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riddle rosehearts / gn!reader

synopsis : they say the queen of hearts always had her loving husband rule alongside her. unfortunately for heartslabyul, their queen's king attends a different academy. but you know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

or ; in hearing your lover's recent overblot, you disregard the rules and infiltrate nrc to make sure your queen is alright, much to the surprise of the cards.

content : established relationship, implied childhood friends, rsa!reader, fluff, sprinkle of angst, crack, no use of yn, reader is not the prefect, reader is referred to as 'king' in a gender neutral way (like how riddle as queen), fic is more focused on the dynamic of their relationship rather than of the relationship itself (but perhaps another fic is in order...), riddle's pov kinda?, just a very short oneshot.

word count : 1.5k

The door opens but nobody that's already in the room thinks too much of it, until someone unfamiliar speaks.

"Good evening, Card Soldiers."

The mild bickering ceased to exist entirely. The door clicks shut.

The first years couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but they swear they saw the Housewarden of Heartslabyul tense at the sound of the person's voice and averted his gaze. Shoes tap against the floor tiles until they stop at the foot of Riddle's designated recovery bed.

The newcomer wore the eyesore that was the Royal Sword Academy uniform, but the things that caught the attention of specifically the Prefect would be the scarily regal presence that the person exudes, and the badge pinned against the left lapel of the stranger's blazer, an exact replica of the crown Riddle adorns on his school tie.

They brandish a polite smile, "you are dismissed."

gn!yuu, very short headcanons + scenarios

summary: yuu accepts that there is no way home and that the world will keep turning no matter what. with no worth to their name and no real purpose in this twisted wonderland, except for solving other people’ problems, they decide to stop caring.

cw: swearing, violence, blood. dm me if i’ve missed anything!

a/n: title is translated lyrics from the song US by ruby ibarra. imagine yuu as however and whoever you want!

“woe is me, prefect! i just have so much paperwork to do that i completely forgot about your weekly food allowance. however, to speed things up a bit, if you lend me a hand here, i could probably get the allowance before the end of next week!”

yuu slinks over to one of crowley’s stacks of paperwork and ruffles through it. not without noticing how some pages were completely blank, ‘probably to bulk up and exaggerate the stack,’ yuu thinks and their eye twitches.

crowley gulps at being caught. but neither of the two say anything about it.

“i’m sure at your grown age you’re supposed to be able to manage your time better than this, but of course i didn’t expect anything from you.” yuu throws the binded document carelessly over their shoulder and onto the floor.

“wha-”

“as a minor under your care, this kind of thing could be considered child labour and abuse. especially for not prioritising my allowance.”

“but, prefect-”

“in other words, this isn’t my problem, bird shit for brains. so, unless you want me to call whatever magical bullshit equivalent you have of child protective services you have in this world, go ahead, give me your work documents. i would be ever so happy to oblige.”

medic!au, gn!reader

summary : congrats, after using up all your pulls and level up materials, you finally got the new medic ssr! i wonder what kind of voicelines they have?

a/n : ive been obsessed with just listening to everyone’s voicelines lately so i just pulled this out of my ass and thought that everyone would enjoy some more medic content-

summon : “sigh, what are you in for this time? c’mon in, let me have a look at you.”

groovy : “it stings? hang in there, i’ll make this quick, i promise.”

set to home screen : “let’s get to work!”

home transition 1 : “the tri-yearly check-ups are fast approaching again… even if you’re not part of the seven dorms, i’ll make sure to get your portfolio made up and arrange a time for your appointment soon.”

home transition 2 : “make sure to tell that cat-rat of yours that if he attempts to go through my cupboards for food again, then i’ll skin him and hang his fur on my wall like a trophy.”

home transition 3 : “remind me to re-supply diasomnia with digestion pills soon. poor cretins, lilia needs to hold back on his cooking…”

home, after login : “good morning/afternoon/evening, i’ll be at my desk if you need anything.”

tap home 1 : “everyone seems to refer to me as ‘doc’ or ‘medic’… it makes me wonder if even half the school population knows my actual name.”

tap home 2 : “my octa-trio senses are tingling again... try to steer clear of their vision for today.”

