its been a long time since Ive last written for twst..lets hope I start to get my groove back soon
heh..back to my wild crossovers era! Didnt think the day would come but here we are. BACK ON SCHEDULE BABY LETS GOOO
RIDDLE
when you first were assigned to his dorm, he couldnt help but notice you were the most rather..reserved, amongst all the first years. Not much to say, and not much to add when spoken to. You were curt, and straight to the point. Which made it a little hard to understand your character.
It had gotten to the point that prior overblot, he just assumed you were way too dismissive. You followed the rules, but at the same time it almost seemed like you never gave a rats ass.
He did however, notice a shift after his overblot. You became closer, often offering your companionship and such to help him get things done. Using your anemo vision which he won't comment on (he realized he wont get responses about it whenever he asks) to help him out every once in a while.
He has come to realize over time that you are quite the caring individual, especially when the two of you had to speed down the hallway just to barely avoid him. (you took the fall for riddle and ended up getting squeezed, he will remember your sacrifice)
Despite your cool persona, he can see in the little gestures is where you show vulnerability and care. Grounding him with subtle movements, or even his name when he loses his peace.
Riddle really appreciates you, even during his darkest hours
TREY
Trey was able to pick up on your true nature almost immediately after watching you for a while (not in the creepy way, the glances and small interactions are what count)
It may seem hard for others considering you dont show many other expressions other than curiosity openly, but Trey watches the way your ears twitch here and there at a certain remark, or even the way your fur stands on edge too. He finds it endearing to say the least. Of course he wouldnt say that out loud unless he wants to be minced meat.
Your glares are serious, he realizes
You often act as his little helper, similar to Riddle but a little more open with him. You have so much on your mind, yet so little to say, he also realizes. He really likes your sarcastic tone too. It could be a life or death situation and you would say the most craziest thing with the most deadpan face he cant help but sweatdrop and hide the smile fighting to take over his face.
Sometimes you help with baking, and your special dish? He really likes having you as his test taster. He remembers the oyster sauce prank he pulled on you. To say he hasnt seen your face twist like that in a long while is an understatement.
He realizes that you are often withdrawn from most conversations and kept to yourself at events. Trey liked to make sure everyone has fun and isnt even overlooked, so dont be surprised when he finds himself at your side with a teasing smile and slight encouragement to interact with your peers.
CATER
Cater is in some way, similar to you. With the reserved side of his personality and secrets that he carries, not many people would pick up on it. Outside of that, hes the flashy magicam guy that has "social butterfly" as his middle name. Compared to him, your just a quiet, cool and a cucumber type of person who would much rather keep to yourself.
When he finds himself overwhelmed, he finds himself in your dorm room and lays on your couch like a victorian woman who just found out the duke she was supposed to marry indeed, has a mistress like the rumors stated. Hand covering his forehead and a distraught expression as you sit across from his with a clipboard and pen in hand.
"[name]! its too hard being famous sometimes yknow..?!"
"Your alter ego, please"
"..You hate me" he sighs "but anyways, you know what the dorm head asked me to do earlier? Sevens, as much as I hate to admit it, that was so annoying-"
He respects the fact that you dont overexaggerate the tiny details and get straight to the point. No theatrics to make yourself seem interesting, just honest truth.
You guys have the type of dynamic where you somehow end up rubbing his shoulders while he vents all his troubles to you. You'd be lucky enough if Riddle doesnt catch you both
ACE
Loser #1
Lets be real, ace is a real jackass. At first? he thought you were just some boring stuck up for Riddle because you didnt want to get collared like the rest of them, and if theres anything that he hates? Its stuck ups.
Due to his natural little shit act that he has tatted on his soul since birth, he's going to try his best to rile you up any second. He won't lie, he likes the sass thing you have going on. Sometimes the banter gets to petty to the point you start tripping him over your tail, and he sneaks up on you while you're doing something important.
Ace started to really warm up to you when Riddle collared him and you spoke up for him, trying your best to convince Riddle that it wasnt necessary to keep him collared for this long.
He still messes with you though. So don't think for a second because hes gone a little less hard on you that your scot-free. He feeds off the fact that you don't entertain his foolishness and thrives
It literally fuels him like his next high, and you cannot be stressed enough.
He doesn't mind you being standoff in a way however, its the fact that he knows you care in your own little ways, thats what really matters to Ace.
