, all his doubts disappeared and he really enjoyed the tart you brought him.

throughout his life Riddle was forbidden to eat Tart or other sweets because of you mother who said it was poison and that why you were very happy to see Riddle really enjoying this piece of tart.

you promised to use this opportunity to make Riddle's dream come true, even though it's just as simple as eating a tart but it feels like you have to go through any challenge just to get a piece of tart.

One day your mother told you that you couldn't see Riddle anymore because Riddle was on time for punishment.

Of course you nodded but were a little suspicious because Riddle never broke the rules in the house before you passed Riddle's room in midnight and heard sniffled.

in the end you knocked on the door and found Riddle crying of course you didn't know what was going on but you still tried to cheer him up.

Riddle was very grateful you were still by his side.

And my second Thought, You and Riddle have a same situation but for the mostly you were get cared for by your father while Riddle was get cared for by your mother.

And that you really doesn't care about the Rules but keep follow them with your genuine heart and smile to make mama Rosehearts proud.

surprisely she put you and Riddle study room together, you know Che'nya and Trey too.

But during the strawberry tart incident, you didn't play with Riddle and the others because you had a high fever and were resting and you didn't know what just going on.

Of course Mama Rosehearts was worried and decided not to force you to continue your studies for a while.

(As much mama Rosehearts are strictly i assume she still has soft spot if her child are still younger and in danger or sick, she kinda remind me of my mother too)

you lie limp on the bed staring at the ceiling with boredom, you also can't sleep because it's uncomfortable especially when your fever still can't go down.

"I wonder where Brother.. he promised me to visit me after playing with Trey and Che'nya."

You sighed and turned your body to see the window in front of you, the sky was overcast and it looked like it was going to rain.

suddenly your body jerked at the sound of the crash under the floor and started to sit staring at your door, it seemed that something had happened.

You furrowed your brows and quickly got off the bed and walked out of your room with all the strength you had left.

As you started to approach the stairs to go downstairs to check, you stopped when you saw Riddle who was crying and also your mother who looked very angry.

remembering Riddle who had offered you to play with Trey and Che'nya but you refused because of your sick condition and you realized that your mother knew Riddle sneaking out during his study lesson.

"I cannot believe this! Not only are you cutting independent study time, but i find you eating a mountain of sugar?!"

Your mother shouted at Riddle angrily and even you could see the disappointment and disgust mixed in with the emotions.

"I'm sorry, Mother! I promise, it will never happen again."

Riddle who was crying and apparently begging your mother with a trembling body made you freeze.

Your heart sank when you saw Riddle's condition, who was crying non-stop and apologizing over and over again. You saw the silhouette of your mother wanting to climb the stairs. You immediately rushed back to your room so your mother will not get suspicious.

closed the door silently and leaned against it and finally you sat down behind the door with all your energy drained.

from all your life you did see your mother screaming but you never saw your mother angry as if like an evil witch.

You also know that your study room and Riddle's have been separated so you don't have the chance to accompany him like you used to.

you still study in your room but you feel bored, you also can't visit Riddle to his new study room because your mother is there.

because your mother is busy look after riddle so you have a lot of free time, that's why you have a chance to having chit chat with Trey and Che'nya about this.

Trey felt guilty for making Riddle get scolded and blame by your mother but you felt guilty for making your mother blame Trey and his parents.

that night you snuck out of your room to visit Riddle's room, you tried knocking on Riddle's door and Riddle opened it.

Riddle was worried that you were still sick but you assure him and focused on trying to comfort Riddle.

if you think why do you have to go during night to entertain Riddle?

like the scenario above, you don't have time to accompany Riddle because of the tart incident and also Riddle's mother who always watches Riddle's movements.

therefore I thought that Riddle's mother went to sleep early according to the rules that had been implemented and night time was free time.

[michelletsw]

Hey I saw that you don't write anything and I wanted to ask (again) if you could write general platonic with dorm members who treat f!yuu like younger sister when RSA wants to take her with them? You write really great and I would want to read more from you😍

How fun love this idea! Sorry this took so long to get out lol, takes place during vdc but where going to over look vils overblot for the story line 😅 also I might have made savanaclaw a little shipy with esme and y/n (sorry I love him lmao)

I'm gonna go ahead and make this 2 parts sorry about that

Platonic/siblings like writings

Fem reader with protective characters that treat reader like a younger sister

Warnings ⚠️ cursing, not proof read

Character’s: Heartslabyel, octavinelle, scarabia, savanaclaw (pt2. pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia, wip)

During vdc the rsa students seemed to take a liking to you so much so they started asking you questions about why your going to nrc? "Your such a nice and caring person why are you going to nrc?" Or they'd ask if you want to go to rsa instead they'd be more then happy to talk to there headmage about it. Everytime you always politely turn them down, but they keep pushing the question And it started to get annoying.

Heartslabyel

Riddle- r

Ace- r

Deuce- b

Trey- g

Carter- o

Che'nya- p

Reader- p

You where walking over to the tea garden for another tea party, when you open the gate che'nya pops up and almost gives you a heart attack, You continue walking and ask why he's here? "Am I not aloud to just pop by and say hi?" He says, jokingly you respond with " you are but it's you so I know that's not why your here" "your words wound me y/n" while you two where talking you ended up making it to the main area with out noticing. That's when che'nya asks you the same question he asked earlier that day "so what are your thoughts on coming to rsa instead?" "excuse you?" Riddle interups before you can say anything ace and deuce are right next to you in less then a second draging you away from che'nya and over to the table "y/n is perfectly fine right here in nrc with us there not going anywhere" ace says glaring at che'nya. "Ya y/n you can't leave your my selfie buddy, plus who am i ganna gossip with if you leave" as cater says that you sit down and deuce pushes your chair in while trey offers you a cup of tea. "If y/n wishes to go to rsa instead that's not our place to stop them, though I would love if you'd stay" "I agree with trey-senpi even if it would be sad if you left" deuce added but it was quite obvious he wanted to take aces side. "what even brought this question up to begin with, y/n are you wanting to leave nrc?" Again you couldn't get a word out before being interrupted "me and the rest of the students agree that it would be better from y/n at rsa, wouldn't it? It would be alot less stressful" "That may be true but if she doesn't want to leave you can't make her" "but I don't wanna leave" you say finally being able to talk over everyone. "Well then you heard the lady now leave us be" ace immediately says after your statement che'nya accepts his failure and goes to leave but not with out stealing some sweets and saying good bye first. After that event they all seem to have gotten a little more protective over you till all the rsa students leave after vdc.

Octavinelle

Azul- b

Floyd- p

Jade- g

Y/n- p

prince rielle- r

It's a very well known fact that the "fish mafia" trio looked at you as there little sister considering there attitudes towards you and the way you where treated. So it wasn't much of a surprise how they acted when they over heard a conversation you had with rielle, "actually that's a question I've been meaning to ask, why are you going to nrc y/n?" "Well I mean I was basically summoned by the mirror, so I guess I've never thought about leaving the school to go to a different one" "well would you want to join us at rsa? It'll alot nicer then here" the trio had been standing behind the corner just listening but that last sentence made floyd speak up "Huh~ shrimpys not leaving anywhere royal goldfishy" "I agree there perfectly fine staying here at nrc, why would you even recommend such a thing?" They say placing there hands on your shoulders. "Indeed why would you recommend something like that prince rielle, Perhaps to gain something?" "Oh! Azul, no of course not I'm just curious on there opinion on going to rsa" "shrimpys not going anywhere" floyd says now just completely laying his body weight on your shoulders with his chin rested on you head "it is up to y/n if they want to leave or not floyd" "that's dumb, your not leaving right shrimpy" floyd now whining and pinching your face " ow stop that floyd and no i dont plan on leaving nrc, thank you for the offer tho" "well then it's settled, we should get going or else will be late" you say your goodbyes to rielle and leave with the trio. Till vdc was over they definitely had you nearby at almost all times afraid one of the other rsa students would try and convince you to leave again, insert floyd being an obnoxious little shit the whole time.

