#trey x gender neutral reader

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Trey Clover - "The Sweet Escape!"

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In which a certain vice prefect of Heartslabyul spends time with you in the dorm kitchen and makes you all the sweets you could ever want. Or; In which you sneak off from your dorm, Pomfiore, to spend time with your malewife angel of a boyfriend Trey Clover.

                                                                                                   

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Trey chuckles as he feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He doesn't bother to turn and face you even as you whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck. You always seem to appear out of thin air; suddenly embracing him from behind and refusing to give him a clear answer on whether you should be elsewhere.

"Hmmmm~ Trey."

You hummed; your soft but whiney voice muffled by his clothed shoulder.

The arms that enclosed tightened just slightly as you pulled him closer; face digging deeper into his shoulder. He felt your chest swelling against his back as you took a deep breath in and let out a long sigh of contentment.

"Yes, my dear?"

He muttered gently, chuckling as he felt you pull him impossibly closer to you.

"Mn hmph hmmnn..."

You replied, but your words were so muffled Trey could hardly understand but in the end he got it.

The forest green-haired man humms as he turns his attention back to the counter in front of him. It was a new recipe that Cater had asked him to try his hand at after seeing it in a post on MagiCam; a caramel apple turnover, it was called. He had just taken them out of the oven just before you arrived to hold him close as you usually did.

Trey glanced back at you, catching the fluffy locks of hair from the top of your head out of the corner of his eye. The pastries were cool enough to eat now and he knew that you would immediately jump at the chance to try his baking. It honestly made him so flustered when you were so enthusiastic about his passion, even going as far as to deny any sweet treat that didn't come from him.

Picking up one of the warm pastries, he gently called your name and brought the sweet treat to a stop just in front of your now-lifted face. He could hear the crunch of the crispy pastry as you took a bite and the hum of delight that came from the back of your throat before taking a bite of his own. Delicious; he'll certainly make this again.

"Ah, right... I love you too, dear."

Trey spoke softly, his lips curved up into a gentle smile as he spoke.

Suddenly, he let out a squeak of surprise as he felt you nip at his neck; dropping the pastry he was eating in surprise. His face flushed a deep strawberry pink as he reflexively brought up his hand to cover the area. Whipping his head back to your face contorted in embarrassment as he gave you a look of confusion.

"A punishment for not answering me sooner, what a cruel wife you are... Now gimme another bite, you're food is too good to have just one."

You mumble into his clothed neck, hands resting on his soft hips and giving them a gentle squeeze every so often.

You were always like this, what did he expect?

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[kalims]

⊹ㅤattractive things they do | heartslabyul

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, and deuce.

content. gender neutral reader as always

note. fun fact: was scrolling thru my really, really old drafts and saw this. so I decided to just finish it cause why not. (this been rotting there for like a year and a half lmao)

I have about, 14 in my to do list haha. im doing them at random but trying to squeeze in writing at the crack of the night

perhaps he isn't aware of what he's doing exactly but riddle nods every once in a while during a conversation with you. that alone wouldn't have striken something in you if he wasn't intent on looking in your eyes every, damn, time! when you started to notice whatever habit it was it honestly got you skipping words mid sentence. eye to eye contact was something he thought was basic etiquette, hence his lack of care about it. there's something nice about his undivided attention focused, and probably soaking up whatever you had to say. if that wasn't enough him remembering every single thing you mention to him definitely did the trick..

everything, coughs. if i had to narrow it down probably the fact that trey quite literally looms over your shoulder to take a look at whatever you're doing. it doesn't matter whether you're tall, if you're sitting down that's what he's doing. if you had a penny you'd bet that he knows exactly what he's doing from the small smirk he does right after you jolt. you could smell his cologne, his skin over yours and you don't know if you want to screech into the void or throw yourself out of the window. you're as still as a statue, refusing to look up at him or else you're gonna get more down bad than you already are.

some might have contrary opinions but we all love an affectionate guy who isn't afraid to show it. caters just the type to bound up to you and attach himself like a magnet or something. it's funny cause you could be talking to your friends or something and he just bounds up behind you and encases you in a hug. sometimes when he's the one in a conversation he's pulling you over like he needs an emotional support item. literally whenever you're in reach, he's putting his arms to good use. you will not escape I guess.

for someone who claims to be a major hater to certain things considered weird in his book, affection included. ace does it a lot. he somehow always gravitates towards you, it doesn't matter if deuce is walking beside you he's gonna literally bump the guy away with his shoulder (one time into a bush.) a thing he likes to do though, is an arm over your shoulders like you're buddy buddies, which you technically are. just kinda out of character for a guy like him to pull you close so suddenly—and he's semi-aware of it.

looks away really fast when he gets flustered. it's really obvious that you got him, with whatever you've done. a cute thing deuce has done is laying face down in his desk at record speed just because you managed to make him embarrassed, in a good way! if you peeked through the gap under him you'd see his red face. if he can't hide his face from you, as in you keep tryna peek at it when he looks away he's literally just gonna use his hands to cover it. (although his likely response is to just sputter some excuse and dip.)

[shinjisdone]

When You Have An Secret Admirer - And Everybody Thinks It's Them (1; Heartslabyul)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it. Yet now, it seems like there are quite a few misunderstandings on campus...and everyone thinks they have finally found that secret admirer.

Spin-off of the first 'secert admirer' series + form of headcanons

note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone being mistaken for the secret admirer. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation.]

"Hey...you think he could be the famous admirer of the Ramshakle prefect?"

2; Savanaclaw

3; Octavinelle

Ace Trappola

The first time Ace has heard of such whispers was when he was with you out in the hallways.

Students on the other side whispering amongst themselves, a clique subtly pointing at him...and eavesdropping on their suspicions...

"...You guys think its Trappola? He's always hanging around with the prefect ever since day one..."

Man, Ace was so close to spitting out his drink.

Did he just hear this right? Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait! He...didn't hear that just now, did he?

"Yeah, can't be anyone else. Have you seen how he looks at them?"

Oh no, he did right.

...Ha! Haha! Seriosuly? No way, does just...everyone in campus believe such crap? Haha, it can't be...

Though he tries to brush it all off, Ace quickly ushered you away from the hallways and anywhere where there wasn't a single soul. He couldn't bare to hear more.

But, seriously? Nah. No, no, no waaaay could...could Ace pull such cringy, gushy stuff. No one could seriously think he would even write a love letter, right?

Pfff, no. Ace isn't the type to even be capable of getting some notes for alchemy class right, or, or to get some flyin' mirror from somewhere, let alone steal roses from his own dorm. Have you seen how angry Riddle gets?

Totally in denial. Well, he is not that oh-so-great secret admiiiireeer, so what is there to deny? Nothing, that's what!

There are certainly a bunch of students that doubt he would and could do that...but others only believe it more.

The trickster Trappola. Your best friend who always looks out for you, always sticks with you even if he gets himself in trouble and seems to always look at you a certain way...

After all, guys tease those they like, right?

The whsipers get louder and louder throughout the week and Ace is visibly getting uneasy. You note and tell him how more fidgety and sweaty he seems recently but he brushes it all off with a scoff and a joke as usual.

He tried to think of a way to end this gossip...or at least escape it. But Ace will not ever think of avoiding you just for some stupid rumors. He is your friend, your best friend and he isn't gonna be a chicken and disappear into thin air just some idiots cannot tell the obvious - that Ace just isn't that romantic.

Would you like him to be more romantic...?

Alas, one day in the dorm, a few students approach him and directly ask him if he is the admirer. They may not have evidence but considering how the ace of hearts hangs around you like a leech, there is no other way that he doesn't like you.

Ace cracks an nervous grin and shrugs it all off despite pearls of sweat running down his face and tainting his jacket. Pff, whuat? Crazy such a claim, crazy he says! How deeply wounded he is by this suspicion!

Ace is honest and says, hey, he ain't the admirer. He ain't the romantic type either, he's just looking out for you, you know? Like the good classmate that he is.

A few believe that he is incapable of doing such acts and that it wouldn't fit his character at all. Though, that does not deter many to think that he does hold some feelings for you with how he is acting...

It just makes him more nervous.

Deuce Spade

Deuce coughed and cleared his throat the first time he heard such rumors at his club. Jack offered him water.

H-H-H-Huh??? WH-Wh-What, him? Him, Deuce Spade being your secret admirer?! Why would anyone think that?!

Genuinely baffled and surprised at this conclusion a few of his classmates came up with. How could he, Deuce, ever...be considered something close to a secret admirer?

But once he hears a few 'theories' his face is blooming a bright and deep red.

Constantly at your side? Protecting you in the smallest of ways like a hero? Giddy like a kid in a candy store when he gets praise from you? The thought of an ex-delinquent protecting and caring for someone being the ultimate proof that he is in love?!

L-L-L-Love?

H-Hold up! That can't be right! Deuce cares for you and you are his bestie but...! It isn't, it can't be...!

Too dumbfounded and embarrassed to do anything in the beginning. The thoughts and rumors of him even having feelings for you and people believing him to have done the things the admirer did, are constantly swirling in his mind. Day and night.

It's all getting too much...until only a handful of people approach him and ask.

Others back up in fear. "Hey, man, watch out! If you say anything wrong about his partner, the delinquent guy will beat you black and blue!"

WHAT

DELINQUENT GUY? P-P-PARTNER?!

Well, they are right, if someone were to hurt you, he would beat them up.

BUT ITS NOT ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.

With the biggest blush on his face and back straight as a candle, Deuce seems like an upright, studious boy who loudly corrects them, saying it's all not true! Y-You are just his best f-friend!

The gossip affects him so much that he comes running to you, lips in a nervous but tight line, eyes as big as a deers and face blooming like a rose.

"I AM NOT YOUR SECRET ADMIRER!"

Unwittingly he blurts out but softly tells you of the rumors right after. He just doesn't want there to be a misunderstanding.

He fiddles with his fingers, quietly continuing; "Because, uhm...if I did like you like that...I'd be more direct with you than that admirer could ever be."

Cater Diamond

Eh, what? Cater? And being a secret admirer?

Hah! That is almost cute and flattering! But, uh...well, a bit embarrassing, too...

Some argue of how he always calls you 'cute' or wants to take selfies with you...but he does so with everyone.

Yet Cater has a tendency to call you his 'favorite, cute juniour' just like Trey.

Cater is one actually able to laugh it all off genuinely - but at the same time he does not deny any of these claims. Yeah, you are super cute and have they seen these pics? They must have with how many hearts they got on Magicam~

He isn't gonna go around telling people that he fancies you but he is sure to casually tell them, no, he isn't the admirer. Very flattering (and bold) that you assume that though!

Will straight up go to you and say the obvious. He is not, in fact, your dear, darling admirer but that doesn't mean he doesn't admire you at all~

Trey Clover

Uhm???

Trey laughed sheepishly, hiding his blush under his hat.

This isn't...That's not right!

Everytime he'd hear a whisper, he unwittingly gets nervous. The thought of him doing the admirer's deeds...and even worse, people believing him to be them!

It's stress and drama he didn't ask for.

Although it is kinda a nice thought...while the actions of the admirer, the gifts and confessions of love are too embarassing for Trey, the thought of him making you fluster and blush is nice...

Very nice.

With a sigh, he shakes the thought of. He isn't them. No matter how much he wishes he was.

So with a sheepish grin and a bit of a stutter he clears his name. Riddle would have his head if he did any of these things!

With a ruffle of your hair he confesses. Don't worry, he isn't lovesick. He just likes you normally.

Riddle Rosehearts

SPITS OUT HIS TEA

Excuse him?! What did he just hear?! Doesn't matter if it was not meant for him to hear, off with your head! ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

So...absurd! There's no way such gossip is being spread in his dorm, is it?! Riddle already once had an awful reputation. There's no need for one made out of lies!

...Even if the image of him writing love letters and handing you gifts does fit him...Riddle would never steal from his own dorm!

He would never cause such a wreck as that "secret admirer" has. It's insulting to compare Riddle to them, lest even think he IS them!

Though he hears of the rumors, no one has the gall to approach him. That doesn't stop his anger as he gets more and more agitated everytime he even hears your name slip off someone's lips.

"The Housewarden totally favors them, after all..."

"He invites them to Unbirthday parties all the time."

"And acts like a gentleman then!"

Red, red, red. Riddle's face blooms in a deep crimson but it isn't blood rushing to his head in anger, it is a blush of embarassment.

Each one of them is right.

He cannot take his feelings being dangled in front of his face like that. It's all so, so true but he shall never admit it.

Riddle will have to clear his name it seems for all of this to stop.

It's difficult - not many believe him considering how agitated he becomes at the topic, at the mention of you.

Yet he managed to calm the crowd...all there was left was to tell you the truth as well.

"Im sure youve heard of it," he began dryly even as he tried to hide his blush. "But you know me and I would never callously break the rules like that just to...confess. No."

He then turned to you, his voice firmer and eyes softer. "If I wanted to court you, I'd do it in a way you deserve."

[twisted-writing]

To the point of exhaustion (part 2)

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For @naroshinozaki

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

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

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POV: Third Person

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 979

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

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

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

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

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

And Trey had decided to give them that.

It was clear that the headmaster certainly wouldn’t.

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

“Thank you, Trey. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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“…Ruggie?”

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

“Yeah. What time is it?”

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

“You let me sleep all day?!”

