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Hello twisted wonderland fandom. 👋 I just thought it should be known that for a write contest I did I practically just made Twst fanfiction. Thank you for listening have a good day. 🫶

P.s. if you are interested in seeing what they are then comment, I’ll post them if someone asks

Have this:

While planning out the Twining Fates fic, I realized I actually need to pick a point in the timeline, so that's left me with an interesting dilemma

Ortho's featured, so for reasons relating to that it needs to be post book 6, so I've got two options

Between book 6 and book 7

Post book 7

Pros of between 6/7

I know all the story up to that point in DETAIL

Cons of between 6/7

Nothing major, just might miss out on interesting bits I could write

Pros of being post 7

Very handily gets Malleus' magic Out Of The Way

Accidentally made Aster parallel Malleus and I think it'd make for some very nice moments

Signature-spell-related shenaniganery that I can't talk about at this time

Cons of being post 7

........I play on EN and I'm trying not to spoil myself more than I already have

If it is post-7 I might just avoid the details and handwave anything I get wrong

Thank you TWST fandom now I can actually properly work on outlining. This project ended up being much bigger than I intended oops. I just have to decide when Things Take Place. It's either going to be between books 6 and 7 or post-7 and I can't choose which

Hello TWST fandom I am enlisting your aid

I need to separate the following characters into duos for the sake of a project (temporary roommates). Which ones would you duo up and why

Ace

Ortho

Vil

Kalim

Jack

Leona

Jade

Floyd

Can range from "I think they'd make a good pair in an emergency" to "It's actually feasible they'd be willing to share a dorm room for a few days" to "I just think it'd be funny"

Hello TWST fandom I am enlisting your aid

I need to separate the following characters into duos for the sake of a project (temporary roommates). Which ones would you duo up and why

Ace

Ortho

Vil

Kalim

Jack

Leona

Jade

Floyd

Can range from "I think they'd make a good pair in an emergency" to "It's actually feasible they'd be willing to share a dorm room for a few days" to "I just think it'd be funny"

I love writing fanfic because sometimes the characters just do what they want without my input. I certainly didn't intend for Lilia and Jade to be scheming together, and yet here they are. This is certainly not a nightmare duo that will cause problems on purpose, not at all

WHO DID THIS TO YOU?

First Years/Prefect Romantic Poly (Deuce Centric)

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The Prefect knew that their lovers were going to raise hell when they finally got back from club.

Grim was going to raise hell.

There was going to be a lot of hell raising going on and the Prefect didn’t really know what to do about it or really if they should.

It wasn’t like they liked pain. They were a normal, everyday kind of person that tried their best to avoid it. And they weren’t so altruistic that they wanted to start a fight with their lovers to protect the assholes that had hit them.

But well…their lovers could take it a bit far.

Sevens, any of their friends would take it far and it was a miracle that they managed to get back to Ramshackle without anyone else seeing them in this state.

The last time someone had laid a hand on them – and they had tried to fight back, really! But the Octavinelle student was like, twice their size! Bigger than Floyd even! – Sebek had nearly killed the guy and it was only Malleus pulling strings and Lillia making points of Crowley not protecting his students to get their half-fae off with just a month of detention and no criminal record.

Unfortunately they weren’t exactly in a state capable of hiding what had been done and they wouldn’t lie to their lovers like that anyway.

They just wished they could break it to them a little easier and with forewarning. Trying to message them, though, or call would cause the same kind of panic either way, though, so there was nothing they could do but wait.

The Prefect was just starting to work themself up into a fit of anxiety when they heard the front door open.

“Anata?” Deuce’s voice called from the entrance as they heard him shuffling around to toe off his shoes and set his track bag down near the closet to take back with him to Heartslabyul later.

“Aa, welcome back Deuce.” They managed, standing from the sofa and shifting nervously, glad that at least they had had time to change out of the bloody clothes.

“Practice ended a little early. Jack is on his way he just had to-…” Deuce froze when he stepped into the lounge and caught sight of them, the water bottle in his hand clattering to the floor.

The Prefect winced slightly at the horror and anguish that was quickly giving way to guilt in their lover’s sea blue eyes, hating that even more than anything else.

“I’m alright, it’s just…” but they let their words trail off as the other took numb steps to meet them before ever so gently reaching his hands to cup their face.

He touched them like they were made of glass as his eyes traveled over the already darkening black eye and the split lip that had only just minutes ago stopped bleeding. There were other bruises and scrapes – one on their jaw and another on their cheek bone on the same side as the black eye – but those were the worst.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered, his brow furrowed and broken in a way that the Prefect hated hearing.

Hated the guilt laced liberally throughout and how they always seemed to be a cause of pain for their lovers simply because they weren’t able to protect themselves against the students that saw them as an insult and weak target.

They were a weak target.

They were weak and magicless and didn’t even belong in that world.

It wasn’t surprising that they were a target.

But they wished they were able to at least protect themselves enough to not cause the people they cared about to hurt as if they felt every hit on their own body instead.

Words caught in their throat and they swallowed thickly, trying to push back the tears. They hadn’t cried when they had been thrown to the ground or when they had to cover their head to protect from the vicious kicks. Tears would have only made it worse and they didn’t want to give that kind of satisfaction to the assholes.

Deuce watched them struggling, watched them try to blink away the tears unsuccessfully and how their split lip trembled as they tried to find their voice through the pain and helplessness they clearly still felt.

His expression hardened, eyes narrowing and teeth gritting as a snarl pulled on his lips.

His voice was just as soft as moments before but now it was shaky in a barely contained rage that they could feel through his trembling fingers still oh so gently cupping their face.

“Who did this to you?”

They told him.

Deuce’s eyes flashed and he leaned forward to press the softest of kisses against their forehead, a silent promise.

“Jack will be home in a minute. Lock the door behind me.” He said before turning and storming out, hands already clenched into fists and prepared to return every bruise on their Prefect with ten of his own.

The Prefect watched him go, didn’t try to stop him as they knew it was pointless. Instead they closed the door like Deuce said and locked it before pulling out their phone and texting Ace and Sebek. They would be the closest ones to be able to find Deuce the fastest and hopefully prevent the worst as their lover was planning on taking on a fight of three on his own.

Hopefully Ace and Sebek would be able to get there before Deuce killed anyone.

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Hi guys, hope you liked it. I was inspired by THIS and had to write this up real fast. It's not beta'd or anything so please ignore any mistakes ^_^'. Tell me what you think. <3

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 3,474

Relationships: Silver & Lilia Vanrouge | Silver & Riddle Rosehearts, Silver & Sebek Zigvolt, Silver & Vil Schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge & Kalim Al-Asim

Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, 4+1 Things, Fluff, Father-Son Relationship, literally when the whole team got no clue that lilia is a father and silver is his son

Summary:

“Silver and Lilia seem to have a really close bond,” Riddle notes. Before Riddle opens his mouth to speak again, his eyes meet with Malleus, who chuckles once more, but now, it just sounded like he was holding in a laugh.

“Yes,” replies Malleus, glancing back to the spirited duo afar: Silver talking animatedly while Lilia listens, interjecting a few comments energetically. A small, soft smile forms on Malleus. “Indeed, they do seem extremely close.”

Lilia and Silver's oddly familial bond through the eyes of Night Raven College students.

i forgot to promo this on tumblr so here it is!!!! even if it's been. three months since i posted this fic oops. i just love lilia and silver and their silly yet heartwrenching father-son relationship!!!!

this is a fic written for the Twisted Wonderland Gotcha for Gaza on Twitter! check out the other works of art under this gotcha, and please remember to keep being the voice for the oppressed and advocate for their lives so they and their stories may live on for generations to come 🇵🇸🍉

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

This is a sneak peek for a fic I'm writing lol

Plot: It's just Mulan (1998) but with some story and character changes. Yuu/MC is Mulan and so on and so on. I haven't fully figured out who would be Shang in this but I know it's between Silver and Sebek as Malleus is the Emperor in this fic. Anyway, enough of my ramblings...

For Honor

Prologue

Splat

Splat

Splat

The guard notices the ink dripping down the walls, ink so dark you could see your reflection in it. If you are a fool, you wouldn’t think twice about it.

“Help” he yells alerting the others standing watch.

“We’re under attack!” Suddenly a rush of ink came crashing down and tried to drown the watchmen. In their dying breaths, they lit fires alerting the land that they were now here.

RTC TWST Before Reading

The prologue has been posted and since I don't know how to work AO3 I made the story mature (If anyone wants to correct me feel free to)

I don't know if my tags are enough but hopefully they are.

