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Since I am, now, gaining some traction I thought it would be the best time to say I write fanfiction. Here's the link to the one I'm currently working on!
Don't worry, I plan on publishing the next chapter tonight!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61186555/chapters/156354739
Floyd be like:
making shrimp dishes for floyd. sinigang, fried shrimp, spicy shrimp. make him watch as i eat my fellow shrimp. slice of reality.
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He watched carefully, stricken with all sorts of emotions as he watched you serve the shrimp, tangy and delicious as you licked your lips hungrily, wishing you could eat this in front of him.
You just smiled, like the innocent little prefect you are.
You smiled.
You then smiled sinisterly..
Floyd remained silent, eyes wide open as he watched you carefully, silently, staring as you continued putting plate upon plate of dishes of various shrimp on the table.
HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY??
"K-Koebi–chan. What the fuck are you—"
"Eat my brethren."
He paused.
You'd cook your own family? This turned into some Sweeney Todd shit fr-
Floyd raised his fork. Usually he'd love eating shrimp, he's a moray eel. It's in his diet! But for his own Shrimpy-chan TO COOK SHRIMP?? WHAT WAS HE TO SAY?
Does he call Jade? Does he run away or just submit to the agonising confusion and horrific reality of you deciding to boil your shrimpy brothers for each dish?
Azul watched from the side, eyeing every moment of the scene carefully as he did his best not to snort into a hysterical fit of laughter..
for once, he knows what it feels like to be terrified of someone else. Maybe that's why he loved you for giving him such a feeling nobody else could.
Twisted wonderland AU Children of Laughter: Waking up
Previous part
Dark, empty, quiet, and vast. This is what welcomes Sian as she wakes up from her slumber. It takes a moment to realize the vast dark space isn't as vast or unlimited as it seems upon first glance.
Sian takes a deep breathe in and out.
'First things first what is the last thing that happened before i fell unconscious?' Sian pondered.
She and Yuzu were on a grocery run and were returning back to the cabin. Yuzu was getting low on many ingredients and wanted to make some desserts for Sian to cheer the Fae girl up during her visit.
However they encountered a carriage while they were crossing the dirt road.
Sian pinches the bridge of her nose and then quickly patted herself down looking and checking herself for injuries.
Her muscles ached in a few places and her head was reeling from a headache. So it appears she got a little sore from a fall. Not surprising that her head hurts since she can't recall what exactly happened when they collided with the horses drawn carriage.
Perhaps a horse kicked her, no that probably wasn't it horse kicks were powerful. A kick to the head would probably be more harmful than the state of her head currently suggests.
Perhaps she was pulled or startled back at the site of the horse approaching fast at her. Then her head collided with the ground fast and hard as she fell losing her footing amongst the chaos.
'Yeah that's probably it' Sian murmur to herself.
Sian closed her eyes again deep breathes as she trys to calm herself down.
Her eyes snapped open wide as her breathing gets rapid and her heart beats wildly.
'YUZU! where is she?! She was with me.'
Sian goes back to trying to calm herself down with breathing exercises.
She needed to figure out where she was fast but needed to calm herself down first. Panicking would make her more rash and prone to mistakes. She can't afford to make mistakes not when Yuzu's health and safety are on the line.
"Not again I won't go through that again I refuse" Sian muttered to herself quietly.
Breathe in, Breathe out
Breathe in, Breath out.
'Get it together one step at a time'
Okay first things first these stuffy clothes. Sian patted herself down remembering her clothes felt slightly different and odd.
She was still wearing the same vest with slightly oversized shirt underneath it. A belt slatted at her waist with another cloth wrapping around her waist like the bottom half of a dress. However unlike a typical ball gown this one was very light, flowy,and most importantly shorter as it ended right above her knees. But most importantly her 'skirt' was handmade and had pockets.
What Sian isn't wearing is her typical long cloak instead she's wearing some stuffy robes on top of her regular clothes for visiting Yuzu.
Sian preferred wearing light, flowy, clothes that were easy to move around in instead of heavy elegant gowns she was forced in sometimes when visiting one of her other friends.
Anyways back to the robes that Sian doesn't remember wearing at all today.
She quickly took the hood down and freed her arms from those long sleaves. She then wrapped those sleaves around her waist on top of the belt she wore and even tucked in the end of the sleeves into her belt.
She yawns and stretches her arms and wings.
Those darn stuffy robes! Her pixie wings felt so suffocate and restricted under them.
Sian closed her eyes and trys to feel the air.
How cold was the air around her?
How big or small was the space she occupied in comparison to herself?
Was there even a breeze? Was she indoor or outdoor?
She focused on how the air felt on her skin, how it swayed alongside the magic she sensed all around her in whatever space she currently occupied. Using her natural connection with wind magic to sense the shape and size of wherever she seems to be at currently.
She takes a deep breathe and opens her eyes. She's in a container of some sort, again. However this one was larger and more of a weird long rectangular shape the top of it was strange but she doesn't focus on it for long. The container Sian was in is upright and standing wherever it is currently located, not lying down on it's back nor lying on its side.
The material of the container felt hard wood or metal perhaps, certainly not made of glass nor fabric.
'Where in the world was she?'
She felt the area around her with wind magic some more, testing the area to see where the lid or exit may be. The front, the lid was on the side right in front of her.
She takes a deep breathe and focused her mind on pushing the air strongly against the lid with her wind magic. The wind made a whoosh noise as the lid came right off and floated a few feet in from of her. It worked. It appears there wasn't anything outside the container to keep the lid on tight however she felt some strong magical resistance to pushing the lid off. There was a magical locking mechanism on the lid though she managed to click in open with her wind magic just fine.
Now for the lid floating in front of her a few feet awat. With her magic Sian gently placed the lid onto the ground as she surveyed her new surroundings.
The room was vast with lots of empty space. However it wasn't empty there was lots of floating coffins around the room. Large window with elegant designs on them littered the walls accompanied by large curtains pushed to the side of the windows.
In the center of the room was a floating elegant mirror on top of a small fountain. However the fountain didn't release water but a green liquid substance Sian could not recognize nor identify.
The room felt a bit intimidating to Sian as she currently was palm/pixie sized, unable to be 'human sized' at the moment.
Sian didn't mind her current size, she much preferred to be small as it's her true size and feels more at ease and in control during these moments.
Sian is curious tho despite her current small size she was placed in a human sized coffin. Maybe that could pertain clues to who her kidnappers were? Or perhaps the coffin being the wrong sized hinted that her kidnapping wasn't planned since they stored her in such a large space for her small form.
Either way she needs to figure out where she is. Who is around here? Are there friends, foes or both around? Is Yuzu also here as well? If Yuzu is in another coffin it would be risky to just go checking them considering there is a good chance there will be others sleeping inside the other coffins. Sian is unable to tell who is occupying any of the other coffins, if at all.
Sian decides against checking coffins for Yuzu at the moment for she deemed it too risky. She decides to instead, venture out this room to gather information on where they are and who placed them in those coffins.
Sian hesitates tho. Fearing for Yuzu's safety. 'Just a quick look around and then I'll head straight back and hide in this room or somewhere just outside this room' Sian reasoned with herself.
And so Sian flys off out of the mirror chamber quietly promising to return back soon as Yuzu is still slumbering away in another coffin.
Next part
Part Last updated/edited: May 10th, 2025
♥️ Prim and Proper ♥️
I've been asked before about more info about these silly characters of mine and even though I hoped to draw most of it I thought it would be nice to write it down too. I am not English or the best writer so I did ask chat GPT to format it better for me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Riddle x King of Hearts oc Simply how they met and to communicate Prim's personality a bit better! Like the King of Hearts, often forgotten but happy :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story under the line ~
Riddle’s POV
The Night Raven College library was Riddle Rosehearts’ haven—a place where rules were respected, order was preserved, and silence reigned supreme. At least, it was supposed to.
The soft symphony of pages turning and quills scratching was disrupted by bursts of giggling and whispers. Riddle’s brows furrowed, his concentration shattered.
The offenders were four girls from Lady Mystic College, currently permitted to use the library while their own was under renovation. They sat at a table in the far corner, their uniforms pristine and polished, yet their behavior anything but.
Three of them leaned in close, whispering and snickering, their laughter bubbling up despite the clear disapproval of nearby students. The fourth girl, however, sat quietly at the edge of the group.
Riddle hadn’t noticed her at first, his irritation focused on the noise. But as he rose from his seat and made his way toward them, she caught his eye.