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

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

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

“But the headmaster…”

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

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

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

“Yeah, well, I love you.”

“Love you more, Ruggie.”

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“Are you feeling better, my pearl?”

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

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

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

Jade would not hesitate to remind him.

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

He would let Azul deal with that.

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

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

Unlike the headmaster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vil doesn’t need you for anything?”

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

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

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Father, will y/n be all right?”

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

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

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

“You really love them, father.”

“With everything that I am.”

[hanafubukki]

I Suddenly Became the Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

Summary: Well, fuck, somehow you isekaied and became the mother of Riddle Rosehearts

Characters: Riddle Roshearts, Reader, & Clover Family.

Notes: I have been reading way too many isekai Manhwas/Mangas. Not only that, but I saw a fanart of little Riddle and his mom and was inspired right away. This is a long fic, it’s been awhile since I wrote something so long so I am proud. 💕🥰💜

·      When you had opened your eyes one day, you had woken up in a bedroom that definitely wasn’t yours.

·      The room was…meticulous, and that was putting it lightly.

·      Even your bed, while comfy, had a feeling of order to it; daring anyone to mess it up.

·      You should probably be more anxious over your new surroundings but waking up well rested in a while just mellowed you out.

·      That is until you got up and looked at a mirror, finally seeing the truth of the matter.

·      Well, fuck, you really did isekai to another world.

·      Maybe reading all those manhwas and mangas were not a good idea.

·      You glance at the mirror one more time and this time your appearance caught and held your attention.

·      You reached up and pulled at your…bangs.

·      They looked to form two heart shapes.

·      It was kind of cute.

·      The person whose body you had, well, she looked tired and stressed.

·      Lady, you need to relax once in a blue moon.

·      Wait…a minute, no, no, no. Heart shaped bangs? The only character you knew that had heart shaped bangs were...

·      “Mother?”

·      You turned around and right at your door, dressed prim and proper, was a tiny Riddle Rosehearts.

·      Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

·      You were isekaid into Mrs. Rosehearts.

·      After you had gotten your bearings, you had told Riddle to go study and you would prepare him food. He had simply nodded and did as you asked. No protest against studying so early in the morning or any mention of hunger. You knew his past, of course you did, but seeing it firsthand was another experience all together. Seeing his response to the request you made? It burdened your heart even more.

·      As you made his breakfast, you had some time to yourself which you used to sort out your situation and feelings. Your memories before coming to Twisted Wonderland were still intact; you just didn’t remember how you ended up in this world, let alone in Mrs. Rosehearts body.

·      Of whom, her memories you had full access to as well. it was as if you lived two lives together. If it wasn’t for little Riddle in the next room, you would be tearing your hair out because, of course, you would be in this situation.

·      Looking through her memories, you can see why Mrs. Rosehearts had turned out the way she did. Generational trauma and unrealistic expectations seemed to run in the family. Which in turn led to her actions towards Riddle, and of which, led to Mr. Rosehearts walking out of their lives. He didn’t even fight for custody of his own child, the influence of Mrs. Rosehearts being too great.

·      Generation trauma that you could have prevented from continuing, Mrs. Rosehearts, but now it’s up to me.

·      You ended up taking a tray of food to little Riddle, with enough food that a child his age would eat and then some. At least with these memories retained, you also knew everything Mrs. Rosehearts did, and unlike the MC in Twisted Wonderland, you also had her powers as well. Which, given the game’s events, would come in handy in the future.

·      Right now though, as you opened the door to the study, you would do your best to raise your son right and well-loved.

·      One of the first changes you made was decreasing his study time and allowing him the chance to play.

·      It didn’t go as well as you expected…Riddle had frozen and started shaking to your horror. Mumbling about doing better and how he could handle extra studies if you wished it of him. You had a feeling that he thought it was to test him and his dedication.

·      You had to calm him down and prove otherwise.

·      Giving him a dedicated set time to study, and just as much time to play. You would even join him. Drawing with him, putting together puzzles, and even playing in the backyard. You had even gone out and bought him a ball that you two threw at each other.

·      What warmed your heart the most was when you baked him a strawberry tart and gave it to him with a warm glass of milk. Your tart wasn’t the best with the crust crumbling, and you should have probably let it cool a bit more, but the shining eyes and wide smile from Riddle was more than worth it.

·      You patted him on the head as he scooped another piece into his mouth.

·      You loved your son.

·      The next step in providing a healthy lifestyle for Riddle was making sure he had friends.

·      Which meant, you had to repair the relationship Riddle had with Trey and Che’nya.

·      It wasn’t easy, especially having to muster up the courage to look into Trey’s parents’ eyes and apologize for actions you did not commit.

·      But you were determined to give Riddle a good childhood and that meant him having friends his age and hopefully lowering his chances of overblotting in the future.

·      Riddle was quiet on the day you both went to the Clover’s bakery.

·      But you took a deep breath and patted him on the head.

·      “Everything will be alright, sweetheart.”

·      Riddle didn’t say anything and just nodded.

·      You had chosen to meet Trey’s parents at closing time, and you had given them a call ahead of time.

·      When you met them, you could tell they were nervous and bracing themselves.

·      Little Trey looked ready for a fight.

·      You had to hold your smile in.

·      You ended up bowing to them and apologizing, which you could tell freaked them all out.

·      Riddle was surprised and grasped at your dress, worried.

·      “I am very sorry for the way I treated you all before. I know my words might not make up for my past actions, but I do hope you will forgive me in time.”

·      Mr. and Mrs. Clover looked at each other before tentatively accepting your apology.

·      “Mrs. Rosehearts, might we ask why the sudden change.”

·      It was Mrs. Clover who had spoken up.

·      You smiled and put a hand on your son’s head.

·      “I have been trying to raise Riddle the only way I knew how. I had let my past and expectations I have lived through blind me. I realized that was wrong, and I want to change that. I want my son to be happy and loved like he deserves.”

·      The Trey family seemed to relax after hearing your reasoning, but you could tell they were still on guard.

·      You didn’t blame them, but you hope in time, they will trust your words.

·      You crouched down to Riddle’s level, looking at him with a gentle look.

·      “I want to show my little one that adults can be wrong, and they can change. I want to show him that I love him, and I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. I love you and I hope you can forgive me too.”

·      Little Riddle was trembling, and tears were dripping down his face.

·      You opened your arms before he rushed into you with all the force his little body can muster.

·      You hugged him just as tight, holding your own tears in.

·      You got up with Riddle in your arms, rubbing his back as he cried and clutched on you tighter.

·      You bowed your head to the Clover family once again before looking at Trey.

·      “I hope you, you other friend, and Riddle can be good friends.”

·      Trey looked a bit nervous before nodding slowly.

·      You thanked them before returning home.

·      Humming a song to little Riddle and kissing his head.

·      You were determined.

·      You would make sure Riddle Rosehearts grew up loved and happy.

·      And as thoughts of the Twisted Wonderland plot came into mind.

·      You would make sure he was safe.

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[urmanzack]

head canons of heartslabyul boys having a crush on a gender neutral reader?

Heartslabyul boys crushing on you

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Summary: Short head canons on what they'd be like if they had a crush on you Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Riddle, Trey, Deuce, Ace, Cater Warnings: None! A/N: zero clue how to write trey

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Riddle 🌹

- poor boy

- he'd be SO nervous around you, but at the same time try to look like the cool house warden he is

- ace teases him way too much, whispering and elbowing him obviously whenever you walk by, or straight up waving you over

- trey, on the other hand, would gently encourage him; try to get him to learn about your favourite things

- it’d take a little bit, but if you hadn’t already he would talk to you probably after class, and offer to study with you to get your grades up even if theyre already great

- he absolutely melts at your praise

- riddle just thinks you’re the sun, you’re so gorgeous to him

- definitely stares, and blushes if you notice while hes obviously admiring you

Ace 💖

- ace has been in a relationship in the past (his middle school girlfriend NO IM NOT MAKING THAT UP HE FR GHOSTED HER), but when it comes to you? it’s so much more complicated

- will go on and on to deuce about how much he likes you and why

- tries to be really confident around you to get your attention

- the type of dude to do idiotic things in front of his crush and fall on his ass

- terrified of what you think of him, do you think he’s annoying? cocky?

- will bite someone's head off if they say anything bad about you, even in casual conversation. you know he likes you if he gets annoyed instead of joking about it

- you would have to be friends with deuce, the 3 of you would most likely hang out together

- but on some days you sit with ace under a tree, having your own little picnic

Deuce ♠

- mamas boy

- does his best!

- tries to avoid you finding out he was a delinquent during school, he doesn’t want you to think he’d be a bad boyfriend

- similar to ace, you’d have to get along

- now and then he makes dumb jokes to try to get you to smile

- definitely someone who pines (pining is when you think the other person doesn’t feel the same way)

- befriends you first, friends to lovers fashion

- then would ask you out real casually

- literally loves you so much

- writes letters to his mom about you

Cater ♦

- there’s no way this man hasn’t been in a relationship before, he’s so social!

- he flirts with you 24/7, but it’s hard to tell if he’s joking around or if he actually means it

- likes all of your social media posts, and definitely would stalk your account to see what you’ve been up to

- not afraid to talk to you at all, one day he might come up behind you, wrap his arm around your shoulder and start making conversation as if you’re the best of friends

- very good at hiding he likes you

- but tries to make it obvious

- if you’re oblivious and don't get the hint… he’d just ask you out

- adores taking photos with you

- matching profile pictures, phone cases, bios, you name it

Trey 🍀

- he’s not an obvious flirt, but he’s not shy either

- trey most likely compliments you often, being really casual and calm

- he wants to make a good impression

- “You didn’t eat breakfast? Here, have some candied violets, they’re my favourite.”

- always wishes you a goodnight's sleep and says good morning

- a worry bug if you're late to class

[treysimp]

"I’m not sure how better to say this... do you want to make out on my couch?"

Part 6:

GN!Reader x Heartslabyul (Ace, Trey, Riddle, Cater, Deuce)

Tags: Smooching, implied mutual pining and suggestive themes, but nothing explicit. Reader is not physically described.

Other works in this series:

Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia

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Before you could fully turn to see a reaction, you feel a hand roughly grab your shoulder and spin you forward, pushing you into the front door of Ramshackle with a horribly-loud creak.

Your body was enveloped in a sudden warmth while a pair of lips found yours, kissing you harshly and breathlessly, barely giving you time to gasp between desperately pressed caresses. 

They wound down, got softer and kinder, and finally  Ace  removed himself from you. His face had a pretty flush and he was gasping from the aggressive kisses he had just subjected the both of you to.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve spent hours trying to figure out how to come on to you and it's been this fucking easy the whole time?” He dove back in for more, hands grabbing at your hair, smothering you in unsaid feelings, missed opportunities, and the pure strength of his want for you.

“I can’t-” gasp, “believe-” a breath, “I didn’t-” a moan, “do this sooner.” 

Ace had pinned you to the door, his hands holding your biceps against the wooden planks. He was panting and shaking, you could see each breath puff in a cloud of condensation as it hung in the air. 

You were in shock. You liked him, obviously. You wouldn't have asked him to make out with you if you hadn't, but you had no idea that Ace felt so strongly. It thrilled you.

You hoped and prayed that you had a shot, trying to contain the jump of your heart every time he would swing his arm around your shoulders or pull your sleeve to run faster from some sort of impending trouble (that was almost certainly caused by him).

“Ace.” Your voice was much shakier than you would have liked. His red eyes snapped to you, softening by just a hair.

“Yeah?” He leaned his forehead against yours, loosening his grip on your arms and letting his palms fall to your waist. He seemed to recognize that he needed to relax for a second for you to process his sudden admission.

You took a shaky breath before you continued. 

“A-aren’t you going to come in?”

Cocking a brow and face pulling into his signature smirk, Ace took a step back from you and allowed you to finally push the door open. Putting his hands behind his head, he started innocently whistling while he walked inside the lounge.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but he swears that this was the best this shitty place had ever looked. He supposed that wasn’t really what mattered right now. 

But… the idea of you taking extra care to clean when you hoped to invite him inside stirred something deep inside of him, but he decided to push that thought down for now. He planned to spend as much time with you as you would allow, after all.

Taking a seat on the couch and beckoning you over with his hand, Ace patted his knee.

“Have a seat, Prefect. I’d love to know more about what you have planned for tonight.” He grinned.

You obliged, climbing onto his lap. Ace felt his throat dry out. 

For all the bluster and confidence he tried to exude, he felt so out of his depth looking at you. He constantly stumbled over his words when you were listening, not to mention how many school supplies he had dropped while daydreaming about you in class. 

Or the sheer number of close calls he almost had with his schoolmates seeing him doodle variations of your names mixed together. He wanted you to take Trappola, but he was willing to compromise. He wouldn’t mind taking yours either, but you would have to bring it up yourself, as he would be too embarrassed to broach the subject.

Ace was head over heels for you, and he has no idea when it started. As soon as he noticed his quickening heartbeat when you were around, he quickly admitted that he was infatuated. 

Admitting to himself that he liked you was the easy part. He had instead spent all of this time agonizing over how to tell you. 

He found ways to touch you whenever he could justify it, but even he admitted it just came off as friendly contact between friends. He tried to monopolize your time whenever he had the chance, but between classes and your demon-cat babysitting duties, there were few opportunities.  

