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— "INTO THE RABBIT-HOLE" THE CROWNED PRINCESS OF RAMSHACKLE. riddle rosehearts

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SYNOPSIS: A dispute with Riddle prompts the prefect to flee into the forest where she falls into a rabbit hole and finds herself in a mad fantastical realm of her imagination. Here, she meets her friends who are acting somewhat strangely… odd. They all treat her as royalty and whisk her away to a castle where her husband, the Red Queen, eagerly awaits her return.

How curious.

⊹ [ cw ] — hurt/comfort, falling from heights, arguments, lashing out, fighting, allusions to executions and stabbing, mentions of a knife, mentions of smoking, mild blood, riddle lashes out on you◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FEM! READER | deuce punches you, che'nya is a little shit, trey with bunny ears, ace and deuce as the tweedle dumbasses, affectionate riddle, cater as hot knave◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 9K+

ACT I: BLOOD RED MESS

"It was just sitting on top of the old boxes in the attic!" You exclaimed, fumbling with the tiara buried deep in your bag. Trey watched as you took it out, holding it up for him to see. It was of a silver color, embezzled and richly decorated with diamonds. The tiara had a fan shaped diadem, nine throngs, and a small blue heart-shaped jewel as its centerpiece. It was an ornament befitting royalty. Not really something you'd find in Ramshackle's run-down attic.

"That does look expensive. What do you plan on doing with it?" Trey asked, pushing his glasses up. Both of you were taking a walk through the grounds of Heartslabyul, basking in the sunshine. "That could sell for quite a lot of money."

"Tempting, but I was planning on giving it to Crowley." You muttered, turning the tiara in your hands and admiring the way it glimmered in the sunlight.

All of a sudden, in the corner of your eye, a small green blur dashed into the rosebushes, scurrying deep into the green brambles. Gasping, you pointed to it. "Oh! Trey, did you see that?"

"See what...?" Trey blinked. You rushed forward, parting the branches and peering through the shrub. A green rabbit in a waistcoat dashed through the bushes, a ticking clock perched onto his hip. "A bunny rabbit!"

"A rabbit-? O-Oi! Prefect?!" Trey ran after you as you rushed through the bushes, intent on chasing the bunny. Branches and rose thorns scratched and tore at your uniform, but you paid no mind to it. The rabbit took a sharp turn right, and you followed in hot pursuit. As you rounded the corner, you crashed into a large stack of paint buckets. The canisters all toppled to the ground, breaking open and tainting the green grass red.

Likewise, you also fell into the red puddle. The paint pooled around you, seeping into your clothes and hair. You groaned, pushing yourself away from the wreckage. "Just my lucky day."

While you were busy glaring down at the offending red pigment bleeding onto your pristine white blouse, Trey had rushed to your side. The third-year seemed to be nervous as he wiped your face down with his sleeve. "Prefect, quick, fix yourself up before—"

"What is the meaning of this?!" Riddle exclaimed, the clattering click of his heels signaling his arrival as he stomped towards you.

Uh oh.

"O-Oh! Riddle, I—" You stammered, scrambling up. "Love, I was just trying to—"

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?!" Riddle yelled, pulling you away from Trey and seizing your arm—all with a frown etched onto his face. You whimpered at his tight hold, his blunt nails digging deep into your skin. "What were you thinking?! Why were you running through the gardens like some buffoon?!"

"I-I...I was chasing...a rabbit." You peered at him through shaky wet lashes, cheeks burning up in embarrassment. Your sweetheart stared at you in incredulity before a snarky laugh left his lips.

"A rabbit." Riddle seethed, dragging a hand down his face. His pointed glare cut through you as he gestured towards the mess of red. "All that for a rabbit?!"

"I'll have you know that batch of paint is a special import from the Queendom of Roses. We've been waiting for its arrival for months and now you've ruined it with your tomfoolery!" The redhead's chest heaved as he finished his outburst. His skin had turned crimson, and a vein had ticked on his temple. Riddle grabbed a battered bucket beside you, making you avert your gaze towards him.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" He said. Your mouth dropped open, but you found yourself unable to say anything. The longer you kept silent, the more he felt his anger simmer. Riddle's face twisted into a vicious scowl before he threw the bucket full-force at a nearby tree. The resounding bang made you jump, fear gripping your heart.

"I said—" Riddle paused, his tongue screeching to a halt once he saw thick blobs of tears sliding down your face. Silence soon followed. Quickly, his demeanor changed as he finally realized the cruelty and weight of his words.

Muttering obscenities under his breath, Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. He's done it again, he let his anger get the better of him.

Mistaking his guilt for anger, you cowered before him, watery eyes glued to the ground as you sputtered out sloppy apologies. "I'm s-sorry, Riddle...I'm really sorry."

"No, I—" The redhead let go of your arm, causing you to fall back and crumble to the floor. He scrambled to kneel down beside you, hands hovering over your waist. "Rose, I didn't mean to—"

"I-I have to go." Everyone stared at you with sympathy as you rushed out of the garden, frantically wiping away at the tears on your cheeks. Riddle tried to go after you, but Trey blocked his path. The third-year shook his head, pushing the dormleader back. "Give her some space."

"You can apologize later." Trey sighed. He folded his arms over his chest, looking as if he was about to lecture Riddle. But the look of guilt on his childhood friend's face already told him all he needed to know.

ACT II: JUST LIKE ALICE

Sobs racked through your chest as you rushed through the woods. You didn't know where you were going, you just knew was that you needed to get away. Riddle's words still beat and tore at your poor heart.