He's a softie, and always has your back. Just refuses to acknowledge it, especially when you point it out? Its like an outrage and he just bursts into red.
DEUCE
Dork #2
At first, no lie, Deuce was scared of you. Not in he sense that he was scared of what you were capable of, but in the sense that he was scared of your silence.
It was like it had its own presence, a calm before the storm type of thing but you woulds never know when the storm was coming. He's like "[name] are you..okay?" and then you would just blink at him and he would start sweating and becoming even more nervous by the second.
There will be moments when he gets hot-headed and allows his delinquent nature to take over, so hes grateful when your there to ground him. Your like a parental figure to him, so color him surprised when he found out you were a first year just like him.
He gets really happy whenever you praise him too, which is rare, but you've come to realize that deuce is too much of a sweetheart and you give credit when its due anyways. No harm done
Sometimes he tries to be as level headed as you and ends up fumbling over his words, you cover for him when that happens and he couldnt be more grateful.
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"Hurry up. We'll lose our heads if we're late for the tea party."
An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage. He tries as hard as he can in his schoolwork, but he can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result.
Synopsis: they ask what your life was like in your own world
Warnings: ehhh semi angst? Semi fluff? Crying, and Idk if I should put a warning for this- but a single mention of death in sebekβs Part, But, as always not proofread :p
Characters: deuce, idia, Sebek, And malleus
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: hello hello!! Iβve been on big idia and Sebek brain rot recently, I may honestly weite another thing for them later too HEVJEEG. Theyre both one my favorites what can I say. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Have a great rest of your day <3
β Deuce β
βWhat was your life backβ¦ you knowβ¦ back home?β Deuce asks. Youβre supposed to be fetching ingredients for a potion you need to make in class, but deuce has seemedβ¦ distant, or maybe distracted, this entire time. Now you know why, of course. βWhy do you ask that.β You dont look at him, reaching for a jar full of specific bird feathers, which are very important for this potion. The rows and rows of bookshelves full of jars, full of ingredients, were the only audience to hear your conversation, so you didnβt mind telling him what your life was like, however, you wondered why he would ask such a thing.
He thought for a moment, as you climbed down the ladder you were on, and handed him the jar of feathers. βWell I was just thinking. Cause youβve been here for almost a whole year, Crowley must be close to finding a way for you to go back home.β Deuce walked down the row of shelves to the next ingredient you needed as he spoke. Heβs right, youβve been here a long while, and Crowley must be close to getting you home by nowβ¦ (but youβre not tooβ¦ trusting of that. Despite what Crowley may say.) was deuce worried about you going home?
βWell, even if he does find a way for me to head back home, Iβm not so sure Iβd take that opportunity.β Deuce whips his head around, almost dropping all the jars He was holding. You quickly put you arms around his own, to secure the jars, giving him a look that screams βoh my god- please be more carefulβ. He looked away embarrassed, βwhy not?β Referring to what you said before. βHmm, well, I like my life here. And back home wasnβt all that great so. If I could pursue something here, be happyβ¦ keep all my friends, stay with you, then Iβd rather do that than be somewhere where I wasnβtβ¦ enjoying myself I suppose.β Deuce teared up at that, he can be very dramatic at timesβ¦ βare you crying?β He quickly turned around hiding his tears as he kept walking βno! Just allergic to whatever is in these jars.β He said in between sniffles. You sighed trailing behind him. If you had any doubts before you certainly donβt now, as itβs clear you canβt leave deuce alone.
β Idia β
Idia is insecure with yourβ¦ relationship. God he can barely even call it that. He feels like he barely even does anythingβ¦ why would you put up with him? Heβs sure that the moment Crowley found a way for you to go home, that youβd be jumping at the opportunity. He holed himself in his room even more than usual, and you, as his partner, of course noticed. A few days into his depression spiral, Idia heard a familiar knock on his door, followed by a voice, βidia? Can I come in.β It was you, of course. The only people allowed in his room are you and ortho, and ortho doesnβt really knock. βYeahβ¦β He Said Just loud enough for you to hear.