She was smaller than her friends, with blonde curls tied into two neat pigtails. Her dark blue eyes flitted nervously between her tablemates and the books in front of her. Braces gleamed faintly while her upperlip rested on them. Unlike her companions, she seemed more like an observer than a participant.
“Excuse me,” Riddle said sharply as he reached their table.
The three louder girls turned to him, blinking in mock surprise. “Oh, hi!” one of them said, her smile overly sweet.
“This is a library,” Riddle stated, his tone clipped. “Your noise is disrupting others. Please keep your voices down.”
The girls exchanged glances and giggled again. “Sorry about that,” another said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all.
The fourth girl looked up at him, her cheeks flushing pink. “I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her book. “We will be quiet, promise!”
Riddle’s frown softened slightly. She seemed genuinely apologetic, unlike her companions. But rules were rules, and they all bore responsibility for their collective behavior.
“Just keep it down,” he said, turning on his heel and walking away.
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Later, Riddle found himself standing in front of a particularly tall bookshelf, searching for a volume on advanced spell theory. The book he needed was on the highest shelf, just out of reach.
He huffed, rising onto his toes, but it was no use. He debated summoning a step stool when a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.
“Um... Excuse me,” the soft, slightly lisped voice said.
Riddle turned to see the blonde girl from earlier standing a few feet away. She was craning her neck, gazing up at a book several shelves above her head.
“I didn’t mean to bother you,” she said quickly, flushing again. “It’s just... I can’t reach it.”
Riddle glanced between her and the book. “Neither can I,” he admitted dryly, stepping closer.
Her lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Oh, yeah-” she said, hugging her arms.
Riddle sighed, lifting his hand. With a precise flick of his fingers, the book floated down from the shelf, landing neatly in his grasp.
The girl’s eyes widened, a spark of wonder lighting them. “Wow! That’s so cool,” she said, her tone full of genuine awe.
“It’s basic magic,” Riddle replied, though he couldn’t help the slight warmth that rose at her reaction. He handed her the book.
“Thank you,” she said, her braces glinting as she smiled. “I’m Prim, by the way. I, um, wanted to apologize again that we were so noisy.”
Riddle studied her for a moment. There was a cheerfulness about her, a childlike wonder that seemed at odds with her companions. “Riddle.” introducing himself. “And it wasn’t entirely your fault.”
Prim hesitated, her expression flickering with something uncertain. “They’re not always like that,” she said, though her tone lacked conviction. “I think they just... like having fun.”
“Just make sure to not disturb others when you’re in a public library. We prefer this place to be quiet.” Riddle said, not to scold her but he feared it may have sounded like that.
“No, you’re absolutely right! It’s basic rules.” She looked down at the book Riddle just got for her. “Thank you again, Riddle!”
Riddle responded with a simple nod and she hugged the book to her chest and turned back toward her table. Riddle watched her go, noting the way her steps seemed lighter, more confident.
For the rest of the afternoon, the library was quiet. But Riddle found himself distracted, his thoughts lingering on the small girl with the blonde pigtails and wondering if she would ever realize she deserved better.
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The next day, Riddle was once again settled in his usual spot in the library. The silence was pristine this time, and he relished the peaceful atmosphere. He had nearly immersed himself in his studies when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.
Prim.
The girl with blonde pigtails walked hesitantly into the library, clutching her books and bag. She scanned the room for a moment before her eyes landed on him. A bright smile lit her face, and she made her way over.
“Hi,” she greeted softly, her voice still carrying that slight lisp.
Riddle nodded in acknowledgment. “Good afternoon, Prim.”
To his surprise, she pulled out a chair and sat next to him, setting her books down. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said cheerfully. “It’s nice and quiet here.”
“As long as you keep it that way,” Riddle replied, his tone neutral.
Prim giggled and nodded. “Promise. I’ll be quiet.”
She opened her notebook and began working on what looked like several assignments. Riddle glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, noting the way her handwriting flowed neatly across the pages. Occasionally, she would hum softly to herself, though it wasn’t disruptive—it was oddly soothing.
After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “You’re alone today.”
Prim looked up from her work, her curls bouncing slightly as she tilted her head. “Oh, yeah. My friends are out getting lunch.”
Riddle raised an eyebrow. “They left you behind?”
Prim waved a hand dismissively, her smile unwavering. “It’s fine. I had too much homework to do anyway. Besides, they’ll bring me something back.”
Her tone was so casual, so certain, that Riddle didn’t press further. But he couldn’t help the small pang of doubt that settled in his chest.
“They do seem to leave you out quite often,” he remarked, his voice carefully measured.
Prim paused, her pencil hovering over her notebook. Then she laughed lightly. “They don’t mean to. They’re just... busy. But they’re good friends, really.”
Riddle frowned but didn’t say anything. Her unwavering cheerfulness was admirable, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was excusing more than she should.
They fell into a comfortable rhythm, the soft scratch of pens and the faint rustle of pages filling the air. After a while, Prim closed one notebook and opened another, switching seamlessly between assignments. Riddle noticed she wasn’t just working on a single piece of homework—she seemed to be copying her answers onto three other sheets.
He glanced at her stack of papers. Each page was identical, and she was writing the same answers in the same neat handwriting on all of them. His brow furrowed.
“Prim,” he said quietly, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Why are you doing the same homework four times?”
Prim froze for a moment, her pen poised mid-sentence. Then she looked at him, her expression sheepish but still cheerful. “Oh, um... My friends forgot to do theirs, so I’m helping out. They’re really busy, you know, with... things.”
Riddle’s frown deepened. “You’re doing their homework? All of it?”
Prim shrugged, her smile not faltering. “It’s no big deal. I’m good at this stuff, and they always help me when I need it.”
Riddle didn’t believe that for a second. He leaned back slightly, studying her. She seemed so genuinely kind, so eager to help, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that her so-called friends were clearly taking advantage of her.
Prim seemed to sense his concern because she added, “I don’t mind, really. It’s nice to feel useful.”
Riddle opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Prim stood up, gathering her things into a neat pile. “I’m going to the restroom real quick,” she said with a smile. “Could you watch my stuff?”
He nodded, though his gaze lingered on her as she walked away.
Left alone, Riddle’s eyes drifted back to her work. The identical pages spread out in front of him confirmed what he already suspected—Prim was kind, but her kindness was being taken advantage of.
As he leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to return, Riddle couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of protectiveness toward her. She was cheerful and kind in her own way, but it was clear that she deserved better than what her so-called friends were giving her.
When Prim returned, still smiling as brightly as ever, Riddle resolved to keep an eye on her. Someone had to.
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Several days went by and Riddle found himself walking through the courtyard, a book tucked under his arm. It was his usual route to the library, but the sound of laughter and chatter drew his attention.
Underneath one of the large oak trees sat the same group of girls from Lady Mystic College. Their voices carried easily on the breeze as they chatted with a group of Savanaclaw students who seemed far too pleased with themselves.
Riddle’s gaze immediately went to Prim. She was sitting on the edge of the group, her blonde curls bouncing slightly as she nodded enthusiastically in response to the conversation. Despite her obvious effort to engage, none of the boys so much as glanced her way. Their attention was fixed on her three companions, who were leaning forward and giggling at every joke.
Eventually, the three girls stood, brushing themselves off and flashing bright smiles at the Savanaclaw students. “We’ll see you later,” one of them said, linking arms with another.
Prim started to stand, too, but one of the girls waved her back down with a quick, “Oh, just stay here, Prim. Keep the spot for us, okay?”
Prim blinked, then nodded quickly. “Sure! No problem!”
The group walked away, leaving her alone under the tree. She didn’t seem bothered, though. She pulled out a small lunch box and began unpacking it, her expression as cheerful as ever.
Riddle hesitated, his steps slowing. It wasn’t his business, and he wasn’t the type to meddle. Yet something about the scene nagged at him.
Prim’s so-called friends hadn’t even offered to include her. They left her behind without a second thought. And though she waved them off as if it were perfectly natural, Riddle couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right.
Before he could stop himself, he changed course and approached her.
Prim looked up as his shadow fell over her. “Oh! Hi, Riddle!” she said brightly, her dark blue eyes lighting up.
“Good afternoon,” he said, stopping a few feet away. He glanced at her lunch box and then at the empty space around her. “You’re alone.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, the girls went off with those boys. They didn’t want to intrude, and, well, it would’ve been rude for me to tag along since I wasn’t invited.”
Riddle frowned, his grip tightening on the book in his hands. “They left you here.”