So stricken with embarrassment from earlier, you didn't notice an overgrown branch sticking out of the dirt and you tripped, slipping into an agape rabbit hole. You fell through the dirt tunnel; Screaming your lungs out, spinning around wildly in the air, and panicking while tears sprung out of your eyes. Though you soon realized, as minutes passed that you were still falling. The hole seemed to be unending.

"By the great sevens-?!" You soon stopped spinning wildly and instead started floating down. From soaring book shelves, a musty wrinkled bed, a vintage lamp and a broken down piano—The hole around you was filled with all sorts of trinkets and junk.

It took a good 10 minutes before you finally dropped to the ground. Oddly enough, your fall didn't hurt one bit. In fact, it was rather...plush?

Looking down, you found yourself seated on a tremendous pile of pillows. Each pillow was distinct, mainly covered with red and black patchwork—you could only assume it was handmade. There was some sort of symbolism stitched onto it as well, resembling either a heart or playing cards.

"What in the...Twisted Wonderland?" You gasped, standing up.

Whilst on top of the pillowy mountain, you took the chance to survey the surrounding room. It was a great hallway lined with many doors of all shapes and sizes. The area was fairly big, modeled after Heartslabyul's dorms with its wine-red walls, checkered floors, and peculiar heart-themed architecture.

Was this some sort of secret hideout?

"How curious..." Sliding down the hill of pillows, you decide to survey the hallway. Amongst the doors, you find a small one that's hardly the size of your foot. It was unique from the rest, colored purple and framed by a golden archway instead of the common silver one that others had.

Speculative, you wrapped your fingers around the minuscule handle and turned the door open. You bent down to peek through and catch sight of a beautiful, lush garden.

A group of flowers danced around in the wind, almost as if they were beckoning you to take a closer look. For some odd reason, it fascinated you. In a trance, you turned back to the room with a new goal in mind. Surely there must be something in here that could take you in?

A banquet table sitting in the far corner caught your eye. It was filled to the brim with fresh pastries and drinks, strange considering no one was here. Though a bit creeped out, you took a gander at the feast lay out before you. Despite the table being so long, there was only one chair present and in front of it was an envelope.

"Curiouser and curiouser." You mutter.

Tearing the top open with your nail, you plucked out the contents of the envelope and caught sight of your name marked in elegant cursive on a lustrous golden card.

"A letter...?" You muttered. What you found was an invitation to a party. "Addressed to me?"

"The Red Queen's Unbirthday party...?" You mumbled, eyes skimming over the text until one line attracted your attention. "—Where His Majesty's Rose shall put on the Nine-Throng Tiara?"

A Tiara? With Nine-Throngs?

Blinking, you turned back to the stack of pillows. The very tiara you found in your attic was sitting at the top, glimmering under the lights of the hall. Uh...when exactly did that get here?

You squinted your eyes at the line again. "Where she shall put on the Nine-Throng Tiara..."

"Put on the Nine-Throng Tiara?" Pocketing the invitation, you trudged back to the very top of the pillows and took the jewel headdress in your hands. You could only assume that its appearance here right now was the result of magic.

...So it wouldn't be far off to say that it had magical powers, huh?

Taking a deep breath, you raised it above your head. "Well then, here goes nothing."

After gently setting it atop your head, you soon found a mystical glow engulfing your body. Gasping, you watched as your school uniform shifted and altered into a dress.

The dress was of a sky blue, a long train at its back, pleats along its front; It was decked with lavish lace, delicate embroidery and sewn in with diamonds.

The dress was knee-length and its big bouffant-styled skirt bounced when you walked. For accessories, you had opera-length white gloves and matching white stockings on.

Running your hand up your neck, you noticed how it had a high white lace collar which oddly complimented the black bow tied snug around your waist. The sneakers you had previously worn shifted themselves into dark mary janes, which felt like clouds with every step you took.

"O...kay? A dress-up was not what I was expecting." Sighing, you bunched up the train of your skirt in your hands and rushed back to the banquet table. This time, you took a look at the food and found a champagne bottle labeled "DRINK ME".

Silently debating if this was a good idea, after a while, you decide to just go for it. Popping the bottle open, you take a quick swig and immediately get hit with a wave of nausea. Gagging, you place the bitter drink down on the table.

"H-Huh!?" You gasp as the room around you grew bigger and bigger or rather—as you grew smaller and smaller.

"Oof!" You plopped down onto the floor, the banquet table now towering over you. The drink had managed to shrink you to the right size and it seems that your clothes adjusted accordingly. Clapping your hands, you happily made your way to the golden door and turned the handle.

Only to find that it was locked.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Furrowing your brows, you continued to furiously fumble with the doorknob.

"It wasn't locked earlier!" You whined, kicking at the door. Huffing, you turned back once more to the table. A small golden key was seen on top, one that you must have missed earlier.

Well, it was far too high up for you to reach now that was for sure. While marching up to the key, you spot a cookie marked “EAT ME” hidden behind one of the nearby table legs.

"Might as well." You shrug, grabbing the cookie. After brushing it off, you move in to take a bite. "This can't possibly get any worst."

"Huh...? W-Woah!" You shriek, looking down at your feet which seemed to be so far off. Just then your head struck against the roof of the hall. "Uff!"

This time, it seems that the cookie caused you to grow to an inordinately large height.

"That hurt..." You grumbled, rubbing the top of your head. At once, you took up the tiny golden key and hurried off to take the champagne bottle, downing the liquid and shrinking back down. With a pep in your step, you rushed towards the door.