tap home 3 : “i’m open to any volunteers in helping me with my experi- ahem, helping me in the clinic.”

tap home 4 : “want a lollipop? i’ve got plenty, here.”

tap home 5 : “if that adeuce combo ever bothers you too much, tell me so i can prescribe them gross medicine next time they get into trouble.”

tap home 10 : “could you stop doing that? it takes so long to iron this thing (uniform).”

battle start : “who do you think you are?”

battle won : “sigh, let’s get you to the clinic.”

vignette - ambitions..?

summary : prefect manages to catch doc off guard! but why do they look so… conflicted?

tags : angsty, very very short

“doc, if you weren’t a medic, what would you be? do you have any other ambitions?”

yuu didn’t mean any harm in the question at all, he just wanted to fill in the silence of the clinic while doc took notes down.

the medic stops writing completely, the grip on their clipboard and pen stiffen. “ambitions..?” an ambition, a strong desire to do or achieve something. to be something.

“yeah! what would you be doing if you weren’t working here?”

“…”

“doc?” yuu doesn’t know what’s wrong, but the atmosphere in the room changes. it’s silent for too long.

“…i’d love to be a student here,” a melancholic smile. it doesn’t reach their eyes.

“huh?” the prefect definitely did not expect such a reaction from them nor expect such an answer, perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“i envy you, yuu. like a lot. you’re otherworldly, yet, you get to live as an ordinary student,” doc starts listing things off, as if they actually thought about this before.

“live in your own dorm, make your own friends. you get into trouble, roughhouse with each other. eat with each other. late nights spent just talking.”

yuu stares. doc has this look swirling in their eyes that yuu doesn’t even want to decipher. he wants to run away.

“although you’re far from home, cherish this time spent here, okay?

azul ashengrotto/ gn!reader

summary : based on volume 1, chapter 8 of the disney twst comic anothology ‘memory overwrite’.

or ; you establish a marketing tactic that may attract some attention but azul seems to be too distracted with the pictures you’ve taken.

cw : fluff, slight angst, ambiguous relationship, mentions of drowning, negative body image, mentions of cutting off body parts, azul experiences derealisation and doesn’t know it.

azul was never a fan of photography, especially if it included him in the frame. unpleasant memories of his past self would flood his mind and leave behind a sickly sinking sensation in the pits of his lungs. suffocating and painful.

is this what humans feel when their bodies succumb to being dragged by the merciless waves of the ocean, held down against their will, with no chance to breathe? azul wouldn’t be able to bear it.

the nauseating awareness of the stretch marks that littered his waist and arms would grow even more apparent when he’s left alone in his office, with no bustle of the lounge or the twins to be distracted with.

it was silent company that raged a war in his mind.

not common, nor rarely, were the times azul would wish for nothing more than for someone or something to cut off these imperfections of himself. to rid of them completely and utterly, with no evidence of existing in the first place; for it is proof of his insecurities and weaknesses and isolated years of binge eating to fill the lonely gap in his chest. a psychological matter that he wasn’t aware of at the time, and definitely could not fix even if he had tried.

summary : the stargazers decide that it wouldn’t hurt to ask their local medic for a wish.

medic!au

doc can’t help but applaud deuce, who is trying his best to collect stars despite stargazers not having good rep.

“i believe in you, deuce. i’m sure you’ll have plenty of wishes for the tree tonight,” fixing his hair a bit, you reward deuce with a handful of egg-shaped gummies.

meanwhile doc also teases the heck out of trey and idia in their get-up.

turning towards the third-years, you give them a look, “we’re the same age, y’know? aren’t you a little old to be wearing stuff like this? creeps.”

“oi oi oi, what’s this contrast in treatment?” idia’s face is full of betrayal and insecurity, it’s not like he chose to do this. “you’re treating this as if deuce-ssi is an ssr character in a limited event banner while we’re over here being given to players for free after collecting a certain amount of the event currency to make players feel like they’ve actually earned something and not feel left out when they don’t get the ssr they wanted.”

“…”

“…”

“idia, that was scarily specific.”