Prim waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s fine. I already had lunch anyway, and they asked me to keep this spot for them. It’s a nice spot, don’t you think? Nice shade, good view...”
Her voice trailed off as she gestured to the courtyard around them, clearly trying to paint the situation in the best possible light.
Riddle remained silent, his expression unreadable. He wanted to tell her that her friends shouldn’t have asked her to stay behind just to save a spot. That if they truly cared about her, they wouldn’t leave her sitting alone while they went off with boys who didn’t even acknowledge her.
But Prim’s smile didn’t falter. She continued to eat her lunch, completely at ease.
Riddle’s mind whirred. He had never been particularly skilled at making friends himself, and he often struggled with understanding social dynamics. Yet he couldn’t stand to see someone as kind and cheerful as Prim being so blatantly overlooked.
“Prim,” he said abruptly, his tone firmer than he intended.
She looked up, blinking at him. “Yes?”
“Would you... like to join me for lunch?”
Prim’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. “Oh, um, really?” she asked, her voice slightly higher than usual.
“Yes,” Riddle said, a little awkwardly. “If you’ve already eaten, I could still use some company. That is, if you’re not busy keeping this spot occupied.”
Prim laughed softly, her smile brightening even further. “Well, I suppose the spot will still be here when I get back.”
Riddle stepped back, allowing her to stand. As they walked toward the cafeteria together, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. It wasn’t much, but at least she wouldn’t have to sit alone this time.
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Prim’s POV
The shade under the oak tree was nice, shielding them from the midday sun as the breeze rustled through the leaves. Prim sat with her three friends—Hazel, Trinity, and Opal—all of whom were laughing and chatting animatedly, their voices blending together in an upbeat melody of giggles.
Prim listened quietly, her hands folded neatly over her lap, her lips twitching upward in a small smile. Hazel said something that made Trinity snort, and Opal burst into another fit of laughter. Prim tried to join in, even though she didn’t entirely understand the joke.
They’re just so confident, she thought, watching them. “It’s one of the things I admire about them.”
Sometimes they’d say things to her that she wasn’t sure how to take. Like when Hazel turned to her mid-laughter and said, “Prim, I wish I could be as pure as you. So innocent!”
Prim chuckled along, though her cheeks flushed. They mean well, she reassured herself. It’s not like they’re being mean. I guess I don’t get all their jokes, so they’re right. It’s fine.
Then there was Trinity, who had tilted her head at Prim’s pigtails earlier and remarked, “Your hair is so unique, Prim. I’d never have the patience to deal with all those curls!”
Prim had thanked her for the comment, though part of her wondered if “unique” had been the right word. It was true, though—her hair never behaved like Hazel’s silky locks, Trinity’s sleek waves, or Opal’s perfectly tousled bob. But it was fine.
It was fine.
When a group of boys approached, Prim felt herself tense up slightly. She wasn’t used to being approached by boys—especially not bold, self-assured ones like these.
Hazel, Trinity, and Opal perked up immediately, their voices gaining a lilting edge as they welcomed the boys with coy smiles and casual jokes. Prim sat up straighter, her cheeks flushing pink as she tried to follow along with the conversation.
One of the boys told a story about his latest Spelldrive match, and Prim laughed softly at the right moment, hoping it sounded natural. But the boy didn’t look her way. None of them did. Their eyes were fixed on her friends.
She felt a small pang in her chest.
It’s okay, she told herself quickly. She isn’t his type. And that’s okay.
Her friends were tall, poised, and effortlessly pretty. Their hair shimmered in the sunlight, their makeup was flawless, and their laughter was infectious. Prim, meanwhile, was shorter, with unruly curls that seemed to have a mind of their own. Her braces made her mouth always stand open a bit, and as long as she can remember she talked with a lisp.
They’re just more... grown-up than me, she reasoned. And that’s okay. I’ll get there eventually.
For a fleeting moment, the pang threatened to grow into something heavier. But she shook it off, summoning her usual cheerful resolve.
I totally get it, she told herself, nodding slightly as if to reinforce the thought. I understand why they’d get all the attention. Besides, I don’t even need a boyfriend right now! I have my friends. And I’m happy for them. Really, I am.
When the boys eventually asked Hazel, Trinity, and Opal to join them for lunch, Prim was already smiling again.
“Oh, just stay here, Prim. Keep the spot for us, okay?” Hazel said over her shoulder as they stood.
“Sure! No problem!” Prim said brightly, waving at them as they walked off.
She settled back under the tree and reached for her lunch box. It’s fine, she thought as she unwrapped her sandwich. I packed a good lunch, and this spot is really nice. I’m totally fine. And they’ll be back soon anyway.
As she took a bite, she looked up and froze mid-chew.
Riddle stood a few feet away, his red hair unmistakable in the dappled sunlight. He was looking directly at her, his expression as composed and stern as always.
“Oh!” Prim swallowed quickly, straightening up and brushing crumbs off her lap. “Hi, Riddle!”
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Riddle’s POV
Riddle wasn’t entirely sure why he’d asked her to join him for lunch. It wasn’t as though he usually sought out company during meals. Quite the opposite, in fact—he valued the quiet solitude that came with sitting alone, free from the noise and chaos of others.
And yet, here he was, walking toward the cafeteria with Prim by his side, her cheerful chatter filling the silence he usually preferred.
“I really didn’t expect you to invite me to lunch,” Prim said, her voice bright with surprise. “But thank you! It’s nice to have someone to eat with. It’s always fun!”
Riddle glanced at her, taking in her wide smile and the way her dark blue eyes seemed to light up with genuine delight. Her optimism was almost childlike in its sincerity, and though it was different from the carefully composed demeanor he usually gravitated toward, he found it oddly... refreshing.
As they settled at a table, Prim eagerly unpacked her lunch box again, chatting as she went. “So, do you always eat alone? Or do you sit with your dorm mates sometimes?”
“I usually eat alone,” Riddle replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “It’s more efficient. The dining hall can be... chaotic.”
Prim tilted her head, nodding thoughtfully. “I get that. It can get loud sometimes. But it’s nice to have people to talk to, don’t you think?”
Riddle hesitated. Socializing had always felt more like a chore than a pleasure for him. Yet, as he watched Prim, he couldn’t bring himself to agree. “Perhaps,” he said finally.
They fell into a rhythm of small talk, much to Riddle’s surprise. Prim carried most of the conversation, her cheerful nature making it easy to follow along. She told him about her favorite classes, how she was still adjusting to Lady Mystic College, and how much she loved the library at Night Raven College.
“And the oak tree in the courtyard!” she added with a bright smile. “It’s such a nice spot to sit. Perfect shade, good view... It’s the best, really.”
Riddle nodded politely, though his thoughts lingered on why she’d been left there in the first place.
Finally, he couldn’t stop himself from bringing it up. “You said earlier that your friends went off with those guys and left you behind. Does that happen often?”
Prim blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, well... not often,” she said, though her tone wavered slightly. “They were just being polite, you know? It wouldn’t have been right for me to tag along if I wasn’t invited.”
Riddle frowned. “But if they’re your friends, shouldn’t they have invited you in the first place?”
Prim hesitated, her cheerful facade faltering for the briefest moment. “I mean, they’re just... busy. And I don’t really mind! I’m happy to keep the spot for them.”
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. “Do you really think that’s fair to you?”
She shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her lunch box. “Well, it’s not like they’re being mean or anything,” she said quietly. “They’re nice to me. And they’re so cool and pretty, you know? I’m lucky to have friends like them.”
Riddle’s frown deepened. “Are they really your friends if they constantly leave you out? If they treat you like an afterthought?”
Prim’s shoulders slumped slightly, and for the first time, her ever-present smile wavered. “They have to be my friends… if they’re not…” she said softly, “then... it would mean I didn’t have any at all…”
Riddle’s chest tightened at her words. He’d never been particularly adept at comforting others, but the sadness in her voice stirred something in him. He’d always been strict, proper, and precise in his interactions, yet in this moment, he felt compelled to say something more.
“You do have a friend,” he said quietly, surprising even himself.
Prim’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “Mm?”
Riddle shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face heating slightly. “I mean... I wouldn’t invite just anyone to lunch. So if that makes you feel better... consider me your friend.”
For a moment, Prim simply stared at him. Then her face broke into the brightest smile he’d ever seen, her braces gleaming as her eyes filled with joy. “Really? You mean it?”