Scarabia

Kalim- o

Jamil- r

Jaseem- b

Reader-p

Kalim and jamil where waking around trying to find you before vdc started, they round a corner and see you talking to jaseem. Before kalim could yell to you jamil put a hand towards his face telling him to wait a second, he wanted to know what jaseem wanted with you. "have you thought about going to rsa with us" kailm spoke up before you could answer "wait y/n your wanting to leave nrc!?" "Kailm calm down" "Oh hello, don't you think it would be better for y/n at rsa? It would be alot less stressful and they would get an actual dorm" "lowkey does sound kinda nice.." "your actually considering leaving Ó╭╮Ò" "it's there choice kailm" though he doesn't sound that worried about you leaving his face says other wise. jamil is good at hiding his emotions but he clearly looks upset from even the thought of you leaving, kailm is also clearly upset from this idea looking at you like a puppy that just got something token away. Jaseem breaks your thoughts " do you want to come to rsa y/n?" "Thank you for the offer but I'll have to decline I'm sorry" "I see thats quite alright" "great. Now that's over we need to get going before where late" With that you say goodbye to jaseem and walk to the vdc stage. Kailm was obviously more clingy till vdc was over and jamil just seemed to be a little more protective over you just in general afraid someone would want to convince you to leave nrc again.

Savanaclaw

Leona- r

Ruggie- o

Jack- b

Y/n- p

Esme- p

It's not even a question. The fact that they grew up with woman having higher power and deserve 100% respect it is very obvious that they see you as a little sister and if im being honest sometimes it would feel like your friends with complete assholes and others they look like there about to fight God for you. It's very confusing anyway back to the topic at hand. It was right after there vdc performance when esme came up to you and started a conversation the boys not really paying much attention but still listening, it's only when they hear the words "so did you think about coming to rsa?" Come out of esme's mouth do they 100% start paying attention. Ruggie pops up out from nowhere draping his arm on your shoulder like your a stand or something for him to lean on "what was that about rsa" "GrEaT 7!! where tf did you come from!?" "I was talking to y/n about switching to rsa" "why would you ask such a dumb question?" "Are you wanting to leave nrc y/n?" "Not necessarily?" "Oh so you are still thinking about it?" "Why would you want to go to rsa" (insert esme trying not to say "well they would win something for once" because if he did, he knows he might lose his life/j) "it's just an idea" "it's a stupid idea" "are you sure that's something you really wanna do?" Jack stop ✋️ i can't handle your sad face. "Again it is just a suggestion if you need more time to think on it you can just message me" "message you???" Ignoring ruggie "will do but I can't promise I'll say yes" then a little goat walks up to you both and starts to lightly headbutt esmes leg "haha it's quite alright, I better get going" he picks up the goat and you say your good byes...... "you gave him your number??"

Protective bastards I swear lmao. Definitely alot more protective Definitely insert ruggie being a rat bastard by making you help him with leona for like a few weeks or else he won't stop bothering you about the whole rsa thing. Jack just being sad that you even thought about wanting to leave.

[gh-0st-y]

a crack fic, for @spadecentral and @pixy-styx <333

— What in the Great Seven?

summary : riddles just going about his day when he continuously trips over nothing - whatever could be wrong?

cw: none!! kinda riddle x reader but not rlly

today started out like normal - following all his 810 set rules, keeping eyes on the two mad first years, and talking to the prefect he had been getting close to ever since his overblot.

riddle conversed with you about the upcoming unbirthday party, planning to invite you along, "–if you are able to, do join, itd be marvelo—" but in the midst of his sentence, he tripped forward, barely catching himself as he hit the ground. he sat up, face burning in embarrasment as he glanced around, hearing the familiar laughter of ace and deuce, causing him to get impossibly redder. you had to calm the red head down before he caused a problem,,

but going throughout his day, this happened countless times, riddle growing more and more irritated and embarrassed as the day went on. what could ever be going on?

as he was walking back to the heartslabyul dorm, almost predicted, he tripped over what he assumed were his own feet. before hitting the floor, he was caught by his arm, looking up to see a familiar grinning face..

"fancy seeing you, riddle," che'nya grinned down at riddle whos face stained red once again.

"honestly. you did this all day? unbelievable, che'nya! i should collar you!" riddle now lectured the grinning cat.

"sorry, rids. just couldnt help it!"

"hmph," the red head pouted, turning away. it felt childish but..it was a nice childish behaviour - something he missed.

authors note: SHORT EW - hope you enjoy !!!

[jardin-de-limaginaire]

Mad tea party (Riddle/Idia/Che’nya/Lilia/Rook x Gn! Reader)(Platonic)

(Here's an old oneshot I made a long time ago based on a Brandon Rogers' video, that I never posted, but I've finally got the courage to post it. Be prepared for the cringe)

WARNING: This is a crackfic, and it's pretty random. It also contains curse words and mentions Riddle's overblot.

(TL;DR: Riddle has a tea party with some dumb kids and then overblots after someone throws a chair at him)

Word count: 1878 words

***(Y/N)’s POV***

“Riddle?” I asked worried and scared to see if my friend was ok. I saw as his unconscious body was beginning to be covered with ink.

“I think the queen is possessed” Said Che’nya in Horror. We watched as Riddle was beginning to turn grey, and his eyes glowed red.

“RUN!” Screamed Lilia as we saw Riddle overblotting. “AAAAAH,” I screamed as Riddle screeched.

Ok, you might be wondering “(Y/N) what is happening I’m confused!” and right now I’ll tell you that story, so be prepared!

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I have awakened in an unknown place. I wasn’t at NRC this time. I was on a field of some sort. it looked like a normal field from my world, so maybe I’ve returned back! I continued walking, only to see some guys screaming at a small table that was in the middle of the field.

“Oh! What is this party over here?” I said as I took a closer look at who was at the table. It was only Riddle, Che’nya, Lilia, Idia, and Rook!

I went up closer to them to see what they were doing. I saw all sorts of delicacies, like mont blancs, strawberry tarts, lemon scones, carrot cakes, and many more. My mouth started watering from how delicious the desserts looked.

The only thing that seemed off was the teacups that were cut in half. They looked weird, but whatever, this is all just a dream, at least I think it is…..

I decided to walk up to them so that I can say hi to them.

”Hello everybody!” Everyone got scared and jumped when they heard the words I uttered. They got even more scared when they saw me. I saw Riddle becoming red in anger when he saw me.

“Who are you?” He asked looking like a tomato. he was wearing a [red dress with a big heart on it. He looked exactly like the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. I decided to respond so that he wouldn’t use “Off with your head” on me. “Why I’m Alice!” I said. My name might not be Alice, but hey, I have to pretend (If your name is Alice, then just ignore this part). Riddle was pouting at me, still not sure if I was really “Alice”. Luckily, Che’nya baked me up and told Riddle:

“This is Alice, I found them while I was on a tree.” I smiled at Che’nya, thanking him for saving me from riddle’s wrath. Speaking about him, Riddle was still suspicious of me but he let me sit beside Idia and Lilia. Shortly, it was tea-time, and we began drinking tea.

“I’m having quite a ball in Wonderland, what about you all?” Questioned Riddle curiously. Idia looked down and the tips of his fire-hair became pink. He was wearing a black tank top with yellow balloons wrapped around his head, meaning to represent bunny ears and face make-up that I think we’re supposed to look like your hare. It honestly looks like something a 10-year-old with no talent would slap onto somebody’s face. Soon a voice came booming in “Yeeesssss” It was Rook! he was wearing a floral outfit and had a purple and blue flower painted on his face. He looked as ridiculous as Idia looked. It took me all my willpower not to laugh at how they looked.