Upon entering, you could see idia wasnβt even gaming at his desk like usual, instead sitting in his bed, curled up in blankets upon blankets, scrolling on his phone. His room was dark without the light of his computer, you could barely see him, as his hair was mostly hidden in the blanket, and his phone was the only thing illuminating his face. βIdia? Whatβs wrong.β You said walking over to sit on the edge of his bed. You moved the blanket off from over his head, revealing some of his fiery blue hair, and running your fingers through it. βWhat was your life like back in your own world.β His cold tone made you widen your eyes. He doesnβt ever take that tone with you, only before your relationship started, and that was mostly because he was so anxious around you, being cold was kinda his default.
βWhat do you mean?β You tilted your head, And He quickly sat up his blue hair turning bright orange and red, as he screamed βyour own world! Your home! When Crowley finds out how to get you back youβll leave me, because that is your home. That is where you belong!β His words sounded harsh to anyone else, they sounded like he wanted you gone, like he wanted you to leave because you didnβt belong. But that wasnβt the case and you knew it. You could see how small he looked, his blankets open, revealing his shaky hands. Looking up at his face, surrounded by flame, you could see the tears welling in his eyes, his dark circles deeper than usual. Has this been bothering him for the past few days?
βCan I hug you?β You ask, as to not overwhelm him in a very intense moment for him. He nodded, and you slowly wrap your arms around him, he grips onto your jacket, and resting his head on your shoulder, wetting your uniform as tears start flowing. You donβt care about that though. βMy life, in my world had Itβs ups and downs. I have people there that I miss.β You started and he sobbed, and screamed harder, his mind spiraling, thinking your words confirm all that heβs been feeling, and thinking, the past few days. His hair reflecting his thoughts, as it started burning brighter, wrapping itself around you, but it never hurt, or burned you. βBut. I love you more.β You start again, and idia grabs onto your jacket with both hands, one clawing at you back, while the other holds onto your front. He doesnβt want to let you go. βI know that no matter what Crowley finds, if I canβt return to you, then I wonβt ever go back to my word.β Your arms wrap around him almost protectively, as he sobs out his feelings that heβs been keeping to himself for the past few days. Except, he knows you wonβt leave him.
β Sebek β
Sebek loathes humans, he believes they are weak, and would pity them if he had the time to. But after meeting you, heβs found that humans arenβt weak, magicless or not, you have stopped 6 (almost 7 heh) overblotted students. That is quite a feat that even must admire. βYou know [name] may return to their own world eventually right?β Lilia said, snapping Sebek from his thoughts of you. βWhat?β He furrowed his brows, Lilia cant believe that right? I meanβ¦ with the life youβve built here and allβ¦ and with how close you two had become you wonβt leave him right? βIβm sure [name] misses their family, friends, you know.β Lilia truthfully brought up this conversation because he wanted to see how Sebek would react.
Lilia knows that Sebek harbors feelings for you, whether sebek wants to admit it to himself or not. Lilia knows he is deep in denial. Sebek Looks down at the lunch table heβs sitting at, pondering. βI must go speak with them.β He suddenly Said, grabbing his bag, and lunch tray, to go search for you. He found you in the courtyard, you usually eat lunch there with grim, deuce, and ace. βHuman!β Sebek shouted as he approached your Little group. Ace almost dropped his lunch at Sebek s booming voice, while deuce instantly looked ready to fight if Sebek made a single wrong move. βI need to speak to you. Alone.β He Said staring down at you, a very apparent scowl on his face. You looked at him like how he imagines a small animal looks seconds before death. βUhh yeah for sure.β You respond, as you grab your bag, and put your lunch away. Leading inside, to a quiet hallway is when he starts asking questions, βare you planning on going back to your own world when Crowleyβ¦ finds a way back for youβ¦β straight to the Point as always, but you donβt miss the meek tone in his voice. A very sharp contrast from what he was portraying mere seconds ago.
βUhhh Iβm not sure yet, why?β You question, very very confused. Sebek puffs his chest out, almost smug, as he says βno reason. Goodbye now.β And walks away. You stand there absolutely confused out of your mind, and when you return to your friends, you justβ¦ sit thereβ¦ for a moment. Later in the day however you overhear a specific someone talking to another specific someone βI told you [name] wouldnβt be leaving.β Sebekβs booming and prideful voice could be heard even though you were outside the classroom, βwell you never specifically said that, but a win is a win I suppose.β Lilia said with a sigh, faking defeat, βbut does them considering staying mean that youβll be asking them out? May solidify their decision to stay here.β Sebek is frozen at Liliaβs words, to which Lilia only laughs. And when you walk into the classroom sebekβs face turns into a deep frown of shame, surprise, and absolute despair, to which you and Lilia absolutely lose it over.