(Pray I don't get the AO3 author's curse)

The prologue is short, but the other chapters will be longer trust me :sob:

Link below the cut

"Burnt Waffles" -Malleus Draconia

"FOR SEVENS SAKE-"

Well that wasn't something you wanted to hear at 3 in the am. Especially not when it was a weekend and all you wanted to do was sleep in for once. But alas, it seems trouble has a knack for finding you at any hour of the day, no matter how atrocious that hour may be.

Slipping out of bed you trudged down the stairs to the kitchen, where the unclaimed angry shout had made its debut. Was it a good idea to walk towards unknown voices in the middle of the night, no. However this was far from the oddest thing to happen to you, and 9 times out of 10 whatever happened was the result of a ghost.

What you didn't expect however was to find a familiar mop of black hair by the kitchen counter, adorned with an even more familiar set of horns. What was even more unexpected (and much more concerning) was the cloud of smoke that was slowly filling the room.

"Malleus, wha-"

"I don't know what you want from me but release my pastry from your iron constraints this instant you infernal thing!"

You had to hold back a fit of laughter, watching the fae on your kitchen continue to hurl insults at the machine in front of him. Malleus Draconia, the prince of briar valley and one of the top mages of the world, had been thwarted by your waffle maker.

"Malleus, what are you doing." You giggled, alerting him of your presence behind him.

"Oh, good morning child of man." Malleus said, turning his head away from the torched waffle to look at you. "I would have thought you would sleep in more this morning."

"Well I might have, however the verbal assault on the waffle maker were to hard to ignore." Malleus's ears flushed a bright red, joining the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

"Nothing it doesn't deserve I assure you." He said indignantly, crossing his arms to emphasize his point, "No matter what I do to it, it refuses to cooperate with me!"

You strode over to stand next to him, sidestepping the mysterious ingredient spills on the tiled floor.

"You have to turn it first before you try opening it." Demonstrating, you gripped the handle and effortlessly opened the maker, cringing slightly at the intense burnt smell that hit your nose.

"Oh, I see." He said quietly, watching you pry the black brick out and throw it into the garbage.

"You want to try making another one, now that you know how to use this properly?" You asked, looking up at him with a small smile on your face.

The fae let out a hum, feeling a smile of his own tug at his lips.

"I would enjoy that very much."

You were later told the reason he had been in your kitchen so early was because he wanted to surprise you with breakfast, and had actually been there much earlier just trying to get a batter together (He had been nearly defeated earlier by trying to crack the eggs into the bowl without sending it into the wall.)

As much as you valued your sleep, there was little you would trade for the time you spent making waffles together with Malleus that morning, watching the sunlight stream through the windows as you shared the plate of waffles in the lobby and leaving the mess in the kitchen for a later time.

Sometimes, you just need to be held

Summery: After a rough day, all you wanted to do was hide away in the dorm and forget about it all. However, your lovely significant other decided to try and cheer you up.

Character: Deuce Spade

Word Count: 896

Genre: Comfort (slight angst to fluff)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Warnings: none

A/N: This was originally a gift for one of my friends because they were feeling down and I wanted to cheer them up. They loved it and have allowed me to share it with all of you as well. I hope you find some comfort from this fic if your not having the best day 💛💙

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Everything that could have gone wrong that day, went wrong. The potion in Crewels class had blown up because some cat-looking direbeast decided that it needed more silverfish scales which resulted in a lengthy makeup process. The homework was forgotten in a locker, which resulted in an awkward explanation to Trein as to where it was. He did let you go back and get it much to some relief, but Lucius seemed to judge you for the entire class period. You had gotten smacked by a badly thrown magicshift disc which resulted in a nurse trip, missed lunch because of said accident, and had nearly been ragdolled around by a very excited Floyd who decided he wanted to mess with you at that very minute. Your savior at that moment had been Jade who dragged his protesting twin back to the lounge to finish his shift.

The unbirthday party hadn't gone much better. The pastries for the unbirthday party had been overcooked cause Ace wasn't watching the timer and Trey had to step in, a can of red paint had been accidently dropped on your head while in uniform by a clumsy second year student, and to top it off the hedgehogs had somehow gotten free from their enclosure and you were forced to fetch them or risk Riddle slapping a coller on you. Needless to say you didn't enjoy that days unbirthday party even after the chaos had calmed down, and not once during that day had you gotten any glimpse of Deuce, the one person you wanted to see the most.

Walking through the doorway of Ramshackle, you let out a sigh, and allowed the tears that you'd been holding back the whole day to fall. So much chaos and so many problems to solve in such a small amount of time, you were completely drained both physically and mentally. Slipping your shoes off and placing them in the dorms shoeracks, you made your way up the creaking stairs to your room so you could remove the paint stained uniform to wash it, as well as take a shower to remove the remaining paint from your hair. Cater had been nice enough to try and get as much paint out as possible, but there wasn't much he could do.

One shower later, you changed into clean casual clothing and walked back downstairs to throw the dirtied uniform into the washing machine. The second you did so there was a knock at the door. Some part of you didn't want to answer it. The day has been rough enough, and whoever was at the door probably wanted something from you. You'd bet ten thaumarks that it was Crowley on your doorstep with another threat 'gracious offer' that you couldn't refuse. Regardless you went up to the door, took a deep breath to reel in any patience and sanity you had left in you, and opened the door.

Your eyes widened when you saw a very familiar blue-haired freshman standing in front of the door, still in his uniform and complete with a sheepish expression and his hands behind his back.

"Hi, I um…I heard from Grim that you had a bit of a rough day, so I brought you these." He pulled his hands out from behind his back, presenting you with your favorite pastry and your favorite drink. "I found one of the pastries left over from the unbirthday party and figured you might want it."

It took a solid few seconds of shock before you snapped back to what he was saying to you.

"Oh! Sorry, uh, yeah it's been an…interesting day to say the least. You can come in if you want." Deuce nodded before slipping past you into the dorm, kicking off his shoes in the doorway before heading further in. You stood there staring in front of you for a minute, feeling a smile cross your face. He had remembered your favorite things, and he brought them in an attempt to cheer you up.

Shutting the door behind you, you followed his footsteps into the dorm, coming into the lounge to see him set the items on the coffee table in front of the couch. He turned to face you when you stepped in, offering a much more affectionate smile.

"I don't know if this will make you feel any better per say, and I know I'm not rb best at making people feel better but I could at least try to help, if you'd have me." You stepped forward towards him until you were close enough to draw him into your arms, pulling him as close as you possibly could, plopping your head onto his shoulder. He stiffened for a minute in surprise, but soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head now resting on the top of your head.

"You just being here is enough Deuce. I just want someone to hold for a little while if that's okay." You said, your speech muffled into his jacket. You felt his toned arms tighten around you further and felt him let out an affectionate huff.

"Don't worry, I'll be here as long as you need, I promise."

There was a note on your locker.

And it wasn't even close to being hidden. It was dead smack in the middle of the door for the world to see. Clearly this person had the confidence of the seven themselves or they really didn't have anything to hide within the contents of said letter.

That being said, upon closer inspection, there was no name on it to indicate who sent it. There was nothing on the front of the envelope besides your name, which was elegantly scrawled across the middle of the blank space in dark purple ink. Despite the bold action of smacking it dead on the outside of the locker, there was still the fact that whoever it was didn't want you to know who sent it to you, at least not yet. Maybe it was a kind of scavenger hunt? Or maybe they weren't ready to tell you just yet, summoning courage behind closed doors and fake facades until they had enough saved up for a burst of adrenalized determination.

You peeled the letter off the locker, carefully sliding it into your bag to read later. The letter practically burned a hole in your thoughts as you walked to your next class. You wanted to discover the contents of the letter as soon as possible, but Crewel would have your hide if you were late to another one of his classes. The investigation would have to wait.

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You practically ran back to Ramshackle when classes were over, ignoring Ace’s question of whether he could possibly cheat off study with you in favor of starting your investigation sooner. Hurridly taking your shoes off at the door you slid into the dorm, making a beeline for your room and brushing past the disgruntled cat roommate. Once you reached said room you closed the door with your foot and threw your bag onto the bed, opening it to fish out the letter. If you were going to start your investigation, reading the contents would be the best start.

Breaking the seal on the envelope, the slip of paper was carefully pulled out and flipped open with a snap. It read:

Dear Prefect,

I will make it clear up front that this letter is not to be shown to anyone else. While I'm sure your curious as to who the sender of this letter is and want all the help you can get, I believe you will find the end result much more satisfying if solved by yourself. Think of it as a scavenger hunt of sorts. Please fight off the temptation to do so the best you can.

At the end of every two days a new letter will appear in your locker, each with a different clue or clues that should allow you to deduct who I am. The end result, should you solve the puzzle, will be one that I believe you will enjoy. I eagerly await your efforts.