Riddle glared at him and ask him calmly: “ Who are you?”. Rook Do you do with a hand pose and said “I’m the flowerrrrrrr!” Do you know where is singsong voice. Riddle nodded and said “oh” before beginning to drink his lemon tea. After he was done drinking his tea, he looked directly at Che’nya. Che’nya was still wearing the outfit that he was wearing when we first met. Give a cat-like smile when he saw Riddle looking at him. “Who are you?” Asked Riddle, Che’nya grinned more and said, “I’m the Cheshire cat!” And Riddle looked surprised. “Ooooh!” He awed in surprise. Then he turned his attention to Lilia, who god knows what he’s wearing. He wore plastic trash bags, with the ugliest vest you can think of that a grandpa would surely wear, and sunglasses. Riddle got curious about who might Lilia be, like dude you literally invited these people to your tea party, how come you don’t know who they are?

“Are you the Jabberwocky?” Asked Riddle. Lilia proceeded to raise his hands in the air, and then put them on his hips. “You have no idea motherless child!” And then he began hiding under the table.. Riddle shook his head in disappointment and clicked his tongue. “Here’s used to having more children fall through our rabbit holes.” He sighed.

Soon, Riddle finished his second cup of lemon tea, but he wanted more, “March hare, can you bring some more tea?” He ordered. Idia got out of his chair to bring more packets of tea. We waited one minute and nine seconds for Idia to bring tea packets. He gaved them top Riddle, and Riddle screeched maniacally. I was standing next to him so that I can put hot water into his cup for his tea bag. While Riddle was getting the tea bags, Rook decided to become an opera singer and sang a high notes. Riddle glanced at him, looking mad in both ways. He became angry and insane, thanks to Rook ruining his moment of putting the tea bag.

“No, homosexual, stop it!” Screamed Riddle. Soon they all began to scatter around and screaming in gibberish, I was the only one who didn’t do that, and they looked so stupid running around. Eventually, I was sitting next to Riddle and Che’nya, and I watched as Riddle opened another tea packet, and threw the tea bags in the air.

“Yehehehehehe!” Laughed Riddle as a maniac. I started choking on my saliva from how hard I wanted to laugh. Idia was scared and started signaling Riddle.

“They’re doing the kegels!” Riddle got scared too. “Oh! The Kegels! Stop!” He then punched my back so that I would stop choking like a little child. It surprisingly worked. a few minutes later, I saw Rook meditating on the field. I decided to join him, for fun. Riddle saw us not sitting in ourv seats, so he came to us to ask what we were doing.

“What is this?” He asked. Rook finally opened his eyes to look at Riddle and started doing weird hand gestures.

“I’m photosynthesizing!” He said in a calm voice and then started humming. We decided to leave him be and started inspecting the field. Soon, I saw a tractor. “What is that kind of tractor doing in wonderland?” Asked Riddle confused. “I don’t know to be honest with you, my queen!” Riddle looked at me and he smiled. I smiled back, happy that he smiled for the first time in a while. We held hands while going to our table, and sitting there, but Rook decided to sit on the table and “photosynthesize”. What a loser. Riddle looked like he was about to vomit.

“Stupid acid reflex putting me in a bad mood!” He was mad. Like really mad. He looked like a tomato that was boiling like the hot water that I put in Riddle’s cup. He saw Idia stare at him in concern and glared at him.

“The freak you’re looking at, Hare?” Asked Riddle in anger. Idia tried to calm him down by saying “Eek! I’m sorry, my queen!” Riddle raised his brow and began inspecting Idia’s face. He looked like a child who just saw a brand new species. “Your hair looks like Nagito Komaeda did it.” Idia was shocked “Oh my god!”

Riddle started playing again with the tea bags. I finally mustered enough courage to ask him why he had an obsession with the tea bags. “Um…my Queen? Why do you like tea bags so much?” I asked. He looked at me with hollow eyes and laughed. “Well, my dear Alice, it’s all because when you have this tea, toilet paper doesn’t do crap!” He screamed as Lilia ran past him and stole the bag of tea and laughed. Riddle looked so mad. Then I looked at Rook, who was humming. Idia wasn’t too pleased and screamed at him “Stop photosynthesizing at the table!” He yelled.

Che’nya decided to scream. “I’ve got more tea bags!” And shoved them in Riddle’s mouth as he almost choked. Riddle got sooooooo mad. “I’ll use Off With Your Head if you do that one more time!” He said as he stormed off. “Take your chair with you!” Shouted Idia and threw Riddle’s chair. Riddle screamed and fell down. He laid there unconscious. Rook fell down too dramatically and then we saw Jack Howl jogging away. “Uh, Hello? Hello!” Shouted Idia confused. Jack looked at us confused before jogging some more. Che’nya got up and asked. “Who the hell let him down the rabbit hole?” Lilia flew past us and said “I’m gonna sh!t on your dreams!” Then I saw Riddle coughing up ink. I went up to his unconscious body .

“Riddle?” I asked worried and scared to see if my friend was ok. I saw as his unconscious body was beginning to be covered with ink.

“I think the queen is possessed” Said Che’nya in Horror. We watched as Riddle was beginning to turn grey, and his eyes glowed red.

“RUN!” Screamed Lilia as we saw Riddle overblotting. “AAAAAH,” I screamed as Riddle screeched

Che’nya hid under the table, where Riddle started throwing chairs and he turned the table upside down. Che’nya hissed at the redhead. The Redhead got so scared that he ran towards me as he screeched. I was next to Idia who began running away as he was yelling “A freaking spooks person!”. As he said that, Riddle averted his attention towards the blue fire-haired and started chasing him. I got a chair and threw it at him. I accidentally hit Idia, so I went with plan B, and I started chasing Riddle as I took him by the hand, to which he tried getting out of my grip.

I kept the grip as if my life depended on it, Riddle began spinning to get rid of my grip, which only made me spin with him.

“Save us, Alice!” Screamed Idia who was rubbing his head from the impact with the chair.

In the end, Lilia managed to stop Riddle by throwing a box full of tea bags. Riddle then fell to the ground, and I saw his body glowing. Suddenly, I got a flashback from Riddle’s childhood. i saw him crying. “Riddle are you good my bro?” I asked, he looked at me and muttered. “I-I…Just *hic* Sharted *hic”* All I said was “Same bestie” with 12 fuck!ng android emojis. Then the flashbacks were gone and I was on the field again. Riddle woke up, looked at me and smiled. But soon his pale face became green a he puffed his cheeks. “Goddammit, acid reflex! “ he said and then turned back to normal. He smiled at me, an I smiled back.

Lilia was watching everyone help Riddle, and then said “And that was the real story of Twisted Wonderland.”

The end

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Trick or Treat: Twisted wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts Trick ver.

Warnings: None 

Your P.O.V

Between giving Riddle a treat or a trick you chose to trick your lover in hopes to see his scared face. Normally Riddle is anything but scared so you wanted to break open that wall and find something to scare him. You had quite the plan, all that needed to be done was put into place. Patiently, you waited for Deuce and Ace to bring Riddle over to the garden where it was held.

Heartslabyul student#1: I see him, he's coming! You: Everyone to their places!

Riddle P.O.V

Riddle: Deuce, Ace what’s the problem… Where did those two go?

Snip, snip, snip. Very faintly Riddle heard the sounds of roses getting cut. He didn’t know which direction it came from, but he searched in the darkness. However, Riddle couldn’t see nor find anything.

???: Curious thing, aren’t you? Riddle: Who said that! Show yourself! ???: Hehe you’re really a curious fellow, aren’t you? If you want to find out, then head towards that small light. It’ll show you~ Riddle: The light? Ace, Deuce what in the word are you two up to…

Slowly Riddle made his way to the small light, where he found an abandoned tea party. Everything resembled that of theirs, yet it had been dull and gloomy in color. Still, Riddle wasn’t scared he was going to get to the bottom of whatever trick this was.

???: Look out!

Boom! There was a big pot of tea that was hurled towards Riddle. Thankfully this mysterious figure pushed Riddle out of the way. He looked closer to see… no one.

Riddle: Thank you… whoever it was.

Approaching a seat at the tea party, he sat down to read a note placed on top of a teacup. The note read:

To the one who finds this,

Please, run away from this place. They’re all made here! If you don’t make it out, they’ll come for your head!