And yet after all that, you asked him. You wanted him. He could barely contain himself. You were seated above him, moonlight caressing the planes of your face as your eyes gazed into his and he wondered for a brief second if this is what heaven felt like. 

He was going to take everything you would give him, that was a promise.

“...Prefect.”

You turned around slowly. Time to face the music. You braced yourself for rejection, tried to scramble with the best explanation for how you were ‘totally joking’ or ‘just wanted to see what you’d say’ but the excuses died out in your mouth as you saw the two hands that were pinning either side of your body to the door.

“You shouldn’t tease older guys like that, you know? You might get into trouble.” Said  Trey,  looking like he could eat you alive at this very moment. 

His eyebrow was cocked in derision, his lip curled into a smile that spelled trouble, but you couldn’t help the quiver of your lower lip at his sudden closeness. He had to know what he was doing to you, right?

Trey grew ever closer, it felt like his golden eyes were calculating every movement you made and each rise and fall of your chest. You wondered if he could hear your heart beating, as it certainly was ringing in your ears. 

Taking one hand to your chin to tilt your face towards his, he smiled. 

“I’m not going to be here on campus for you next year, you know? I don’t know when I’d be able to see you.”

It was a warning, clearly. Kind as ever, he was trying to protect your feelings and maybe also his own. He hasn’t said no to you yet though. 

“I also… I also don’t know how long I’ll be here.” You began, willing yourself to make eye contact with him. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to continue.

“That’s why… that’s why I want you now. Because I don’t… I don’t know what day will be my last one here.” You finished, voice shaking. It felt so vulnerable, that you wondered if stripping right here in front of him wordlessly might have been easier than this conversation.

This was a very difficult admission from you, but it was the conclusion you had come to. You had spent so much time watching him, seeing his care and kindness for everyone around him, and decided that if you didn’t tell him that you wanted him, you would regret it forever. 

Today being the day that you admitted your bottled-up feelings to Trey was an impulsive fluke on your part, but your mind was already made up. If he wanted you, you were all his.

Trey’s eyes widened momentarily and then softened into a sweet smile. 

“Well, if you’ve already made up your mind, who am I to stop you?” He mused, closing his eyes in a satisfied smile as he tilted his head to get a better look at your flustered face.

Slowly, gently, Trey guided your chin to him as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

It felt like fireworks went off behind your eyelids. You pressed yourself forward, grabbing Trey by the lapels to pull him closer to you. You could feel the smile on his lips as he returned your clumsily aggressive kisses, carding his hands through your hair as he hummed in pleasant satisfaction. 

Trey reached behind you and pushed open the door you had been unintentionally guarding, not breaking the procession of kisses for a single moment as he led you to your couch. 

Walking clumsily backward, you landed gracelessly on the couch when the back of your knees hit the lip of the cushions and buckled in surprise. 

Glasses slightly fogged, Trey stared at you in awe, mouth slightly agape at the beautiful mess you were. 

You noticed a slight dimple in his cheek that you had never seen before, and a tiny smattering of freckles that sat on the bridge of his nose. How long had you longingly stared at him and never noticed these things? It made you want to know everything else about him.

Trey licked his lips lightly in thought. He wasn’t one to make decisions without thinking them through, but it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to afford the time in this case. 

He had written off you as a possibility. He knew that his attraction to you would pass, no matter how intense it was. 

Trey noticed how others looked at you, some of them even being his underclassmen. Watching the eyes that wandered your body, memorizing the way you walked, the way your shoulders shook when you laughed, how your brows knit when you were thinking, the smile you would give him any time you ate something he made. 

He knew that even if you didn’t know it, you had stolen the hearts of many people around you, including himself. And yet, you both were here, you wanted him. How could he say no?

Standing up straight, he removed his glasses and tucked them inside the breast pocket of his jacket. 

He decided that was going to ruin you tonight, and any other nights that he was able.

“Really!”  Riddle  sputters, his brows knit in irritation “you should…. you really…” he trails off, his eyes frantically darting around your face as if a puzzle piece would magically fall into place if he just had the final hint.

“…You really should ask in a more romantic way than that.” He finally finished, fingers drifting to your tie to straighten the lopsided knot.

Your eyebrows involuntarily raised to the sky.

“Is that a no, house warden?” You ask. You wanted to start hysterically laughing, oh my god how could he possibly be so cute? 

Waiting for his response, you placed your hands on top of his to still the fingers that had been fussing over your tie. 

You were going to get him to answer your question in a forthright manner if it killed you.

“It’s not-not a no!” Riddle sputtered, pretending to wipe his mouth with his sleeve to hide away his increasingly flustered face. You noted that he had kept his other hand in your grasp though, feeling him shake gently beneath you.

“Next time I expect flowers! Or chocolate!” He finally shouted, pulling both of his hands away to cross them over his chest haughtily. You couldn’t hide the grin splitting your face.

“Oh? You’re already planning on next time?” You said, smoothing your hand over his ruby hair. 

Riddle seemed to finally register his slip of the tongue as his face lit as scarlet as the rest of him. 

“No!” Riddle practically screamed. You were glad Grim wasn’t here tonight, as he definitely would have woken up upon hearing this exchange.

You raised an eyebrow, “No?” 

Riddle’s gaze was fixed on the floor, face knit in irritation. 

“Only if you play your cards right.” He finished, turning his head away with a huff. 

You couldn’t stop the giggling that bubbled from your chest, God he was the cutest. How did he do it? 

Not being able to help yourself, you wound your arms around his body, pulling him close to you as you buried your head in his neck. 

Unsurprisingly he smelled great, like sweets and roses and some other sort of soft musk that was no doubt from some sort of expensive atelier. It was so charming the things he did to take care of himself for the sake of appearances. 

You idly wondered if there was a rule about smelling good in Heartslabyul. There probably was, but you decided that asking would only mortify Riddle further, and you wanted to get him to do more than talk to you tonight. 

Riddle was stiff as a board, arms hovering around you awkwardly for a moment until he finally relaxed, pulling you snugly into his arms. 

“Do you really want to kiss me?” You could barely hear Riddle mumble, his voice muffled by your hair as he nuzzled it into your neck to mirror the way you had been holding him. 

You pulled away slowly and held him by the shoulders, eyes boring into his shy grey gaze. You took a moment to take in the loveliness of his face for just a moment, relishing in the closeness you had never been afforded before now. The red eyeliner around his lashes, the rosy sheen of his heart-shaped mouth, and a tiny mole you had never noticed on top of his eyelid. So lovely.

“Yes. I do.” You said softly. 

If you could believe it, Riddle got even redder. He cleared his throat and seemed to make an internal decision, twining his hands behind your neck as he pushed himself forward to meet your lips. 

His lips were stiff but very, very soft. You pressed gently against him, massaging your mouth against his in hopes of loosening him up. It seemed to work, as you heard the smallest of moans as Riddle tried to mirror your movements, lightly sucking on your lower lip. It was shy, but also heartbreakingly genuine and careful. 

You both separated slowly, you wished you could take a picture of the expression on his face. 

Gorgeous eyes half open, glossy lips slightly swollen from the contact, he pulled the bottom of said lips into his mouth to chew on it lightly as he snapped his gaze to the side. How was he even real? His beauty shines like a fairy tale prince, and yet this gorgeous boy thought himself a villain. How ironic. 

“Again.” He whispered, pushing his face back towards you with more aggressive energy, seemingly having gained confidence now that the spell of your first kiss was broken. 

His kisses sped up and gained in ferocity, each time you separated for breath being punctuated with another ‘again’. His affection grew more demanding, his chest grew tighter and each breath became more labored. 

“Let me inside.” Riddle finally demanded, his hands curled into the lapels of your jacket. “I want to come inside.” 

You swallowed audibly and nodded, pushing the door open while Riddle pulled you inside of Ramshackle.   

(NSFW Conclusion)

AMAB!Reader // AFAB!Reader

“You’re such a tease, Prefect!”  Cater  giggled, his gaze on his phone as he typed away at a message. Tucking a stray strand of ginger hair behind his ear, his green eyes sparkled while a little fang peeked out from behind his lip. 

“I think your fans would kill me if I made a move on you.” he punctuated with a wink, tucking his phone into his pocket as he placed a hand on his hip. 

You let out a long belly laugh at the statement. “My fans? I’m not the one who’s  Insta -famous.” 

Cater wrinkled his pixie-like nose, “What’s ' Insta' ?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s a thing in my world.” You said with a smile, covering your mouth with your hand to stifle your unending giggles.

Cater’s eyes softened as he looked lovingly at the way your face screwed up while laughing so hard at his statement. It was sweet that you thought he was kidding.  

“I know I’m handsome and all, but you really can’t throw away your charm and innocence on a playboy like me.” Cater said with a smirk, his expression reminding you very much of the cock-eyed grin he had given the incoming students at orientation. 

Not that you had that much time to pay attention on that chaotic day, but even in the chaos you couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous guy whose black diamond under his eye punctuated his perfect cheekbones. 

You had never asked why his mark was colored red now and black at that time, but you assumed it was some other Night Raven tradition that you had no clue about. 

It was pretty funny that he was trying so hard to play off your request. It hurt a little bit too, but it was still funny. 

“Playboy? Yeah, right! You and who?” you teased, poking him in the ribs. Cater looked visibly offended.

“Um, that’s because none of them go to this school.” He said with a huff. His excuse was lame and he knew it, but he had an image to maintain, you know? 

You covered your mouth with your hand to cover the smile spreading across your face, oh, so he was going to play the ‘my lover lives in Canada’ card, huh? Well, you weren’t going to let him off so easily.

“That’s a shame, I wanted to know your type.” You said, biting your lip and willing yourself to look disappointed. 

Cater felt a lump form in his throat that he couldn’t manage to swallow as he fixated on the teeth that were worrying over your lip. Fuck, that was so unfair.

“W-well…” he stuttered, “My type is, uh…” Oh sevens, why did he even start this sentence?

“Someone who laughs at my jokes... Um, someone who I can talk about anything with… Someone who doesn’t judge me for being… for being myself.” His face was burning. For once, Cater couldn’t look you in the eye.

He didn’t think you would pick up on it, but every single one of those requirements was just part of the ever-expanding list of why he was head-over-heels for you. It was too much to hope that you would reciprocate though. Why would you like him back? It made no sense.

“Oh… that’s very interesting…” You said, tapping your finger to your chin in thought.

“My type is you though.” You moved your eyes to the ground sadly, knitting your fingers with each other as you intentionally studied your cuticles.

Cater felt like his eyes might pop out of his sockets as he froze in shock. He had tried to play off your offer to him earlier, genuinely believing that you were just teasing him. 

What was he supposed to make of this? His face burned a bright scarlet as he covered his face with his hands. Were you really…?

“You’re kidding.” He mumbled. His chest was heaving in a way that looked very much like the precursor to hyperventilation. 

His thoughts were racing, what was he supposed to do? Did he believe you? Did he keep trying to play it off? What was the right choice? 

You stepped closer to him, gently taking his hands from his face and holding them in your own. 

“I’m serious.” You whispered, feeling your face burn at the admission. 

You stared at the shaking hands that you held in yours, thinking about the time that you attended his club’s concert and saw how those same fingers moved so deftly along the neck of his guitar. 

His hair was stringy from sweat, stomping precisely on his pedal board to switch the sound of his instrument as his eyes scanned the crowd and met yours. You felt like your heart would fall right out of your chest at that moment. It made you want to climb on the stage and jump him right there, as silly of an impulse as that was.

Cater stared at your face with an unreadable expression, you dared to spare him a glance, biting your lip even more fervently than you had been just a moment ago. You weren’t sure what you would do if he rejected you now.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to worry about that for much longer, as Cater had swallowed his nervousness to swing forward and trap you in a passionate kiss.  

You gasped in surprise, which gave Cater the opportunity to push himself even harder against you. Nibbling at your lips and pushing his tongue into every crevice that he could conceivably reach, he was overwhelmed by the feel of you. 

He tasted the hard candy that he had given you earlier, having spent much of the evening visibly distracted by the movements of your mouth as you rolled the sweet around with your tongue. 

It had made him think just a bit too deeply about what else your tongue might be able to do. 

You both separated, glassy eyes connected in a haze of mutual attraction and longing. 

“I gave you a chance to back out.” Cater said breathlessly, “It’s too late now though.”

Silence. You turned around to see if he heard you, but the boy in front of you was still as a statue.

Deuce’s blue-green eyes were almost completely round as he stared at you, unblinking. 

“...Deuce?” You called gently. Did you break him? 

Seemingly shaking off the brain fog that had overcome him, Deuce’s face began reddening like a cauldron coming to a broil. 

“...I’m in love with you.” Deuce said it so fast that you almost couldn’t understand him, but you did catch the word ‘love’ and now it was your turn to freeze in shock. 

“L-love?” You sputtered, you couldn’t have heard him right. Right?  

Deuce nodded at you seriously. Eyed steeled, jaw clenched in anxiety. 

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. You were shaking, you wanted to scream in both joy and anxiety.

Deuce cleared his throat and continued his thought.

“I’ve been in love with you ever since I first saw you,” His breathing was shaky, it was embarrassing. He had imagined looking much cooler when he ran the scenario through his mind all of those times before.

It seemed like he might lose all of the courage he had built up at any moment, but he had to tell you. 