“please just tell us your wish so i can continue on with my event grind.”

“alright, alright,” striking an exaggerated concentrated expression and pose, you wanted to prolong idia’s suffering for just even a little longer. you’ve never been asked to make a wish before, but then again, you don’t care enough to actually think this whole thing through.

“then, i wish for… interesting… experiment results in the near future.”

Like I have this thing rent free in my mind where a student insulting them all because they are magicless and in this school and they just say

" Wow~ can't believe you have an asshole that high on your body to talk shit all over place " or " uh huh, sure honey whatever make your life feel better because you feel insecure because your mom didn't swallow you nine months before you where born "

( you can ignore this if you want )

I REMEMBER WATCHING BRANDON ROGERS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER-

the reaction i had when i found out he voiced blitzo from helluva boss 💀

anyways

i feel like lots of students in nrc severely underestimate yuu/mc just because they’re magicless but they have survived six whole overblots (currently) despite being from a totally magicless world.

mc was able to adapt very quickly with their now magical environment and is made very aware that they’re an outsider, they’ve had to deal with grim and crowley’s constant bs for over a school year now and has saved six people from dying of blot.

at that point, the nrc attitude has definitely started rubbing on mc since it’s a dog-eat-dog school. they have had to defend themselves and others with no magic, and the only way to do that was through harsh words.

OMG THEY DO-

YES i love the manga series so much

i had to make a whole list and really think about this question 😭

1) sebek zigvolt

doc knows that sebek really cares about malleus and is highly concerned about his master’s overall well-being and takes it very seriously, so during conversations, doc would often tease and lie to sebek about malleus’ health status.

“how’s malleus, by the way? i sent him home this morning after he fell down some stairs and broke his arm.”

“WHAT?!”

or ;

“i’m really sorry about malleus, sebek. i hope he makes a steady recovery…”

“what happened?!”

“he told me that he’s been diagnosed with diver- pfft… d-diverticulitis and has a colonoscopy appointment later on this evening.”

2) azul ashengrotto

he knows about doc’s arsenal of raw materials kept locked away from student hands. you name it, doc most likely has it. when azul is in need of a certain ingredient that is necessary to complete a task or potion for part of a deal, they are one of the first people he turns to.

sensing his intentions as soon as azul knocks their door a certain way, medic isn’t willing to give up it up that easily. azul needs to work for it.

“for the last time, azul, i don’t accept bribes from students. that’s against the code of conduct, several rights, regulations and probably the law.”

“what can i do to convince you to give me just a single tiger tooth, medic-san?”

“can i see your merform?”

“w-wha-” azul is caught off guard by your request. sure, you’ve asked for similar things but how can anyone grow used to that.

“i’d like to examine your skin and its properties and a sample of your ink, if you don’t mind.”

“medic, h-have you no shame?!” he sputters, embarrassed by your nonchalance at such a demand.

“haha, i’m just kidding. here.”

3) adeuce duo

doc takes advantage of their competitiveness and constant need to be better than the other.

“i bet the both of you that you wouldn’t be able to chug these litre bottles of liquid, that you don’t know the contents of, in a minute.”

“if i do, i want a week’s worth of staff-quality lunches.”

“me too!”

“deal.” you can only gift them a seemingly innocent smile.

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hi! thank you so much for the warning!

after some research on the situation, i’ve taken action and blocked them from my blog so hopefully that’ll subside any hate for the time being.

i love that movie so much 😭 and yes, i wholeheartedly agree that nurse has turned students into animals a few times

i think that the whole ‘turning students into animals’ thing leans towards it being an accident rather than it being on purpose.

“oops, i was supposed to add sea grass not-”

*poof*

“oh dear, sorry about that,” you look down to the animal in front of you and escorted them into a bed, ignoring their loud protests, “i’ll make you an antidote as quick as i can.”

and then speaking of animals, medic has definitely tricked grim into consuming their concoctions a number of times by injecting them into tuna cans.

“i will never eat my precious tuna with that sneaky medic around ever again! my ears won’t stop changin’ colours and now everyone’s callin’ me a disco ball!”

“deserved,” ace, deuce and yuu synced.