-Anonymous

Well, that didn't help much, save for the fact the letter sounded suspiciously formal. Either this was truly how the sender wrote letters, or it was one heck of a ploy to throw you off. Regardless the letter was well crafted, the sender being clever enough to leave enough clues to get a start.

Hints:

-Elegant handwriting

-purple ink

-formal tone

Now came the harder part: narrowing down the suspects. There wasn't much to go off of, but perhaps waiting for the next letter would provide better points in the right direction.

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Feel free to leave your ideas on who it could be in the comments or in reblogs :>

Masterlist

Tags I use for my page:

Snappit Yaps: Usually Headcannons or other takes and ideas I have. Also includes my chaotic nonsense posts.

Snappit Artistry: anything art related that I've posted.

Snappit Writes: Any larger writing pieces I've posted.

Written stories:

Twisted Wonderland:

Each Other's Better Half- Part 1

The Hunt for a Break- 2023 Halloween Collab

(other parts coming soon)

Heartslabyul:

Why You Don't Climb Flagpoles- Ace Trappola

Sometimes You Just Need To Be Held- Deuce Spade

Savannaclaw:

Octavinelle:

To Catch An Eel...Accidentally- Floyd Leech

Scarabia:

Pomefiore:

Messenger Arrows- Rook Hunt

Ignihyde:

Diasomnia:

When Fae Sleep on the Ceiling

Burnt Waffles- Malleus Draconia

Obey me:

(coming soon)

Voltron:

(Coming soon)

Why you don't climb flagpoles

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Word count: 1158

Warnings: None

Genre: Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Ace Trappola

Headcannon: If there was a flagpole on campus, he has definitely climbed it to prove a point or because of a dare, or both. They had to get Trey to get him down because he got stuck halfway up the pole and swore that he didn’t need help. They finally went to get the third year because Ace got hella tangled in the cord and finally admitted defeat.

A/N: I struggled with the ending, but I think it came out okay :>

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“Ace get down you can’t do it.”

“YOUR JUST JEALOUSSSS!”

“DON’T MAKE ME CALL TREY!”

That exact sentence was what made you stop in your tracks. Normally when you heard the sounds of certain first years causing questionable trouble you would check to make sure they weren’t going to die before moving on with your day. However, the threat of calling an upperclassman told you this wasn’t a scheme to steal Riddles tarts under his nose and inevitably get caught. In short, nothing that would be easy to explain or easy to resolve.

With a sigh, you turned your steps towards the back-and-forth bickering that came from the general direction of the sports field, Grim following close on your heels and complaining about the detour that definitely didn’t lead to him getting his tuna faster. Thank the seven school was done for the day, as the chances of you coming to the rescue of your friends lessened whenever the time limits of classes loomed over your heads. But you also had to wonder if there was even a day that could go by before one of two potential troublemakers landed themselves in questionable positions.

You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when the duo came into view, maybe Ace had climbed a tree too high and got stuck, but it definitely wasn’t the sight of said redhead doing an ungraceful shimmy up the school’s flagpole. To your further astonishment, Deuce was standing at the bottom of the pole, his active attempts to follow his friend being stopped by Cater who was also filming the whole thing.

“What in the seven are you doing?” You shouted, catching the attention of the present Heartslabyul students as you approached. Deuce turned his head to face you, stopping his scrabbling attempts to attach himself to the pole.

“Ace is going to get himself killed.” He said, pointing upwards towards the ever-higher climbing first year.

“Deuce bet me twenty thaumarks that I couldn’t climb to the top of the flagpole!” Ace retorted from his perch, sticking his tongue out at his friend before continuing his ascent. Cue the sweatdrop on Deuce when he saw the look of what-the-hell on your face.

“In my defense, I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

“When has Ace not taken dares seriously,” Grim said, crossing his paws and glaring at the first year. You had to hold back on stating that the cat monster was no better than he was, putting a hand over your face to stop him from cluing in on your eye roll.

“Cater let me go he’s gonna get himself hurt if someone doesn’t go after him!” Deuce struggled against the hold Cater had on the collar of his uniform to no avail.

“Sorry Deuce! We can’t have two underclassmen risking broken limbs at the same time.” Cater said, throwing a smile toward his classmate. “Riddle would have my head if I didn’t stop at least one of you.”

“So why are there no attempts being made to stop Ace from getting any higher than he is?” You questioned, watching as he slipped a foot down the pole before regaining his grip.

“I mean, it would be kinda pointless not to let him at least try to get to the top at this point tbh. Plus, this is good content for Magicam!” Cue the frustrated prefect glare. “Also the fact that because he’s so high up it would be hard to get him down without accidentally knocking him off.” He added quickly. That statement brought back the remembrance of the attempts to get Grim out of the chandelier the first day school started. In hindsight launching Ace at the chandelier wasn’t the best idea that was ever conceived, but in Deuce’s defense, it did effectively get the cat and the first year down in record time.

“YOU BETTER GET MY MONEY READY JUICE!” Came another shout from above.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!”

“You know what, I’ll call Trey if you don’t climb back down here!” You shouted up at him.

“Oh? What's that? Is that, an unbeliever I hear?”

“ACEEEEE!” No actually, it was the sound of an angry house warden who just discovered one of his underclassmen was doing something he probably shouldn’t be. Said house warden was now stomping across the sports field in his dorm uniform with a scarily murderous aura about him. “GET OFF THE POLE BEFORE I COLLAR YOU FOR NEXT MONTH!” He screamed, still a ways off but just as terrifying as he was up close. Of course, the sudden appearance of the house warden only egged Ace to get to the top of the pole faster, wrapping one of his legs into the halyard rope (The rope that lowers and raises a flag that I totally didn’t look up) in an attempt to shove himself up the last stretch of the pole. What he failed to account for was that his previous commentary had angered Deuce so much that he managed to wiggle out of the third-year's grip to run over and kick the bottom of the pole as hard as he could.

Yeah, he may have lost his grip on the pole. Ace screeched in fear as he flipped backward, watching the world turn upside down and get startlingly closer only for it suddenly stop and have the back of his head smack the pole, hard. His leg was now thoroughly tangled in the rope from his unplanned and sudden descent and he was now hanging precariously upside down. The frustrating part now was that he didn’t have a good way to get himself off the pole.

“Okay Ace, just stay there we’ll get someone to get you down,” Cater yelled from the ground, shoving his phone in his pocket to free his other hand.

“WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? DOWN?!” Ace shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands at the ever-so-looming ground. Who knew grass could look so terrifying? In the end, Trey was in fact called to come to calm down Riddle while you, Cater, and Deuce worked together to get the helpless first year off the pole safely. He did end up getting collared for a solid week, Riddle only relenting when it was brought up that Ace still needed his magic for classes. Now it was just a matter of time before Ace tries to climb it again, one day finally fulfilling his duty of getting to the top of the pole at least once in his school years.

Each Others Better Half

Characters: Ace Trappola, Leona Kingscholar, Jade Leech

Genre: Fluff

None of them will ever admit it, but you were truely their better half. What they didn’t realize was that you thought the same of them.

Day 28 of @twistedchatterboxed 's Collab :>

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Ace Trappola:

-Trouble squared, that was the best way to describe you two. If Riddle thought he had his hands full with trying to keep the A-Deuce duo from causing trouble, he was sadly wrong cause the schemes only got worse when you came along. Suddenly it was routine to check the roof the Heartslabyul dorm because of the sheer amount of times you two could be found perched on it in order to try and hit some poor kid with a water balloon (or a paint balloon if you were particularly mischievous that day.)

-It was a very weird relationship to anyone looking in. You two were constantly bickering during lunch, accidentally exploding potions in the cauldrons because you weren’t paying attention to which bottle held which substance and then blaming it on the other, getting into intense competitions on the sports field with whatever activity was planned for that day, actively throwing paper airplanes at each other during class periods. Anyone could have sworn you two hated each other’s guts.

-What they didn’t see what the nights you spent together forcing helping Ace study for upcoming tests. Days spent toning some of Ace’s plotting down to more harmless pranks so you didn’t end up with another situation like with the chandelier (despite the fact that time was Deuce’s idea Ace would grumble whenever you brought it up). Patching him up whenever he fell off a broom or got into a fight with one of the other students on campus. No matter how many times he whined that he didn’t need your help he wouldn’t move whenever you treated the scratches on his face. The playful teasing that you exchanged between each other, face’s going red from silent flustering when you looked away after a particularly embarrassing comment. Showing off his slight of hand and card tricks to impress you and teaching you some of them if you were interested. Spending time in the Heartslabyul gardens helping him paint the roses by hand because he got collared again (you usually didn’t cause whats a collar gonna do, you don’t have magic to lock away.) Stopping him from kicking the shins of a student that was talking shit about you, only to have you both start fighting the kid once said student insulted the pair of you to your face. It was a lot of little things, little moments that kept your relationship close knit.