Riddle: *sigh* Those two really need to stop playing tricks… Come out! Ace, Deuce I know you’re there! ???: Are they? How do you know you’re not somewhere else?

This time Riddle came face to face with, not one, but several card soldiers lined up in a row. Step by step they inched closer to him. Standing up from his seat Riddle prepared his magic pen… or so he hoped. Truth be told Riddle was terrified of the bloody soldiers approaching him. In each hand they held an ax prepared to slice his head off his body. Riddle was chilled to the bone, but he had to run before they captured him.

Jumping on top of the table, Riddle made the quick decision to look for an opening between the tightly packed soldiers. He searched fast and found a small silver between the ace of hearts and four of diamonds. In hopes of escape, he jumped off the table to grab the shoulders of both cards to lift him out of the trapped circle. Swoosh! He made it.

???: After him!

Riddle wasn’t done. By now he knew his way in the darkness and raced towards the way he came from. He was almost there when the three of clubs grabbed onto him.

Little girl: Let go! He was almost there! Little boy: Don’t give up! Let me attack the bad guy!

Confused, Riddle looked down to see children attacking the three of clubs. Bump! Riddle was dropped onto the ground.

Little girl & Little boy: We saved him! Little girl: Sir, you’re almost there. I believe you can get out of the graveyard!

Running back to the start, still perplexed by the children he turned on the lights to the garden. Whoosh! All of the lights lit up to show everyone in the room. There he was greeted by his own dorm students, the two children and his lover.

Little girl & Little boy: You did it! Little boy: I knew you could get out, here’s a tart slice I got from the three of clubs Riddle: What is going on? You: I’m sorry it was supposed to be a spooky prank until we lost track of time. Cater: Which is why those two children are here. They’re here for the Halloween event. Ace: Man~ It wasn’t supposed to end like that, Deuce: But we had to deal with the magicam monsters at the entrance. You: Yeah, and then these two got separated from their parents and wanted to watch after seeing the surveillance camera…

By now it had all made sense to him, it was a trick that got out of hand for multiple different reasons.

You: I’m sorry to all of you that helped. We planned this only for it to get washed down the drain… Riddle: I don’t think so. The children are smiling and even the dorm students look happy to have been participating. I never expected this at all, but I’m happy I got to experience this.

Turning to look at you Riddle too decided to play a little trick on you.

Riddle: Trick or treat?

Before you had any time to answer, Riddle quickly pulled you closer to him then placed a kiss on your forehead. It was a light kiss, yet it was filled with so much warmth it made your heart flutter. Turning back to the other students he warns everyone to get back in place.

Riddle: Alright let’s get back to work now. Skeletons have to do their job as graveyard keepers.

Turning back, he places a finger over his lips to keep you quiet about what just happened. Frozen in place from what happened you take a moment to collect your thoughts.

Deuce: What should we do with the broken teapot that Che’nya threw at Riddle? You: … Ace: They’re too frozen from what Riddle just did.

[gay-salt-amber]

Poly Roadtrip Headcanons?

Don’t give Epel the aux, Savanaclaw and Deuce will like it but everyone else will be concerned

Ruggie drove for like 2 ½ hours but Trey had to take his spot because Ruggie was gonna straight up murder the next person to cut him off

Some of Ruggies lines:

“FUCKING COME ON PEOPLE IT'S A 55! WE GOT FUCKING GOT PLACES TO BE!”

“ARE YOU MAKING A CAREER OUT OF BEING IN THE WAY?”

And, “You should've been a blowjob!” Which made everyone die laughing

Neige is looking at the billboards and he and Vil talk about the people on them and commonly they’re like, “They are absolute garbage to work with.”

They put their stuff that's not in the trunck underneath lida and Che’nya who typically keep their legs crossed

Jade is the one with the headache and stomach meds cuz he, Azul and Floyd get car sick a lot

Their first stop is Trey’s families bakery, there is a lot of cheek squeezing and Jade is just chuckling in the back

Cater convinced some of  the others in the back of the car to play black jack (card game where you try to get closest 21 without going over) and uh, Lilia is REALLY good at black jack and says, “You’re lucky we aint betting anything~” 

Silver is asleep on Sebeks shoulder with Esther calmly nestled into his hood in their bat form

They pass some older Victorian buildings and Malleus is talking to Azul about how they were built

So, they have like 3 vehicles cuz NRC has a lot of kids plus Neige and Che’nya and Sam, Crowley and Crewel who have a car with the more ‘peaceful’ kids

Jack found Epel’s Ao3 (its Ao4 in twst but imma call it Ao3) and uh- hes so confused cuz bois never read fanfics and he asked Leona with no explanation, “What tf is the Omegaverse?” and uh, Leona died

Jamil is listening to music while Ace and Kalim talk for half of the roadtrip and hard crash onto Jamil’s shoulders (they were on both sides of him) and napped the other half

Karaoke, that's it just karaoke 

Deuce sits with Epel when they do a seat change while at a gas station and now the Epel 5 are all in the back being gay u-u

That's actually how the Light Music club told everyone that they actually made a full album (and then some) and played it for everybody.. Let's pretend that the music from that NRC Light Music club playlist is theirs;w;

They have lunch at a very beautiful park and then go eat dinner at the twst equivalent of a Taco Bell

Deuce sits with Epel when they do a seat change while at a gas station and now the Epel 5 are all in the back being gay u-u

That's actually how the Light Music club told everyone that they actually made a full album (and then some) and played it for everybody.. Let's pretend that the music from that NRC Light Music club playlist is theirs;w;

They have lunch at a very beautiful park and then go eat dinner at the twst equivalent of a Taco Bell

They crash at their hotel the minute they enter their rooms

Their rooms are sorted by couples and everyone is ESTATIC about this

So, Neige and Vil are used to the whole ‘wake up early and go downstairs and get breakfast’ thing that you do at hotels normally but nobody else has that good of an eternal clocks when it comes to these things and Rook is confused

Floyd drove back and was surprisingly a good driver

When they go to the beach, Octavinlle go to the water and y’know be their mermen selves and at first Azul was hesitant cuz y’know, he doesn’t like his body and def doesn’t like being in that form infront of his loves since he thinks they dont like how he looks. But Idia, who hates water, goes in with him and says, “You’re dating a dragon boy and I have blue flaming hair, we wouldn’t ever care about your appearance.”

Riddle is that photo of goth at the beach, y’know the one

[twiistedxwonderland]

{ MORE.............. Ship tags }

[thegayestmferintown]

Can i request for any twisted wonderland characters that's fit x reader who don't know how to cook

yeah, of course!

Some of these characters have shorter parts because I added every character in the game, minus side characters such as (Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker (Che'nya), Rollo Flamme, et cetera)

Also! If there are any inadequacies with grammar, I apologize, I'm at a friend's house while i'm writing this and I'm very easily distracted.

If it's not obvious, I'm a sucker for soft Sebek

Ortho is strictly platonic!

And Reader can be viewed as either Yuu or not!

@nisobird because there's Azul

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts ;; Heartslabyul Housewarden ;; Second Year

Riddle's world comes crashing down, in all honesty.

The boy was raised with the ideal that a partner is supposed to be at least a decent cook, but you are the exact opposite.

He will eat your food only to be nice.

Even though he can't cook all that well himself, he'll try to suggest ways to make it better even though none of his suggestions really, truly help the awfulness of your cooking.

Let's just hope you don't end up cooking for his mother.

Trey Clover ;; Heartslabyul Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Trey is quite literally the sunshine to your moonlight, your sky to your ground.

You two are total, clear opposites.

He can cook almost anything without flaw, especially pastries and sweets.

He will panic if he ever sees you in the kitchen, trying to cook something.

He'll subtly take over for you, slowly taking more and more control of the kitchen.

Cater Diamond ;; Heartslabyul ;; Third Year

Cater would not care one single bit.

He is taking so, so many photos and posting them on Magicam, he does not give two shits whether it looks amazing, or absolutely terrible.