His words started to tumble out of his mouth at light speed, words blurring together as the thoughts and feelings that he had been bottling up for so long began bubbling over and spilling out.

“You’re gorgeous, you’re kind, you always support me, you take care of everyone around you and run straight into danger if it means helping someone! You suffer through me being a dumbass, you sit and study with me even though your grades are way better than mine and…” 

He paused for a deep breath. He wasn’t even sure if he could articulate how he was feeling, but he was going to try anyway. 

“Every time you look at me I feel like I could die happy. I feel like you could stab me through the heart right now and I would thank you for it. I feel the same thrill I felt when I won a fight with none of the pain! I just…” 

He felt like he could cry, he had spent so much time trying to change, trying to make himself into someone new, someone his mother could be proud of… someone lovable. 

Someone that maybe you… maybe you could love him. 

You couldn’t restrain yourself any longer as you pulled Deuce into your arms, holding him tightly, aggressively. You peppered his hair with kisses, petting his back soothingly, trying to still the erratic beating of your heart. 

Deuce slowed his breathing in your embrace. He counted his breath, in and out, in and out. It was calming, your arms felt like everything he wanted them to be.

Feeling better, Deuce lifted his head to take in your expression. He felt bad that he had just spent the past few minutes having an emotional dam break and then had just sat in silence. 

You looked perfect. Your expression was a stunning mixture between embarrassment and joy, your hair was slightly mussed from pulling Deuce to yourself so suddenly. 

He decided then and there that this was the end of holding back. 

Raising a gloved hand to your temple, Deuce trailed his hand down the side of your face, taking in a shaky breath as you leaned your face into his touch, closing your eyes to focus on the sensation. 

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, mouth a mere inch away from yours, eyes locked on your lips to read your response. You nodded wordlessly, staring as if hypnotized by his gaze.

He was so careful with you. It felt like you might disappear at any moment if he was too rough. Soft, curious, experimental, he moved with his entire focus on how your mouth moved and how you tasted. Both of you separated for a moment to catch your breath, his eyes seemed to almost glow.

“...Perfect.” He exhaled, pausing between his thoughts to begin kissing along your neck. Soft nibbles and moans escaped his mouth as you tilted your head to give him better access. Your hands grasped his back tightly, pulling him as close as you could dare. 

Your head was spinning at all of the new sensations, the emotion of it all, and the way that you felt any self-restraint leave you with each hesitant kiss along your neck, your collarbone, and the shell of your ear. 

“Deuce…” You gasped, “Deuce please…” Pulling away from your tight hold, Deuce’s eyes returned to looking at yours. His chest was heaving, and his clothes felt oppressive and tight. 

“Please, please let me have more of you.” 

He swallowed, Adam’s Apple bobbing at the action. Eyes scanning your face for any hint of reluctance on your part. He found none. After a moment of silence, he nodded. 

“I’ll give you anything you want.” 

My boys~! My beautiful boys! This was a little more tender than some of the other dorms, haha. Sorry, I was just in a mood for sap I guess.

Sexy will still come, I promise. I just wanted cute lead-ups.

As always, let me know if you have prompts and requests.

Love you, reader!

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Requested tags: @naniky

[wolken-himmel]

7k Followers Special

In which I give you a detailed recollection of tales about Grim trying to ruin your love life.

The poor cat just doesn't want to lose you... even if he won't admit that.

Request by anon.

"I don't care about (Y/n)!"

That's what Grim always yelled whenever someone commented on how close you had gotten during your many adventures. Every single time, the fire in his ears would adopt a soft pinkish hue, and his trident tail would betray him by wagging back and forth.

Grim cared about you, and he was the only one who hadn't noticed yet.

It was only when various students tried to get closer to you that he realised his platonic affection for you, his dear henchhuman. Afraid that he would not be your closest companion anymore, the naive cat monster swore to himself that he would drive away any unwanted suitor — so that the two you could remain friends forever. He had been your first friend here in Twisted Wonderland, and that had to mean something, right?

Truth be told: a part of him just didn't want to be the third wheel, but don't tell him that I said that.

The first ones that your protector had to fend off were none other than Ace and Deuce — but oh well, he didn't have to do much himself, anyway. These two idiots always fought amongst themselves instead of working together, and their fits and tantrums never ceased to ruin your day. Grim, on the other hand, was always there by your side whenever Ace and Deuce brawled on the floor. At the end of the day, the lazy cat would rest in bed beside you, not having had to do anything.

The same case applied for Jack and Sebek, who always were rather shy around you — or at least, they weren't themselves. With you nearby, Sebek never managed to produce any coherent sentences, let alone scream and yell as he always did. When you were there, Grim could do whatever he pleased, and the Diasomnia student would never scold him. Jack, too, was rather quiet around you — awkward even. Although, I have to admit that he wasn't as bad as Sebek. Interestingly enough, Jack was a sweet one, always leaving presents on your doorstep — but never revealing that these were his own doing.

And Epel, oh poor Epel. He always lost his newly gained confidence whenever your gaze crossed his. Everything that would come out of his mouth afterwards were heavily-accented curses that shook you to the core. It always was bizarre to hear such vile words coming from such a sweet face.

Again, Grim easily dealt with all of the first-years. However, ruining your love life wasn't always as easy as that.

A lot of witty students attended Night Raven College, and some of them really managed to succeed while others didn't. It was here that Grim knew that he had to step up his game.

Ruggie was a smart one — very sly and quick on his feet. And even worse, Ruggie knew that Grim was a glutton, just as he was. The cat monster's love for food was perhaps his biggest detriment, and the witty hyena used that fact against him dozens of times. The timing seemed perfect too! It was only when Grim was the hungriest that, suddenly, a glazed donut appeared on a bench. Despite the alarms going off in his head, Grim always failed to resist. And even just a few minutes of distraction gave Ruggie enough time to slip beside you and initiate a conversation — until Grim awoke from his food coma and shooed him away.

Lilia found success in a similar way... kind of. The third-year knew of the cat monster's interest in anything edible looking. After all, he had witnessed Grim devouring those strange black stones that appeared after an overblot various times. So, Lilia tried to concoct something delicious that would distract the gluttonous cat monster — oh, the food would make him fall out of his chair. However, it wasn't out of delight. No, the first time that Grim bit into the cake suspiciously placed onto his table at the cafeteria, he lost consciousness for a few seconds. And when he woke up, he would try to cough up the remainder of the vile frosting that had just touched his tongue — only to find out that a small third-year sat in his chair, chatting about the newest cake recipes with you.

Yes, Grim definitely preferred Ruggie's delicious donuts over Lilia literally trying to poison him.

Another student that I thought would pursue the same tactic was Trey. However, Trey didn't use his delicious baking skills to get ahead in the race — no, he instead relied on his flawless reputation as a kind and helpful upperclassman. You and your friends had gotten yourselves into countless of mishaps and dilemmas, and Trey would offer help every single time. Even worse, you always accepted his help without a second thought, and Grim despised your trust in him strongly. The cat always tried to convince you of Trey's darker intentions, but you never believed him — maybe because Grim didn't believe his own advice, anyway. Trey was just too nice...

Another person that tried to kill you with kindness was good old Kalim. He once literally almost drowned you in a heap of presents, but luckily, Grim jumped to your rescue and pulled you out of the mountain of presents by your neck. Kalim apologised profusely afterwards when you landed in the infirmary for a minor concussion after one of the boxes had hit your head at a bad angle. Of course, no one could be angry at him, and you forgave him immediately. And even Grim couldn't convince you to hold a grudge against Kalim.

However, he knew that there was something off about Jamil; that poor boy was troubled right from the start, which shouldn't be a strange thing in an academy for villains. Sadly, Jamil's troubles backfired on Grim when you offered to help with daily errands. You admired the Scarabia vice dorm leader's hard work and tireless energy, although there were times when you noticed the bag under his eyes and the dullness of his eyes. Seeing your friend like that awoke your parental instincts, and no one could stop you in that state — not even a whining cat baby.

Vil also often pulled you aside to fix your hair and clothes, especially to remove all the cat hair that often stuck to your blazer. And what Grim despised especially was the shampoo that Vil gave to you, insisting that you try it out. Somehow, Grim was allergic to something inside that shampoo — and he was sure that Vil must have done this intentionally! Luckily, Grim was able to convince you to stop using the shampoo, for his wellbeing.

Despite the many defeats that Grim had to suffer through, he also experienced quite many successes too, starting from the aforementioned incidents with the first-years. Luckily for him, a few of the students were rather awkward around you — such as Riddle. The usually so strict and frightening dorm leader became unusually quiet when you came to visit Ace and Deuce. These two loved your visits since your presence as an outsider always lessened the intensity of Riddle's punishments. Much to Riddle's dismay, he never could really get closer to you because of his position of superiority when it came to your two best friends, Ace and Deuce.

Another student who had it even worse than Riddle was Idia, who didn't dare to dream up what a personal meeting with you could be like. The two of you had never exchanged a word, safe for that one time you asked him how Ortho was. Talking about Ortho, not even he could fix his brother's reluctance when it came to talking to you. Idia preferred to watch you over his monitors. Sadly, there was an inherent fear of messing up that prevented Idia from approaching you, asking a casual 'wassup' before continuing on his merry way.

And that's why the Ignihyde dorm leader envied a certain extroverted Heartslabyul student so much. Cater always had been talented at chatting people up, making him perhaps one of the biggest threats in Grim's eyes. Cater was such a master at conversation that Grim wasn't able to keep up most of the time: one second, the third-year was asking you about your alchemy exams, the other he had already managed to make you agree to a study date. By then, that one brain cell in the cat's mind hadn't even finished comprehending that Cater had already posted a selfie with the three of you.

And let's not forget about Rook, who was a champion at talking, too. Although he was much more of a shady character than carefree and trustworthy Cater. Also, he was something of a sly fox. Just looking away one second during an uneventful walk through the woods could cause you to disappear, whisked away by a certain hunter. And it wasn't as if you minded the eccentric blond and his antics — no, you found him funny somehow? But... if Grim were to insist more on the watchful eyes that haunted you at night, you would probably listen to him.

But the school was full of dangerous individuals like that. And sadly for Grim, there were three of these that always banded together to torture him. These were none other than the infamous Azul, Jade, and Floyd — the combination of names never failing to instill fear into the hearts of many students. Grim, too, would almost always faint whenever Floyd managed to snatch him away from you during an inconspicuous walk. Azul would order Floyd to squeeze him as tightly as if he were wringing a lemon for the last drop of juice. And every time you would voice your concern about Grim's wellbeing, Jade would assure you that it was just one of Floyd's friendly hugs. At the end, Grim would have to witness as Azul invited you to a free dinner at the Mostro Lounge.

Another dangerous predator that roamed school grounds was a certain lion beastman, only that he didn't do much roaming and instead preferred to nap beneath a shady tree. Leona was a strange case in Grim's book... because this time, you were the one who liked to seek him out most of the times. You were strangely fascinated by his uncaring attitude and thus liked to bother him. Leona never shooed you away though, unless you were particularly bothersome that day, and sometimes even let you play with his ears. The sight always made Grim hiss and growl at you, wanting to be the one whose ears were being played with.

Someone else who enjoyed sleeping in your presence was... drumroll — Silver! This one was especially bad in Grim's eyes with how smart he played his tactics with you. This sly boy would, whenever he sat next to you coincidentally or not, fall asleep in just a few seconds of having sat down. The worst of all was that, no matter how much Grim pawed at his sleeve and tried to wake him up, Silver wouldn't budge until you had to get up and leave. 'Oh, he's so adorable asleep!' you would squeal with his head on your shoulder. And every time, Grim would frown and wish that it was him you said this about.

But! Silver was nothing compared to Malleus, the worst of the worst — the epitome of Grim's biggest fear. Malleus, that smart bugger, only appeared at night when Grim was too tired to focus his whole attention on ruining your love life. Well, you have to give him credit. And in that moment of weakness (his second worst fatal flaw aside from his gluttony), Malleus would appear in your front yard and lure you out with those green fire flies, as Grim always complained. And he would be left behind, asleep and helpless to protect you from the fae's mischief.

Well, in reality, it never really was any mischief. Malleus simply appeared for a few minutes and spewed a few words of wisdom before disappearing again. Similar to this case, perhaps Grim misinterpreted a lot of the boys' affection towards you, or perhaps you simply were too oblivious? It didn't matter which was the truth, Grim still didn't want to lose you, as he had to admit eventually.

"(Y/n)?" Grim called out when he felt fingers running through his fur. The drowsiness in his eyes was soon replaced by confusion as he sat up. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be with that tall horned dude out there?" Then he briefly paused and crossed his arms. "Not that I care!"

A smile grew on your lips at his defensiveness. "Well, you had a nightmare, so I stayed in here," you explained softly, even laughing when he brightened up noticeably. "I'm sure Malleus will manage on his own for tonight."

"Yeah! Exactly right!" Grim jumped up and threw himself at you. "You care about me more than the others," he muttered quietly while sliding down into your lap, satisfied.

The last echoes of your chuckles faded away into the silence of the night. The two of you spent a moment in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore and broke the peace by whispering, "Thank you, Grim."

"What for?" He perked up in confusion to look up at you with big, adorable eyes.