"Alright, Wonderland." You pushed the key into the keyhole, turning until you heard a click.

"What do you have in store for me?"

Stepping into the door, you found yourself in the peculiar garden.

It was a whimsical wonderland of it's own. The sky was painted in reds and pinks, and the flowers were ones that you've never seen nor heard of before. The only ones familiar to you were the rosebushes which surrounded the area, enclosed around the garden like towering barricades as little butterflies kissed its roses, fluttering about the flora.

"Oi!" Jumping, you whipped your head around to find a familiar pair of ginger and blueberry heads peeking out from a tree. "Who're you?"

Gasping, both of your hands clasped over your mouth.

"Ace?! Deuce?!" The first-years jumped at your shrill shriek, nervously exchanging glances when their names flew out of your mouth. Both of them stepped away from their hiding spot, cautiously walking towards you.

"How do y'know my name?" Ace asked. You were about to answer his question, but got distracted once you noticed the ridiculous outfits they were dressed in. Both of them had identical vivid yellow blouses with thick white lapels. Said blouses were paired with high-waisted red slacks and big blue bow-ties.

Snorting, you covered your mouth to conceal your giggles. "W-What's with the goofy fit?"

"Eh? This is what we wear every day?" Deuce halted, looking down on his outfit. Ace shook his head, slapping his friend by the back of his head. "N-Never-mind that, listen, we have no idea who you are but—"

"Huh...?" You blinked dementedly. "What do you mean you have no idea who I am...? I'm Y/N!"

Both of them stared blankly at each other, then at you. Simultaneously, they bluntly replied. "Who?"

"Y/N!"

Ace folded his arms across his puffed up chest. "Never heard of 'er."

"Guys, seriously-"

"That dress looks expensive." Deuce noted, "Are you some duchess from out of the kingdom?"

"No! I'm-" You struggled.

"Deuce, I don't know about you...but I think she might be a bit cuckoo in the head." Ace whispered, deliberately backing away from you. "Let's walk away slowly..."

"Alright! Enough with the jokes!" You lashed out. Gathering your skirt in your hands, you frantically rushed towards the two. "Listen to me! I'm-"

"Your majesty!" Popping out of a corner, Trey appeared by your side and scrambled to clumsily curtsy before you. His shoulders trembled with tension as he kept them taut and square. Stupefied, you stumbled back and gawked at him. "Y-Your majesty?"

It was only then did you notice the two fluffy green bunny ears sitting atop his head. He fumbled with an antique pocket watch, taking a quick glance at the clock before hastily stuffing it into his pocket. Trey wore a plaid red petticoat, dark maroon slacks, and a deep lavender bowtie.

"I apologize for these two." He awkwardly chuckled, kicking at the two boys' knees and forcing them into kneeling positions. Nearly toppling over from the force of Trey's kick, both Ace and Deuce hurriedly crouched down before you.

"We apologize, your highness. We didn't realize it was you..." Deuce trailed off, face spiraling into a ghostly pasty white. "Y-You're not going to cut our heads off, are you?"

"Why—in the everlasting fuck—would I do that?!" You swore, scraping your fingers through your hair and tugging at the strands which made your tiara turn askew. "I don't even know what's going on!"

"Neither do I." All of a sudden, a floating grin appeared in the middle of nowhere, manifesting itself out of thin air. Then, a head and body slowly appeared in a cloud of lavender mist. A purple-haired cat-beastman appeared before you, tail swishing around gracefully as he smoked a long hookah.

The cat looked at you for some time in silence, his face obscured by the thick purple mist he was smoking. At last, he took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed Trey in a languid voice. "My~ You guys are really giving our rose a headache!"

The smoke cleared to reveal a familiar face grinning at you.

"Che'nya?! You're here too?!" You gasped.

"Yes~ Hello, there. Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka at your service," He bows.

"I have to say! It's great to see you here, your highness!" Che'nya chortled, floating up into the air and spinning around playfully. "Your husband turned the entire kingdom upside down looking for you."

Jolting, you pressed your palm flat to your chest in shock. "M-My husband?!"

"Yesss~" Che'nya drawled, floating around without a care in the world. "Your queen has gone mad ever since you've gone, your highness."

"My queen?!" Is your bewildered response.

"Yes, your majesty. Erm...the 'queen' is a he." Trey confirmed. "Queen Rosehearts has been in a state of panic since you've disappeared weeks ago."

Nodding along, Che'nya gestures to the bright red ring on your hand. You gape at the jewel, eyes ripped wide open. Where did that come from? What is with you and random jewelry popping out of nowhere? No, most importantly—you were married to Riddle?!

You tilt your head up, meeting everyone's eyes in a panicked state.

"This is a dream," Slowly backing away, you cradled your head in your hands. The gravity of the situation you were in was finally sinking in.

As you guessed, this was an extremely lucid and well-crafted dream. It had to be a dream. What other reason was there?

Most likely, you were in the forest right now, having fallen unconscious after tripping over that branch. Yes, truly, you must have hit your head somewhere.

In a daze, you gestured to the world around you. "Yes. Yes, this is a dream."

With that logic in mind, you were safely held inside the comforting quarters of your own head.

"You!" You bellow and point a rigid finger at Deuce. The poor boy tensed up, fear striking him like thunder as you moved towards his incapacitated frame. Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards you and spat out an order,

"Punch me."

Instantaneously, his horror-stricken expression melts into one of confusion. You want him to do what now?

"Erm.." Deuce furrows his brows, closes his eyes and clutches his chin, pondering.