He cleared his throat, looking away to hide his own embarrassment. “Yes. Of course.”
“Yeah!” Prim said eagerly, her sadness forgotten as she practically beamed at him. “Yeah, I guess we are friends, huh?”
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The park on Sage Island was quiet that afternoon, the soft rustle of leaves and distant chatter providing a soothing backdrop to Riddle’s thoughts. He didn’t come to the park often—it seemed frivolous to idle in nature when there were more productive things to do—but something had drawn him there today.
It was then that he saw her.
Prim was balancing on a low railing near the path, her arms stretched out for balance and her curls bouncing with each careful step. She looked utterly carefree, the sunlight catching the faint glint of her braces as she smiled to herself.
Riddle slowed his pace, his gaze lingering on her. The sight struck a chord in him—her innocence, her lightheartedness. She embodied a freedom he had never known.
Growing up under his mother’s strict rules, even the thought of such behavior would have been unthinkable. Walking on a railing? Playing games in public? There was no place for that in the rigid schedule of the Rosehearts household. And even now, as a college student, Riddle often felt the weight of responsibility pressing on his shoulders, keeping him bound to the rules he upheld so fiercely.
Prim, however, seemed untouched by such constraints.
When she spotted him, her face lit up, and she hopped down from the railing with a bounce. “Riddle!” she called, hurrying toward him. “Hi! What a surprise to see you here!”
“Good afternoon, Prim,” he said, straightening his posture.
“It’s so nice to see you,” she said, her grin bright as ever. “Are you here for a walk too?”
“I thought some fresh air might be beneficial,” Riddle replied. “And you?”
“Oh, I’m on my way to the bookstore,” she said, clasping her hands behind her back. “I need a new diary. My old one’s almost full.”
“A diary,” he echoed.
“Yep!” she said cheerfully. “I write about everything—what I did, how I felt, what made me happy. It’s nice to look back on later, you know?”
Riddle nodded, though he couldn’t fully relate. His own life had always been so structured, so focused on rules and expectations, that the idea of reflecting on daily joys felt almost... indulgent.
As they walked together, Prim continued to chat, her energy as boundless as ever. “I’ve been hanging out less with Hazel, Trinity, and Opal,” she said after a while, her tone casual. “It’s easier now that I have a friend.”
Her words caught him off guard, and he turned to look at her. “You mean me.”
“Of course!” she said brightly, glancing at him with a sincerity that made his chest tighten.
He felt his cheeks heat slightly and quickly looked away. “I... see.”
Prim tilted her head, her expression softening. “Thank you for having lunch with me last week, by the way. It was really nice. I hope I wasn’t talking too much.”
Riddle shook his head. “You were fine. I didn’t mind.”
Her face lit up again, and she clasped her hands together. “I’m glad! I’ve been eating alone more often lately, and I think I finally get what you mean—it’s nice to have that quiet sometimes. It’s efficient, and I can actually focus on my food!”
Hearing her repeat his words from before made something stir in his chest. She wasn’t just cheerful; she genuinely listened.
They walked in companionable silence for a few moments before Prim spoke again. “You should come with me to the bookstore,” she said suddenly, her voice bright.
Riddle blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”
“Why not? It could be fun! And I’m sure they’ve got plenty of interesting books for you to look at.”
He hesitated, searching for a reason to decline, but none came. “I suppose I could use a new reference book,” he said finally, convincing himself it was a practical decision. “Very well.”
Prim clapped her hands together. “Great! Let’s go!”
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The bookstore was small but inviting, its shelves packed with an eclectic mix of novels, journals, and academic texts. Prim headed straight for the section of journals, her excitement palpable.
“What do you think of this one?” she asked, holding up a diary with a floral cover. “Or this one?” She picked up another, this one decorated with stars.
“They’re both... adequate,” Riddle said diplomatically, though his tone lacked the sternness it usually carried.
Prim giggled. “You’re so formal, Riddle. You’re so cool.”
He stiffened, the unexpected comment catching him off guard. “I—cool is hardly the appropriate word.”
She laughed again, completely unbothered by his awkwardness. “I like it,” she said simply, flipping through the pages of a diary.
Riddle turned his attention to the nearest shelf, scanning the titles even as his thoughts lingered on her. She was so unabashedly sincere, so quick to express herself without reservation. It was entirely unlike him, and yet he found it oddly refreshing.
“What kind of books do you like?” Prim asked suddenly, breaking his train of thought.
“Primarily academic texts,” Riddle replied. “I don’t often read for leisure.”
“That makes sense,” she said with a nod. “You’re so disciplined, Riddle. I admire that about you.”
He glanced at her, momentarily speechless. She said it so matter-of-factly, as if her praise was simply the truth. “Thank you,” he said quietly, unsure of how else to respond.
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The walk back from the bookstore was peaceful, with Prim happily clutching her new diary to her chest. She was chatting about the various things she planned to write in it—her favorite moments, her thoughts on the day, and even the little goals she set for herself. Riddle listened quietly, his hands neatly folded behind his back, offering the occasional nod or small response.
As they reached a crossroads in the park, Prim slowed her pace, her expression shifting slightly. “I should probably start studying when I get back,” she said with a small sigh. “I’ve got this one chapter that’s been giving me so much trouble.”
Riddle raised an eyebrow. “What subject?”
“Potions,” Prim replied, scrunching her nose. “There’s this one section about ingredient interactions that I just can’t wrap my head around. It’s like the words blur together every time I try to read it.”
He stopped walking, considering her words. He remembered studying potions theory himself the year prior. It wasn’t an easy subject, especially when it came to understanding the subtleties of ingredient dynamics. But he’d mastered it, of course.
Prim tilted her head, glancing at him curiously. “What is it?”
Riddle felt a flicker of hesitation. The idea of offering his help seemed straightforward enough, but his mind began to overanalyze. Would it be strange to suggest it? They were friends now, weren’t they? And helping a friend was a reasonable thing to do.
But what if she felt pressured to accept? Prim had always been eager to please, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel obligated. Still, she had said she was glad they were friends. Surely she wouldn’t find the gesture unwelcome?
“Riddle?” Prim’s voice was soft, her gaze searching his.
He straightened, pushing his doubts aside with a deep breath. “If you’re struggling with that chapter,” he began carefully, “I could help you study.”
He watched her expression closely, his heart beating just a little faster as he waited for her response.
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Prim’s POV
Prim clutched her study books tightly to her chest as she walked toward Night Raven College. The path to the all-boys school was winding, but she didn’t mind. The weather was nice, the air crisp, and her heart felt unusually light.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the day before, when Riddle had offered to help her with her potions studies. It had been so unexpected, and the moment he’d asked, she’d said yes without hesitation.
Of course, she was grateful for his help. Riddle was brilliant—he knew so much, and she was certain he’d explain things far better than her textbook ever could. But more than that, the thought of spending time with him made her genuinely happy.
She smiled to herself, her steps quickening as she remembered the feeling. She’d made an actual friend.
In high school, she’d been alone more often than not. She tried to fit in, but it was like she didn’t quite know how. Her curls were too unruly, her braces too shiny, and her lisp made her stumble over words when she was nervous. She remembered watching other girls gather in groups, laughing and chatting easily, while she lingered on the edges, hoping to be noticed.
When she’d started college, she promised herself things would be different. She’d make friends this time, no matter what. And she had—Hazel, Trinity, and Opal had been quick to include her. But it hadn’t taken long to realize that their kindness only went so far.
Prim sighed softly, her grip tightening on her books. Her so-called friends weren’t really nice to her, not in the way that mattered. She knew that. But wasn’t it better to have bad friends than none at all?
At least, that’s what she used to believe.
But then there was Riddle. He was so different from anyone she’d met before—kind in his own quiet, composed way. He didn’t laugh at her or make her feel small. When he talked to her, it felt like he actually saw her, not just the odd girl with the curls and the braces.
Riddle is a real friend, she thought, her heart fluttering.
She almost started skipping as she neared the gates of Night Raven College, her excitement outweighing her nerves. The idea of walking into an all-boys school was a little intimidating, but she didn’t let it bother her. Riddle had offered to help, and she was determined to make the most of it.
When the imposing gates of the school came into view, Prim spotted a familiar figure waiting for her.
Riddle stood with his hands clasped neatly in front of him, his posture as straight and proper as ever. He spotted her immediately and stepped forward.
“Good afternoon, Prim,” he said, his tone formal but not unfriendly.