-It was an ungodly hour of the morning when the realization hit him like a truck. Early in the day you had dragged your first year companion to his room after clubs were done for the day so you could study for the upcoming exam tomorrow much to his dismay. He protested the whole way but he couldn’t really deter you, or make that weirdly pleased grin on your face go away as you dragged him along. With breaks for dinner (and for Ace’s complaining that the subject matter was too boring and he needed a break) you ran through the study guide while sitting on his bed, quizzing each other on the questions until you were 100% sure you knew them by heart.

-He wasn’t exactly sure when you fell asleep, but after running through the study guide silently for the last time he threw down the packet in excitement, letting out a cheer. He had gotten all the questions correct without even having to look at the book, which meant a clear stage for a high grade on the exam. Turning to brag about it he stopped once he saw you asleep, leaning against the headboard of his bed. The book you’d been studying from sat open and limp in your hands, making him roll his eyes. He closed the book, setting it on the nightstand before putting his study guide on top of it. Easy access in case a run through of the information was desired in the morning.

-Since both of you were in causal clothes there wasn’t a need to change out of them, thank the seven. He jumped up to turn off the light (and snicker at Deuce who was face first in his bed and snoring) but scurried back as fast as he could to flop himself back next to you. He shifted the two of you around until he was snuggled into your side, giggling to himself about the face you would pull when you woke up in the morning.

-Partners in crime, very much so, and thats what he loved about you. You would always go along with his ideas with a smile on your face and no second thoughts, helping him achieve scheme that would have failed otherwise. Yes you might have stopped a few of these plots, but you were someone he could rely on no matter what he pulled, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

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Leona Kingscholar:

-Good lord you were giving this man a run for his money. You looked like a mouse, constantly skittering around the school finishing tasks and picking up new ones, running to go complete them without so much as a break in between. If he didn’t know better he’d think you didn’t know what a break was. The reality was the fact that you were very much a perfectionist with a self worth problem. If something wasn’t exactly to your liking, you would spend hours on pointless corrections, double checking the assignmenst over and over again to make sure there was no way to improve it. If you didn’t have something to work on in that current moment you felt lazy and like you were wasting your time sitting around, so you would run around picking up any tasks you could to keep yourself busy. Honestly it was exhausting just watching you run around like that.

-Leona normally wouldn’t care if someone would run themselves around doing things for other people in order to keep busy. However since you were his S/O it wasn’t exactly something he could ignore. Especially when you hounded him about missing so many classes by taking naps in the botanical garden. You constantly pressed him to go to his classes so he could move on and eventually graduate from the school, dragging the half asleep lion down the hallways by his arms while he grumbled about the fact that the classes were pointless. His attendance did actually go up significantly once you started doing that and his teachers seemed particularly pleased about it much to his dismay. You were often the one that would get his lunch from the cafeteria and getting it to him in his nap spot in the bushes, giving Ruggie a small break from the tasks he often did. You were also the one that got his classwork from the classes and smacked him in the nose with them. No matter how many disgruntled glares he gave, you had yet to cease the paper attacks.

-Often times when you delivered his stuff to him he would drag you down next to him, grumbling about the fact you never took a damn break and therefore was condemned to be stuck next to him until you did. Cue an intense amount of protesting from you, smacking him against his arms that kept you firmly against him and spouting about how you could absolutely not take a break at this point in time. Each time without fail however you would end up falling asleep within ten minutes, softly snoring away in his arms and taking your much needed rest. Yeah he saw the eyebags, he sure as hell was not going to even try waking you up for the next few hours no matter how much you grumped at him.

-When you did experience burnout he would be right next to you, offering his company and small bouts of comfort for your fried brain. He was also there to keep you from making it worse, cause lord knows if he wasn’t there you would try to keep working on more nonsense.

-Tonight was one of those nights, you weakly trying to pry off his grip on your torso in order to get up before giving up. He felt you finally relax against him, eyes finally drooping due to the weight of too many nights of bad sleep. A sigh escaped him once you finally fell asleep, propping himself up on his free arm to look down at your face. It was the first time in a while he’d been able to see you without some sort of frustration present on your face, which made it refreshing to see the serene look you currently had. Brushing aside some of the hair on the side of your head he leaned down, pressing a light kiss against your cheek before flopping back to his original position so he could fall asleep himself. Sure your nagging got annoying at times, but you were the one that kept him on his toes, and in return he took the role of being the person to stop you from running yourself ragged. Frustrating, yes at times it was frustrating trying to get you to just rest for a second. It was like talking to a rock. But both of you kept each other balanced, kept each other from falling too far into their habits. It was a delicate balance, but as long as he could keep you next to him, he would try his best to keep up his side of the relationship.

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Jade Leech:

-No one, and I mean no one could figure out how the two of you got together. Jade was…well Jade. The secretive scary vice housewarden of Octavinelle who you knew had dirt on just about everyone in the school whether anyone knew about it or not. His polite demeor only made him scarier, as it made it harder to tell what he was thinking behind his face of faux cordiality. It was essentially everyone’s mission to stay as far away from him and his brother as possible lest they get caught in a scheme they wanted no part of.

-Insert: Prefect.exe. You were quiet, never usually saying much but your face always broke out in animated expressions with whatever you were feeling at that particular moment. Your face would break out in the most brilliant smiles or pull the saddest looks. While you were fairly friendly to everyone you met, you were fairly easy to fluster. Cue a certain somebody taking notice of odd little you.

-At first it was a lot of discrete spying. Rook might have even been impressed with his ability to silently stay out of sight. But after a week or two of far away observation he started to come up to you, introducing himself and engaging in small conversations with you. He thought it was fascinating how expressive you could be. You could tell almost exactly what you were feeling at any given moment, which depending on who you asked could be considered a good or a bad thing. He couldn’t exactly tell what you were thinking however, because some of the things you would say in your little talks would contradict whatever expression was currently plastered on your face(for example you would have a scowl on your face but you would talk about how nice it was for Cater to compliment you that day). Needless to say his intrest had been peaked furthur, and now people were finding it hard to approach you without the skyscraper of a man tagging along behind.

-As your relationship grew with each other, you started to notice little things that he started to do that he never did for anyone else. Giving you little drinks tailored to your tastes and often with no cost attached to it(which you were sure if Azul ever found out he would grump about losing more potential profits because of it), offering to help you out with the tasks that Crowley would graciously dump on you, having scary eel privileges cause no one wanted to mess with suspiciously nicer eel man. Often times you ended up being a taste tester for some of his dishes, considering Azul and Floyd had basically sworn off every touching his cooking again. If you dislike mushrooms I apologise in advance. You also had the benefit of being able to get away with more physical contact. While he would often pat the top of your head or gentle grip your arm to drag you off somewhere else, you were able to get away with hanging off of his arm or practically tackling him in a back hug. The composed butler-like actions started to feel more and more genuine as time went on, slowly sure but there was definitely changes in his demenor that didn’t go unnoticed. He did take the opportunity to tease you every chance he got, loving to watch your face break out in a bright red blush or pull a scowl at a particularly bad one.

-Soon you were visiting the Monstro Lounge just about every day, passing the time by with small tasks or to just embrace the calming atmosphere of the lounge and the sea life you could watch swimming by the windows. Jade would come over with drink in hand, setting it next to you before inquiring about your day and what you were doing. If you were studying he would assist where he could, if you wanted his help. If you were just there to chill he would engage in conversation with you as much as he could, bopping between his duties and his conversation efficiently. If you stuck around after the lounge closed he would guide you down the hallways to his room so you could continue to discuss, hand resting gently across your lower back. Floyd often jumped into these conversations as they did share the room with each other, and even sometimes his snacks if he was having good vibes that day.

- He discovered quite quickly that you were only really talkative once you got more comfortable with people, curiosity peeking out to ask about certain things that caught your eye. There was many an afternoon where you and Jade would have a very animated conversation about different mushrooms, their characteristics and where they were found. It was one of the few times he would show large amounts of excitement and you were happy to listen to him rant about them for hours. Hikes with him may grow more frequent.

-It was during one of these mushroom rants that he grew to realize just how much of his life you had started to take up. You had wormed your way into his offputting demeanor, making a little home and slowly uncovering more little secrets that few ever found. He fell silent as he watched you excitedly discuss one of the mushrooms you had found along the edge of the forests around the school. It was nice to finally have someone willing to not only listen but to also engage in the conversations about interests that were shared. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, leaning into his hand a bit while he watched you talk. You were the person he didn’t know he needed in his life, a better half to him if you will. You wiggled your way into his life, and he would try his best to keep you in it as long as he could.