β Malleus β
You cant leave him. You shouldnβt leave him. Malleus wants the one person who he has ever loved this way, to stay by his side, to rule with him, to love him as he loves you. Of course you arenβtβ¦ datingβ¦ yet, so he doesnβt have any way of telling you these feelings without sounding scary as hell, and Even he knows that. So he expresses it in aβ¦ lessβ¦ obvious way I suppose. β[name]?β He asks, while youβre on one of your late night walks together. Usually heβs rambling on about the gothic architecture of the school, but Today heβs been unusually quiet. Until now of course. βYes?β You ask, looking over at him where he was already looking right at you.
βWhat was your life like? Back in your realm, I mean.β He simply asks. You have to think on that for a minute actually, Itβs such a strange question that you truthfully didnβt expect from malleus. Itβs to the point where you wonder if thereβs hidden meaning behind it. βWell, it was good for the most part. I meanβ¦ I miss my family, and friends, so that must show how good it was Hahaβ you say with a sad smile. You really have been feeling homesick these past few days, and malleusβs question kinda sent you over the edge. Before long, tears start falling from your face, malleus stops dead in his tracks to embrace you as soon as he realizes your crying.
He realizes you miss your own life, in your own realm, but He cant help but feel upset, and possessive. He wants you to stay with him, he wants you to love him the way he loves you, he wants to hold you like this forever if thatβs what it took to keep you by him. βItβs alright, child of man.β Is the only thing that slips past his lips. He bites his tongue as to hold back all the words he wants to spew, about how he loves you, how you can stay here with him! And how he would miss you ever so dearly if you leftβ¦ βIβm sure Crowley will find a way back for you.β His mouth grows dry at his own words, and his voice shakes. You look up at him, to see him not looking at you, but straight ahead, tears falling down his face. He wants to scream how much he loves you, how much he wants to protect you, but he canβt. He knew that would break your heart, and his own if he did.
Hello!! Im not sure if requests are open but if they are here is my request :
Can you please make headcannons for an AU where cracking your bones in twisted wonderland is basically breaking them? And in our world it's completely normal, also this isn't supposed to be an x reader, just headcannons for heartslaybul
Fright
Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry
The two of them were busy with each other, joking like any other day. It's rare for Y/n to be able to enjoy the freedom of a full day like this, without them realizing it, they already feel a bit of stiffness and aches in their necks.
Following Ace closely from behind, Y/n reached out to the back of their neck. Massaging the nape, trying their best to reduce the ridiculous amount of ache. If only school hours were over, they would've gone back to the dorm, laying down on the bed and enjoying resting their entire body from the fatigue. It would've seemed all of those long β forgotten troubles had finally caught on physically, tiring them out.Β
"Oh, that's right! N/n~ Don't be lazy, okay? After all, you should really keep an eye on Grimβ"
CRACKβ
Y/n felt their joints shift slightly back in the right direction. Hearing such a beautiful voice in their ears, they felt a relief that cannot be expressed in separate words. They smiled slightly, shook their heads left and right, feeling the joints return to the right direction completely.
They raised their heads to face Ace once more, but what they found was a pair of hands holding their cheeks roughly, their interlocutor's eyes filled with concern. The warmth of his gloved palm radiating out of the black leather glove. For once, Ace was far more easy to read. And to decipher what he's currently feeling. What they cannot tell; is the exact reason for this sudden switch of a personality.Β
The type to show his worry but in another kind of way. Trying to remain cool and compose, cracking up another story of an excuse. Ace wonβt fully admit it whenever he feels worried per se, even if he did, he still tries to cover up with different excuses.
"I'm joking~! Come on, don't take my words seriously! You can be lazy but don't do it again!!" Y/n blinked incessantly, questioning her friend's sudden 360 degree behavior.
"What do you mean...?"
"Ehhhh...? What do you mean, what do I mean?"
Ace wonβt fully admit it, however, he himself has a certain soft spot to his first friend by this school. Despite the roller-coaster disaster they must overcome, he keeps an eye out for Y/n more specifically. He is indeed a jerk and a tease, but behind that facade, lies a figure that would keep an eye out for his friend's well-being.