“it wasn’t like they were gonna miss their lunch! they’re staff here so they get it for free anyways! NYA-” grim feels a vice grip latching onto the top of his head. the hand forced him to look at the mentioned medic.

I can now see them pulling a student arm and snapping it back while talking how they failed at something but managed to be right at the end

i’ve never played team fortress but i’ve seen clips of it before!

i feel that medic has a tiny soft spot to those who are younger than them but has very little to no ounce of sympathy towards people their age or older.

“there, you’re good to go, epel. be careful of your surroundings next time, okay? broom crashes are highly dangerous.” placing a final bandage over his knuckles, you hand him an apple flavoured lollipop.

“thanks, doc!” epel unwraps the candy as he runs out the door. you then turn to leona, who’s already taken refuge in one of the beds.

“here’s some painkillers, bye.” throwing them without much care, you continue with your paper work.

“oi. is this it?”

“you’re a grown man, leona. a few scratches like that will heal overnight.”

Imagine the angst that can written for them.

I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH

there’s so many possibilities for angst since being in the medical field is high risk = high reward.

our doc is still a teenager so they’re still bound to make mistakes and being in this field means that there’s gonna be many experiences that involve unfortunate ends.

the reason why doc is so determined to experiment various kinds of remedies and treatments is so that there’s more possibilities for cures; so that there’s more options available for the less fortunate that aren’t able to afford modern medicine.

doc is highly aware of how blessed they are, being able to access medicinal knowledge and equipment and people that are able to support them financially to have it, that’s why they’ll use these blessings to help those who aren’t given the same chance.

turning on your tape recorder, you let go of the tension in your shoulders, “use of ‘midnight dew’ as irritation ointment, test number eighty nine, unsuccessful.”

rubbing your temples, you sigh, “although morning dew has a healing and soothing quality, alkaline levels vary depending on precipitation levels the day before as mentioned in tests fifteen and thirty two. unfit treatment as the alkaline may cause more irritation and unreliable if distributed in batches. find ways to keep constant results, i.e controlled environment.” shutting off the recorder, you lean back as far as you could on your roller chair.

holding up a vile of morning dew, it shimmers along with the moonlight that seeped through your curtains. you whisper as if talking to it, “i’m not going to give up on you, i know we’ll make it work.”

doc’s family hospitals are of the private sector, meaning that they own them completely without government help and that makes treatment more expensive.

doc’s grandmother, the current head, is highly against the use of their magic on those who are visibly of lower classes. she is very proud of your family’s magic so she cares deeply on how the media sees it.

“child, i’m sure you only have good intentions, but think of the family.”

“but, grandmother-” you attempt to argue.

“-the public will think of us as cheap healing potions. our magic has been passed down for generations, improving through modernisation, new knowledge and techniques. our magic has been cultivating for centuries so of course it should be reserved for those who can afford it. we can not start handing out free consultations and help just because you felt like it. it’s selfish.” she shuts her book, finally looking at you in the eyes.

“grandmother, they were dying. i couldn’t just-” you try to reason with her again, but she raises her hand in command for you to stop talking.

“i have had enough, child. i don’t want to speak of this again.”

although it sounds easy, doc can not go against their grandmother’s words. before their first year at nrc, doc’s grandmother had put a curse around doc’s wrists that shocks them if they had used their magic in areas outside of nrc.

“please, grandmother. please, don’t do this to me. i beg of you.” you can’t rip your arms away from her iron grip, her nails digging into your skin.

“plead and beg all you want, child. this is only for your own good. trust me, this hurts me just as much as it does for you. i’ll rid of the curse when you’re ready.” starry coloured symbols start snaking around your wrists, like bracelets from the galaxy.

but, as beautiful as they look, they represent shackles that tie you down to familial piety and helplessness.

doc has volunteered in charity work with people living in poor housing conditions (which was allowed since it ‘kept up reputation and appearances’ but the curse was still on them). they help around with simple chores like laundry or maybe volunteering to teach the local kids basic education. doc can’t help but watch as these kids look so innocent and unaware of the world around them. despite what little they had, they had each other, and for now, that was enough.