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A/N: This was originally going to be a lot larger of a piece but I overestimated how much I could do so it ended up being a lot shorter than planned XD Still I hope this was an enjoyable read :>

Thank you for letting me join in on the collab, I had a lot of fun making this!

Messenger Arrows

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Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Rook Hunt

Headcannon: If someone was dating Rook, they would have to be on edge a lot because he has a habit of firing arrows at them, with either poems or small notes attached. It's a nice gesture, but it's a bit nerve-wracking to have an arrow whiz an inch away from your nose and stick into the wall. Thank the sevens he has good aim.

A/N: I apologize in advance my fancy letter writing isn't the best, but I tried. 😅

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*whizzzzzZZZZZZZZZ THUNK*

Ah yes, the usual afternoon arrow, perfectly on time, stuck in the wall, and of course only flew around two centimeters away from Ace's nose.

"GEEZUS!" He yelped, taking a step away from the arrow and holding a hand in front of his face defensively. "AGAIN!?"

"Ace this happens every single afternoon." You said, rolling your eyes as you went to dislodge the arrow from the wall. Ace did his own rolling of eyes right back, lowering his hand once confirming a second thin, scarily well aimed missile wasn't going to take his nose out permanently.

"I know, but why does he have to nick my nose everytime he does it!" He said exasperated, sending a glare towards the spot where Rook definitely was not residing. "It's as if he's doing it on purpose, WHICH HE PROBABLY IS!" The arrow came out of the wall after a good minute of tugging, impressing you and simultaneously scaring your friend further with the sheer amount of force the arrow must have been fired with. Tiny missile indeed.

As usual a pristine white envelope was tied to the arrow, its secrets sealed by red wax with a feather stamping. The envelope itself had been attached to the arrow with a purple ribbon, now fluttering loosely in the light breeze that blew into the hallway from the open windows. You flipped the envelope in your hands a few times, admiring the elegant cursive writing on the the front of it: For my little trickster.

"Oh my seven it's a letter not a forbidden scroll of curses just open the thing!" Ace grumbled, tapping his foot with the impatience of Leona himself. Cue eye roll part 2.

After perching thyself on the windowsill so the hallway wouldn't be blocked, you set the arrow to your side so you could return it to Rook when you...no when he 'coincidentally' ran into you again. Breaking the wax seal carefully you opened the letter, sliding the thin paper out while simultaneously ignoring the nosy first year trying to read the letter over your shoulder.

"Ace I swear to Tsunotaro I will sacrifice you to Riddle if you don't stop snooping." You hissed, shoving his face away with your free hand.

"It's not snooping, it's intel gathering-" He snapped his mouth shut once he noticed the serious look on your face. That morning he had accidentally turned a rose bush purple while trying to magic them to red. The blame had managed to be shifted to another unfortunate underclassman but you had witnessed the screw up before he could figure out how to 'fix' it. Turns out having blackmail is fairly effective in getting pesky first years to scooch three feet to the left.

With the angry Ace now standing far enough away to not be able to snoop, you turned your gaze down to read the letter in your hands:

My Darling Trickster,

Another sun has risen over the distant horizon, a new day had begun from it's appearance, bathing the land in it's radiant glow. And yet it fails to shine as brightly as you. How could it? Your beauty shines so brightly it puts the stars to shame! Let us enjoy this new day together until the moon slips into the sky and sends us to slumber once again. I will wait patiently for you in the thicket of roses, we shall make this day a good one.

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

Well, it looks like you had a date that afternoon.

"It's the sappiness for me-"

Ace got slapped with the envelope.

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Okay, the message arrows were cool as an afternoon thing, not so much a 'wake-up-and-nearly-get-slammed-with-a-close-flying-arrow.' It was especially nerve wracking to see a wooden shaft around an inch away from the tip of your nose, still slightly trembling from its impact into the wooden walls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was as if the arrow had struck any hint of sleepiness you had, killing it in a single hit.Grim had been equally shocked by the sudden attack, having jumped from his perch on the bed and skittering away to protect his tuna stash. The traitor.

Carefully reaching upwards, you pulled the arrow out of the wall easily. Considering how worn down the walls were already it wasn't a shock it came out easier than from the stone walls of the school hallways. Once again the arrow held a white envelope, tied on with a yellow ribbon this time but still the same scenario as last afternoon.

Sitting upright in the bed you detached the letter from the arrow, putting the ribbon in the jar you had on the nightstand. It would be a waste not to save them, they were some high quality ribbons. The arrow meanwhile got unceremoniously shoved off the bed, clattering on the floor while you opened the envelope. The letter was shorter this time, probably out of courtesy since you had only just woken up.

Good morning Monsieur Trickster!

The birds have awoken and started their songs of the day, filling the air with colorful notes and melodies. It would be a shame for you to miss such a wonderful morning. I will await by your humble abode to escort you to the school building in an hour. We shall enjoy the blissful morning together!

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

You felt your heart flutter a bit, the sweet words of the letter brushing away the initial shookithness of the way the message made its way into the building. You took a glance at the time before slipping out of bed, striding over to the wardrobe in order to start getting ready. While you loved your boyfriend dearly, you may have to have a talk with him about his method of delivering notes.

He could still do the arrows in the afternoon don't get it wrong, but maybe in the mornings he could find a less violent way to get the messages to you. You didn't want him to stop completely though. As startling as they were you had to admit, you had grown fond of his messenger arrows.

When Fae Sleep on the Ceiling

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Word Count: 1.1k

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Crack

Warnings: None

Character: Lilia Vanrouge

Headcanon: He has slept upside down in the hallway and scared the shit out of a Diasomnia student, on more than one occasion. It may have been on purpose the second time.

A/N: first in my series of writing headcannons and short stories :>

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Silence settled over Diasomnia, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the dim green torches and the clocks ticking away. Moonlight filtered in through the tall windows, casting soft shadows across the floor and grazing the faces of the students in their beds. Yes, 3 am in the dorm was as peaceful as it had always been-

“AAAAAAAAAGH.” Okay, maybe not. The frantic footsteps of a student echoed down the hallway, the student in question turning the corner at an alarming speed which sent them crashing into a corner table. Lilia watched incredolously as the boy picked himself up and continued his panicked sprint down the next hallway. The scream and flee-the-large-bat-thing routine didn’t come as much of a shock to him, this had happened several times before to a variety of jittery first years who were still adjusting to the spookyness of the dorm. It was the fact that they had sent the corner table into the afterlife in their attempt to get away from the sentient black lump hanging from the hallway ceiling that surprised him.

“Father, what are you doing.” Lilia turned his head and came face to face with a weary looking Silver. The cacophony of noises must have woken him up, an impressive feat. He would have to give kudos to that student later.

“Sleeping of course. What else would I be doing.” he chirped innocently. He gave the boy an upside down grin, which in turn received a suspicious look.

“Then why did I hear such a profound screech of terror?”

“Ah yes, that.” Lilia released an arm from his cape to make a wide gesture to the smashed corner table. “Evidently the mention of fae potentially sleeping in the hallway was missed during orientation again. Unfortunately this time an innocent life was taken.” Silver blinked at the pile of wood in surprise.

“Such a shame really. That corner table had so much life left to live.” Lilia raised a hand to his forehead, feigning a pained expression. “Alas, it met an untimely end this fair morning. We must grieve.”

“It is too early in the morning to be grieving for a table father.” Silver grumbled, exhaustion starting to creep up on him once again. “There are few people that would actually grieve a table in the first place-”

“NOOOOOOOO! TABLE-SAMA ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?” Insert jumping five feet in the air out of surprise. If the voice hadn’t already confirmed who was now very loudly mourning the table, the bright green hair sure did.

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU!? TABLE-SAMA ANSWER ME!”

“Sebek it is 3:10 in the morning tone it down!” Silver hissed, glaring down at the underclassman who was currently trying to sooth the pile of very much inanimate wood.

“I know its such a tragedy that the table had to leave us so soon.” Lilia piped up, adding to the hysterics that wracked the first year.

“WE MUST FIND WHO DID THIS TO THEM! THE TABLE WILL BE AVENGED!” Sebek cried. Both his arms shot into the air in anger holding seperate halves of one of the broken table legs. Silver groaned, softly facepalming while Lilia cackled loudly behind him. The commotion over the now pile of shards was so great that it drew the attention of more and more of the sleeping (was sleeping) students.