Surely, it was against the law to punch the Queen's Rose? If Riddle got the slightest whiff of what he's done, he's a dead man. Then again, disobeying direct orders from royalty was also a crime, was it not?

He was torn.

Deuce sighs, moistening his lips as he meets your frenzied gaze. Ah, well...either way, this was a lose-lose situation for him.

"A-As you wish." Raising his arm, he smashed a rough fist against your cheek. The blow caused your head to violently whip back as you stumbled to the ground.

Minutes pass and yet, to your chagrin, apart from the growing bruise on your cheek, nothing has changed. You blink incessantly, brows drawn tight together.

"That's odd. Punching usually does the trick." You murmur, concurrently confused and dizzy. Trey helped you up and considered your condition with reckoning eyes. "Your majesty, have you hit your head somewhere? Or maybe you're sick? You're acting...odd."

"Oh, well—First off, I fell down a rabbit hole. Then there were pillows, tiny doors—and-and other things I can't even make sense of!" You gestured grandly around, acting out the various things you've experienced but Trey doesn't seem to appreciate your ramblings, continuing to stare at you like you were a madman.

You huff and scoured the vast open gardens as if you could find the culprit who had created this insane world. "This is all so insane, weird, a-and—and mad!”

"Oh, your highness, everyone here is mad. Especially you~!" Che'nya cackled, throwing his head back in amusement. He floated towards you, wrapping his lithe tail around your waist. "Ah, but while I do enjoy the little show you're putting on. We really have to get you back to the castle. Can't really have our kingdom's rose wandering around the forest with memory loss, hm?"

In a snap of his fingers, a map appeared before you.

"This, your highness, is the Red Castle. That's where you reside." Che'nya tapped his fingertip against the very center where an illustration of a castle was shown. It was quite nicely done, nearly to the point of obsessive architectural intricacy.

"Trey, I trust you'll take them there?" Che'nya purrs, head tilting to the side, knuckles pushing up against his cheek.

"Of course. I'll make sure you return home safe, your majesty." Trey responded, one of his bunny ears swiveling.

Once again, he checked his watch, anxiety gripping him as a trickle of sweat dripped down onto the glass frame. After a while, he pocketed it and reached his hand out to you. "We must leave now. I'm already running late for the unbirthday party. The opening ceremony starts in 3 hours..."

'Curious and curiouser...This is not so bad a dream,' you thought as you intertwined your fingers with his. 'Perhaps I should stay a while.'

ACT III: A WATCHFUL EYE

"Hey! Bunny—We really had to go this way?" Ace groaned, holding onto the train of your skirt as to not sully it on the dirt ground.

"It's the quickest way to the castle. You know we can't waste any more time." Trey pressed, directing your group deeper into the woods.

"Yeah, yeah! You told me that earlier. I just don't get why I gotta follow? That cat-guy dipped the moment we stepped a foot into this place." Ace pouted, kicking a nearby pebble away.

"Oh, is that so? Well then, feel free to go back." Trey scorned, taking the train of your dress away from Ace's hands and grasping it in his own. "It's not like I'm forcing you to come along. Surely that would make you happier?"

"Fine by me!" The ginger scoffed, crossing his arms and proceeding to go the other way.

Rolling his eyes, Trey pressed a hand by your back and continued guiding you through the forest. Only for you to come to a halt, digging your heels to the ground. "Wait."

"Your majesty?" The bunny noticed how your eyes flickered to Ace's retreating form briefly, concern swimming around your bright orbs.

"Will he be alright? I'm not so sure he even remembers where we came from..." You sighed. "We can't really leave him behind. Especially in this forest, of all places."

Trey stays silent, a warm smile spreading across his cheeks. Ah, so the tales were true. Tales of the Queen's Rose and their never-ending compassion. Hearsay's of how they pardon offenders sent to the dungeon cells or to the pillory of a guillotine.

"Don't worry, your majesty," Trey chuckled. "He'll be crawling after us in a few minutes."

Shaking your head, you grimaced. "If you say so."

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"That damn bunny. Makin' me go into this creepy place." Ace seethed through gritted teeth, stomping back from where he came from. "Like hell I'm wasting my time helping that crazy missy."

As he trudged through the dirt pathway, a branch cracked in the far distance and he froze. Fear gripped him in it's grasp as a cool chill seeped into his bones, creeping all the way up to his spine.

Ahm...was it just him, or was the sky darker now?

Gulping, Ace's eyes darted around the forest. The wind howled and screeched, the tall decaying branches of rotting trees reached out to him like talons, and the gloomy shadows in the distance morphed into twisted, deformed faces.

Yeah, no. He was out.

"O-Oi! Guys, on second thought, a hike is just what I need!" Ace disputes, struggling for breath as he chased after you. "Guys?!"

As Ace skittered after you, he was completely oblivious to the ominous gaze pinned to his back.

Obscured behind a cluster of trees, a raven, perched atop a log, looked straight at your group with a lidded stare—unblinking and as still as a statue.

Once you were all out of it's sight, the raven spread it's wings and took off into the sky. It soared through the woodlands, fleetly gliding around the large trees of a forest and wide grassy plains before reaching the Queen's domain.

Grey mist and thin fog cut through the streets of the kingdom while a looming feeling of dread permeated through the air. The past few weeks of searching have not been merciful to the people, it seems. Everyone has felt the full effect of the rose's disappearance.

Once the bird reached the territory of the Red Castle, it swoops and dips down to a balcony. The Knave of Knights stood by his desk in his bedroom, reading over letters and declarations from the Queen. Just a few beheadings to schedule here and there, nothing too difficult.