"Listen..." He started talking once more, so Y/n had no choice but to hear what he had to say. "I totally understand. Like really!"
"There are times when you want to just give up, but as far as I know that's simply not your style!!" Y/n who listened to Ace felt dizzy for a moment, knowing that there was a misunderstanding that occurred in such a short time.
βAnd what you just did was completely lame!! Can't you tell I'm joking?? Or Prefect, are you really sensitive?? Where is the lost and presumptuous magicless student who fought such a terrifying student?! β
βNo, waitββ
"Just because you can't handle one harmless joke doesn't mean you can break your bones like that."
"Aceβ"
"Fortunately, you didn't completely break your bonesβ"
"Because I didn't break it, you idiot. I crack βem. To be specific, I'm aiming for the joints rather than bones." Ace for once looked taken aback, he looked at the flat Prefect of Ramshackle House, confirming the truth of where they had spilled. He casually put his hands behind his head, turned and walked ahead in front of them.Β
βOh, of course I know that! I was just trying to see the stupid look on your face.β
At the end of the day, Ace is quick to dismiss that embarrassing misunderstanding, but bringing it up would certainly make the tip of his ear brightened up.
It was a normal evening, the warm light that seeped through the window, falling down onto their figure. Two students are currently reviewing their notes, until one of them finds it tiring to keep on taking pre-notes.Β
Deuce mutters under his breath, reading the same words over and over again. Test will soon come and he cannot slack off during that time. He need to get a high score, he need to maintain a well-built report, he need toβ
CRACKβ
The end of his writing turned into a messy scribble. He bopped his head up, pupils shrinking by the sound. Deuce heard something, something that resembled the sound of a breaking bone. And who would've thought, it is precisely coming from the person on the other side of his table. His mouth was agape, taken aback by what they've done to themselves, carefully watching their next movement.Β
Apparently, while he isn't looking at all, Y/n managed to crack the bone around the wrist area, popping through those bubbles that become the reason for their stiffness. However, showing displeasure, it seems like it wasn't enough to get rid of it entirely. They violently shake their hand around, trying to ease it down. Planning to do a round 2 of cracking down until the negative pressure disappears.Β
But alas, a hand prevented them from doing so as they were seen to do it again. A gloved hand that held her other wrist, gently, carefully, as if it was afraid to harm it any further. Raising their heads up, Y/n lifted one of their eyebrows, taking notes of the worry by Deuce expression.Β
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
First of all, youβre, I mean theyβre cruel if they did it out of purpose. If not, congratulations, they have made the baby of the group worry over their action. The type to worry and show it evidently, even frowning while looking at their direction.
Overwhelmed by his concern, Y/n cannot prevent the cold sweat that dribbles down their forehead. What is his problem? He suddenly holds their wrist, preventing them from moving any further. At times like this, they wouldβve come up with a snarky comment. But, they cannot bring themselves to do that when he stares at them intently.
βYouβre going to break your bones.β
βIβ Pardon me, whatβ?β
Unlike Ace, who takes an entire detour around Twisted Wonderland to get to the point. Deuce immediately says the reason behind it all. In his mind, he assumed that Y/n was aware of the consequences behind their action. Thus, he didnβt appreciate the way they made him worry.
βYouβre trying to break your bones.β
β...Pftββ
They snorted, finding it adorable how his worry switched to a confused expression. How can they hold back a laughter when Deuce takes the wrong kind of deduction. Y/n lower their head, trying their very best to refrain from laughing. Itβs too much for them, too funny in their opinion. Especially when he thought they were trying to break their bones. What kind of fool would willingly break bones like that? Not them.
βPftβ Deuce, I'm sorry.β
βHuh?β
After a moment of explanation, Deuce cannot help himself but feel embarrassed. Face overheating from the small mistake. The entire study session, he cannot bring himself to look at them, knowing the smug expression that awaits him.
It was probably enough for their normal activities, talking rumors, taking quick photos and even walking peacefully down the halls of the NRC. Cater and Y/n chatted cheerfully, exchanging information about how the day had passed and whatnot. Unfortunately for them, their last subject is PE class.