He will post it, specifically because you're his partner, you're his significant other.

And yes, he will shove it down his throat even if he needs to vomit it up later.

Ace Trappola ;; Heartslabyul ;; First Year

Ace can't cook, not one bit.

He's also very weird about his tastes.

He'll eat pickles and ice cream but he probably won't eat a single slice of cheese.

He'll eat anything you make at all whatsoever, unless there's cheese. (I headcanon he absolutely hates cheese, don't ask why)

He'll watch you cook and won't even interfere.

He does notice how bad your cooking is but he won't say or do anything about it because he genuinely does not care.

He'll even tell you it's actually good

Deuce Spade ;; Heartslabyul ;; First Year

Deuce doesn't even notice how bad it is, and if he did, he wouldn't even care.

He'll anything and everything, minus bell peppers.

He cannot, and will not, eat bell peppers.

He hates the taste, the texture, everything about bell peppers is everything he hates in all of Twisted Wonderland.

He tends to not watch you cook and has no reason for it.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar ;; Savanaclaw Housewarden ;; Third Year

Leona's not exactly shameless when it comes to meats, despite any sort of meat being among his absolute favorite foods.

He's not very picky about meats though. Just as long as it's cooked decently, and seasoned alright, he's fine.

Despite being a literal prince, he does not have a prince's palette.

He'll literally eat raw meat if it suits his needs

Of course, that's mostly because of the lion beastman part of him

Ruggie Bucchi ;; Savanaclaw ;; Second Year

Ruggie is literally shameless, make him anything and he'll eat it.

Just as long as it's not rotten, he'll eat quite literally anything.

He's not the greatest cook, but he'll help in any way he possibly can.

He'll most definitely bring your food to the kids in his neighborhood, no matter how terrible it is.

He wants to make sure they're fed, and he's happy when you're willing to cook.

He never tells you if he genuinely thinks you're food is bad, he'll end up feeling terrible and he knows that so he won't say a thing about your cooking.

Unless it's any sort of praise.

Jack Howl ;; Savanaclaw ;; First Year

Jack isn't entirely picky, but he's not the biggest fan of your cooking.

Being who he is, he'll feel bad for even thinking that your food is bad.

Also being the honest man he is, he'll sadly point it out to you, admitting his wrongdoing.

He's a big sweetheart, so he'll try to be as kind to you as he can, no matter how you end up reacting.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto ;; Octavinelle Housewarden ;; Second Year

Given that Azul grew up with his mother owning a restaurant, and he himself owning a restaurant, he's a bit... iffy over your cooking skills.

Of course, he'll always be nice when he brings it up. You're his significant other after all.

He'll point it out and he may give you some of his mom's recipes to help you follow along.

He helps you cook much more than he used to, letting you have most of the control, but he will come in if he sees you do something wrong.

Jade Leech ;; Octavinelle Vice-Housewarden ;; Second Year

Jade finds you and your cooking very, very entertaining.

He doesn't ever actually help you unless he finds you cooking mushrooms and.... screwing them up.

After that, he's immediately on your case and helping you cook.

Within the next two or three weeks, you're an absolute master chef.

Especially with mushrooms. By time Jade is done with you, you're more than likely a better chef when it comes to mushrooms than he is.

Floyd Leech ;; Octavinelle ;; Second Year

Floyd thinks you are the most entertaining human he's ever met.

Like some other people, he doesn't think your food is bad, just that it's so unbelievably entertaining and unique.

He actually doesn't try to help your cooking or change it or buy you anything new.

He simply watches the chaos of your cooking unfold, while occasionally adding his own, odd concoction to the mix.

And he will eat your food, no matter what you put on his plate, or what you put in the odd concoction you call your cooking.

Just don't add any shiitake mushrooms, he begs of you.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim ;; Scarabia Housewarden ;; Second Year

Kalim more than likely trusts you enough to not have Jamil test the food you give him.

The only way Jamil would let Kalim eat your food is if Jamil himself trusted you.

So, if Jamil trusted you, Kalim would more than happily eat your food himself.

He probably wouldn't care if your food was the best food in the whole of Twisted Wonderland, or if your food is the worst thing in all of Twisted Wonderland.

He'll eat it happily and won't complain one bit.

Jamil Viper ;; Scarabia Vice-Housewarden ;; Second Year

Jamil, if he truly trusts you, will eat small bits of your food and will help you cook every single time you step in a kitchen.

He won't completely take over like Trey would, but he will guide you in every single way, subtle or not.

Once you get better and better, he'll eat your food more and more.

He'll take over for you at any time and finish the cooking for you, if that's what you'd like, all you'd have to do is say the word.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit ;; Pomefiore Housewarden ;; Third Year

You're going to make the Vil Schoenheit break out. And that's a feat, especially considering his rigorous skincare routine.

He won't eat any of your food, and he will flat-out tell you, in a relatively nice tone of voice, that your food is not exactly good.

If he realizes that it hurts you, he'll try to find ways for your cooking to taste relatively better, whether it be buying you new utensils, or buying you cookbooks or any other things like that.

He promises you that he never meant to hurt you, he just wants to... help.

Rook Hunt ;; Pomefiore Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Oh, Rook does not care. He genuinely thinks that your cooking is beautiful and wonderful in every single way possible.

He will eat your food and compliment you even if you put whole-ass children's toys in your food.

He'll buy you whatever you need for your cooking without you even need to ask him, he's kind of a freak like that.

Epel Felmier ;; Pomefiore ;; First Year

Epel is very in the middle, he's fine with your bad cooking just.... don't make him eat it because he will act like a toddler having to eat vegetables.

Or, that's what he says he won't do.

He says he'll be all manly and eat it like a man, but you know for a fact that he won't and he will act like a little kid.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud ;; Ignihyde Housewarden ;; Third Year

Idia barely eats as it is, so when you bring him food, his hair will immediately turn pink and he'll try to hide his face by tightening his hood over his head.

He won't care whether it's bad or good, he'll only care about the fact that you actually... brought him food.

Of course, Ortho does so all the time, but it's different when your significant other brings you a whole meal because they don't want you to starve.

Once again, he doesn't care whether it's good or bad, he'll shove it down his throat either way.

Ortho Shroud ;; Ignihyde ;; First Year

Ortho can't exactly eat, given that he's both a robot and a machine.

But he'll look up recipes and help you cook and help you get as best and as good as you can get.

He'll always help, and use every single upgrade he's ever got put into him by his big brother to help you cook as best as you can.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia ;; Diasomnia Housewarden ;; Third Year

Oh, boy. Malleus is scared that he has another Lilia on his hands. Of course, your food is not as bad as Lilia's, but it's still not, for lack of a better word, good.

He will eat it, but he'll compliment and praise your cooking in a very... odd way.

He'll compliment you, yes. But he'll also add in some, not-so-subtle ways you can improve.

Don't tell him, he genuinely thinks his attempts at helping are extremely subtle, when they are absolutely not.

Lilia Vanrouge ;; Diasomnia Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Lilia, like Rook, Kalim, and Deuce, won't even notice that your food is bad.

And that is mostly because he, himself is a bad chef.

He's such a bad chef he can't even tell when foods are actually bad.

Even if he could tell that your food was not good, he still wouldn't care because he just loves you far, far too much to even think of pointing it out.

Silver Vanrouge ;; Diasomnia ;; Second Year

Silver is internally sobbing. First, his Father, and now, his significant other.

He's very sweet about telling you ways you can improve.

He actually does this with his father, too. But you're the only one who picks up on it, Lilia, sadly, does not.

Silver tries his absolute hardest to help, but he eventually succumbs to his sleep, but he always profusely apologizes afterward.

Sebek Zigvolt ;; Diasomnia ;; First Year

Sebek is oddly much sweeter about it than you'd ever expect.

He doesn't yell, but he does let you know that it doesn't taste good.

He explains ways you can fix it, despite he himself not knowing how to cook all that well.

He explains everything he knows about cooking to try and help you.