“Lilia, what is the meaning of all this noise.” Malleus questioned, letting out a yawn while striding closer to the crime scene. Lilia was wheezing so hard with laughter he couldn’t directly answer the horned fae, only pointing a shaking finger towards the hysterical man on the floor before falling back into uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m sorry Malleus I didn’t think this would get so out of hand-” Silver started, but was once again interrupted by a booming screech.

“TABLE-SAMA HAS BEEN KILLEEDDDDD!” Sebek cried, tears rolling down his face while he gestured his shaking hands to the broken table in front of him.

“Oh dear, it seems the vase on the table broke as well.” Malleus noted, crouching down to pick up some of the shattered white porcelain that littered the floor. “What a shame, I quite liked that vase.”

“Can we leave this matter for the morning, please.” Silver said exasperated, “We’re waking up the entirety of the dorm with this nonsense.” He gestured the hand not currently facepalming down the hallway, towards the several doors that had revealed confused and exhausted students staring directly at them.

“Ah yes, many apologies fellow students. Please go back to bed.” Malleus said, turning his head to address the growing crowd. The students turned back into their dorm rooms, grumbling about being woken up at such an ungodly hour of the morning before closing the door behind them. The fae turned back towards the wreckage, raising a hand towards it. Green magic rolled off his fingers like mist, curling around the pieces of the table and melding them together. Malleus watched as the vase put itself back together as well, setting itself down on the now fixed table with a thump.

“There, the matter has been dealt with.” He said, standing and brushing the remaining dust off of his nightclothes. “We shall find the student and have a talk with him about furniture etiquette first thing in the morning. I will be going back to bed now. Sleep well.” He offered a small smile towards the other three before turning to go back towards his room. Lilia was still trying to recover from his laughing fit, giggles still escaping him as he curled into himself.

“*sniff* Table-sama has been fixed! We must celebrate!”

“In the morning Sebek.”

“Yes I know that Silver.” Sebek snapped, wiping any remaining tears from his face. “Who in their right mind would celebrate a table being fixed at such early hours. Right then, see you in the morning.” Sebek shot up from his seated position on the floor, offering a curt nod and walking off like a solider in a marching band. It was as if he hadn’t just spent the better part of five minutes crying on the floor over a dismembered table.

“I will be heading to bed as well.” Silver yawned. “Please refrain from scaring more students tonight. We don’t need more broken furniture.”

“No promises.” Lilia wheezed, “If someone else gets scared I’ll warn them against smashing the table again.” Being too tired to respond, Silver opened the door to his room and walked inside.

“Good night father.” The door shut behind him, leaving the fae to his own devices. The rest of the night was relatively peaceful, the silence only being broken by the occasional giggling of the vice dormleader hanging from the ceiling. He was no doubt plotting who to 'accidentally' scare next, and if he was lucky, maybe he could get the unlucky victim to break something else.

After many days of writing (and procrastinating) I have finished my first fanfic for twst!!!! And now I shall share it because I love it. Also I think the ask box is open so ideas are welcome :> (ALSO HOW DOES THE READ MORE THING WORK HELP)

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To Catch an Eel... Accidentally

Summery: Ruggie is on one of his many fishing trips for an easy lunch, but this time he gets more than what he bargained for

Word Count: 1.2k (more than I expected)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: slight swearing but otherwise none

A/N: this is my first ever fanfic, I do plan to turn this into a writing/request/art blog but I'm still learning how this works. I'll get a master list and a theme and all that fancy stuff up eventually, but I'm very proud of this soni hope you enjoy it <3 (please be patient with me I'm very new to this and are still learning how to write well)

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The fish quickly dispersed as the mer-eel swept by them, hiding in the corners of the lake from the unexpected snapping jaws of an unhinged predator also known as Floyd. He lunged forwards towards one of the fish, missing it by a hair and watched as it slowly swam away, seeming to taunt him. He let out a stream of bubbles in frustration watching it go, swearing to take a bite out of the thing once he was able to catch it. He had been swimming around all day, and unlike the fish during the Vargus camp these fish were insanely fast which made it near impossible for him to get ahold of one. He let himself drift a bit in the water arms crossed with a snarl that would scare a snapping turtle away. That was until he saw a bobbing movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw another fish, bright pink with orange striping, and to his delight was lot slower than the others.

“Ehehe~ Come hereee little fishy~” He giggled to himself, shooting through the water with his hands extended towards the unsuspecting ball of bright colors. His hands shot straight past the fish, clasping together behind it so it couldn’t escape its inevitable fate of becoming a snack. Floyd snapped at the fish, delight filling his mind as he felt it hit the roof of his mouth. He raised his hands above himself in triumph, his excited wiggling making him miss the light tugging of the clear line that now led into his jaws.

A noise sounding suspiciously like a squeaky toy escaped him as he was very unceremoniously yanked upwards, streams of bubbles following him as he fought back against the incredibly persistent upward pulling of the fishing line. It was his fish! How dare they try to steal his hard work!

-Meanwhile-

Ruggie pulled furiously on the rod, watching it bend and jerk around wildly in his grasp. He couldn’t believe the sheer strength of whatever monster of a fish he had hooked. In the very many times he’d taken to fishing in the lake near the school he had never once hooked something so monsterous. The image of a freshly grilled fish crossed his thoughts as he reeled the line again, giddily watching the ever growing shadow in the water. That was until he realized that he was actively being pulled towards the water, the fish having decided to flip the roles of the fisher and the fished.

“Ah shit!” He shouted, digging his feet into the ground as much as he dared in an attempt to stop himself from getting dragged to a watery grave. What he wouldn’t give in this moment to have greater arm strength, his noodle arms were going to give out any second if this assault on his arms and his ego didn’t let up.

The sounds of feet approaching caught his ears, the person steadily plodding their way around the lake path. Seeing a familiar first year come into view, his hope shot sky high.

“JACK! HELP ME OUT HERE WILL YA’?” He yelled towards the beastman. Jack halted almost immediately, looking over to see his upperclassman about to get absolutely wrecked by one hell of a force of nature.

“Ruggie, what in the world did you catch!?” Jack shouted back, already starting to make a beeline for the struggling hyena.

“I don’t know but whatever it is it’ll be enough food for a whole week!” Once Jack grabbed hold of the rod Ruggie let out an internal sigh of relief. With Jack’s strength, they’d be able to get the fish out in no time!

The fish fight continued for the next ten minutes, neither side seeming to be able to keep their advantage over the other. As soon as it looked as though the Savannaclaw students were going to get dragged in they would pull harder, and once the fish got close to the murky surface it would pull back furiously, putting the pair back to where they started. In all honesty, Ruggie had just about had it with this things antics. Another minute flew by and once again the mystery fish had been yanked near the surface, bubbles absolutely surrounding the thing as it thrashed around in the water.

“Alright Jack! On three we pull as hard as we can. We should be able to get the fish out with one more good tug!” Ruggie said, watching the fish intently. Jack was really starting to feel the ache in his arms, but he nodded.

“Whenever you’re ready then!” He said, bracing himself against the ground to keep himself from getting dragged back to the starting line.

“One…”

“Two…”

A flash of teal broke the surface, the blur of a tail shooting up before getting ready to dive back into the lake.

“THREE!” The two of them threw their weight’s backwards, their combined efforts jerking the fish up out of the water and onto the grass in front of them.

“HELL YEAH! WE GOT A-” Ruggie cut himself off, looking down in shock at the sight in front of him. What was staring back at them was, in fact, not a fish, but a very, very angry looking Octavinelle student with a hook in his mouth. Neither party said anything for a minute, staring at each other with very mixed emotions.

“Floyd…what were you doing in the lake.” Jack said breaking the silence.

“I was getting a snack, what else would I be doing!” Floyd snarled, reaching up to de-hook himself from the line. “What the hell were you doing!?”

“Why does it matter what I was doing why did you try to eat the lure!?” Ruggie yelled incrediously.

“Well how was I supposed to know thats what a lure is!?”

“It’s so obvious that it was a lure! No fish in this lake is BRIGHT FUCKING PINK!”

This argument continued for a good three minutes, emotions amping up by the second while Jack watched the interaction from the sideline. That wonderance was ended quickly however by snarling on Floyd’s end, deciding that he had had enough with the argument and was now resorting to violence to end it.

If anyone’s seen one of those videos where a worm is touched and the worm starts wiggling around violently, that was the equivalent to what Floyd was doing. His mer form didn’t exactly have the legs required for Floyd’s charge of attack, so the next best thing? Wiggle aggressively to bring across the message of the violence that will soon befall the pair when he does get his legs back.

Ruggie grabbed his rod once Floyd started his maniacal wiggles and shot backwards, not wanting to get anywhere close to the noodle of death.