The smile on your lips returned upon seeing him tilt his head to the side cutely. Your heart squeezed happily when he extended his left paw to nudge your arm. You opened your mouth, but you couldn't formulate all the thoughts rushing to you all at once. It was a storm of contentedness and serenity that befell you, overwhelming you.

"I'm happy you're here with me. I'm happy that you care for me," you explained after a while of silence.

The cat's eyes grew larger at your words, and he seemed genuinely surprised yet delighted upon comprehending what you had just said. Then, suddenly, his smile turned into a scowl, and he pushed you away from him. "Ew, I don't care for you! What made you think that?" he howled loudly and crossed his arms.

Amused, you dragged your fingers across his head, which quickly got him to calm down again. "The constant growling whenever any other student is around us, the way you tried to attack Floyd the other day..."

"Okay..." Grim admitted, pouting. "Maybe I do care a little bit..."

"That's alright, Grim. I love you, too."

Grim nuzzled into your hand happily. "More than the other boys, right?"

[writingsoftwistedwonderland]

Twist characters and how they cuddle!

I haven't written in a while, and recently got rehyperfixated on twist (Sorry everyone) SO HERE IS A BIG GENERAL HEADCANON FOR A:: OUR BOYS!! It can be taken platonic or romantic EXCEPT! For ortho, platonic only with the baby or be blocked. Starting with heartslabyul and move on from there!

putting keep reading so it doesn't make someone's page huge

Heartslabyul

Riddle: I believe he is touch starved, and only focusing on studying instead of childhood things can be the result of it. I like to think he loves being held close to his S/O's chest, hearing their heartbeat as he relaxes after a hard day. Bonus! He also likes being the little spoon and leaning against someone while studying!

Trey: I believe he would be the big spoon or holding his S/O however they like, mostly because he is the oldest child, so it's like a default for him to hold someone close and be the giver. Bonus! He does however enjoy being the little spoon or his head cradled after a busy day, or when his head hurts, having his S/O just gently play with his hair makes him relax.

Cater: I Vastly enjoy the mental image of Cater preferring to cuddle close to his S/O's stomach or thighs, and fiddling with his phone, or letting S/O mess with his hair as he relaxes.

Bonus! He loves cuddling close to his S/O's neck and shoulder and just hiding his face there, especially with low mental health days.

Deuce: He tries to be the giver, but he is a softie and loves being held. Just hug him and nuzzle into him and he just melts and becomes a huge baby. Do it in front of Ace and you get a cuddle pile!

Bonus! He will tuck himself into his S/O's side, dozing in and out of sleep while rambling about things he did in his dorm or just during the day in general.

Ace:

BASTARD! STINKY STINKY MAN! YOU WANT TO CUDDLE? EARN IT! He enjoys fighting with his S/O(playfully) when they try to cuddle him. Want to sit and relax? Too bad! His S/O is now on the floor fighting for their life, Ace giggling above them! He cuddles them eventually, laying on their chest while scrolling through social media.

Bonus! The best Ace cuddles are sleepy Ace cuddles. Get him well and tired, and he will just nuzzle into his S/O’s shoulder, murmuring little things here and there.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Rose-Red Tyrant

Author Notes: So this is a sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath. I've been considering, for quite some time now, why the Prefect (reader) gets to see what amounts to the overblot victims memories and hear what seems to be their thoughts regarding said memories. So I guess you could say this is a kind of headcanon for what happens in those moments. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 1: The Rose-Red Tyrant!!

[Heartslabyul: You're Here!] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Heartslabul overblot.

Word Count: 2311

The ground was a brutal red. Covered in crushed and bruised rose petals that mixed with dark ink and made everything slippery. 

All I could hear were the screams and shouts from those nearby, but rather than fleeing or continuing to shout directions and warnings until my voice was hoarse, I stood silently. Watching in quiet horror as Riddle stumbled, reeling from the magical attacks he’d just received from his fellow dorm-mates. 

His once soft gray eyes were a violent red and wide open as he stared at me with an expression that spoke of shock. Like his entire world had just come crashing down like a house of cards around him.

He was no longer a form of horror, as the monstrosity behind him collapsed in a flood of ink that spread across the already-soaked ground. 

Instead, Riddle now looked pitiful. Like a lost child. He was trembling all over, but he’d at long last stopped attacking, and I honestly wondered if he’d simply run out of steam.

But as I looked at him, an unexpected sorrow swelled within my heart and caught me off-guard as the young man looked down at his hands, still blackened with ink stains.

Bitter tears began to fill his red eyes, and his previously loud voice wavered as he began to speak, “I…. I was wrong?! But that’s…. Impossible…..” 

His hands came up to cover his eyes and hide the tears that now threatened to roll down his too-pale face.

 He was no longer a creature perfectly fit for nightmares, and my heart seized painfully at his next words. So soft and broken that they were barely audible, “Isn’t it…Mother?”

 With those words, he gave a shudder and stumbled forward, his hands limply falling away from his face, which was now streaked with ink from his stained hands.

This was a Riddle I’d never seen before. One that was completely different from the mature but tyrannical young man I’d met.

 This was a young boy who was lost, broken, and one that I simply couldn’t abandon in this moment.

I didn’t know if it was instinct or something else, but something drove me forwards. Spurring me into running towards the young man, who had begun to collapse forward. 

My feet slid against the inky but tattered rose petals that littered the ground. Evidence of the horror we’d all just witnessed. The other students' voices followed me as they let out alarmed cries. Ace’s voice was perhaps the most prominent as he shouted my name. 

The panic in his voice almost made me want to stop even as my tired legs continued to carry me forward.

In truth, I had only one thought in my mind: that the young man in front of me, Riddle, didn’t need to be alone. 

It was a truth that was whispered to me from within my own mind. Something I knew as a solid fact even though I had no proof.

I barely even knew Riddle. All I knew of him was tyranny.

But I held out my arms, catching the small young man that I now realized was quite frail despite the immense magical power he possessed.

 He clung desperately to my shirt with trembling hands, and a sob tore its way out of him. I could practically feel the cold ink staining my shirt as it seeped through the thin fabric, and we both sank to the ground. 

He was exhausted, with his head drooping towards me like he could no longer stay awake. And as my knees hit the soggy ground, a wave of fatigue washed over me that promised me peace if I would just let it carry me away. 

I faintly heard my name get called yet again, but it sounded far enough away to be in an entirely other world.

Perhaps it was a voice from my world, trying to call me back home.

But even with that thought in mind, I didn’t respond. Instead, I fell into a darkness that consumed me, and I slumped forward. Still holding the small, broken boy close to me. As if that could bring him the peace he seemed to so desperately need.

But I wasn’t meant to slumber peacefully here, and though the deep darkness of what I thought was deep sleep surrounded me, I was not truly resting.

I looked around in confusion, looking for someone else in this deep darkness. After all, it didn’t feel like I was alone. It felt like I was surrounded in a space that was filled with only myself and one other person.

 It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling out of my depth as I glanced around in confusion. Finding that here, I was no longer exhausted or sore from the events that had just unfolded in Heartslabyul. 

Like a glitch on a television screen, the blackness flickered, and a hazy scene appeared. That reminded me of an old black-and-white movie recording. 

Even the voices were crackly.

“Happy 8th Birthday Riddle….” I frowned slightly and shook my head, wondering what I was seeing. 

I had to be dreaming, but…. Something about this didn’t feel like a dream. It felt more like I was trying to sift through my memories and was instead being faced with wholly unfamiliar images. 

A large woman stood, smiling down at an adorable red-haired boy whose face I immediately recognized with an alarmed jolt. 

Riddle. Without a doubt, that was the very same young man who’d just attacked me, my friends, and the other members of the Heartslabyul dorm in the midst of what I could only describe as a psychotic break.

I stared in a strange mixture of fascination and confusion at the scene before me as a voice that, unlike the others, was perfectly clear began to narrate the scene that lay before me. Riddle’s voice.

It sounded like he was right next to me, but when I turned, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I appeared to be alone. 

Alone, but I was wholly surrounded by the scene of what seemed to be his, Riddle’s, childhood.

 “I’d always wanted to try one of those tarts with the bright red strawberries….”

His voice was as solemn as ever as it calmly explained the thoughts and feelings of the child Riddle, who seemed to star in all of these scenes. But the image before me did not stay peaceful, and I soon came to realize a darker truth about what was unfolding in front of me.

I listened and watched with mounting horror as memories from Riddle’s childhood, barren of playing and fun, played in front of me like a film. Every bit of it was narrated by a numb-sounding Riddle himself.

My eyes went wide as a young, brightly smiling Trey flashed in front of me. He was accompanied by another boy, whom I soon realized was that cat-like fellow I’d met in the Heartslabyul maze. Chenya, I believed his name was.

It was then, right after their appearance, that everything truly began to snowball out of control. 

Tiny Riddle finally got to experience the joys of childhood, only to be caught by his mother, who enforced even more rigorous rules on him. And it was painful to see the small child, who would someday become the young man I’d met not too long ago, weep as he was denied some of the most basic aspects of childhood.

I was beyond enraged on behalf of the small child in front of me. But what made it worse was Riddle’s voice, which was still narrating each scene even though tears were slowly beginning to choke off his voice, “But Mom… Why? Why does my heart hurt so much?”

I covered my mouth, as if that could somehow help me cope, as I listened to the young man whom I could hear crying, but I couldn’t see nor comfort.

The scene in front of me slowly faded to black, leaving me only with Riddle’s voice, begging for an explanation as I turned, searching for him in vain. But he was invisible, in this darkness, as he pleaded for an answer to his questions, “Tell me, Mom, please….. What rule do I need to follow to make this pain go away?”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head as if that could somehow help me figure out what to do, and then, like flipping a switch, it all stopped.

I opened my eyes wearily, only to find I’d been crying silently as I‘d held Riddle close to my chest. My cheeks were even still wet, judging from how cold the breeze was on my face.

Riddle himself was still asleep. His expression slowly relaxed from an upset that matched his tear-choked voice, which I’d just been listening to, to a more peaceful one that suited him far better. 

And it was a relief to see him relax after having seen what I’d just witnessed in whatever that dream was.

 One of his hands was still fisted in my shirt as he clung to me like a small child, causing me to smile slightly even as I shifted to better examine him. I froze mid-motion as I heard a sharp inhale from just next to me. It was then that I realized that both me and Riddle were not, in fact, being supported by one another.

Instead, it was the young man who knelt next to us who held us upright with his arms wrapped securely around the two of us in a sort of embrace.

I looked over and made eye contact with warm, honey-colored eyes that stared at me, relief sweeping through them as I managed to croak out the man’s name, “Trey.”

He let out an exhale, a relieved smile appearing on his face as his grip on my arm tightened ever so slightly, almost like he was trying to reassure himself that I really was present and that all was well.

“Thank goodness. You’re back,” His voice was soft, more of a breath than anything, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by ‘back’. 

But I didn’t get to ask, and he didn’t get to continue since I heard three familiar voices both yell the same name at the same time.

“Y/N!” 

I half turned, finding I was still exhausted and slumping against Trey a bit more as I spotted Ace and Deuce both staring at me in wide-eyed relief before they both took off as Cater, who was right behind them, was still turning to look at me. 

The two boys' feet dug into the still-inky ground as they darted towards where I knelt with Trey and Riddle. 

Deuce reached us first, hitting his knees and grasping my arms as he scanned me for injury, “Are you alright?”

His voice was trembling as he questioned me, looking up at me with wide, panicked eyes. His expression was mirrored by Ace, who was desperately asking me what had happened while Cater appeared behind them. Carefully scanning both me and Riddle.

“Hey, hey. You’re crowding them. They only just came too,” Trey’s grip on me shifted in an almost protective fashion as he spoke, and I realized I was still relying heavily on him for support.

Crowley walked up far more slowly than the others, his eyes on me and a frown on his face as he began to open his mouth to say something. 

But before he could speak, one of Riddle’s hands, which had been gripping my arm this entire time, tightened slightly, and he made a mumbling sound.

All eyes darted to the young man, who slowly opened his eyes, once more a soft grey not unlike that of a dove’s feathers, with a groan. 

He looked up, making eye contact with me before looking at Trey and then back at me. 

Cater was saying something to both of us, but I'd tuned it out almost completely as I scanned the boy for any injuries. 

Riddle continued to look up at me with hazy eyes as I carefully scanned his small form, frowning as I noted exactly how exhausted he still looked. 

After a brief moment, though, he pulled away from both me and Trey. Distancing himself as his eyes slowly cleared and the gravity of the entire situation sank in.

From there, the situation devolved fairly quickly, with numerous questions being asked and reconciliations being made. Trey swept in towards the end of things, with Cater by his side like two concerned parents. Demanding that me and Riddle both go to the infirmary for a checkup.

It wasn’t until we were alone in that cold room filled with cots that Riddle made eye contact with me once more, “My… memories. You saw them, didn’t you?”

I was silent for a moment as I recalled those strange scenes in flickering black-and-white before I at last nodded, “Yes, I don’t know what caused it but…. Yes, I believe I did…. I heard you too.”

He nodded, falling silent as we waited for the nurse to enter and give us a clean bill of health. After a few moments, he met my gaze again, “I think we…. Connected for a moment there. I don’t know how, but you saw my memories and heard my thoughts. And I… I felt you there.”

I watched him quietly, not sure of what to say as he fell silent. But I couldn’t blame him. I too wouldn’t know what to say or think if some had seen my memories.