βNe, ne~ Have you heard? The Adeuce duo is at it again!β
βWhat did they do this timeβ¦ Hmβ?β Y/n reached out to massage their shoulders, frowning slightly. They could swear it was painful to move it. Meanwhile, they tried to listen carefully to what he was talking about. However, one thing that caught their attention overall was the stiffness in their shoulders. It must be because of Vargas's completely relentless workout.
"Which also reminds me, we haven't taken a picture together yet! So, how about weβ¦"
CRACKβ
Y/n groaned in satisfaction, twisting their shoulders back a little forcefully to get that wondrous feeling. Well, that's when the light of the shutter binds right in their eyes. A swift and unstoppable light had blocked their vision. To that, they reacted by blinking rapidly, reducing the hazy light that appeared in their vision, slowly returning to their sense of sight.
Cater was looking at them. Pupils blown wide, mouth parted open and phone in hand. The reason behind that light was the camera being accidentally pressed. As a result he took pictures that could be said to be somewhat traumatic from his point of view.
He would be surprised rather than worried. It would happen after a moment of stunned silence, before expressing his concern still with a bewildered expression.
". . ."
". . ."
The two of them stood in awkward silence, trying to figure out what each other was thinking, especially Y/n who wondered what was up with that flabbergasted impression. They stared at him, brows furrowed, lips parted, until Cater smacked them on the head.
"Hey! What was that just now?!"
"What are you talking about?!"
Cater will initially think it's some kind of joke that's trending these days. Ignoring their inquiries, he immediately searches for the hashtag that is relatable to this situation. Much to his dismay, he did not find it and grew even more confused. There's no way they would've done it by accident, right? Or is it?Β
"Let's get you to the infirmary."
"Huh? Whaβ Hey! Cater-senpai!!"
Y/n felt odd, the way Cater wrapped their hand against their wrist and gently, forcing them to come along is quite uncharacteristic of him. And furthermore, the way his cheerful and bright demeanor switched to a stoic one, made them feel uneasy. They never did anything, other than fixing their one and only lament which lies by their shoulder. Why does this β or rather nothing β have anything to do with the infirmary?
βIβll make sure you get a checkup.β If possible, Y/n wished theyβre the one who smacked Cater by the head.
He practically dragged them to the infirmary, making sure nothing bad happened to them after the checkup. It's a senior's job to keep an eye on his juniors, right? And he just did what he was supposed to do. It took some time to explain it thoroughly to him. When he finally got the point, he laughed it off. Probably planning to do this kind of trick in the future.
What are other ways to bond over other than a baking class? Of course, it had become a common schedule between the two. Where Trey specifically taught them a new dessert recipe and they continued to jot it down in their notepads, ignoring how their fingers were screaming the word, tired.
"Make sure to only use a teaspoon and a half." Y/n wasted no time, they jotted them down, scribbling pen on a piece of paper, eyes trained by the notes slowly filled with the different kinds of recipes they had learned over the last few days.
Trey looked at them, smiling very sweetly. Act like any other proud chef looking to his future successor or beyond. He reached out and patted them on the head, telling them silently how they were doing pretty well in today's lesson too. He returned to his explanation, doing so through action as well. Baking something for Riddle and teaching someone while doing it? He might have killed two birds with one stone.
However, this has been going on for quite some time. Even Y/n had realized such a fact, releasing and clenching their fists countless times. Focusing on the current Baker, they contemplated what to do to release the amount of pressure with their fingers. Y/n looked back at Trey, nodding along with his explanation.
CRACKβ
Trey suddenly stopped what he was doing, facing completely at Y/n who was trying their best to write with their other hand, the hand they rarely used to write. While their dominant hand is currently being cracked one by one, with the help of the thumb pressing the area around the bottom of the finger.
Sensing the silence, Y/n looked up from their notes, noticing the worry that was showing on Trey's face. "Hmm?"
I do not understand the purpose behind this, but if they ever wished to see their disappointed mother's expression all over again, there you have it. Arm crosses, brow furrowed and the way he looked down on them, it yelled out the most unacceptable word, disappointment.Β
"Y/n, what did you just do?"
"Uhmβ¦ Iβ¦ I cracked my fingersβ¦? You knowβ¦ Likeβ¦ How some cracked their knuckles but I'm doing it one after anotherβ¦"
Y/n forced herself to be quiet. The way Trey deep creases β if possible β makes him look like an ordinary mom who disapproves of every action they take no matter what the outcome. Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter in this case. Disappointment will always be disappointment. The kind of feeling that was currently choking them alive.