The loud flap of wings drew his attention away from the desk. A leering smirk stretches across his face as he stands and leisurely strolls over to the bird.

"Birdie~ Back so soon? Have you found them?" He purrs, cocking his head. The leather pads of his glove stroke lightly at the crow's head as it squawks a response. "Hmm~? The queen's favorite trio of lunatics is taking her here?"

Chucking, the Knave clasped his hands around his sallet—lazily pulling his helmet off and allowing his ginger hair to cascade down his shoulders. The iron of his cuirassier plate armor glinted under the glare of the sun, refined and battle-scarred though peculiarly lavishly decorated. It seemed to serve more as a fashion statement than actual protection.

"Well then~ Let's go pay Queen Red a visit, lil' Cay-Cay." Cater muses, scratching the side of his cheek.

"Hopefully that rabbit can handle it. It's going to be MY head on the pillory if she doesn't return home safe."

ACT IV: STRAWBERRY JAM

"SOMEONE HAS TAKEN THREE OF MY TARTS!"

The doors to the throne-room thrash open, smashing hard against the walls. Servants and soldiers alike startled, groveling in fear as they forced their gaze towards the entryway. In all his full glory, the Red Queen appears, adorned in his usual white dress suit.

His face was tinted in a deep bloody red, pupils dilated into mere pin-pricks, and thin lips stretched out into a snarl. The wisps of his lashes cast a bold shadow across his plump cheekbones, the brush of scarlet eyeshadow above his eyes intensifying his scornful gaze.

Card soldiers frantically scramble to line up by the pathway as Riddle prowls around the room, his signature cape tossed over his left shoulder, dragging along the floor as he went. Snarling, he points his golden scepter to a soldier standing by the end of the line. "Was it you?!"

"N-No my queen..."

"You?!" Riddle bellows, swiveling his scepter to point to one of your handmaids this time. Whimpering, she shook like a leaf in her shoes, wringing a washcloth tight in her hands. "I-It w-was not me, my queen."

A sudden movement, on the fringes of his peripheral vision, caught his attention. Turning around, his gaze was drawn to a chef standing near the door. The boy appeared to be no more than fifteen years old. Riddle assumed he was a mere apprentice.

The chef popped his fingers in his mouth, seemingly humming at it's taste. How...odd.

Squinting his eyes, Riddle strides towards the apprentice. He approached the boy, pushing him back until his back was flush against the window's tinted glass panes.

"And how about you...?" Riddle seethes, leaning down close to the chef's face. A wobbly grin presents itself on the boy's lips as he stutters out a greeting.

"Tsk." Tutting, Riddle places his scepter below the apprentice's chin, flicking the boy's gaze up. His crimson eye darts to the side of the chef's lips where a smidge of jam could be faintly seen.

"Miscreant." Riddle snarls, dragging the boy forward by his apron. Falling forward, the subject scrapes his skin against the floor—a look of horror seeping onto his face as he kneels before his queen.

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD." Riddle screams, slamming the bottom of his scepter onto the ground which discharged a burst of magic. A collar manifested itself around the chef's neck, so heavy that it weighed his entire upper body down—making him fall.

Panicking, he writhed around on the ground but could not muster enough strength to bring his head up due to the sheer weight of the restraints.

"No! Please!" Indifferent to the pleads of his victim, Riddle scoffs and struts towards his throne, heels noisily clicking against the marble. Moving swiftly, a pair of soldiers grabbed the offender by his arms, dragging him out of the room. As the screaming crook was taken out, the doors shut close with a resounding bang.

"My apologies for the disturbance." Sighing, Riddle reclines against his throne, cape draped across his shoulder and cascading down to his lap. Grumbling, he pushes his hair back—half-lidded gaze piercing through the crowd before him.

"All of you return to your previous duties." He orders. Though hesitant, gradually, the servants resumed to their previous tasks around the castle, toiling silently as to avoid further aggravating the Red Queen.

Riddle sighs and sinks onto his throne, rubbing at the scorch in his eyes. The warm beaming light of the sun cascaded down his flushed face as he reflected over his previous actions

Was he too harsh with his punishment? After all, you've always resented the way he dealt with delinquents so...intently.

Riddle sighs, tilting his head back. Perhaps he should have—

A frown etched itself deep onto his cheeks.

No. That chef deserved every bit of punishment sent his way. It was a general and well-known rule in the castle that no one must consume the tarts baked in preparation for an unbirthday party. Only a fool would forget it.

"It was justified," He huffs. "I am clearly in the right," Riddle consoles himself.

Behind the draping crimson curtains of the throne room, a tall figure steps out—adorned in a full suit of armor. The Red Queen glances at the stranger, immediately recognizing the tangerine strands peeking out through the openings of his helmet.

"Knave." Riddle murmurs, addressing Cater with a simple glare. Unfazed, Cater bows with a cheery grin before striding over to the queen's side. Plopping himself onto the arm of the chair, Cater leans down to wrap an arm around Riddle. "Hiya~!"

"That was certainly the performance of a lifetime earlier. It was theatre worthy!" The Knave snickers, eyes sweeping across the room, rejoicing at the horrified looks the servants send him.

'How dare a mere knave like him act so friendly with the red queen?!' He could already hear their hushed whispers. 'Was he mad?'

'Mayhaps.' Cater chuckles, eyes turning dark.

"Anyhow~! Boy, do I have some good news for you." Cater laughs, mood switching over like a light switch. He pulls off his helmet, fanning his face with his hands. "Man, it's so hot in here. Like—Who installed the ventilation?"

