▢▢ Ashengrotto / Little sister setting✩🧸

Character. Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

sukuna with marking 👇

his favourite person

Max Verstappen x older sister!reader

summary: quiet moments between max and his favourite person who makes the world feel safe.

warnings: sibling fluff

A/N: thank u anon for the request!!! i’m very happy u enjoyed the last one and i hope this one has the same effect for u :p i made this one more fluffy, sweet and domestic if u will. love u hehe ❤️❤️

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“max,” she called, peeking into his room. “i made pancakes.”

he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, deep in concentration as he built some complicated lego set. his tongue was sticking out slightly, and his hoodie sleeves were pulled over his hands like they always were when he was extra focused.

he looked up at her voice, eyes lighting up instantly.

“with chocolate chips?”

she grinned. “of course. who do you think i am?”

he scrambled to his feet and followed her to the kitchen like a little shadow, bare feet padding softly behind her. he was still quiet in that way he always was around most people, but with her, it was different. he wasn’t afraid to smile, to laugh, to let his guard down. she never made him feel like he had to be anything other than exactly who he was.

“can i sit on the counter?” he asked, already climbing up.

“you’re literally already up there, dummy,” she said, ruffling his hair as she passed him a plate.

he took it with both hands like it was something delicate. “you always make them the best,” he said, quiet but sincere.

she raised a brow, amused. “better than mom’s?”

he hesitated. “…don’t tell her, but yeah.”

that made her laugh, and he smiled too — proud of himself for getting a laugh out of her.

she poured them both juice, then leaned her elbows on the counter beside him. “so,” she said between bites, “how’s the lego spaceship coming along?”

“good,” he said around a mouthful of pancake. “it has a hidden blaster under the wings. wanna see later?”

“obviously.” she nudged his foot with hers. “what kind of sister would i be if i didn’t admire your genius?”

max blushed, ducking his head like he didn’t know what to do with the compliment.

but then he looked up and asked, in a voice a little softer than before, “you’re not gonna go back to uni yet, right?”

her chest tugged a little — not in a sad way, just in that gentle kind of ache when someone loves you out loud.

“not for a few days,” she said. “why?”

he shrugged, swinging his feet slowly. “just like when you’re home.”

she bumped her shoulder against his. “yeah? well, i like being home too. especially when you’re here.”

he looked at her, and she could see it in his eyes — how much he meant it, how much he trusted her. even when he didn’t have the words for it.

“save me one of those pancakes tomorrow,” she added. “or i’m kicking you off the counter.”

he grinned, mouth full again. “deal.”

Warning: Angst, mentions of blood

Character: Riddle Rosehearts, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (you're here)

Additional Charactera: Ace Trapolla, brief cameo with Dire Crowley, Deuce and Trey mentioned

You were just finishing your classes when Ace’s voice cut through the hallway.

“Yo! N/N!”

You turned—and the world tilted.

The sight hit you before your brain could catch up: the familiar heart-shaped collar locked cruelly around Ace’s neck, magic still faintly humming against his skin. The same magic. The same cold, absolute pressure you remembered all too well.

Your breath stuttered.

“Ace…” Your voice came out thin. “What happened?”

He scratched the back of his head, forcing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s a long story.” Then, quieter, “I’ll tell you later.” He hesitated before adding, “I was hoping you’d come to Heartslabyul with me.”

Your chest tightened.

Seeing your hesitation, Ace waved his hand quickly. “I challenged your brother. Thought you might wanna be there—since you know, you don’t exactly love Riddle’s tyranny either.”

Your hands moved on instinct.

You grabbed his cheeks and squeezed hard, panic bleeding into anger. “Have you gone mental?!” you hissed. “Challenging Riddle? Are you trying to get yourself executed? You’ll be lucky if you have a neck by the end of it!”

Ace yelped, squirming. “Ow—hey! Way to support me, N/N!”