He's not the type to ask why, he's the type to look at them, asking by the way his alluring gaze was present. At the same time, it shows the privilege he has been having this entire time. The same kind of instinct of an older brother, that's ready to scold his younger siblings for their wrongdoing.Β
"Don't do that. Scratch that, you cannot do that."
"Iβ"
"Do you understand?"
That one word, that one word is enough to hold authority over many people. Quickly, they nodded their heads, completely shutting their mouths, obeying his orders. It brought satisfaction to Trey, patting them on the head once more, returning to his own bakery.
"Good. I'm just keeping an eye out for you, you know? Sorry if I sound harsh."
Trey is possibly used to multitasking at once. Hence, he's finishing up the dessert he's currently making, before looking for a way to help out with their dilemma and problem. Taking care of his junior is what a dutiful senior would've done.Β
"Here, if you ever feel your fingers constrict, avoid doing so. Instead, dip your fingers in warm water."
Trey motioned for them to put their fingers in the bowl he had prepared, waiting for the cake to finish baking. Reluctantly, Y/n slowly dipped their fingers in the water, feeling the warmth coursing through their skin and bones, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving their lips, smiling contentedly.
"...This is nice."
"It is, isn't it?"
Of course, he did not forget to reward them at the same time, giving a slice of a fresh baked cake to them after their hard work in keeping up with his own personal baking session. Patting their head for the umpteenth time this day.
How fun isn't it? They are friendly, very sweet and not forced or anything, to help Heartslabyul once again. With what? Ah, it's time to paint the roses red. Offering another hand to help Heartslabyul who was short on hands, they had been doing this job for an entire hour.
Red paint drenches the pale white Rose. The smudge of the smudged color fell to the ground while the brush gently dipped into the paint can. Y/n yawned, showing signs of exhaustion as they carefully brushed the white flowers of the same color. How did they end up in this situation again? They couldn't be sure.
Finishing the top area of ββthe rose bush, they carefully descended the ladder, keeping an eye on the ladder. The least they wanted was to misstep and fall to their own deaths. Y/n dropping the brush on the inside could hurt. Felt really tired from the job. They've been painting for what seems like forever and their break is aching from all the careful positioning they've been in.
They raised their arms up, bodies arched forward, ignoring the presence of someone trying to check their condition.
"Y/n, how's your sideβ"
CRACK-
The voice was magical, dispelling all feelings of tightness behind them. They hum in satisfaction, lowering their hands. But, out of the corner of their eyes, they could see a familiar scarlet color. Which reminds them of a bright and dazzling rose. Behold, Riddle Rosehearts in all⦠Glory⦠? Or worried?
Needless to say, he was horrified. He stood there, unsure how to react. Riddle wondered how they could look at him so innocently. It was as if they had never tried anything like splitting their spines in half. In the first line, he would stutter, trying to get out of his daze and accept the answer.
βIβ¦ Youβ¦β
βYou? Me?β
Staring at each other head on, two students, one a dorm leader and one an invited prefect. Opening their lips, they tried to ask once more, however that soon turned into a dreadful expression, seeing the familiar beet red by Riddle's face.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!"
"HUH?!"
Riddle cannot express his concern, albeit the misunderstanding. He assumes it was all an intentional action, as if they would've done that to begin with. But, he's consumed by rage, in an adorable kind. Ahoge tensed up, comical white eyes, face flared up in the sea of red β due to anger, I might add β last but not least, the angry pout by his lips. He even tried to remember whether they unintentionally break the rules.
"Why did you do that?!"
"Did what??? I'm just painting the roses red!! Is it not enough for you?!" The two yelled back at each other, having their argument and objection. Apparently, their little roundup of aggressive yelling caught the group's attention. It was at first Ace and Deuce, who's seeking out for their dorm leader before Trey and Cater come along, watching the two bicker together.
The other watched in amusement, watching how Riddle did not say his famous line yet. Even with the look of anger in his face, it was obvious for the others it wasn't simply over anything unrelated to Y/n conditions.
"...Ne, senpai, are we really just going to watch them?"
"Don't worry, the two are all bark and no bite."