“JACK WE GOTTA GO!” He screamed, shooting into the woods towards the college building as fast as possible. Jack only started running once Floyd’s tail slammed a tad to close for comfort, taking off after the second-year as if his life depended on it (it did).

Floyd continued his crazed wiggling until Jade found him a few hours later, the wiggling having tired him out to the point where his twin had to carry him back to Octavinelle.

Needless to say for the next two weeks Ruggie and Jack had to be hyperaware of Floyd as anytime he saw either of them he would start charging at them with a full intent to drag them to the bottom of the sea. He eventually got bored of this after a while, but it was fairly amusing for Leona to watch his underclassmen pelt away once they even saw a hint of teal hair. He got some hecking good naps those two weeks.

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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.

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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.

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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The Nightmare Part 2

Content Warning: character death and immense bleeding.

Spoiler Warning: on unique magic from Diasomnia.

other parts: part 1, part 3

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Aria jumped startled and disappeared instantly teleporting away all of a sudden, only red sparkles remained for the next few seconds before fading away.

Thump, Bang

"Eep!"

Crash

"…Ugh"

"Hmm? Oh? what are you doing here child?"

Aria is hunched over on the floor the pocket watch lays nearby on the floor. She looks up and turns her head to see Lilia on her right, sitting at his desk clearly in the middle of playing videogames with an online friend.

"I- I was…Urk" she shuttered and clutched her head as the nightmarish scene flashed in her mind, the wounds still fresh digging into her mind.

Once the image plaguing her mind vanished, she looked over to see Lilia crouched down right next to her, now rubbing circles into her back trying his best to soothe the poor girl.

All of a sudden, the door to the room is slammed open with a heavy bang. revealing a very distressed and panicked Silver breathing heavily.

"I heard a loud noise is everything alright Fa-……" notices Aria in the room "Lilia?"

Lilia looks over to Silver and flashes him a grin.

"It appears that I have an unexpected visitor tonight" Lilia chucked making light of the situation to ease the tension within the room.

Lilia reaches his hand out towards Aria. Aria proceeds to take his hand as they both get up from the floor. Now looking around and taking in her surrounds Aria can tell she is in fact in Lilia's room within Diasomnia of all places.

. . .

Breathes in

Breathes out

Aria then looks down and sees her pocket watch on the floor and immediately goes to pick it up once more. Cradling in within her hands up against her chest.

"I apologize for the intrusion Vice warden Lilia," Looks towards Silver and nods "and to you as well, it appears I have teleported here in my half wake state after having an intense dream."

"it's no trouble at all. Are you feeling better my child?"

Aria nods.

"I should head back to my dorm now"

"aw so soon but you just got here, your not even gonna stay over for a little bit you gonna make me cry, sobs"

. . .

Aria contemplates staying, feeling uneasy as she squeezes the pocket watch in her hands.

Breaths in

Breaths out

"I guess I could stay for a few more minutes." Aria relents.

"Wonderful!" Lilia claps his hands together before looking towards Silver. "Silver? mind escorting Aria down to the lounge while I go make ourselves something to drink"

Silver goes pale in the face.

"Aria came to visit you Lilia, so how about i make us drinks and you take her to the lounge"

"Hmm fine you make a fair point then we will do just that instead" Lilia remarked.

Silver promptly leaves the bedroom and goes down the hallway. After turning a corner, he leans up against the wall, his hand clutching at his chest, his heartbeat erratic. Beads of sweat dropped from his forehead.

Inhales, Exhales.

Silver was coming to grips on what he just saw, what they both saw in her nightmare.

Tonight was a lot. It was strange that his unique magic took him to Aria's dream. Usually, he ends up in the dreams of those he's close to like Sebek.

A loud piercing noise could be heard as Silver's eyes went wide. Looking towards Aria and Lilia about 30 feet away from him.

So, it was certainly a surprise when he saw the white dove circling Aria as Silver stood nearby in the ruins of the mirror chamber going unnoticed as an overblot fight was occurring with what appeared to be a large dire beast with blue flames coming out of it.

Silver witnessed one of the beast tails has impaled Lilia's chest.

Blood spills out of his father's mouth as Lilia coughs. The overblotted beast's tail retracts from Lilia's body as he falls down to the ground with a harsh thud, huge amounts of blood pour out of the hole in Lilia's chest.

Silver wastes no time running straight towards Aria and Lilia.

"LILIA!" Aria screams as Silver wraps an arm around her waist and pulls Aria away from Lilia.

Silver then proceeds to lift Aria up and off the ground as he tosses her over his shoulder and runs out of the room before Aria could crumple down to the floor sobbing next to Lilia's gravely injured body.

Silver needs to get the girl away and to a safe distance before he can calm her down properly.

As much as it pains him to leave his father like that dream or not. He has to remind himself that he needs to attend to the dreamer first. Calming them down so he can hopefully change this nightmare back to a peaceful dream before it's too late.

Aria pounds her fists upon Silver's back.

"Let me go!" She yelled.

Silver instantly mutters back a apology to the girl as he continues to run away with her draped over his shoulder.

Silver's mind reels back from recalling Aria's recent nightmare. Silver pulls himself off from against the wall and heads towards Diasomnia's kitchen.

Unfortunately, before Silver could finish running towards a safer location Aria wakes up and the nightmare crumples away. Silver ends up waking up as well.

The Nightmare

Content Warning: character death and immense bleeding.

Other parts: part 2, part 3

The place was in shambles. The walls crumbled around the ones remaining the in area. Among the rumble is a fallen and broken chandelier.

A loud monstrous roar can be heard, coming from what appears to be a huge beast monster with a flaming blue mane and ears that have clearly just overblotted.

"We need to hurry on now Whitecourt the others won't be able to hold the beast off for much longer" stated the masked headmaster.

The headmaster attempts to usher the short white hair Half Fae girl out of the room or what little remains of the mirror chamber of Night Raven College.

"But what about their safety aren't you supposed to be protecting your students not the other way around?" She questioned.

She looked back to the fight going on watching very closely and on edge as she focused her attention on the 3 students currently fighting the beast.

The headmaster stayed silent.

"Is there anything we can do besides flee and abandon our dorm mates and friends?" The girl said with an uneasy tone in her voice.

Aria Whitecourt surroundings had wrapped, twisted, & turned, the next thing she knew she was fighting the monster herself with not just the 3 students she saw earlier but a few more that shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be here. She should have already left this room by now and fleeing with the headmaster at this very moment.

"Hmm at the moment I'm afraid not, perhaps if we had a talented beast master around to handle this matter, we might have stood a chance against this beast but atlas there is none currently on Sage Island" the headmaster replied.

She looks around in a panic, taking in the sight of the students that shouldn't be here. One of those students before her grabbed her hand.

"Oy! What are you still doing here! I told ya to leave and let me handle this?" Said a short man with deep red piercing eyes, in a harsh tone.

The girl knew this man. This man was Lilia Vanrouge a fellow 3rd year and was someone who became near and dear to her heart within these last 3 years at Night Raven College.

"I can't just abandon you to die you senile old man!" She yelled.

"you can leave me you just don't want to, Now leave! you will only get in the way and distract me!" Lilia snapped back.

In the distance there was a flash of light as another student appeared in the distance clearly going unnoticed by the students in the area most of them too busy fighting the overblotted beast.

The girl flinched back slightly at those words, taken aback and hurt from how harsh they were delivered with no hesitation.

Back to Aria and Lilia.

Even Lilia and the white hair girl, Aria Whitecourt didn't notice the arrival of another student in the area.

"You don't mean that-"

"I SAID GO! now before-"

A loud piercing noise could be heard as both Lilia and Aria's eyes went wide. Lilia looks down to see one of the beast tails has in fact impaled his chest.

Blood spills out of his mouth as he coughs. The tail retracts from his body as Lilia Vanrouge falls down to the ground with a harsh thud, huge amounts of blood pour out of the hole in his chest.

"LILIA!" Aria screams as an arm wraps around her waist and pulls her back.

Before Aria could collapse next to Lilia's body in tears, the student the same one that appeared earlier unnoticed had picked the girl up and tossed her over his should and proceeds to runs out of the room. Muttering something under his breath.

"I'm sorry"

"Let me go!" She screamed pounding her fists against the man's back.

However, the next thing she knew. Aria bolted upright in her bed. Her heart racing as she picked up the pocket watch on her nightstand and held it closely to her chest.

. . .

Inhale

Exhale

Breathe in, Breathe out...

'That's right I'm in Heartslabyul, more specifically I'm in my bedroom at Night Raven College. There's no beast here'

I- I was dreaming no, part of that was definitely real and was a fragment of an old memory of a past that no longer exists, but not all of the nightmare occurred in said memory. Some parts of it were wrong.