Riddle clicks his tongue, pushing the knave away. "I am in no mood for your shenanigans. Come back some other time."

"Ugh, if you say so." Cater sighs, slipping off the throne and turning his back to the queen. "I guess you don't want to hear about how my little pet found your rose. Toodles!"

"What?" Riddle snaps, pulling Cater back by his arm. "Repeat that at once."

Cater smiles.

He turns to Riddle with a cold dead look in his eyes. "Ara~? Didn't you say you weren't in the mood? Don't worry. I'll come back later. For now, I'll be on my merry way~"

"Do not test me, knave." Riddle seethes, hands coiling tight around his scepter. Cater hummed, waiting a second or so before responding.

"Little Cay-Cay found her with the bunny and the tweedle duo. They were trekking through the forest." He rasps, toying with the half painted rose brooch on Riddle's suit pocket. "I think that little baker bunny of yours is escorting her here."

"Find them." Riddle growls, baring his teeth. Cater blinked languidly, confusion written all over his features. "Why would I do that? Like I said, they're already bringing her here—"

"I said find them!" The red queen snaps, slamming his fist down onto the arm of his throne. Cater stares at him with a passive expression, unmoving and watching Riddle's every movement carefully.

Well, this certainly ruined his plans. What a travesty.

"As you wish..." He kneels, slipping his helmet back onto his head. "...your majesty."

ACT V: THE KNAVE

Despite the initial creepiness, it was quite nice to take a walk in the forest.

Owls hooted and birds chirped in the darkness as golden-orange leaves fluttered in the wind. The soft cool breeze occasionally reached out to caress your cheeks. Nature was at pure harmony with each other here, melting into a single combined melody that provided your group with peaceful ambience.

"The gates are just up ahead. It'll lead us directly to the castle grounds." Trey divulged, tilting his head towards a distant outline of a castle.

You took a deep breath and took in the crisp woodland air, letting it fill your lungs before exhaling it out. The anticipation of what was to come made your hands clammer as a wave of nervousness washed over you.

"Hi~! Oh, Miss Majesty!" The clippety-clop of hooves made its way towards you. Seated on a gigantic beauty of a black stallion, a rider halted before you.

"Oh! U-Um..." Gasping, you gathered your skirt and stumbled back. Tilting your head up, you gazed up at the stranger, "Ah...are you some kind of royal guard?"

The mysterious armor-clad rider laughs, shaking his head. "Hmm...close to that! Actually, I'm a knave!"

"The name is Cater Diamond. At your service." Cater bowed. His horse too mimicked his actions as it bent a knee and curtseyed before you. Giggling, you raised a hand to gently pet at the stallion's mane. It seemed to revel in the gesture as it relaxed and huffed in satisfaction.

"Ah. Cater, I-I didn't expect to see you here." Trey fiddled with his glasses, a ruminative look on his face. The chef kept himself guarded, stepping a few feet away. Cater side-eyed him, smiling ominously. "Hiyaa~ Trey! Nice to see you and your little tweedle boys."

Deuce and Ace frowned, glaring at the smug aristocrat. Folding his arms over his chest, Trey sighed. "Yeah...nice to see you."

"Mhm~ Now!" Cater clapped his hands. "While I really do appreciate you bringing our Miss Majesty back to the kingdom...I do believe there's an unbirthday party coming up? Well, it would be best if you commoners—Ah, excuse me—participants went ahead and started preparing."

All three had the same smoldering frown branded onto their faces. They were clearly irked at the not-so-subtle dig Cater sent their way. It’s becoming a bit of a ritual: every time the knave would meet any of them there was always some snarky comment sitting on the tip of his tongue.

"I dunno' if you're blind or anythin', but we're kinda busy." Ace scoffed, tilting his head over to you. "She still has to get into that castle."

"Ah, about that! Don't worry~ I'll take things over and bring the rose to the castle." Cater grins at you, patting down his horse. "Miss Majesty, wouldn't you prefer riding a great stallion instead of...how horrifying...walking?"

"Oh, I really don't mind walking. I think I'll just—"

"Great!" Before you could finish your sentence, Cater leans down and wraps a firm steady arm around your bottom. You flinch, pushing your hands against his shoulders. "H-Hey!"

"Easy now, Miss Majesty." He hoists you up onto his horse, securely placing you atop the saddle. The train of your dress was now bunched up by your hips as you sat sideways on the stallion.

"You're so relentless." You huff, smacking Cater's iron clad chest. Only to end up regretting it when your palm started to throb from the impact. Hissing, you drew your hand back.

What a surprise. Who knew hitting someone decked in full armor wasn't a good idea?

“It would be unrefined for me to leave her with someone—someone like you!” Trey bristles, dashing over to pull you off the horse but Cater was quick to shove him away.

“Oh, please, bunny. I insist,” Cater replies firmly. “You're a busy man, Trey. I—of all people—know the importance of keeping a well-ordered schedule and you know fully well how Queen Rosehearts hates being off schedule."

Trey stays silent, keeping his gaze glued to his feet.

Grinning wryly, Cater starts guiding his horse in the direction of the castle. "Well, then~ Toodles! We'll see you three at the party."

With a whip of his reins, both of you were off.

In haste, you turned your head around, bidding adieu to the trio as they waved back.

ACT VI: MAD PARTY

The journey to the castle was fairly long, yet you found yourself enjoying the sights and bustle of the city blurring past you while the people greeted you with robust gaiety and mirth.