"This is totally them~!"
"Hold on, is it just me or did they keep on surviving dorm leader wrath?"
It took an entire argument to come into a adjournment. However, it is worth the fight. Became at the end, you'll receive a blushing mess Riddle due to embarrassment. For the entire week or more.
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Riddle couldn't help the warmth of his face as you held I'm close. Your fingers carefully running through his hair as he cuddled into your chest. Eyes closed tightly, he squeezed your waist, mumbling his words.
"I....I love you....My Heart"
He heard you hum, his fingers digging into your clothes as you mumbled back--his face burning even brighter.
"And I love you, My King"
Ace couldn't help but take in a deep breath, inhaling your scent with a smile. It was a calming one. One he couldn't help but feel comfort and warmth in. It was your scent, the person he loved.
Pulling you closer to his chest, he tightened his arms around you. "I love you so much, My Royal"
The male felt you grip the front of his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him. "I love you too, My Prince"
Deuce could feel his face heat up as you placed a kiss on his forehead. He buried his face further into your collarbone, placing a shy kiss on your skin. He couldn't help but shiver at your giggle, your breath cold on his warm skin.
"Love you, My Blueberry" You had mumbled into his hair, placing another kiss on his head.
Gulping nervously, the male let out a shaky breath and mumbled back. "Lov-Love you too, My Dear"
Trey chuckled as you whined and pulled him back. He laid on his back, running a hand down your back as you snuggled into his neck. Your breath against his skin made him shiver slightly, his cheek resting on your head.
"I love you so much, Pretty Boy/Girl"
Your arms tightened around his waist as you mumbled sleepily. "Love you so so soooo much, My Tart"
A small snort left the male's mouth at the nickname.
Cater hummed in content as he snuggled into your stomach. Your fingers messed with his hair, running through it and twisting it between them. He could feel his mind start to get foggy, sleep overtaking his senses.
He was able to slur out his love for you before drifting to sleep. "Love yous soo much Sweets"
"Love you as well, My Model" You mumbled back, closing your own eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.
TWST First Years: S/O who doesn't want to go back to their world
β Request: Hmmm. Might be an odd request to make but could I request the TWST first years with an s/o who refused to go back because her father's a jerk and her beloved mom is long gone?
β A/N: So like, I didn't mention the reader wanting to stay in Twisted Wonderland, sorry!
β Warnings:
β Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland
β Genre: Headcanons
β Pronouns: She/Her
Ace Trappola:
Emotionally distant as hell once he finds out
Not sure how to react or speak to you once he hears the news
Heβs on good terms with his family, and canβt really think of being in any other situation
If you want to complain, heβll listen to you silently, only with occasional comment
If you want to speak about your mother, heβll listen more intently and sometimes share his own story about his mom or brother
Deuce Spade:
Deuce knows what itβs like to have a jerk father, or at least what itβs like to not have one
Wonβt pressure you into speaking about your home life, but heβs always there to listen if you need it
Heβs quite close with his mother [now anyway], and heβs had thoughts about what would happen if she died. He gets really sad whenever these thoughts pop up, so heβll be more inclined to speak about his mother then
On the lighter side, really wants to introduce you to his mother because he knows youβll make her proud
Jack Howl:
Now Jack has younger siblings, heβs had them ask a few morbid question about the future before so heβs no stranger to the concept of parental death
Still, this doesnt prepare him for making you feel better
He tries his best.
And he does, he really does! But he just can never find the right words
Whenever your feeling upset [whether it be the sad upset or theΒ angry upset] he usually holds/cuddles you, heβs very physically affectionateΒ
Also really wants to introduce you to his family, but makes sure to ask you a long time in advance to make sure your comfortable with it
Epel Felmier:
Another one who hails from a large family
Whenever you talk about your family, positive or negative, heβll always chime in with an anecdote of his own
Unlike Jack, who waits a good while, Epel immediately jumps at the opportunity to introduce you to his family
Whenever he comforts you he ends up accidentally saying something profound
When he does bring you back home to meet his family, everyone does their best to make it seem like you were already part of the family
Has off-handedly mentioned wanting to meet your mother before
Tagging: None
A/N 2: Honestly I kind of want to do a 'meet the parent's scenario' now, also umm 2000 followers. Wow. I'm a bit shocked.