After a moment, though, he looked over at me with a troubled expression before he spoke  quietly, “If I were you, I would tell the Headmaster about this.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say since something told me neither of us knew what this meant for me or him.

[twstgarden]

❁ ❝ 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 ❞

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

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

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march 18th.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay! ready…”

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

“happy 4th anniversary!”

click!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“f/n~!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wait, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a soft laugh left lilia’s lips as he replied, “right! i did see sebek trying to coerce you into drinking the smoothie.”

“i have not seen silver around, though,” you added as you looked around, causing malleus and lilia to glance around the entrance as well. “could he have fallen asleep somewhere?” asked malleus.

“i suppose i know where he is. come,” spoke lilia as he started walking towards ramshackle’s backyard with you and malleus in tow. as soon as you arrived to the backyard, you noticed a figure leaning by the tree, wearing diasomnia’s uniform as a few birds surrounded the said figure.

“there he is!” exclaimed lilia like a parent overjoyed at the sight of his child. you approached the dozing figure as malleus spoke, “i suppose the tree is quite comfortable to rest on.” hearing malleus’ voice made silver flutter his eyes open before he stood up straight, “ah! s-sorry, i did not realise i had fallen asleep…”

“why are you standing here? join the party! there’s lots of snacks you can eat,” spoke lilia as he grabbed silver’s hand. the latter hummed a little before glancing at you, “ah… n/n…” malleus glanced back at the banquet table before looking back at silver, “come, silver. let’s indulge ourselves.”

“yes, malleus-sama,” replied silver as he quickly walked beside malleus, both heading to the table and plating their chosen meals. you and lilia were left by the tree in the backyard, smiling at the sight of everyone enjoying the party with no worries in the world, stuffing themselves and laughing with their friends.

lilia eyed malleus and silver with a relieved smile, “…well, i’m very happy.”

“hm?” you turned your head to look at lilia with a puzzled expression, “oh… well, the atmosphere of this anniversary party is quite light-hearted, it makes me happy too.” lilia merely smiled, his eyes still on malleus and silver picking some food with sebek joining them and pointing at the meals they need to try.

“yes, and… i’m happy they’ve reassured me they can take care of themselves now…” mumbled lilia, causing you to blink as you did not know what he meant or what he was hinting at. nonetheless, you smiled and patted his back as he laughed a little, “happy 4th anniversary to our prestigious academy~!”

“mhm, happy 4th anniversary.”

© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[yume-yuurei]

Sugar overdose

Trey Clover × reader

Synopsis: There's this one student in NRC... he always seems to look out for you, expressing his care and making your forced stay in Twisted Wonderland more bearable. Though there are some things about him that you stay oblivious to...

TW for: mild yandere, drugging/food poisoning (?) (basically unconscious potion consumption), stalking (if you can call it that), overall creepy-ish behavior. If you're uncomfortable with any of aforementioned topics, do not proceed, please. :з

(the whole thing might seem rushed or unfinished, forgive me if so, I'm still gaining experience in writing. ^^")

He's always been there.

Since when you first got dropped into this world, Clover has always been somewhere in sight. It was hard to stop your gaze at just one thing when there were so many wonders you'd never seen before, so you never paid him much mind, not until the Heartslabyul incident, at least. Before you could only catch a glimpse of him in the cafeteria or exchange short greetings in the halls, but the first overblot gave him a push to change the matters. First he started calling out to you when seeing you in crowd, then he worked up some courage to ask for greeting hugs (or at least handshakes when you weren't in the mood), and at some point decided to strike up a conversation: one, two, five, to the point where you'll find him approaching you almost every day, helping out with chores, carrying groceries, sharing notes and helping with homework, staying over for night, and-

When did he manage to get so close?

Windows in NRC's alchemy lab expose one's eyes to unique views; usually it's already way past noon when classes end, enough so the sun starts setting by that time, painting the vast free skies in deep shades of pink and yellow. Wisps of colorful cotton clouds frame the canvas, giving finishing touches to the majestic evening painting. And the centre piece of the gallery of nature - the biggest wonder, an anomaly of this world, not unlike a shy flower on a fragile stem blooming among concrete plates or snowdrifts, - the prefect. Rays of dying light wrap around their figure perfectly. They come here every day, doing small chores for professors with the company of the infamous duo of freshmen-troublemakers. Still, even the boys' robust nature and somewhat graceless behavior cannot spoil the picturesque scene.

He lays his books out on a table closest to windows, having already claimed the space for himself ever since he joined the Science club. At first it was all about convenience: pretty views on the school gardens give him inspiration for new recipes, wide tables allow to keep his space as neat as possible and prevent any hazards (no more spilled flasks or lost papers - much easier to work now), fresh air when the room gets suffocating or his cooking experiments go wrong.

Now it opens another, a little less innocent in nature, opportunity for the young man - to keep a close eye on the cute magicless student. Actually, when you think about it, the fact is not perverse. Is it really wrong of him, a true older brother at heart, to protect those who are weaker than him in many senses of the word? If anything, he's only doing them a favor - prefect always expressed their appreciation of his help whenever they had gotten in a difficult situation with teachers or delinquents, so surely they would've found the notion to be sweet.

Sweet is the first word that comes to mind when you talk to Trey. It's not even only about his personality (the way the man treats his dormmates alone is enough of a proof; putting others' health and wants before his own, prioritizing their happiness, going out of his way to keep things peaceful). Smell of sugar and vanilla follows him everywhere: in classes, in hallways, in his room. You can smell sugar and caramel on his uniform every time Trey comes up to you for a 'good morning' hug. It's hard to resist the temptation to press closer, if only to have more - to get drunk on the overwhelming aroma and warmth.

He'd be lying if he said the prefect's preference for good perfume went over his head. Trey heard them compliment Schoenheit and Hunt for their cologne and seen how they pull away in mock disgust when Ace gets touchy after a particularly long basketball practice. Perceptive to smell. That's where his main hobby comes in handy: when one spends a great part of their day in the kitchen, they're bound to carry out some of its homey atmosphere with hints of cinnamon.

"Good morning! Don't forget to pack your gym uniform, your class has Flying lesson today."

Isn't that nice of him to leave you little notes and reminders? His attentiveness never fails to make you swoon.

"Have you eaten yet? Remember to heat up some lunch for yourself."

"I hope you're not staying up late again? Go to bed before I come over and make sure you do personally. >:("

"Your outfit today was really cute... I mean, you sure are good at styling clothes! Just wanted to make a compliment, don't take it wrong. :)"

Though sometimes his comments sound too... personal. Have you ever actually told him of your schedule? How does he know about your preference? Even Ace and Deuce, who you spend most of your time with, don't know and don't seem to remember that much. 

Prefect favors others way more than they should. Does the spoiled lion prince deserve being pampered by them? Do the troublesome freshmen not annoy them? How can they parade around, gathering crowds around themselves, stealing hearts of each and every student they encounter, and still treat him with such disregard? "Trey's such a mom friend" this and "I wish I had an older brother like him!" that.

I don't feel the same for you.

Why wouldn't you see how I slowly burn for you?

Even now, the dessert he left at your kitchen counter in Ramshackle is lacking flaws. Even layers of frosting, small edible decorations made out of chocolate - it's an intricate work, a miniature piece of art beloved by its creator, with so much time spent over it. And all for you?

Under the plate hosting the sweet treat is a piece of paper. You carefully slip the note from under the plate and read it, eyes crinkling at the corners at the thought of somebody putting so much effort to make you happy.

"I noticed you've been gloomy all day; please, enjoy this little treat. It's a new recipe of mine, so I hope you'll enjoy this."

There was no need to sign the note - identity of the sender was as clear as day. With a fond light and eyes and a prep in step, you move to set a kettle on the stove to prepare some tea - a chamomile blend gifted to you by Jade (he did sound proud of his blends). Not able to resist temptation, you find a fork and lift a portion of the dessert to your lips, taking in its enchanting smell. Cream melts on your tongue, texture contrasting the bright filling and bringing out a new kind of flavor. Tea long abandoned, you take another bite to savor it, sighing in content.

He truly was a master of his art, especially if his work managed to bring your guard down with little to no effort. It was all too late when you noticed how the cold filling tickled your throat, or how your fingers grew colder with each second passed. Staying steady on two feet has never been so hard before, as white noise overwhelmed your senses, disorienting, separating from reality. Seconds flash by in static pictures, and by the time he approached you from behind, there was nothing to do to hold onto consciousness.

There they are now, safe in his arms, not turning or running away anymore. Cradled close to a warm chest, burning with deepest of earthy desires, full of selfish wanting and a new blossom of hope, their heart would soon answer his calling. For a magicless human is no match to the power of true love.

He will always hold you near.

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Blooming Red (Riddle x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild angst (mentions of Riddle's mom), mild hurt/comfort

You jogged down the hallway, legs worn out from all the running you’d been doing. First it was to the small store at the hotel; when they didn’t have what you were looking for, you went to find one of your professors. You finally came upon Professor Crewel, who’d just returned from a breakfast outing. Once you explained to him the situation, you both quickly headed to his hotel suite, where he handed you the extra bottle he’d brought. After a quick thank you, you hurried back up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. Now here you were, skidding to a stop before you knocked on the door at the end of the long hallway. 

Cater was the face to greet you as the door opened. “Oh good, you got it!” He stepped aside to let you in the room, then shut the door quickly before he followed after you. “Poor guy’s really pitiful right now. The ice has helped, but that aloe will do a lot better - hopefully.” 

You nodded as you two entered the bedroom of the hotel suite. The door was slightly ajar, so the first thing you saw before you entered was Trey sitting on the bed. He turned his head to look at the two of you as you came in, his smile a mix of fatigue and worry. “I’m sorry it took so long,” you said. “The shop didn’t have any aloe, and I didn’t want to go all the way down to Sam’s to get some. Thankfully I ran into Professor Crewel and he offered to give me some of his.” You held up the green bottle of aloe vera for Trey to see. 

“Thanks for getting it.” Trey glanced over at the closed bathroom door. “Riddle’s in there - I think the cold bath might be helping.” 

“How is he?” you asked, concerned for your friend. 

“As good as you can be when you’re sunburned that bad,” Trey replied with a sigh. “He’s never really been sunburned before, so it’s taking a worse toll on him than what’s normal. That, and he does have sensitive skin, so…” 

You didn’t have time to ask any questions before, since you were in such a hurry to fetch the little green bottle of salvation. You decided to get those questions out now before Riddle came back. “I thought Riddle was really adamant about reapplying sunscreen every hour or so? How could he have gotten sunburned if he’s that diligent?” 

“I’m not too sure,” Trey answered. 

“But we do have a theory,” Cater interjected. “Riddle actually forgot his sunscreen when we all went out to the pool yesterday. Deuce went back in to grab it.” 

“Did he get the wrong one?” 

“No, he got the right sunscreen,” Cater confirmed, “but he put it real close to mine. Our bottles are pretty similar looking, so Riddle might have grabbed mine by mistake when he went to reapply. We only stayed out for a few hours before it started to rain, so he would’ve only applied it twice.” 

“And he didn’t notice the difference between bottles?” To you, that sounded very unlike Riddle to not notice little details like that. 

“I mean,” Cater scratched the back of his ear as he chuckled, “he didn’t exactly have time to. Floyd was bugging him a lot.” 

“Oooh,” you uttered. That would make sense, you thought. If Riddle was trying to hurry up and apply some and then get away from Floyd, he wouldn’t have spared a glance at the bottle. Since he and Cater’s sunscreens were so similar, he could have easily mistaken one for the other.

Just then, the bathroom door opened. The pitiful sight of Riddle as he stepped through the doorway made your heart ache. His skin was beet red, a direct copy of his hair. The burn stretched over parts of his shoulders, arms, chest, and back. The back was the worst overall, with almost every inch being covered in the sunburn. Somehow, Riddle’s legs had been spared from the sun’s damaging rays. He was clothed in some simple shorts; you watched as he winced as he tried to dry his hair with the cotton bath towel in his hands. 

“Is your scalp burnt, too?” Trey asked, so gently it almost sounded like he was speaking to a child.

“Possibly,” Riddle mumbled. He was clearly embarrassed - you could tell by the pink of his cheeks, which you knew were not sunburned. Trey motioned him to come over, and Riddle did so without argument. Riddle bent his head down so Trey could see his scalp. Trey flinched as Riddle winced when he traced his fingertips over the redhead’s scalp. “Ah!” 

“Sorry!” Trey guided Riddle to sit on the bed next to him, where he continued to examine his scalp, touches featherlike and cautious. “Mmn…” Trey mumbled under his breath as he stood. “Yeah, you’re sunburnt there too.” That sad smile returned to Trey’s lips as Riddle’s head tilted downwards in shame. “But it’s not as bad as the others. It should heal a lot faster than the rest of you.” 

Riddle gave a small nod, though made no verbal reply. You wanted to comfort him, but didn’t know how. You were afraid anything you might say would only make him feel worse. As you were lost in your thoughts, Cater stepped forward and leaned on the bed. “You haven’t eaten today, have you, Riddle? Whatcha want? I’ll go get it from the lobby!”

Riddle thought it over for a moment, his tone level and almost monotone as he replied, “Two hard boiled eggs, a slice of toast with strawberry jam, and a fruit and granola yogurt bowl, if you wouldn’t mind.” 