“Hi, Riddle!” she greeted, her voice bright as she hurried up to him. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“It’s no trouble,” he replied, gesturing toward the campus. “I thought it would be best to guide you directly to my dorm. Night Raven College can be... confusing to navigate if you’re unfamiliar.”
She nodded eagerly, her nerves momentarily forgotten. “I really appreciate it. I’ll try not to get in the way too much!”
Riddle gave a small shake of his head. “You’re not in the way. I offered, didn’t I?”
Her smile widened at his words, and as they began walking, she glanced around, taking in the grand architecture of the school.
“It’s such a big campus,” she said, her awe evident. “It must be amazing to go here.”
“It has its merits,” Riddle said simply, though there was a faint note of pride in his voice.
Prim followed him through the gates and into the courtyard, her excitement bubbling up again. She had no idea what to expect, but one thing was certain—Riddle was her friend now. She can’t wait for tonight, when she can write in her diary about today.
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Riddle’s POV
As Riddle led Prim through the gates of Heartslabyul, he noticed the usual shift in demeanor among his dormmates. Students standing idly by quickly straightened their postures, their conversations quieting as they noticed him. It was routine, of course—expected behavior from those under his jurisdiction—but it wasn’t something he’d ever given much thought to.
Prim, however, seemed to notice. She glanced around curiously as they passed a group of first-years who hurriedly bowed their heads in greeting.
“Good afternoon, Housewarden!” one of them called.
Prim blinked, slowing her steps slightly. “Housewarden?” she repeated, looking at Riddle.
He cleared his throat, feeling a faint warmth creep up his neck. “Yes,” he said stiffly. “I am the housewarden of Heartslabyul.”
Her eyes widened as the pieces seemed to fall into place. “Ohhh, that makes so much sense now!” she said, her voice light with realization. “No wonder everyone is so respectful around you. You’re in charge!”
Riddle frowned slightly, his usual composure slipping just a little. “It’s merely my duty,” he said, trying to downplay the significance.
Prim, however, seemed delighted. “That’s amazing, Riddle! You must be really good at what you do for them to listen to you like that.”
Her praise caught him off guard, and he quickly turned his attention back to the path, his face warming further. “It’s nothing remarkable. Let’s continue to my room.”
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When they reached his room, Riddle opened the door and stepped aside to let Prim in. She hesitated for a moment before walking in, clutching her books tightly.
“I’ve never been in a boy’s room before,” she said with a small giggle, glancing around.
Riddle stiffened, his hand tightening slightly on the doorknob. “It’s just a room,” he said quickly, closing the door behind them.
Prim wandered further inside, her eyes wide as she took in the neat, organized space. The room was larger than she had expected, with a tidy desk, bookshelves filled to the brim, and a large canopy bed. Everything was perfectly arranged, a reflection of Riddle’s meticulous nature.
“This is so nice!” she said, smiling as she turned to him. “It’s so... Riddle.”
He blinked. “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s so neat and organized,” she said, laughing lightly. “It just feels like you. I love it.”
Her laughter was high but not too loud often accompanied by a snort. It was infectious and Riddle found himself relaxing slightly.
Prim grinned, plopping herself onto the edge of the chair near his desk and opening her books. “Okay, ready to study?”
He nodded, pulling out a chair for himself and settling in beside her. “Let’s begin. You mentioned you were struggling with ingredient interactions?”
As they worked through the chapter, Riddle was surprised by how focused Prim was. Though she had trouble grasping some of the concepts at first, she listened intently to his explanations, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes.
Her enthusiasm was refreshing, and Riddle found himself genuinely enjoying the session.
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A knock at the door interrupted them just as Prim was beginning to understand a particularly tricky concept.
“Come in,” Riddle called, glancing up.
The door opened to reveal Trey, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies. He smiled when he saw them. “I thought you two might want a snack,” he said, placing the tray on the desk.
Prim’s eyes lit up. “Oh, wow! These look amazing!”
“They’re still warm,” Trey said with a chuckle. “Help yourselves.”
Prim picked up a cookie and took a bite, her eyes widening in delight. “These are so good!” she said, her voice muffled slightly by the cookie.
Riddle picked one up as well, though he was far more reserved in his reaction. “Thank you, Trey,” he said politely.
Trey turned to Prim, bowing his head slightly wearing a kind smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Trey, the vice housewarden of Heartslabyul.”
Prim sat up straight and returned his smile with one of her own. “Nice to meet you too! I’m Prim!”
Trey smiled knowingly, glancing between the two of them. “Well… Let me know if you need anything else,” he said before heading out.
As the door closed, Prim turned to Riddle, her smile as bright as ever. “Your dormmates are so nice. And these cookies? Best study snack ever.”
Riddle nodded, feeling a faint sense of pride in Heartslabyul’s hospitality. “Trey is an excellent baker,” he said.
Prim grinned, holding up her notebook. “And you’re an excellent teacher. I’m actually starting to get this now!”
Riddle looked at her, his expression softening. “You’re a quick learner,” he said. “You just needed someone to explain it in a way that made sense to you.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned forward slightly. “Thanks, Riddle. Really. You’re the best.”
His face warmed again, and he quickly turned back to the open book in front of him. “Let’s continue,” he said, his voice a little tighter than usual.
Prim giggled, taking another bite of her cookie before diving back into her notes.
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Riddle shifted in his chair, trying to focus on the textbook in front of him, but his thoughts kept wandering. It wasn’t the material that distracted him—he’d long since mastered the subject—but rather Prim, who was sitting just a little too close.
She was leaning forward slightly, her notebook open as she jotted down notes, the end of her pencil tapping lightly against her lip in thought. Her blonde curls framed her face in soft spirals, bouncing faintly with every movement. Her braces gleamed when she smiled, the colorful elastics drawing his attention in a way he didn’t expect.
When she spoke, her slight lisp added an unexpected charm to her words, her voice full of enthusiasm even as she struggled with the material.
Riddle frowned slightly, feeling a warmth creep up his neck. He wasn’t used to this—having someone so close, so lively, so...
He surprised himself when the thought crossed his mind: She’s kind of cute.
The realization made his stomach twist, and he quickly looked back at his book, his posture stiffening. Focus, Riddle, he scolded himself silently. You’re here to help her study, nothing more.
Still, it was difficult to ignore her presence, especially when she turned to him with that bright smile, her gratitude shining in her eyes.
When their study session ended, Prim packed up her books, her smile never fading. “Thank you so much, Riddle,” she said for what felt like the tenth time. “You’re seriously the best. I actually feel like I understand this now!”
“It was no trouble,” he replied, his voice clipped as he tried to maintain his composure.
Riddle walked her back to the gates, insisting on showing her the way in case she would get lost. Walking back they made a bit of small talk and Riddle could feel the stares. But he tried to ignore them, he was just walking his friend out.
Prim slung her bag over her shoulder, pausing when they arrived at the gates. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Thanks again!”
She waved cheerfully before walking back to her own dorm, leaving Riddle alone.
He let out a small breath, his shoulders relaxing. The session had gone well, but he couldn’t shake the strange fluttering sensation in his chest.
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Later, in the Heartslabyul lounge, Riddle sat with a book in hand, though his thoughts kept drifting back to Prim’s visit.
“Hey, Riddle!”
He looked up to see Trey and Cater approaching, both wearing knowing smiles.
“How did the study session go?” Trey asked casually, though there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.
“Was she nice? Fun? Cute?” Cater added, leaning in with a teasing grin.
Riddle frowned, not catching the implication. “It went well. She understood the material by the end, and she was very polite.”
Cater’s grin widened. “Oh, ‘polite,’ huh? That’s it?”
“She seemed... eager to learn,” Riddle continued, ignoring Cater’s tone.
Trey chuckled softly. “And you were okay with her being in your space? You usually don’t let just anyone into your room.”
Riddle hesitated, adjusting his tie. “She’s a friend,” he said finally. “It’s natural to help a friend, isn’t it?” Calling her a friend almost made him feel proud.
Cater exchanged a look with Trey, his grin turning sly. “Right. A ‘friend.’”
Before Riddle could respond, the lounge door burst open, and Ace and Deuce strolled in.
“Hey, Housewarden!” Ace called, plopping down on one of the couches. “We heard you had a guest today.”
Deuce looked confused. “Guest?”
“Yeah,” Ace said, smirking. “A girl.”
Riddle’s grip on his book tightened. “What of it?”
“C’mon, spill! Is she your girlfriend or something?” Ace asked, leaning forward with an exaggerated grin.