Lilia wasn't at the mirror chamber that day, he wasn't even at Sage's Island during that fight. Why must her mind torment her further?

Aria hugs her self tighter, trying to calm down the fast heart rate and focus on steadying her breathing.

That wasn't real. Lilia was never there. He is alive. He is alive. She repeated those words over and over until she managed to calm down somewhat.

It was terrible enough to know any of that did happen and will happen again if she doesn't manage to turn the tables in her favor and change the past enough to prevent such a fate from reoccurring yet again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Aria jumps startled and then disappears into specs of red instantly teleporting away all of a sudden, the red specs remained for only the next few seconds before fading away.

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.

Sebek's voice

tw - suicide attempt, suggestive paragraph, Prefect is unstable, Sebek is angry

- I had made a more lighthearted version, but decided to change it. - I don't think it is truly x reader, more like x oc, but it is still a prefect and still a part of my series.

It's been raining for three days already.

But today, the weather decided to go all out - a full-blown storm. Trees bent under the howling wind, rain swallowed everything in sight. It was too much for November, you thought. Luckily, you didn't have any outdoor lectures today, and the lightning started right after you reached the main building.

Speaking of lightning...

Now that you think about it, the quarrel was so stupid. You can't even remember what exactly started it. Words flew back and forth, escalating until, somehow, it's been more than two weeks since you and Sebek last spoke.

You know it was your fault. You know you overreacted, said too much, maybe. But you were just so tired, so overwhelmed. So much had been happening, and... you should have chosen your words more carefully. But it's too late now.

Everything is hazy from that day, except for Sebek's voice. It was raw - cracking, even though he was almost shouting, more than usual. You remember the sound of that pain clearly.

And it's all you have now. 

Only now, with his booming voice gone from your daily life, you realize how empty it feels around you. Sure, you hear him in the corridors sometimes, calling out to Malleus, or in the cafeteria while you eat.

But none of it is directed at you. Since the day you became... more than friends, you'd claimed his shouts, his "human!" as something reserved just for you. His yelling was yours. His scolding was yours. His huffs were yours. His worried reprimands were yours, and yours alone.

And now, you've ruined it.

Both of you are too proud to apologize first, so you dwell in the silence that stretches between you now. It's not like you don't hear him - it's that you don't feel it anymore. Without him speaking to you, it's as if you've gone deaf. Ace and Deuce have to call your name more than once to drag you out of this limbo, but it doesn't matter. What's the point of listening to the world if you can't hear his voice?

Loud or quiet, harsh or gentle - Sebek's voice always made you feel something. Calm, safe, shattered, mad, confident, soft, light, warm...

When you were sobbing in your ramshackle bedroom, his voice dragged you back to reality. When you were down, surrounded by darkness in your head, his thunderous tone jolted you like lightning, forcing you to pull yourself together. When you hesitated because of past failures, his shouts were the push you needed to act without fear. 

Sebek's loud presence took away all fear in your life. Of sounds, of memories, of love, of yourself. 

Because of Sebek, you also stopped being afraid of storms. Thunderstorms used to bring back sounds you'd rather forget, but Sebek changed that. Now, you crave the clash of thunder and the flash of lightning because they remind you of him.

The way he speaks, the way he yells, the way he scolds you... his voice is louder than any storm, and it's become your favorite sound. 

It echoes in the walls of your mind, crawls under your skin, blankets your thoughts in a haze of rain and static, and resonates all over inside out. When he comes for another scold, going on and on, coming closer and closer, and becoming quieter and quieter - words dropping from a roar to a murmur until all you can hear are the breaths you share in the dark, intertwining until you can't differentiate between your moans and his, merging in a symphony of sounds shared only between you-

"Louder. I can't hear you."

A sudden clash jolts you out of your daze. You blink, realizing you've dozed off on the couch in the Ramshackle lounge, a book - which Sebek lent you - almost falling from your lap. For a split second, you thought you heard him, but it was just thunder. It's raining again. 

You sit up, the book slipping from your fingers as you clutch your head.

"Not you. Again." you whisper, not noticing the tears slipping down your cheeks. You stare blankly out the window as the lightning streaks across the sky.

"Still not you. You're brighter. Louder."

Sebek is brighter than any lightning, louder than any thunder. What is this mockery? Like you don't deserve to hear the real thing - your Sebek - just these dim imitations...

"Pathetic human" you imagine Sebek would say. And he'd be right.

You don't want it to be a text, so you record a voice message.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

You can't hear his voice, but at least he can hear yours - one last time.

The storm only gets worse, but you're glad. The noise means no one will notice, not for a while. From where you stand on the roof of NRC, you can see the whole campus spread out like a map below you. A few months ago, Malleus showed you this hidden spot - tucked behind the gargoyles, yet easily accessible - so you could admire them together. You never thought you'd be here now, misusing this knowledge in the worst way.

"What am I doing wrong?" you whisper into the rain.

"Please, shout at me like you always do. Wake me up with your thunderous roar. Call me an insolent human, make me ashamed of myself... like I should be.

Say something....please...I want to hear you...I need to hear you again.

I need to hear your voice.

You are my voice of reason.

You have always been my voice of reason, my sound of hope... 

Please. Seb. Please."

Nothing.

Well, then - into the silence you go.

You take a step forw-

"YOU DAMN FOOLISH HUMAN!!!"

Green lightning fills your vision, a deafening roar shakes the world. Your vision goes white, and before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly you can't breathe. Everything is a blur, your senses reeling from the storm's chaos and the rage vibrating in his voice.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! LOOK AT ME! I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

His voice sounds so close yet so far, you can feel his breath on your skin. You try to reach him with your hand but-

"Sebek..." is all you manage before darkness pulls you under.

You wake in your room at Ramshackle, body trembling with cold. How long had you been standing there, soaked? It doesn't matter. You turn your head, seeing Sebek at your bedside, fury and worry twisting his face.

"Woke up already?" he snaps, voice low and angry. Really angry.

But he's here. He's with you. He's talking to you. It's all that matters.

"Sebek...I'm sorry..."

"YOU BETTER BE!" he thunders, the force of his voice filling the room.

"You'd better have a damn good explanation, or I'll make sure you don't move without my supervision for the rest of your life!" he hisses, quieter but no less angry.

"It was stupid. I'm sorry for making you worry..."

"LIKE YOU SHOULD BE!" he yells again, and you can see it now, the fear beneath the anger. You're such a fool.

"Prepare yourself for a long lecture, you hear me?!" he demands.

Without thinking, you get up and reach for him, pulling him into a tight embrace, face buried against his neck.

"Yes. Yes, I can hear you. And I want to hear that lecture. Please. 

I love hearing your voice."

The easiest way to find Sebek is to walk around the Night Raven campus, going "where's my Sebek?"

It elicits odd stares and plenty of snickers from the other students, but it gets the job done. You'll know when he's nearby. After repeating this phrase enough times and in multiple places around campus, you'll hear a familiar thundering cry.

"I am not your Sebek!"

The shout is eventually followed by the man himself. You can tell what direction he's in by the heavy stomps, thudding against the ground almost as loud as his voice. His frown is as sharp as his furrowed brows. The slight tinge of embarrassment colors his face.

"Human! How dare you..."

The familiar face makes you smile with joy. "There you are! There's my Sebek."

He falters. It's clear he has so much to say, but can't find the right words to get out first. They pile up in his mouth while he stammers. You fear you may have traumatized him until the verbal barrage bursts out like a dam.

"How dare you! You know I serve none other than the great heir to Briar Valley. To even imply that I am yours? A mere human's? Inconceivable! Your absurdity knows no bounds!"

He sounds as energetic as ever. You decide to interrupt the angry monologue before he really gets going.

"Sebek, I wanted to know if we're still having lunch together."

"To insult the very essence of my being! As if you..."

It takes a hot second for your inquiry to reach his ears, but when he catches it, the rambling drifts off. He grows oddly quiet. He balls his hands into fists and unclenches them several times in quick succession, testing the limits of his uniform gloves. This would already have delved into a physical fight if you were any other student.

Despite your inane actions, you're practically harmless. Any great guard should easily be able to ignore petty taunts. It's best to consider this a test. Sebek clears his throat.

"Of course we are. You didn't have to come find me just for that. I always keep my word." The redness of his ear tips peeking out from under his hair remind you of a Christmas tree.

"Great! Can't wait."

You stick out your hand for a parting high five. Sebek subverts expectations by grabbing your palm. His gloves are warm and a little sweaty after rushing to find you, and his grip is anything but soft in a boyish display of dominance.

"Do not do this again," he says. He's stern, but after that warning his voice drops to a normal level and he sounds almost gentle. "Just... text me, like a normal person. You have my number."