If Sebek manages to view a human as a significant other, or partner, he will dote on your every need or want in the sweetest way that you'd never, ever expect from him.

He's very sweet as he helps you cook, making sure that you do everything to the best of your genuine ability.

[lyneira]

♡ "kabedon" with the twst boys! ♡

-> how the twst boys would "kabedon" you

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Quickly and suddenly

Idia, Epel, Ace, Sebek, Ruggie, Azul, Riddle

When they end up doing it, it would seemingly be out of nowhere. (If you had known the feelings that they've harbored for you for the longest time, it wouldn't have seemed so)

I see these dudes doing this out of frustration and finally using this opportunity to confess to you (like in classic shojo anime *cue the sparkles and the flowers 🌸✨️*) Look into their eyes and you'll see the longing and desperation they've held, paired with their flushed cheeks. And they'll continue to hold this stare until you give them a response to their confession.

For Idia, I actually see him backing off after holding your gaze for a bit, hands hiding his face even further flushed face, muttering, "wow...that was so cringe...what am I? The love interest in a shoujo anime?" But he'll find that the cringe was worth it if you end up admitting that you reciprocate his feelings.

Smoothly

Malleus, Jamil, Vil, Jade, Rollo, Trey

They'll be smooth with it, slowly backing you up towards the wall as he confessed his feelings, slamming one hand above your head yet, gently holding your chin with the other (similar to the Usui x Misaki pic above!). They'd have that same look as Usui too, an intense, half-lidded stare with a glint of mischief and lust behind it.

They're holding back, you know. If you were already his, he would have devoured you by now. After all, you've instilled them with a burning passion and this is the best he can do to show it without scaring you away.

Cages you

Jack, Floyd, Rook, Leona

They would "kabedon" with both of their hands, slamming each at the sides of your face. They desire your full undivided attention when they confess to you like this. They don't intend on letting you escape, and might even dare to pin their knee in between your thighs to make sure of that. He'll then lean in close to your face, forehead nearly leaning against yours, and say, "Hey...I love you, you know?"

Nervously

Kalim, Neige, Silver, Deuce

I don't see them taking such a measure when confessing to you for the first time, but I'd see them doing it if you two were already in an established relationship

If he ever did do it, I think he would have been told to do it after seeking advice on how to make you swoon. But when it finally comes to committing the act, he'd be nervous and shy about it. After slamming his hand against the wall and saying "Y/n...I love you..!", he would mutter to himself, "D-Did I do it right...?", voice-cracking and blush spreading across their face.

Teasingly

Cater, Che'nya, Lilia

You'll be distracted by his teasing and playful banter that you won't realize he was backing you towards the wall. When your back finally hits it, he'll lean one hand on the wall, lean in towards you. He'd smile devilishly as he thought of how adorable you were with that flustered look on your face when you finally realize what he was doing.

He would then take your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, whisper an, "I love you", and then kissing the back of your hand, all while having the biggest grin on his face and gaze never leaving yours.

And if you tell him that you love him back, he's going to bring you into a hug and softly rub his nose against yours, maybe even shower you with feathery kisses of joy all over if you let him.

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[twstowo]

Chapter 1-3 [Sorceress!Yuu x OB!Characters]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: As you and Riddle begin to get along, you decide it's time to take the next step in Che'nya's plan.

♡︎ Warning: You and Riddle have a fight

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There's nothing quite like starting the day peacefully. You rise from your comfortable bed, brush your hair, place your wig, put on some makeup (if you use it), and dress for the day. Peering out the window, you see the gardens alive with workers tending to them. Breakfast is sent to your room each morning, which you enjoy leisurely, relishing in having all the time you need. After some time, you step outside to soak up the sun and stretch your legs, observing the builders methodically bringing your vision to life.

"Proud of your design, nya?" Che’nya's sudden appearance startles you, nearly causing you to stumble. It's a mystery how he always manages to sneak into the palace, but here he is, gleefully observing with you, his floating head chuckling at your reaction.

"By the Seven, Che’nya! Stop doing that," you protest, but your friend doesn't seem bothered, engrossed in watching the workers alongside you.

In recent days, things have been peaceful. You'd had several encounters with Riddle, engaging in conversations about shared interests. You dared to think that the two of you had become friends. However, it saddened you to realize that after the construction or resolving the collar situation, chances were you'd probably never see him again.

"Thinking about Riddle?" Your purple-haired friend asked with a mischievous grin on his floating face. Your eyebrow twitched. Was it that obvious that you were preoccupied with thoughts of Riddle? "You always have that silly smile on your face when you think about him, nya~," Che’nya teased. He'd been a constant presence, showing up almost every day to tease you. The first time he saw you, he laughed at your design, claiming you'd be lucky if the building didn't collapse immediately. Since then, he'd taken to ask about Riddle and your interactions, and once he learned about the flour incident, there was no end to Che’nya's teasing.

“You're a pain, you know that?” You'd miss Che’nya once you left the Queendom. You watched as he pouted at your comment, but this time it was you who laughed at his reaction. “Maybe if I painted your face on the building, it would look better,” you teased.

Che’nya burst out laughing unexpectedly, clearly surprised by your silly suggestion. “So you do like me,” he teased with a wink, and you rolled your eyes at his playful antics.

You witness a guard approaching just as Che’nya vanishes into thin air. The guard, clearly breathless, hands you an envelope. “A letter from Prince Riddle!” You eagerly retrieve the envelope, wondering what could be so urgent for Riddle to send you a letter. With care, you open it and read its contents.

“My dear friend, Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. In appreciation for all your hard work and for showing me how to appreciate the fun side of things, I would like to bring you into my world.

Please, meet me near the rose labyrinth this afternoon.

Riddle Rosehearts”

This was a pleasant surprise, receiving a letter from Riddle. The first time you received one, you had to consult a dictionary to understand the eloquent words he used. You even suggested to him that, as friends, he could keep it simpler. Upon rereading the letter, you realized he wanted to meet you at the labyrinth. This was his first invitation somewhere. Did this count as a date? By the Seven, Y/N, it’s just a friendly stroll around the gardens. You try to compose yourself.

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You waited for Riddle to arrive, not that he was ever late—after all, punctuality was his forte. Instead, you found yourself early, armed with plenty of free time. Walking through the labyrinth, you admired the meticulously tended roses and inhaled their fragrance. These recent days had been delightful. As you familiarized yourself with the Queendom, Riddle took on the role of a dedicated instructor, enlightening you about the kingdom's history, ensuring your understanding with meticulous care. He was indeed a skilled teacher.

“Y/N?” Riddle's voice echoed from the other side of the labyrinth as he searched for you.

“Over here!” Your voice carried through the maze, and as you emerged, you were met with Riddle's raised eyebrow. “I was just taking a stroll,” you offered as an explanation, attempting to justify your divergence from the agreed-upon meeting spot. But he simply chuckled, not taking the situation too seriously. Then, you noticed a small creature nestled in his hands—a hedgehog, its black eyes fixed on you. “A HEDGEHOG?” You exclaimed, dashing towards Riddle, thoroughly surprised by the cute little creature snuggled against his chest.

“There are more around the gardens…” he mentioned, a faint smile gracing his lips as he noticed your excitement. “If you'd like to see them.” His tone carried a hint of shyness, almost uncertain if his suggestion would meet your approval.

“Riddle, of course, I'd love to see them all!” Your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Who in their right mind would pass up such an enchanting moment surrounded by adorable creatures alongside Riddle? It would take someone utterly mad to decline such an opportunity.

With your response, Riddle's smile returns, and he guides you on a stroll through the gardens, leading to the hedgehog paradise you've been eager to see. Upon arrival, you marvel at the small creatures walking around and playing with each other. They all appear adorable and cuddly, and by the way, Riddle gazes at them, you can sense he feels the same way.

The two of you sit down on the grass, petting the small creatures as they slowly gather around, creating an endearing scene. Laughter ensues as the hedgehogs cuddle up together around the two of you. The moment feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale.