Riddle’s face turned red, and he slammed his book shut. “O-of course not!” he snapped, his voice sharp.
Ace burst out laughing, clearly enjoying himself. “Whoa, calm down! I was just asking.”
“She’s a friend, nothing more,” Riddle said firmly, glaring at Ace.
Deuce, sensing the tension, elbowed Ace. “Knock it off, Ace. You’re being rude.”
“What? I’m just curious!” Ace said, still grinning.
Riddle stood abruptly, his expression stern. “If you’re finished with your childish remarks, I have work to do.”
He strode out of the lounge, his cape billowing behind him, leaving the others behind.
Trey shook his head, though he was smiling faintly. “You pushed too hard, Ace.”
“Aw, come on,” Ace said, leaning back with a laugh. “You can’t blame me for asking. Did you see how flustered he got?”
Cater grinned. “I don’t know, Ace. Maybe he’s just new to this whole ‘having friends’ thing.”
“Or maybe,” Trey said with a small chuckle, “he’s starting to realize that having a friend like Prim might be a little more important to him than he thought.”
None of them noticed the faint blush creeping up Riddle’s ears as he listened just outside the door, his grip tightening on his book.
Missing Heartslabyul student panic, Ace part 1
Intro, part one,
In which Aria is missing and the Heartslabyul duo finds out she has disappeared and looks for her.
It was supposed to be just another night at NRC. Ace and Deuce sleeping at their dorm room with two other freshmen.
Ace got up from bed and couldn't sleep.
So, he decided to walk around the dorm, possibly headed to see if he could get a snack. While passing the hallways he hears someone shout in distress. It sounded like Aria; it was even coming in the direction of her dorm room. Ace didn't like the sound of that and rushed to her door.
Nothing, there was no more noise besides his hurried footsteps. Ace slowed down and made it to her bedroom door. Was she in trouble or just spooked by a pranking dorm mate.
He hesitated by the door.
'Ah, What the hell' he thought as he decided he would at least check to see if she's okay. If Aria wasn't in trouble, he could just play it off no sweat, he was up already regardless.
Ace knocked on Aria's door.
No answer
"Aria you there?"
No answer
He waited another minute.
Then he got tired of waiting and went inside. Didn't take him long to notice Aria wasn't there, her blankets tossed over a bit and her bedsheets a mess.
Aria clearly was using the bed earlier tonight. Ace was gonna text Aria next but then noticed she left her phone on her nightstand.
Ah shit
Aria had vanished and even left her phone behind.
Ace tried to recall what he heard Aria shout.
Panic sets in.
She had shouted "let me go!"
Ace left the room and tried looking for signs of a struggle outside of the room.
Nothing
'Maybe they knocked Aria out? Ugh this wasn't good at all.' Ace thought.
Ace searched around the dorm some more before taking a break in his dorm room exhausted.
What did Aria do that led to getting kidnapped?
But more importantly who dare kidnap Aria?
He grumbled again.
After over an hour of searching Ace has had it. However, he can't bring himself to end his search either despite running himself ragged internally while maintaining an air of nonchalance outwardly.
He has decided he can't suffer thru this alone as he returns to his room and proceeds to shake Deuce away.
"Huh what Ace!? what's going on?"
"I need it help finding Aria and deal with whoever took her" Ace stated
"Uh sure, do u see where she went?" Deuce asked
"No I didn't, if I did I wouldn't have bothered getting you to join me in finding her"
"oh. Any leads on where she could be?"
Ace groans and just tells him all he knew between hearing her shout "let me go" to someone, seeing the messy bed and the fact Aria's cell phone was left behind in her room.
Deuce paled upon hearing the news. Aria has been kidnapped and held against her will who knows where. He for sure isn't hesitating on lending a hand to go find Aria and beat her kidnapers till their faces are an unrecognizable bloody mess.
Deuce, once Ace finished telling him what he knew about Aria's disappearance rushed off to search all of Heartslabyul.
Ace runs after him, calling him a moron and a blockhead.
Thus the search for Aria continues.
Masterlist
Last edited/updated: March 24, 2025
Winter Night thoughts.
Yumi contemplates spending Christmas without the family she grew fond of back in the magic less world.
Tis was late at night, a few days before Christmas.
The hearth of Ramshackle longue was alight with a warm glow.
Not small bugs or critters scurried about Ramshackles halls.
Grim was snoring up a storm in the prefect's bed.
Yumi the perfect herself was downstairs nursing a cup of hot coco while sitting on one of the couches in Ramshackle's longue near the furnace.
She sighed heavily.
She looks towards her phone in a grimace.
So many texts and Christmas invitations she had refused littered her text history.
Yumi looks away from her phone and sighs again.
'I wonder how mom and dad are doing, not to mention my siblings back at home'
Home...
What a funny word.
So many tried to help Yumi find a 'home' in twisted wonderland, but none satisfied her.
Yumi misses her home back at the magic less world she grew up more than any of her friends could offer her. Nothing could replace her family and strong feelings of belonging that she possessed back there.
Yumi looked back at her phone and flipped thru her messages and sighed once more.
Whether she liked it or not someone was too stubborn and persistent that she ended up giving in and promising to join them for Christmas.
It was Professor Crewel. Apparently, she was related to him by blood. Yumi was not looking forward to it, perhaps she should've given in to Aria's invitation. At least then she could've avoided her blood related family for Christmas. Worried that they are trying to tie her down into this world, one she is determined to leave for her family and friends back in the magic less world whom she missed so much.
Then again, perhaps it's a good reason to spend Christmas with Professor Crewel's family. For this Christmas may be the only one they will get to enjoy with her if Yumi's plans succeed.
It wasn't like Crewel and his family were unkind or bad people. So, it wouldn't be a terrible Christmas if she spent it with them this year.
Yumi sighed.
'I should stop thinking negatively about this and just enjoy Christmas with them regardless of whether I'm staying or leaving twisted wonderland later'
Yumi got up from the couch and went to put out the furnace fire before placing her empty cup in the sink and heading upstairs.
'I wonder how different Christmas will be for me the rest of the year it's already been a wild ride of a winter break:
Yumi smiled.
It wasn't the most pleasant pass few weeks with the whole ordeal at Scrabia that occurred. However, the party afterwards at Scrabia followed by the one held at Ramshackle was delightful.
It was sweet having her friends that came to her rescue from Scrabia stay by her side for a bit longer even after confirming the danger was already dealt with.
Yumi wasn't expecting to have a party at Ramshackle with so many ppl some who were supposed to be away all winter break.
Ace, Deuce, and Aria.
Aria's mother was also there, and they managed to convince Lilia to stay for a while after he gave Yumi a Christmas letter. Oh, and how could she forget Silver. Lilia invited him to join in the Ramshackle party. Those two apparently decided to stay at Diasomnia during the winter break.
Apparently, the ghosts had decorated the dorm a tad for the holidays while Yumi was at Scrabia. Along with tending to NRCs fire fairies. Ramshackle also got a feast, one that Grim demanded from Crowley before the winter break had started.
It was a wonderful winter break so far and it's not over yet with Professor Crewel coming over tomorrow morning to pick Yumi up. Winter break and celebrating Christmas was yet to end for her. Yumi started to look forward to it once more.
She also hoped and wished all her friends in both worlds along with her family back in the magic less world a very merry and wonderful Christmas.
Yumi made it to her room and patted the head of the snoring Grim among her pillows with a soft smile.
She was not leaving him behind for Christmas. She managed to convince the professor to let Grim tag along for the trip.
Yumi yawns and stretches before heading back to bed.
Yes, this Christmas was gonna be different for her, but it was gonna be a wonderful time and a memory to cherish forevermore regardless of her apprehension prior to tonight.
List of OCS from Children of Laughter Twst Au
Yuzu - the yuusona of this Au.
Sian - childhood friend and older sister figure to Yuzu.
Anthe - (Sian's twin brother) he is also a laughter born fairy/pixie but is a tinker talent fairy unlike Sian.
'Prince' - he is a long time friend of Sian and Anthe. Sian teases him by nicknaming him 'my prince' just to mess with him when having to introduce her to new ppl. Prince is same age as Sian and Anthe. I haven't settled on a permanent name for this oc so until then I'm referring him as 'Prince'.
Charlotte - 9 year old human girl who lives in the village near Yuzu's cottage. Charlotte loves venturing to the cottage and playing games with Yuzu.
Yuzu's younger brother (he's like 12-13yrs old)
Yuzu's deceased parents.