When the clouds parted to reveal the sun, you noticed that your eyes stung as you peered up at the strangely pink sky. It wasn't the intense brightness of the sky; rather, it had a shade that brought back memories of late afternoons spent in Heartslabyul, petting pink flamingos while lying on the grass with Riddle's head on your lap.

Following unbirthday celebrations, it was routine for you two to relax while just enjoying each other's company.

Ah, that's right...the unbirthday party. In fact, now that you think about it, there was an unbirthday planned in your "reality" as well. It was the day after today, and the entire dorm was overrun with work.

A painful sting crept up your heart as you remembered the events that transpired earlier. Oh, you must have ruined Riddle's preparations...no wonder he was so livid.

The horse slowed to a stop as you reached the entryway of the castle. It was in essence of a Victorian design. With its mosaic of red cobblestone and brick, it stood there—tall and bold, as though conjured from a child's fairytale.

Cater slipped off his horse and held out a hand for you to take. "Shall we? Ah, but, you do know that your presence is mandatory at an unbirthday party?"

"Yes, I do. We shall." You smile and take his hand as he carries you off the horse, setting you down onto the ground. The knave led you to the back of the castle, where a garden—or, more accurately, a yard—was at.

A big rose-tree at the entryway drew your attention. The roses growing on it were white, but there were two gardeners at it, busily painting them red.

"How curious..." You mutter. "It's just like back in Heartslabyul..."

"Pardon? What was that, your majesty?" Cater questioned, a brow raised. You shook your head, faking a cough. "Ah—Erm—Nevermind that it was just a slip of tongue."

"Oh. Alright..." He regarded you with a skeptical look. "Well then. I'll leave you to it. I have to go fetch Queen Rosehearts."

"Do enjoy the party." With a final bow, Cater strode away, leaving you alone.

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The party was bustling and filled with patricians dressed in colorful, silky lavish garbs and glimmering jewels. The majority of the men and women were dressed considerably more extravagantly than you. It was a charming small extravaganza that everyone seemed to enjoy.

They were all huddled around by a grand large banquet table, but you weren't interested in that at all.

Among the guests, you recognized Trey. He appeared to be speaking to a card soldier in a hasty, anxious manner, smiling at everything the soldier said and passing you by unnoticed. The bunny was clearly preoccupied; you decided to leave him be this time.

You turned back to the gardeners painting the rosebushes. What a very curious thing...and you went nearer to watch them.

Just as you came up to them, one of them nearly splashed you with a dash of paint. You pulled your skirt out of the way, narrowly missing a drop of red. "Oh, my!"

"Oi! Look out, Deuce! Don’t go splashing paint over like that!" You peered up at the gardeners, noticing two familiar faces.

Ace and Deuce were engaged in a heated argument, flinging their brushes and buckets around.

“I couldn’t help it! You jogged my elbow!" Deuce snarled, throwing his brush at Ace. Screeching, the ginger dodged it. "Oh yeah! That’s right, Deuce! Always lay the blame on others!”

Deuce flung down his paintbucket, and had just begun to roll his sleeves up "Say that again—” when his eye chanced to fall upon you. As you stood watching them, he checked himself suddenly. Ace looked round also, and both of them quickly bowed low. "Your majesty!"

"You know. You ought to stop fighting if you want to get this done," you mused. "Queen Rosehearts is coming, boys. Make sure to get that done or it's—"

You swiped your finger across your neck, hinting at what was to happen if the two didn't straighten up. "Off with your head."

The tweedle duo visibly tensed up. "Yes, your majesty!" They shouted, rushing back to paint the unblemished white roses. At this moment, Trey, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called out: “The Queen is here!"

The people gathered by the entryway, and you looked round, eager to see your Queen. Murmurs and whispers spread through the crowd as the procession started.

First came a crowd of card soldiers, decked in military uniforms that were reminiscent of Heartslabyul's dorm uniforms. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, Cater was seated atop his horse, head stuck up high in the air. As he waltzed by, you could hear the murmurs and giggles of young women and men around you. Smiling, you shook your head as he winked at a flustered servantboy. 'What a charmer...'

Last of all, the trumpets blared an ear-piercing blow as the highlight of this grand procession came.

"His Imperial Majesty, His grace, His excellency, His Royal Majesty...The Red Queen, Riddle Rosehearts!"

The people round you bowed down yet you were rather doubtful whether you ought to lie down like them or approach the procession. So you stood still where you were, and waited. When the procession came by you, they all halted.

A moment of pure silence envelops the scene. Everyone in the garden gawked at you, placing you in a spotlight. A bashful smile came upon your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hi..?"

"Rose." Riddle muttered, shock radiating from his entire being. The scepter he'd been carrying was discarded on the floor carelessly as he surged towards you, dragging you into his arms. Gasping, you eagerly sank into his embrace as the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers. Riddle drew back and pressed his lips heatedly against yours, making you feel faint.

My, the Riddle in this world was certainly much more forward than the one in yours.

"Oh, my dear." Riddle swoons, raising your hands and pressing his lips against your knuckles. "Dearest, I've been worried sick. I thought you'd gone forever."

Heart melting, you whispered, "Well, I'm here now.", and traced the side of his face.

Riddle leaned against your touch; He tucked his arm affectionately into yours and pulled you in to join the procession.

As you soon noticed, you were walking by Trey, who was peeping anxiously at a paper.

"Hello, Trey" You greeted. "—where’s Che'nya?"

“Hush!” He said in a low, hurried tone. He looked anxiously over at Riddle who was preoccupied with adjusting the large bow to your dress. Trey leaned over, putting his mouth close to your ear as he whispered "Che'nya is under sentence of execution."