“How is everything outside?” you hear Riddle's voice. Turning to look at him, you find his focus on the hedgehogs, a slight sad smile on his face.

“It’s a big world,” you begin, unsure of what to say since you are also unaware of the world outside. "Costumes differ from place to place, climates change, and people may appear less kind or more..." You realize that your description is terribly generic, and Riddle laughs at your attempt.

“Is there a place you miss?” This time, his blue eyes focus on you, holding your gaze gently as he waits for your answer. While nothing specific comes to mind, you do find yourself missing the tea parties that Che’nya, Ace, and Deuce used to invite you to.

“A tea house!” you blurt out, struggling to articulate your feelings. “Once, while travelling, I found a peculiar-looking tea house. Everyone inside was somewhat crazy but fun to be around. It’s almost as if they make you feel like you belong there, allowing you to be yourself without the fear of judgment.” Reflecting on the collared people who faced ridicule and the fun atmosphere Ace, Deuce, and Che’nya created, you continue, “I'm sure you would love them.” As you pet one of the hedgehogs next to your leg, a sense of warmth fills the air.

“I wish I had as much freedom as you…” his voice sounds genuinely earnest. “Nothing much happens around here, aside from my duties, of course!” There is some urgency when he talks about his duties, he knows how important they are, but there is also a part of him that wishes for his life to be more than just that. “Sometimes, when I feel like relaxing, I visit an old friend. He owns a bakery in the city…” Your eyes widen as you seem to remember the person he is talking about. After all, it had been at that bakery that the two of you had met for the first time, even if Riddle wasn’t aware of it. “Oh, last time I went there, a cat fell on top of me!” His demeanour changes, and you can actually see him turning red, clearly mad about the situation he is describing. “How is it possible that people let their cats run free like that? How disrespectful to those around them!” Sweat starts building up on your forehead as you begin looking everywhere aside from Riddle’s face. This is becoming embarrassing. “I collared the owner of the cat, they deserved it!” As he continues describing your situation and that of others around the city, his voice slowly becomes arrogant. This is the first time you get to meet the Riddle that everyone sees as a tyrant, the Riddle that everyone hates. You had been having such a great time with Riddle in the past days that you forgot the reality of the situation – the way he treated you and the way he viewed others as if they were beneath him. Riddle isn't just a sweet boy who loves strawberry tarts and hedgehogs, he is someone raised to be a tyrant, someone who only allows his rules to prevail, someone who will only have his way with things. An arrogant man, and you can see all of that in his face as he continues talking ill of everyone around the city.

“You are exactly like they told me.” Riddle looks at you as you interrupt his monologue, a questionable expression on his face as he waits for you to finish that sentence, even though he knows exactly what you are going to say. “You are just a spoiled brat.” You can feel your own heart beating in your chest, ready to come out as you see Riddle preparing to collar you. “You only care about yourself and those stupid rules! Go ahead, collar me! But I will keep on talking! I will make you listen to what you seem to be running away from!”

“How dare you!” He stands up, scaring even some of the hedgehogs that run away from both of you, but you don’t let yourself feel down as you also stand up and point a finger at him.

“You want to get rid of your duties, but you don’t notice that you are the only one who can do that! You are the only one who can stop all of this! You are the only one who can free yourself from-”

“Quiet!” You see Riddle’s face turn red, he is glaring at you, exactly like he did back at the bakery, and you fear you might have destroyed Che’nya’s plan to befriend Riddle with this moment. You see him tremble with rage as you lower your finger that was pointing at him. You wait for him to collar you as you stare into his eyes, determined not to change what you just said about him. You aren’t backing down, not like you could at this point. And with that, he turns around and leaves, without even glancing back one last time at you.

You stand in shock at the whole mess you seem to have created. Unknowingly, you bite your lip and lower your head, ashamed. There is no way now Riddle would ever listen to you. You want to scream so badly, to scream at yourself, but you feel a strange hand on your shoulder again as Che’nya shows up.

“Don’t let this get you down, nya~,” he says, grabbing your chin and lifting your head. “He didn’t collar you! I think that only means one thing~” You see his dumb smile plastered on his face while you feel confused at his words. “Oh, c’mon! This means he knows you are right!”

Che’nya and his way of lighting up the mood are always such a blessing. You do understand his point, however, seeing Riddle’s furious face once again pointed at you, after you two had turned into friends, leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth. “I can fix this…” you whisper, and Che’nya pats your head, fully aware that you can do so.

You watch as your friend turns invisible, leaving you alone in the middle of the garden. The hedgehogs are long gone after getting scared by Riddle and your outburst. You feel the urgency to find Riddle and set things straight with him. All the collared people have placed their hopes on you, and you fear that if you don't hurry, they will look down on you.

Walking inside the palace, you find yourself in the main corridor. You realize that you have no idea where you could find Riddle. The two of you always find each other in random places or plan to hang out in a specific location. Considering asking a guard about Riddle’s whereabouts, you notice that strangely none of them are around. This is the first time this has happened, as you remember guards always being present everywhere around the palace grounds, patrolling or guarding specific spots.

That's when you hear a voice echoing. It's unfamiliar to you, feminine and firm. As you approach and look inside the room from which the voice comes, you find none other than Riddle’s mother. Or at least someone who looks like her. You've seen her figure in some paintings around the castle—an elegant woman with a strict face and cold eyes that almost make you bow down to her. However, the person talking, while somewhat resembling that image of the queen, looks strangely greyish. Their eyes are darker, and every word sounds corrupted as if it doesn't belong to her.

You hear her talking to the guards about the collared people who destroyed the building you had been reconstructing in the past weeks. Her words are filled with rage as she describes these people as nothing but monsters who desire to ruin all she has worked hard for. Her venomous words call them names, lower them to worms, and she states that she will only stop until all of them are truly beheaded.

A gasp escapes you as the gravity of the situation sinks in. Time is slipping away, yet the daunting reality of confronting the queen as a lone individual looms large. Defying her seems like an enormous challenge—she could condemn you to the desolate underground cells, leaving you to rot, or worse, swiftly behead you where you stand.

In the midst of uncertainty, you pace nervously around the corridor, still on the quest to locate Riddle. The urgency intensifies until you chance upon a peculiar staircase leading downward. Could this path lead to the dreaded underground cells? Your thoughts drift to the unfortunate souls suffering under the queen's reign. Recognizing the extent of the chaos you've inadvertently caused, you resolve to follow the stairs, navigating cautiously to avoid detection by any vigilant guards that may be lurking nearby.

Upon arriving in the dungeon, you realize the number of people down there. They stare at you with your noble clothes, eyeing you with disdain. You move slowly deeper into the place, unsure of what to say. Even if you wanted to set them free, you feared this would make things worse with Riddle, and you wanted him to change his mind about you.

"Y/N?!" You hear a familiar voice, and you gasp as you jump in your spot, turning to look at none other than Ace himself. You run towards him with a dumbfounded face. "I know! I know! This looks bad and all, but in my defence, that guard was asking to get punched!" You roll your eyes at Ace's explanation, only to notice that Deuce is also there with him.

"Did you two punch the same guard?" You ask, and you watch as Ace can't look you in the eyes as he scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed that you had guessed it right with such little effort. "You two were supposed to be helping Che'nya!" You try to make them see reason, and Ace shrugs.

"If you get us out of here, maybe we can go back to do that?" He states with a grin. What a dumbass. Just as you are about to ask how you can help them, you hear someone walking down the stairs to the dungeon.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" The guards ask, spotting you in seconds. You freeze, unsure of what to do, as you watch Ace retreat inside his cell. The guard walks towards you as you look sideways, attempting to find any excuse, but nothing comes to mind as he grabs your arm.

"Get him!" You hear Ace's voice as his arms emerge from within the cell, seizing the guard. Their head goes against the metal bars, making it spin for a moment. Before the guard can react, Deuce punches him straight in the nose, causing him to fall flat on the floor.

"Impressive..." You mutter, still looking down at the guard, while you hear Ace and Deuce cheer inside the cell.