Princes older Brother the current king of his hometown.
& Prince's parents
Sian and Yuzu's background
They live in a magical medieval fantasy world.
Recently before getting isekaied Yuzu lived in a cottage in the woods not to far off from a village settlement. Sian usually hangs out at a castle with her childhood friend 'Prince'.
Sian used to live in a hometown full of pixie fairies like her, think of pixie hollow and the Tinkerbell movies.
My point is Yuzu and Sian are actually in a more similar boat as Grim not knowing Holidays from Twisted wonderland.
Not to mention also being very outdated on technology and confused by them. Hell Ace on week one had to point out the light switch in Ramshackle, used it and surprised the two girls with the power of electric light sources.
So yeah these OCS are from a world of magic but not a modern world of magic unlike twisted wonderland.
Also pixie Fae from Sian & Yuzu's world are a tad different or at least the laughter born ones are. Sian being one of those fairies/pixies.
I think my OCS from this Au have experience or heard of generic seasonal festivals in their world.
Birthdays, mothers day, and father's day, will also exist in Sian's world.
Might need to further look into what holidays or celebrations their medieval fantasy world might hold, that includes any fairy related holidays like in one of the tinker bell movies.
So I'm probably gonna rewatch TinkerBell and the lost treasure. I wanna add that festival/event as something that is celebrated at Sian's hometown.
Missing Heartslabyul student panic, Deuce part 1
Intro, part 1
In which Aria is missing and the Heartslabyul duo finds out she has disappeared and looks for her.
It was supposed to be just another night at NRC. Ace and Deuce sleeping in their dorm room with two other freshmen.
Deuce woke up from a nightmare.
One where he failed to be the honor student he strives to be and has disappointed his mom.
He decided to go downstairs and get a drink. Hopefully it isn't against the Queen of Hearts rule to drink water in the middle of the night but considering the other drink and food related rules he vaguely remembered and heard it's possible he might be breaking another rule without realizing it again.
On his way back from the kitchen, still drinking what remains of his glass of water he hears something distressing.
It was a shout from a student in distress they sound panicked.
Did another student get caught by Riddle breaking the rules. No there wasn't any noise after that, and he was sure the shout wasn't Riddle shouting his signature spell.
He walked over to the area he thought the noise came from and knocked on a few doors. He first knocked on Aria's door but got no response.
He knocked on the next door as a disgruntled student swung the door open clearly grumpy from being woken up.
"What is it!?!"
"can't you see were all trying to sleep, what is so damn important to wake us up this late at night!?" Said the Heartslabyul student.
"I heard a shout come from here and thought someone was in trouble, I don't suppose that was you by chance" Deuce mentioned with a nervous voice as he scratched the back of his neck.
"It wasn't me it clearly came from that one-eyed girl, why don't you tell her to keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep" He grumbled before closing the door on Deuce.
Huh that's strange if Aria was the one who shouted, why didn't she answer the door earlier. Maybe she's still half asleep or perhaps she didn't hear him knock.
Deuce goes back to Aria's door and tries knocking again.
No answer
He tries again.
No answer
Deuce finishes drinking the glass of water still in his hand.
'Should I go in?'
"Hey Aria, it's me Deuce may I come in?"
No answer
Maybe she fell back asleep.
Deuce then proceeds to return his glass of water to the kitchen.
Deuce after returning the empty glass realized. When's the last time he heard Aria shout at all? Maybe during the last overblot.
Hm perhaps this was serious.
Deuce walks back to Aria's door and knocks again.
"Aria are you in there?"
No answer.
Deuce sighs.
"I'm coming in please don't punch me. I'm just worried about the shout I heard from ya earlier" Deuce explained.
Still no answer.
Deuce opens the door slowly. Looks like the door was unlocked, did Aria forget to lock it. She was the only girl sorted into Heartslabyul so Riddle gave her a room to herself since it be against the rules for boys and girls to sleep in the same room and had even made sure Aria's door had a lock on it.
Deuce slowly walks into the room and closes the door behind him.
"Aria you there I heard your shout earlier. Is everything alright?" Deuce said quietly with a tinge of fear and doubt in his voice.
"Aria?' he called out once more.
He made it to her desk and turned on the lamp. Looking at the bed it didn't take long to realize she was not here. Her bed looks like a mess.
'What could have happened to Aria between the shouting and now?'
Back in Ace and Deuce's dorm room.
He left the bedroom and tried looking around for any sight of her before returning to his room.
"Ace! Ace wake up! I think something terrible has happened"
Deuce said as he was shaking Ace awake from their bed.
"Ugh wat time is it? what do you mean by something terrible happen are you sure you're not imagining things or overreacting again Deuce"
"It's [insert time between 3am and 7am here], could you please just help me look for her?"
"Ugh... her? which one are you referring to?"
"Aria, I heard her shout something and she's gone. I'm worried she's seriously missing" Deuce
Really Deuce got him up just because Aria made a loud noise that spooked him and can't find her.
Sighs
"what's in it for me?"
"Huh?"
"I'm not gonna help ya look for a wandering student for you without getting something out of it, so again what's in it for me?"
"uh?" Deuce scratched the back of his head.
"I dunno maybe a [insert bribe, favor or chores to do in Ace's stead here]"
"Man. You're really antsy about this, fine I'll do it but only cause you owe me one" Ace replied.
The two proceeded to search all over Heartslabyul dorm with no luck.
Deuce sighs in relief as the two of them leave their bedroom off to search for Aria.
"Man, this is a drag are you sure she's missing it's not like she's been gone for that long right?" Ace whined.
Deuce scratched the back of his head.
"I dunno I really don't think she leave so suddenly after a shout like that, without it being something serious"
"Well whether she's gone serious or not I don't think we will find her around the dorm anytime soon" Ace mentions.
"Yeah, I wonder where she could be? Oh I know what about Ramshackle!"
"Sure, we can check their next as long as you don't mind waking up that Grumpy cat and incurring Yuu's wrath" Ace said.
And thus the one braincell Heartslabyul duo leaves the dorm and heads to Ramshackle.
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Last updated/edited: March 24, 2025
Dreaming once more in a field of flowers.
A fanfiction one shot where Aria and Silver meet in a dream.
Warning: book 7 spoilers for EN.
A lone girl sat in a large field of flowers the Rose castle can be seen in the distance not to far off.
The girl quietly hummed to herself as she makes a crown of flowers using some in the field she sat in.
Approaching footsteps could be heard behind her.
"I know your there Silver" she said.
Silver the boy who was behind her flinched back a little, his eyes going wide. He didn't expect the girl to accurately tell who he was with her back facing him.
"I'm amazed you knew who I was without looking back. Your skills are impressive" Silver replied.
"It's not that impressive really, if this was the waking world I'd have no idea who you were from ur footsteps approaching me alone" Aria, the girl responded.
"Your lucid dreaming?" Silver asked
"Partially, I'm aware I'm dreaming. I'm also aware your not a part of my dream and are just visiting mine. However I'm not able to fully control the dream only alter my appearance and my role in this dream along with a few other things" Aria explained
She then patted the spot next to her.
"Come sit with me unless your planning to leave this dream for another" Aria offered.
Silver hesitates briefly before ultimately deciding to sit beside her.
Silver eyes wide. Upon hearing the familiar voice in the distance fast approaching.
"Oy Aria! Oy!..." Mumbles "where could that blasted girl be now?"
Silver gets up and grabs his sword. Aria immediately pulls the hand away from his weapon
"Don't"
Silver looks back at her questioningly. While the figure General Lilia Vanrouge is walking up to them only 10 feet away.
"There you are Melanor was looking for you and started making a fuss when she couldn't find you" Vanrouge stated.
Then he tensed upon closer examination of the boy next to Aria. Suddenly Silver was pinned against a nearby Tree Vanrouges mage arm against his neck.
"What is he doing here?" Vanrouges hissed venom dripping from his voice.
"Stand down General, this man here means me no harm" Aria stated. He eyes never straying away from the flower crown she was making in her lap.
Vanrouge lowers his weapon and takes a step back and turns around to stare at Aria.
"You'd be a fool to let down your guard so easily Ari" Vanrouge stated.
Aria hummed in response and turned to look into Lilia Vanrouges eyes her expression unreadable.
"Are you saying I shouldn't give my own brother the benefit of a doubt just for merely being not of full Fae blood?" Aria confronted crossing her arms and looking directly at Lilia upset.
Lilia Vanrouge's eyes widen in response.