You released him with a shaky sigh. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered. “…Fine. But only because I want to see what absurd plan convinced you you could outspell Riddle Rosehearts.”

You didn’t realize then how much that sentence would haunt you.

The next day, you stood once more beneath Heartslabyul’s crimson banners.

The uniform felt wrong on you now—too tight, too familiar, like slipping back into a life you’d barely escaped. The roses seemed sharper than you remembered, their thorns more pronounced, the air heavy with expectation.

You stood beside Deuce and the Ramshackle student, watching as Ace faced Riddle.

At first, everything unfolded exactly as you expected.

Riddle didn’t hesitate.

“Off with your head.”

Ace went down instantly.

Your heart clenched—but then—

Ace lunged forward.

His fist connected with Riddle’s face.

The sound was sickeningly solid.

“Riddle—!” You cried out before you could stop yourself, taking a step forward.

Time fractured.

Riddle froze.

His eyes widened—not in anger, but in something far worse. Something unmoored.

“Young man! You must not cast another spell!” Headmaster Crowley shouted.

But Riddle wasn’t listening.

Black sludge began to seep from him, crawling up his limbs like living tar. The air grew thick, oppressive, magic screaming against your skin.

“No!” Riddle screamed, voice cracking, unraveling. “I am right!”

Your heart slammed violently against your ribs.

“I will always be right!”

Your vision tunneled.

The world began to blur at the edges as memories overlapped—the sound of his voice then and now bleeding together. Authority turning into terror. Rules turning into punishment.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t—

The transformation was grotesque.

When Riddle looked at you again, he wasn’t your brother anymore.

His skin was pale, blot-stained, eyes too wide, pupils trembling with manic light. His voice was warped—too sharp, too pleased.

“Ah… what an incredible feeling!” he laughed. “The power welling up inside me is irresistible!”

Your stomach churned violently.

“My dears,” he crooned, lifting his scepter, “off with all your heads.”

Something in your mind snapped.

Chaos erupted.

Students screamed. Magic tore through the air. Trey shoved you behind him instinctively as attacks rained down. You pressed your hands to your ears, but Riddle’s voice still cut through everything—overlapping with another memory, another scream, another command.

Off with your head.

Your lungs burned.

You couldn’t tell if you were breathing too fast or not at all. Your chest felt crushed, as if invisible hands were tightening around your ribs. The garden twisted, colors bleeding together, roses blurring into blood-red smears.

He’s hurt. He’s hurting. He’s hurting people.

You wanted to scream his name.

You couldn’t force sound past your throat.

He may have punished you. He may have accused you. But he was still your brother—and watching him lose himself, knowing this wasn’t who he ever wanted to be, filled you with a terror so profound it hollowed you out.

Your magic trembled.

You tried to help—casting shields, healing spells—but your hands shook violently. Spells fizzled. Light warped and collapsed. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as the panic swallowed you whole.

Your vision swam.

The ground felt too far away.

You couldn’t breathe.

Then—

“Y/N!”

Pain exploded through your abdomen.

For a moment, your mind didn’t understand what had happened.

Then the world lurched.

Your legs gave out as white-hot agony bloomed through your body. You gasped sharply, bile rising in your throat as warmth spread beneath your hands. Blood. There was blood.

Your ears rang violently.

Voices blurred together—shouts, cries, your name—but none of it sounded real. Your vision spotted, black creeping in from the edges as your body sagged forward.

The last thing you registered was the taste of iron on your tongue.

And then—

Darkness.

Do I make one last part? Or is it best I end it here?🤔

So sorry for taking so long to update this, my competition is in like a week or 2 depending on the state of the whether, and Ive got exam weeks right after, plus studying for scholarship exams, im simply super swamped out 😞. Ill be honest that I prioritized updating my wattpad books, but thats cuz Ive had stuff prepared for that, so my tumblr is a little behind on sched 🫠

"I wish i had brothers growing up. Touch football on the weekends, noogie parades on the reg. Life as an only child can get pretty lonely. "