"Hurry up and get the keys!" You hear Ace shout as you lean down to search the guard. The keys have to be somewhere with him, and when you find them, you stand up with a jump and a wide smile. Running to unlock the door to your friends, you watch as Ace and Deuce leave the cell.

"I thought I was going to die in there," you hear Deuce say as he shivers at the dark thought.

"Don't be such a baby, we were only there for a day," Ace retorts. As you walk up the stairs, tension between the two of them starts brewing. You scan for any approaching guards, but to your surprise, you spot Riddle.

Your eyes widen, and without thinking, your feet carry you towards him. "Riddle!" you exclaim, expecting him to turn with a scowl. Instead, he seems as surprised to see you.

"Y/N...?" His voice is faint but audible.

"Please, Riddle. Listen to me. I know I was rude back—" You're interrupted as he shakes his head, taking hold of your hand.

"No. I was the one being rude. You are our esteemed guest," he begins, locking eyes with you. His gaze is soft, yet tinged with a hint of fear, as if afraid he might lose you if he doesn't articulate himself correctly. "It’s not the first time I have been told that I overreact! And I have been thinking about your words and about some of the people that I have collared…” He pauses, trying to gather his thoughts. "I don’t want to be seen as a tyrant by everyone," he confesses, and you can feel the sadness in his words as you gaze into his blue eyes.

"Oh, Riddle..." you whisper tenderly. His grip on your hand tightens reflexively. You've known deep down that he isn't a bad person. "I know that you aren't a tyrant. You are a kind person. Every moment I have spent with you up until now proves that. You just need someone to guide you in the right direction." You hold his hand back, and you both share a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Riddle opens and closes his mouth, cheeks turning a soft red.

"Ah, FUC—" A familiar voice interrupts from your side. Turning, you see Ace with a disgusted face, and Deuce looks embarrassed. "This is so disgusting!" Ace adds.

"What?!" Riddle turns another shade of red, angered by Ace's language and the fact that he was caught in such a vulnerable moment. "How dare you—"

"I call the Cauldron—!" Deuce interjects. As soon as those words leave his mouth, a cauldron falls from the sky, landing on top of Riddle. You gasp and lean down to check on him, but he seems to have only passed out.

"I think you killed him!" Ace rushes towards you, with Deuce not far behind.

"What now? We'll get our heads cut for this!"

"Well, you should have thought about it before you killed him!"

You take Riddle’s head on your lap, he is breathing normally. "I don’t believe you had to hit him with a cauldron, Deuce..."

"I got nervous…sorry," Deuce apologizes, sitting next to you and checking if Riddle is fine. "What do we do with him? If we leave him here, we're all done…"

"Why don't we take him to see all the collared people?" you suggest. Ace and Deuce look at you as if they had seen a ghost. "I know this seems crazy, but if he sees the harm he has done to all of you, I'm sure he will do something about it." You glance up at the other two, subconsciously playing with Riddle's hair. The two of them look at each other, unsure of what to say.

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[krenenbaker]

Trick or Treat~!

Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)

Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.

Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!

Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)

Floyd wanted to take a break. 

It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 

Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  

Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 

As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  

“Trick or treat~”

Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"

A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 

“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”

Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 

This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”

The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 

Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 

"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.

"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."

Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 

"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."

Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”

Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”

Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 

Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 

Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”

"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 

With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 

What a weird guy.

Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.

[night-raven-tattler]

TATTLER! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!

"Oh, but I was here the whole time, you're the one that vanished" DETAILS!!!!

Tattler, for the love of all things hole. I just get a job from 15 to 23 and decided that is a great moment to start the college (yes, I'm great making bad decisions). I don't have I life anymore and NEED some Trey kids/marriage hc so I can be happy again 😭

-🌙

Hello 🌙! Mx Tattly is happy to hear you're doing well, despite the busy schedule. Your presence is a delight to have. You should consider yourself lucky, as Mx Tattly was in a domestic mood themselves. While you're here, you might also enjoy the Heartslabyul part of the "Say hi to daddy!" series, since it is similar to your request.

The Way of the Chef Husband

Characters: Trey x GN!Reader (romantic), unnamed children, Cater, Riddle, Che'nya

Warnings: food and cooking (trey's love language)

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Trey Clover enjoys the simpler things in life

Despite the myriad of people telling him that he could aim highter than the simple, domestic path of life Trey settled on, he has always known what he wanted

You, as his partner, trusted his decision, and you never regretted it

Trey had all milestones for your relationship planned out in his head

After graduation, you'd move in together in his hometown, and he'd start officially working at his parents' bakery while you found your own job

You'd meet the parents, he'd ask for your hand, and you'd get married during spring, with Che'nya as his best man, Cater as his wedding organiser and Riddle as his officiant

Of course he introduced his plan as suggestions during your talks of the future, and he adjusted his plans accordingly

But despite any modifications in his mental checklist, he still ended up feeling accomplished as soon as his ring got on your finger and vice versa

It was a simple plan, right?

Simple doesn't mean easy however, and Trey's job as a baker at his parents' bakery is anything but easy

Trey has prepared himself for years for the hustle and bustle of their little Queendom of Roses bakery

And when kids entered the picture, Trey's patience and multitasking skills were really put to the test

He'd prefer bottle feeding for a baby, since it allowed the both of you to have a more adjustable feeding schedule and equal bonding opportunities

And you had to admit, Trey had a knack at dealing with any fussing baby

"I think the years I've had to deal with Riddle's temper came in handy more than I thought..."

He admitted it with a smile on his face, while also making you swear you will never tell him he said that

The moment your little ones were old enough to walk and talk, Trey would allow you to bring the kids to the bakery during the less busy hours

Just like their father, all of your kids are in their element in the bakery, looking at the sweet treats with starry eyes and playing together in the special play area his father made for them

Soon enough, word would go around the city about the young baker's cute little kiddos, and everyone would want to visit the sweet image of a dad bringing his kiddos to work

They'd also leave with a tart or two

Uncle Cater took credit of that "business idea", not knowing it was something Trey has been planning from the beginning

But Trey'd never admit that

And his parents, the grandparents of the kids, had nothing against spending a break or two with their grandkids

Things always get fun when uncle Che'nya popped up

At the bakery or at home, Che'nya takes the role of the fun uncle in stride, carrying all the kids around and playing along all their games, letting them braid his hair and tail while he tells them the most entertaining stories

And uncle Riddle, the weekly visitor of the bakery and consumer of their special strawberry tart, always gets dragged around by the kids, and is a delightful presence at their pretend tea parties

Seeing Riddle somewhat heal his inner child while interacting with the kids has always made both you and Trey feel fulfilled

As the kids grew older, their interest extended to helping Trey actually cook, and they'd often help Trey cook food at home

And they'd also instigate a lot of food fights

Cooking is an important bonding experience for the family, and Trey often uses his skills to bond with the family as a whole

Heartslabyul habits die hard, so he'd still order the whole kitchen around, instructing everyone on what to do

And he can't deny how his heart swells when he sees his little slice of pie standing on a stool, stirring carefully into the cooking pot of food, wearing oven mits way too big for their child stature

"Dad, it smells really yummy! Do you need to add anything else?"

"Not yet, we need to let it boil, then add the veggies your sibling is cutting later."

"Why does food need to be hot to be done?"

"Well..."

Your cooking duties were long done before you sneakily recorded Trey explaining cooking to his child

"Daddy! Look, I made star food!"

The little one showed off the misshapen stars they cut out of the food, and Trey wiped his hands before patting them on the head

"Those look great, good job!"

You laughed to yourself, catching Trey's attention

"I also finished my tasks, earlier than anyone may I add. Where's my praise?"

Trey rolled his eyes fondly at your teasing, and approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek

"Fantastic job, sugarcube. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Same for you, 1/2 cup of flour."

"Stop it."

He never wanted you to stop it

Trey enjoys his life as it is, and can't help but be grateful to you for helping him built the domestic bliss he gets to live everyday

And you're grateful to him too

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