“Aww, c’mon,” Cater cooed, “I know you want more than that. There’s no shame, y’know - you can cheat when you’re not feeling good.” 

Riddle was silent for a moment…then, his voice a bit shyer now, he mumbled, “And a few strawberry and creme crepes.” 

“Gotcha!” Cater pushed off the bed before he fixed his ponytail. “I’ll go down and get it.” He glanced over at Trey, “You coming? I know you haven’t eaten either.” 

Trey looked hesitant to follow, eyes flicking from Riddle to Cater in quick succession. Finally, you spoke up with a smile. “I’ll stay here with Riddle, you both go on. I know you must be hungry.” 

Trey hesitated for a moment longer, eyes glancing at the three of you for a few seconds. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. “Yeah, can’t take care of Riddle on an empty stomach. I’ll go with you.” 

“Kay-kay!” Cater turned and left out the bedroom door with a wave of his hand. “I’ll meet you out in the hall.” 

Trey pulled on his shoes and got up from the bed. He put a comforting hand over Riddle’s and gave him another smile as he said, “We’ll be back soon. Make sure to put that aloe on the sunburns, okay?” Riddle silently nodded - it seemed to be enough to put Trey at ease. As he passed you on his way out, he stopped to turn and ask, “You want anything? I know you likely haven’t eaten either.”

“Um…” No you hadn’t eaten. The moment you’d heard Riddle’s cries of pain, plus the commotion Cater and Trey had been in, you’d dashed in to help. All thoughts of food had been cast from your mind, along with your plans to eat with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. Oh yeah, those three…you hadn’t even messaged them. Oops… “Just a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and some fruit is fine, thank you. Would you mind grabbing me and Riddle some juice, too?” 

“Yeah, I’ll get that,” Trey said as he adjusted his glasses. He then leaned down to whisper, “Make sure he gets all those sunburns covered, okay? They’re really bad.” 

“I will,” you whispered back. 

As Trey left, you turned back to Riddle, who hadn’t moved from the position on the bed. He delicately dried his hair, wincing every time he grazed over his scalp. You frowned - you wish there was more you could do for him. You glanced down at the bottle of aloe vera still in your hand…it didn’t hurt to ask. You approached Riddle and sat beside him. Before you could utter a word, Riddle spoke in a hushed, irritated tone. 

“I’m such an idiot,” he hissed. He glared daggers at the floor, slate colored eyes as sharp as knives. This time, it was not at someone else, but himself. “I should have been more cautious, attentive…”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Riddle,” you said softly. “Besides, Floyd was distracting you, right? It wasn’t like he was going to leave you to reapply in peace; honestly, I would have been in a hurry, too.” 

Riddle gave a small nod, but his expression was still harsh. There was no telling what was going through his head. To try and distract him, you held up the bottle and shook it a little as you smiled. “Would you like me to rub this on your back? I know it can be hard to reach.” 

Those sharp eyes softened a tad as they glimpsed over at you. The redhead forced a small smile as he nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind…” 

“I don’t mind at all.” You climbed back on the bed and positioned yourself behind him on your knees. You softly brushed his red locks away from his neck, so they wouldn’t get drenched in aloe. You popped the cap of the bottle open and squeezed some of the moisture into your hand, then gently brought it to his back. 

You jumped as Riddle, too, jumped and let out a yelp. “Cold!” 

“Sorry, sorry!” You hoped he didn’t hear the laugh you stifled from his reaction. “I should have warned you.” You slowly began to rub the aloe over his red back. “Does it feel nice, though?” 

As you spread the mixture upwards to his neck, Riddle let out a sigh. “Y-Yes, thank you.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed as you continued to work. 

Just as you covered half his back in the translucent liquid, Riddle grumbled something to himself. It was obvious he hadn’t meant for you to hear, but you did anyway. “Mother would have my head for this.” His arms crossed over his stomach as he hung his head in shame. “This is why she doesn’t believe I can be independent.” 

Your mom can shove it. 

Riddle’s head reeled around to stare back at you, mouth hung agape in shock, eyes now wide open. Oh no…had you said that out loud. You supposed you had with that kind of reaction. Well, no point to hide it now. You locked eyes with him as you paused your application of the aloe. “I’m serious. If she would yell at you for such a small mistake, call you incompetent, she has a problem. No one is perfect, Riddle; there’s no telling how many mistakes she’s made in the past.” 

“I’ve never seen her make any,” Riddle muttered as he started to shrink into himself at the thought of her. “She seeks perfection in everything she, I…everyone around her does. Where would she make a mistake…?” 

“I can name one.” Riddle lifted his head to meet your eye again. You meant every word that came out of your mouth next. “She makes a mistake every day she doubts, tries to put down, the amazing person you are, Riddle.” 

Riddle simply stared at you for a few moments, expression one of shock. You could see him process your words, as though they were hard to believe. They might be to him…you felt a little pang of anger simmer inside you at the thought of all his mother had done to him, all the doubt she filled him with. Riddle was a wonderful person, despite his flaws and mistakes. Who did she think she was to-?!

“Hahahahaha!” You were startled when Riddle suddenly began to laugh. He now smiled from ear to ear, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his hand came to cover his mouth. When his eyes opened again, he noticed your puzzled expression. “I’m - I’m sorry,” he said between laughs. “I just…I’ve never heard someone speak of my mother so.” Riddle let out a deep exhale as he began to calm down from his fit. 

“I cannot imagine how mother would be if she heard you say such things.” 

“Honestly, I don’t care,” you said, no hesitation. “If she can’t take the truth, she shouldn’t be such a…” You stopped yourself for how Riddle might feel of you calling his mother a bitch. 

“I admit, I’m…conflicted by the statement.” Riddle scooted over on the bed and turned around so he could face you directly. “A part of me wants to defend her, but the other…it’s a strange feeling.” 

“It’s called rebellion.” You smiled at him as you sat the bottle of aloe on the bedside table. “Taking your life in your own hands. I know you likely hold love for your mother, but…I just want to see you happy, Riddle - free to be you.” 

In that moment, that was the softest look Riddle had ever given you. His smile, the look in those gray orbs, made your heart flutter. “Thank you…I truly mean that. I’m…” He seemed to grow shy again as his eyes flicked down to gaze at the bed. “...I’m happy you see me that way.” 

“I always will, Riddle.” You leaned a little closer to him to try and get him to look you in the eye again. “I love seeing you happy.” 

You weren’t sure why you did it, but you did: you kissed Riddle’s cheek. Riddle froze as your lips came into contact with his now reddened cheek, and you froze shortly after you realized what you’d done. You stared at each other wide eyed, as though searching for what to do, what to say. Riddle was the first to move, shifting in his spot as he straightened his posture and locked his gaze with yours again. I tension seemed to rise between you two, though it wasn’t scary at all. It was soft, warm…very inviting. Before you knew it, Riddle’s lips were inches from yours. 

As your eyelids slipped closed in anticipation, Riddle whispered under his breath. “Rosebud…”

Suddenly, a surprised, almost violent gasp rattled from his throat as he jerked. As you opened your eyes to see what was wrong, you saw Riddle’s body was now rigid, back arched as though trying to get away from something. “What is it?!” you asked, nearly in a panic. 

“S-Something touched my back!” Riddle replied as he turned his head this way and that as he tried to find what brushed him. 

Just then, a near manic giggle sounded from the edge of the bed. As your heads whipped around to look in that direction, you saw there was a new indentation in the bed - as though someone were sitting there. Slowly, a floating head faded into reality, a familiar cheshire grin upon its face. 

“I heard mew got a lil too crispy in the sun,” Che’nya mused. “I came to come cheer mew up with sweets,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “but it seems I interrupted something~” 

“N-Nothing!” Riddle quickly regained his composure after that outburst, although clumsily. “We…we were just talking, Che’nya. [Y/n] was helping me apply the aloe vera to my burns.” 

“Mhmm~” Che’nya’s smile was now a catlike smirk. “Mewr they gonna kiss them better, too?” 

“T-That’s-!” 

Before Riddle could respond fully, the bedroom door opened. “Food’s here!” Cater cheered as he stepped through the doorway, Trey right behind him. Once they beheld the sight before them, they stopped in their tracks. You could almost see question marks floating over their heads. “Uh…we interrupting something?” 

“Mmmaybe~” Che’nya nearly purred in delight at Riddle’s embarrassment. The beastman was now laid out on the bed on his stomach, hands folded under his chin as he continued to grin. He batted his eyelashes for good measure as he said, “Mew’re just in time to see the happy couple kiss~” 

“Che’nya, stop it!” Riddle demanded, face now stark red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “We were just-” 

“Dang, that fast?!” Cater laughed as he sat a plate of food on the bedside table beside Riddle. Trey, in turn, sat yours on the table beside you. “See, Riddle?” Cater winked, “I told you you could do it!~” 

“C-Cater, no!” Riddle frantically looked between the two of you as he held his hands in front of him. You saw that he had begun to sweat, too. “W-We were simply talking, that’s all!” 

“Seem pretty defensive about ‘just talking’,” Cater teased with a wiggle of his own eyebrows. You feared Riddle might explode, his face was so red, all the way to his ears. 

Before you could voice your confusion as to what Cater was talking about, Trey intervened. “Alright, guys, leave him alone.” He handed Riddle a small bottle of apple juice, with a familiar label you recognized. “Let him and [Y/n] eat.” Trey sat in a chair across from the bed, a plate of food you hadn’t seen before now in his lap. “I’m hungry, too.” Trey shot Cater look, almost like a warning, “You should eat, Cater.” 

Cater’s sighed as his fingers twist a strand of his hair. He looked defeated. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Cater stepped out of the bedroom for a few seconds, then came back with his own plate. He glanced down at Che’nya as he passed by, “Sorry, we didn’t know you were coming, Che’nya. You want anything off mine?” 

“Nah, I’m good,” the cat replied with a swish of his tail. “I ate before I snuck over.” His head turned to look in your direction, that cheshire grin back in full force. “When will mew know, I wonder?~” 

“Know what?” you asked, your own bottle of apple juice in hand. 

“Che’nya.” You almost shivered at how hard Trey’s voice cut in, like a dad scolding his child. 

Che’nya held up his hands in a mock surrender, though he kept grinning at you and Riddle. It unnerved you a little, but you continued to eat. All the while, even as the five of you began to engage in conversation, you sometimes caught Riddle staring at you - but he would turn away and pretend nothing was amiss every time. What could be wrong…then you remembered you two had almost…

Just as heat began to creep onto your cheeks, there was a loud series of knocks at the front door. “[Y/n]?” Ace yelled out. “You good? Cater told us what happened; you couldn’t have texted us instead of just ditching without a word, y’know!” 

Riddle didn’t seem too thrilled at another three joining your little breakfast party…unfortunately, you weren’t of much help. All you could think about was the way he called you ‘Rosebud.’

[shinjisdone]

When You Have An Secret Admirer - And Doubt Them

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - but you doubt it's true. Perhaps you don't believe it yourself or are trying to push the obvious infatution under the rug...whatever your reason may be, your dear classmates do not believe you.

Been feeling sick so here's a spin-off of the spin-off of your classmates replies when you say:

"I don't think anyone would like me like that..."

Raising his brow, he scoffed. "Ya don't get it. Listen, the only reason someone would go out of this daaaarn big way is either 'cuz they're a total idiot dork or have a massive big crush on you. And lucky you! For you both option are the case!" Sweat rolled down his jaw as he winked. -Ace

"Uhm," His mouth became dry and his eyes avoided yours. "I-I don't think - I mean, w-why wouldn't they? Like, the roses and chocalates...the notes and...mirror, I guess...that's all romantic. Y-You're a great person and...I'm sure that admirer thinks so, too." He wishes to say more but his tongue was tied. -Deuce

"Whuat? Of course they do! Have you seen the talks and Hearts on MagiCam? Some totally envy you!" His hand lowers to his pocket but decided against fishing out his phone. Instead, he threw his arm around your shoulder. "C'mon, juniour! Have a bit more confidence in yourself! Y'know, if it wasn't for your admirer, I would have long sent you these lovey-dovey stuff. Maybe in a different way though, haha!" -Cater

A sheepish chuckle escaped him. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. It's clear as that day that someone fancies you and there's nothing wrong with that. You get your senior's allowance to indulge in the attention!" Laughing, he hoped he could ease the tension through his lies. -Trey

He cleared his throat. Something like this wasn't his forte. "I...am not an expert in...love and courting - Well, what I mean is that anyone can see that you are very much admired by someone. You are...a very great person so of course you'd be liked. When someone goes out of their way to break several rules like that, their affection must be greater than the Queen's for her little King." -Riddle

Clicking his tongue, he rolled over to his side. "Why are you making a fuss about that? You're gonna break your little head over this, herbivore. Why don't you stop this belittling and confront that little admirer yourself and find out? If you have the guts to go into the lion's den, then you can go and ask a coward that, too." -Leona

"Huh," For a moment, he avoided your gaze and the corner of his lips twitched. "Well, I dunno. Why shouldn't anyone? If no one liked yer guts, then they would have looooong ripped you off or something - good thing I was there all the time but nothin' happened even when I wasn't there - what I mean is, no, you are likable, dummy. Shihishi..." He cackled nervously. -Ruggie