"You couldn't mean to say this boy is related to you surely" he insisted.
"Are you calling me a liar? No I meant what I said this boy is family and he decided to hangout with me during my day off. Now leave us be I'll return to the castle later. Tell Melanor I'm busy attending to family matters if you must"
Aria replying
Lilia groans and signs before relenting on arguing with Aria further.
"Melanor will be upset but I will inform you that your busy spending your free time with family" Lilia replied.
"thank you Vanrouge, you may leave us be now" Aria replied.
Lilia Vanrouge started to leave but places a hand on Silver's shoulder.
"Any harm comes to her, and you won't be just tasting my blade boy" he warned in a low voice before disappearing with other red sparkles remaining before they to faded away.
"What job were the two of you discussing about?" Silver inquired about.
"ah that"
Aria then proceeded to move hair behind one of her eyes revealing pointy Fae ears.
"How i could've sworn-"
"there are fake"
"What?"
Aria sighed "were in a dream remember, you are correct my ears are not pointy in the waking world. However, in this dream I'm currently a pure blood Bat Fae version of myself rather than the Half Fae that I am in reality" She explained
"oh"
"Right now, I'm currently the hand maiden or lady of waiting that attends to Princess Malanor Draconia and it's my day off but that doesn't really matter considering this is all a dream." Aria elaborated further.
Aria then gets up from her spot in the field of flowers and approaches silver. Then she casts magic as she floats and places the finished flower crown on his head before gently landing back on the ground.
"It looks good on you"
Silver blinks and places a hand on the flower crown that now adorn his head.
"It seems you have a lot of questions on your mind feel free to ask I don't mind" Aria encouraged.
"I- yes I do have questions"
Aria waited staring back up at him.
"How come your dreaming of Lilia as a war general, what's your relation to him?"
"ah that, I know what I know because I remember a past that never was, . . . a past that I miss but wouldn't would sacrifice again for a chance at a brighter future one not plagued with overblots destroying all lives in Twisted Wonderland"
Silver just continued to stare at her his confusion only growing. Unsure what to make of the girls words.
Aria glanced back at Silver after sitting down working on another flower crown.
"In the past that never was I was a student in NRC like now, however in that past I was the same year as Malleus and Lilia rather than being in the same year as Sebek." Aria explained
"Did Lilia tell you of his days as a general during this?" Silver asked
Aria frowned "not at first it took a while, but he did eventually tell me, and I'm beyond grateful to have been informed of his past before that one night"
Silver was about to open his mouth to ask but Aria hold her hand up to tell him to keep quiet.
"I will not elaborate on the matter further" she stated.
"If you really knew Fa- Lilia in this past, how about me?" Silver asked unsure if he wanted the answer to this question that weighed on his mind.
The girl sighed "it be stranger if I didn't but yes, I do recall spending time with you in the past that no longer exists"
Silver held his breathe before speaking up once more.
"We're we friends?" He asked.
The girl just hummed in response before speaking up once more.
"I recall having to text Lilia informing him on your whereabouts whenever I caught you sleeping on school grounds but only the times when I failed to wake you up"
"I see" silver responded deciding to let his question go unanswered. Maybe it was better that way. He wouldn't know how to feel if he heard they weren't on the best of terms in a past he couldn't recall assuming she was telling the truth or at the least fully believed in the tales she was telling him just now.
Silver sat back down beside her. Asking for more tales of her past at NRC specifically the ones where he was a 3rd year like father unlike the reality they lived in currently outside of the dream.
It was strange hearing her talk about events that did occur the last 2 years at NRC like she really was there instead of being a Freshmen at Night Raven College she currently was.
However, it wasn't unpleasant just strange for some of her tales felt real or at least somewhat believable.
Children of Laughter
Twisted wonderland AU, fanfiction
Prologue: Before NRC orientation
The loud noises of crunching leaves could be heard as Yuzu walked through the forest on this late and cold afternoon. The autumn leaves falling all around her alongside the cold breeze of the wind.
She glanced down at the heavy paper bag full of groceries she was holding onto with both hands.
Her short blonde hair blowing in the wind along with the few silver strands of hair on a small portion of her bangs, on her right side.
She also had right behind that silver bangs a portion of silver hair behind that. It was like a silver strip of hair both on her bangs and backside of her head.
Yuzu looked back up from the bag of groceries. As she saw the girl not much older than her just further ahead. One whom she saw as a older sister figure in her life.
Yuzu - "Sian, wait up!"
As Yuzu said this the taller girl ahead of her had stopped walking in response. The taller girl's long wavy dark brown hair brushed against her backside.
More notably against the long black cloak she wore that reached her ankles. The taller girl turned to face Yuzu as a long braided strand whipped around that land on top of Sian's shoulder.
The taller girl huffed and looked straight into Yuu's eyes. Sian's dark purple eyes staring right into Yuzu's acorn brown eyes.
Sian - "sorry dear"
Sian stands still waiting as she lets the shorter girl Yuzu catch up to her, staying just 3 steps behind Sian.
"thank you big sister" Yuzu replied
Sian was also holding a paper bag full of groceries as well in her arms. The two girls then proceeded to walk once more.
"I'm surprised you were that far behind me"
Yuzu just chucked a bit embarrassed in response. Sian raised a eyebrow noticing the bashful expression on Yuzu's face.
"Do I dare ask what slowed you down this time?" Sian questioned.
Yuzu immediately shakes her head violently. She rather not tell Sian and get another lecture on being easily distracted by her surroundings once more. Though she is aware Sian is just concerned for her.
The two girls stopped walking once more. They stood in front of a dirt road looking towards another forest path up ahead.
Sian looks both ways across the dirt road before ultimately crossing it with Yuzu following closely behind her still.
In the middle of crossing the road they both suddenly hear the sounds of horses alongside the clanking metal of a carriage.
Sian turns to Yuzu, her eyes wide as Yuzu turns towards the sound of the carriage coming straight towards them on their right.
Unfortunately, the carriage didn't show any signs of slowing down and before the two could move out of the way they got knocked out by the horses pulling the carriage.
Unknowingly to the two girls the carriage had whisk them away to another world.
Their grocery bags destroyed its contents now littering the dirt road with no other signs of what had just occurred by the magical carriage.
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Post last updated/edited: May 10th, 2025
Lovely snippet
Little Pal With Paws
Synopsis: The ways Grim is a little sweetie and shows he cares <3
Grim who, despite complaining, always helps with chores.
Grim who eyes you as he scarfs down his food just to make sure you're eating too.
Grim who defends his 'hench-human' when people talk bad about them, even when his paws are shaking.
Grim who wakes up in the middle of the night to see you still not in bed and grumpily drags you there.
Grim who cries when you get sent to the infirmary after an overblot and sits by your side till you wake up.
Grim who crawls into your arms at night when he notices you having a nightmare.
Grim who sits on your shoulders like a scarf when it's cold saying 'it's to warm himself,' but his flaming ears are positioned right next to your chilled nose and cheeks.
Grim who glares at anyone looking at you funny or that he gets bad vibes from.
Grim who stares menacingly at your guest when you leave the room before grilling them to see if they're worthy of being friends with his hench-human. (They're already friends with not only the prefect but grim? Doesn't matter.)
Grim who bursts into the infirmary nearly inconsolable when you get sick. He leaves your side to go to classes when he's reminded of your enrollment situation. He doesn't care too awfully much about his attendance, but yours?
Grim who, once finding out about your birthday, tells the ghosts and with their help gathers all your friends for a surprise party.
Grim who makes crayon drawings of the two of you and the ghosts.
Grim who sees you as his only family.
Grim who is and forever will be always by your side.
Grim. Our dearest little pal who's always on our side.
We'll be there on yours too bud. Forever and always.
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thoughts on twst-character-(not yuu)-isekai where they come back before the first overblot after having seen everyone die to grim's overblot, and trying to prevent it all from happening by stopping every overblot? (BIG on kalim doing this because of that one fic that turned oasis maker into a one time wish + only housewarden who hasn't overblotted and has adequate reason to want to save EVERYONE), maybe w/ some repercussions like accumulating blot as an aftermath of stopping the emotional breakdowns cause because it's literally changing the past which is something fate doesn't condone
SIDE NOTE: ending where kalim overblots as a result of rewriting the past and/or dies, or faces some sort of bad ending by fate (isekaied into yuu's world, looses his memories of everyone, made a deal with fate to turn back time and save everyone for the price for his own life, dissolves into golden glitter at the end fairy tale hero style)