"I wouldn't know anything about that." Quickly clearing his throat, he tried to hide his flushed face, "As in...I don't know if I would agree with you. Someone wouldn't just do this for fun...I don't know anyone, in and outside of NRC, who would do this for fun, so..." He scratched his neck and hoped you'd catch his intentions. -Jack

"Wha," Sheepish laughter rang, "Oh, why...of course you'd be! Why wouldn't you be...why wouldn't they..." His hands reached for the papers on his desk as he failed to sort them, "If there are any doubts...Monstro Longue can also provide solutions for that. But only for doubts...after all, you are l-likable..." -Azul

"Nonsense. I think you are quite charming. Or, could it be that you are playing the humble one? Trying to fool the rest while you are indulging in all the love your admirer provides?" A smarmy giggle. "I jest. But even so, that would make you even cuter." -Jade

Cackling rung. "Huuuh? Actually, yeah, you're right!" He giggled and squeezed in closer into your personal space. "You are such a lost cause, Shrimpy...ya should stick with peeps like me and Jade! Rather just with me, yeah? That admirer-schmirer has been gettin' on my nerves recently and I barely got any time to squeeze you...give up on this landpeople mambo-jambo and stick with me~. -Floyd

At first he blinked in confusion yet his shining grin came a second after. "No way. You're so great! And so interesting and fun and cute!" He almost seemed like his usual self until he noticed who you two were talking about. At that, his grin vanished. "Oh...well, if I can see that, then the admirer totally too! Maybe even more than me since they shower you in so many gifts..." -Kalim

"Well, obviously not since you got a good old secret admirer like from a rom-com." His smile crooked, he hoped you'd at least chuckle but he quickly corrected himself. Best if he doesn't continue to be this nonchalant. "I'm just kidding...though not about you likable. Give yourself more credit...you deserve it." -Jamil

"Huh? What's with that...self-pityin' party - I mean, as in, that ain't true. Yer a...fine and dandy person, I mean - why wouldn'tcha be??? That kinda talk is only gonna bring you down and yer better than that. Far, far, better. Hell, you got a flyin' mirror-" -Epel

Laughter echoed and you weren't sure if it was mocking at first. "Cher Trickster, could it be that these grande professions of love are not enough?! How can you still not see that you are the apple of someone's eye? Not even I could top that! Tell me, my dear, shall I be your second admirer to prove to you how lovely you are?" -Rook

He raised a brow. "Bring me my phone for a second. Should we go over the amount of attention I get from millions of people and compare them to the over-the-top admiration of your one and only admirer? They went out of the way to insult me to compliment you. You are someone's diamond, potato." -Vil

For a moment you wondered if he even heard you. Staying still as a candle, he tried his best to avoid your gaze while his face was flushed red. "...W-W-W-W-Wha-What do you ask m-me that...??? I-I mean, if there is someone unlikable here it would be m-me...y-y'know...?" He hoped you get what he means. -Idia

"According to data I collected requested by big bro - I mean, happened to collect, there is a 0000000.01% chance that you are unbelievable, unequally unlikable." -Ortho

"You think so?" He scratched his chin, "That kind of mindset is not going to get you far. In fact, I believe you do not understand how much comfort you bring by your mere presence. If you doubt it, I can always remind you of it." -Malleus

Laughing, he slapped his knee. "Seriously? You get the exact cookie-cutter version of a highschool secret admirer sweetheart! I read those in old-school manga! And you still doubt that?" He sighs, "Trust me, be a bit more confident. Amazing things can happen if you let them." -Lilia

"Hm? But...you are being admired. By afar, by someone who truly seems to treasure you. You are like a treasure if you see it that way...ah, nevermind me. Please, believe in yourself more. I do." -Silver

"Ugh, really now?! IF I can see it, then you should see it too! It's like you are covering your own eyes! You! Are! An! Object! Of! Affectioooooonnnn!!!" -Sebek

holy shit im never doing something like this in one post again hhuuuuuaaaaaaahh

[rainbowsillz]

Mysterious disappearance 🦢✨

Characters: —Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook and Lilia.

Genre: — It can be platonic or romantic. . !!

Note: Vice heads' time to shine I guess huehue (^^)／~~~ In summary, you have been 'toying' with them with their things.

A/N: I was inspired by Salmon in L'amour est un oiseau rebelle.

TREY rubbed his head when he was confused to where his outfit went to, he was around 99% confident it was on his table, dispersing his thoughts, he asked Cater and his buddy said he should check in somewhere else because why would it be missing if not because of a sneaky little thief-? The green head merely groaned as he continues on with his journey with looking out to it.

RUGGIE was chewing on a sandwich on his vacant hand, he started counting the things that he (may have gotten from uh Leona) stored in his room. So one necktie, two small necklaces, three bracelets... wait a minute, he seemed taken aback at the oddity, the beastman stared owlishly, partly due to puzzlement. It's not his underclassman doing is it?? Gee, what a mess. Guess he'll have to find out about who has been loitering in his place..

JADE was genuinely surprised to realize his hat was there on the counter and the next, it was gone in a span of thirty minutes he was making foods and drinks for Mostro Lounge's new menu so he can turn it in and have his break after a hectic week of his. His lab-wear also out of sight, much to his bewilderment. My, my, how curious, would you like him to come up to you himself? Well..?

JAMIL was apathetic. As if Kalim wasn't enough of a migraine, his belt was nowhere within his reach. How tedious. The vice leader figured eventually that it has to be you, again with this. While it was meddlesome, pointless, anything is preferable than hearing Azul talking about how wondrous it would be if he were to join hands with the said housewarden... That's literally would not be what he decides on, it's 'annoying' to think about possibilities.

ROOK can trace your footsteps, honey. Why did you think it's a good idea to 'wear' his boots when he's out there? Mon Trickster, if you'd like him to follow you through the forest, you could have just say so, no need to prolong it! He likes, likes a thrilling pursuit, adrenaline in his veins as he called you and if he met with you, he won't be leaving you anytime soon, he'll hold you so close to him.

LILIA was wondering how did his coat vanish~? A treasure hunt venture? He certainly doesn't mind games, so it doesn't seem like it's a member in Diasomnia, who could be 'bold' as to snoop with his belongings? Aw, it takes one to know one, isn't that true? He can piece it together, as long as he can catch the mischievous you of course. He recalls how you would clung on him, a bit intensely. Had you told him directly— he wouldn't have to run in circles.

[kyupidos]

03/06/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

sevens, babyfied?!ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘a bit of an accident during potionology..now they’re babies, it seems.’

characters. third years : trey clover , cater diamond , leona kingscholar , vil schoenheit , rook hunt , idia shroud , malleus draconia , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), some lighthearted character slander, several instances of mentions of starting a family, reference to them being in an ( unspecified ) dorm, making out ( cater LMAO ), romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. no the sevens themselves aren’t babyfied. the third years are EL EM EF AYE OH!! ( that was obvious ) also while i say baby, they’re in toddler form..like two to three mayhaps?

t. clover

— i’m sure it’s a well known agreed upon fact that trey’s a very good baby..long since been an older brother, so while he may be quite clumsier compared to his eighteen year old self, rest be assured he’s not that difficult to deal with. what a good kid he is, eh? just be sure to keep an eye on him, because he’s a bit of a trouble-maker every now and then, for as much as it’s possible to praise him for being a good kid like i said a sentence ago.

— well, hey—at least you’ve a good idea of what it’d be like to start a family with him if you ever want to, am i right? wink wonk..trey’s always been a family man, after all. but nonetheless, be sure to be well informed about baby caretaking because with good enough incentive, there’s a chance for him to start becoming a handful; but i’m going to take my chances with math and say that’s only a fifteen percent chance of happening. good kid trey in the house.

c. diamond

— cater, my schnookums. he’s part of the energetic lot and can be a bit reckless, but he’s not delinquent levels of bad kid so no need to worry about that. don’t let him become an ipad kid. that’s my only warning. he’s quite expressive, so it’s easy to tell what he wants. trouble’s actually GIVING him what he wants because the moment you do he pushes it away..cater you contradictive baby, you.

— and to think just before this you were discussing date plans..what a chore, hmm?.. just kidding, baby cater’s just fine. if anything, all you have to worry about is keeping him away from dangerous objects. it’s like he’s a magnet to all sorts of things, make sure he’s not holding a fork within the vicinity of a power outlet!! it’s like a game of ‘who’s your daddy’ with him. and then when he’s finally unbabyfied you can go on that date and make out with him. idk.

l. kingscholar

— damn baby leona i didn’t know you were chill like that?? actually, he’s relatively well behaved, if not tends to be very needy. as expected, very much expects to be treated like a king. but honestly, give him a comfortable blanket and pillow ( or maybe let him use your lap ), and he’s good to go. don’t go ignoring him, hey now. he likes spending time with you, and lo and behold mostly shows that by grabbing onto you whenever you try to leave. you’re going to have to carry him everywhere, but don’t go complaining because he’ll grab at you.

— but honestly, his twenty year old self and his baby self aren’t all too different, although his young three year old self is far far more obviously clingier. once all is said and done and he’s finally unbabyfied, you can tease him if you want—no stopping you there. as for whether or not he’ll start being more open in his teasing towards you, i couldn’t tell you much about that either.

v. schoenheit

— yes, you have reached heaven..one of the few good kids who stays a good kid, sevens bless. baby vil, very proper and polite too, a smart kid he is surely. well, he’s not reciting the oxford dictionary obviously ( that’s riddle cough ), but he’s well enough. although he’s likely the type of kiddo to have a little ‘schedule’ to himself, yaknow? every few hours he’ll give himself a little fifteen minute nap time, and just before maybe a little light snack consisting of oatmeal, so you may want to watch out for that.

— though, you can leave him with some good ol’ art supplies; little him’s fond of those, as well as his usual self, with the way he mentioned the idea of you wearing matching outfits out to a little outing he was planning for the both of you. unfortunately that will have to wait of course, but for now just keep tiny vil company as he draws out a castle where the two of you live together, and the trademark sun in the corner to finish it off.

r. hunt

— be sure to keep an eye on little rook at all times, because he sure is an adventurer. picking himself up to try and look around the dorm and explore every single area, you’re likely going to have to keep an eye on him at all times. unless, you manage to keep him distracted by giving him building blocks for him to play around with as he so pleases. he tends to babble on, as if he’s trying to start a full length conversation, so try to entertain him on that end.

— good sevens three year old rook is such a little delinquent. consistently thoughtless and wild, although he’s certainly very attuned to emotion so he knows full well when you’re had enough and calms himself down to sit next to you. i personally advise, maybe, take the places that rook adventures to and finds nice the most, and use those as dating ideas—of course not the dorm, but say if he centers around the kitchen..take him on a picnic date! i’m sure he’ll appreciate it, since it’s from you after all.

i. shroud

— tiny baby idia actually has good enough baby articulation, and he’ll give you a wee little peace sign when he’s happy, very cute of him. i mean, he’d probably try to do a little spin too, but that’s beyond him if it’s without tripping. he’s a naturally smart baby i’ll say, but he tends to stick by you because he doesn’t like being out in the open for too long, even if he deems it safe—he prefers being beside you. yet at the same time, he’s also more confident, so he may give you a cheek kiss or two while he’s at it.

— while he may have unnecessarily good baby articulation though, he’s sure got slower reaction times than you’d expect, so you ought to treat him well with care. you wouldn’t want him accidentally bumping into a cabinet after all, because then you’d have to deal with not just a little idia, but a little idia who’s tearing up. but it is nice when all is through though, because then you can tease that you’ve got a show of what it’s be like to start a family with him—and while he wouldn’t be tearing up like his little self, his hair sure will be fired up pink.

m. draconia

— aah, wee tiny malleus. would be cute if he wasn’t so troubling..not to say he’s in any wrong though, but surely there’s no need for him to go throwing a gasket whenever you’re not in his vicinity, and you can recall with some giggles how he blew some fire at lilia. safe to say there’s a reason you’re the one caring for him. “hey now, little malleus. please don’t go turning the dorm into an ice block..c’mon little malleus please, c’mon now..” — you every time a little hiccup ends up occurring.

— his emotional tendencies is likely 95% of the reason he’s a trouble to care for, but during the, uh, 5% of the time he’s calm, he’s either snoozing away or finding comfort in his time with you. once you tell him of these occurrences he can’t help but feel amused, and ends up asking if you’d be more up to the task if he were to join you in caring for a little him if you were to ever care to start a family together.

l. vanrouge

— yes, little lilia..equally a handful. he ventures around a lot—no, no baby lilia, don’t go trying to hang upside down without a couch underneath you, no. he tries to scare you a bit too, but with him in baby form it’s far more obvious so you should be safe. he may manage to catch you by genuine surprise once or twice, though. he sure is a curious small soul; you’re going to have to take him around the dorm every now and then to keep him entertained. and i’ll tell you that much, it can be a wee difficult.

— seems no matter the age, he’s just naturally a playful sort of fae. you’ll have to entertain him with games, or he may scurry off to find something else to interest him—albeit nothing will do the just quite like you and your mere presence. at some point you can’t help but feel lilia let himself get babyfied on purpose so you could feel how it would be to raise a fae such as himself..but despite his entertaining of the idea once he’s back to his usual, you know full well once the effect wears off he’s unable to remember even a pinch of what happened..you’ll stick to your theory, though.