“What for?” You hushed, eyes wide as a plate. Trey opened his mouth to speak but before he could—you were pulled off into the croquet grounds by Riddle.

"What a lovely day for croquet. Don't you think, rose?" Riddle smiled, pressing his lips against your knuckles once more. He pulled you forward, chest flush against yours as his hands rest against your hips. Stammering, your cheeks burned up at his bold affections. "O-Oh! Yes! Very much! Though I don't know if I have the energy for a game right now."

"Alright then. Feel free to rest a while." Riddle seats you down a round table filled with pastries. Riddle discards his cape, revealing the handsome the 3-piece suit he had underneath.

The queen plucks a rose from a nearby bush and nips away its thorns. He presses a fleeting kiss against your lips whilst threading the rose into your hair. "Stay here, dearest. I'll be back."

ACT VII: OFF WITH HIS HEAD

Well...the croquet game wasn't going so well. The players all played at once without waiting for turns, overeager to get Riddle's attention. They quarreled all the while and ran around scrambling for the hedgehogs and flamingos.

It was complete anarchy.

The very thing Riddle hated.

In a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” roughly once every minute. You become overwhelmed in the midst of this mayhem and fled to the safety of the banquet table. There weren't many individuals present. Only a few people lingered and loitered around.

Pouring yourself tea, a hand suddenly wraps around yours as purple mists surrounds you. A second later, a grin appears. "Hello, your majesty."

"Che'nya!" Now fully visible, the cat stops smoking his hookah and blows smoke in your face. "We meet again."

Coughing, you swat the smoke away. "Ufh— Y-Yes! How are you?! I heard you were sentenced to be executed!"

"Oh yes," Che'nya yawned, resting his head atop the banquet table. "I escaped the guards. Queen Rosehearts didn't like it when I took his crown."

"You took his crown?!" You screamed out a little laugh and Che'nya grinned madly. "Yes~ Oh, you should've seen his face when he realized it was missing! It was like a strawberry about to explode! Ah—but you seem quite down. What is the matter?"

“It's the croquette game,” You began, in rather a complaining tone, “Everyone is quarrelling so dreadfully and Riddle's temper has exploded again.”

“Hmmm. Tell me, how do you tolerate the Queen?” said the Cat in a low voice. "Seeing that you're married to him and all, silly girl."

“Well, tolerate is a mean word. He's not all that bad,” You soothed, fiddling with the rose in your hair: "I think you’d take a fancy to him if you could only see just how caring he is."

"People will always look at their lovers with a love-tinted gaze." Che'nya purrs, leaning his head atop yours. "Prime example being you, silly girl~"

"How dare you speak to her that way."

Just then you noticed that Riddle was close behind you, listening. Jolting, you moved away from the cat and accidentally dropped your tea cup. The piece of china clattered to the ground, spilling its contents all over the green grass. Paying no mind to the mess, the queen pulled you towards him, protectively shielding you from the cat.

"I remember you. You're the thief. Tell me, how did you manage to worm your way in here?" Riddle pointedly snaps. "I'll have you know this breaks a rule in the—"

“A cat may look at a king,” interrupts Che'nya, smoking his hookah. "That is the only rule I've bothered to remember and I’ve read that in some rulebook, but I don’t remember which one. There's so many dreadful rules. How do you manage to memorize it all? Ah—apologies—I forget that you have such a big head."

With every passing comment from the cat, Riddle's fury simmered and grew anew. The cat looked up at the royal with a wide grin.

"You are brilliant and astute," he slurred, while Riddle neither acknowledged nor protested the remark. "Yet you are a tyrant and that rose of yours is a willing little sheep."

A deafening silence soon followed. The shock locked Riddle's bones together; a coldness seeping into his bones, making his skin feel akin to ice as his chest filled with hostility and ire. You felt a muscle underneath your throat tighten, but you gave both men a quick nervous smile and nudged Riddle to the side. "O-Oh darling, let's go somewhere else. Maybe you'd like to sit down? I-It's so hot and—"

"Sheep? A sheep you say?" Riddle barks, his hands clenched into fists—trembling at his sides. You wanted to calm him, but did not have the opportunity to do so as his voice cut through the thick tension in the air.

"Why it would be the very height of your arrogance to presume." Riddle seethes, pointing his scepter at the cat. The queen's eyes glowed an immense red, magical energy swirling around him. "As punishment for your crimes...it's off with your head. I'm going to tear your head off with my bare hands if I have to."

"You can try~" Che'nya grinned.

The Cheshire cat lunged towards Riddle, tossing the queen's scepter away. It all moved so quickly that your eye could barely follow the sudden shift of repressed anger to outright violence.

They had gone down to the grass together, knocking the banquet table over, spilling the pastries and tea to the ground. Riddle sagged him by the shoulders, fist smashing against the cat's face. Che'nya's lip had split, and drops of blood fell onto the lawn like the strawberry jam of smashed tarts.

In the midst of the fight, a glimmering object in Che'nya's hands caught your eye. You saw him grab a stray knife, pastel blue frosting still spread on it, and the sight of it shocked you into action.

"NO!"

ACT VIII: THROUGH THE WINDOW

"NO!" You scream, half of fright and half of anger, and kicked your legs around. Startling yourself awake in a fit, you found yourself lying on top of a clinic bed, limbs soaked in sweat—the smell of alcohol and anti-septics sobering you up. "Wh-What?"

All of a sudden, warm hands cupped your damp cheeks. You met Riddle's worried gaze as he wiped your tears away. The dorm leader slipped into the chair next to your bed, pushing you to lie down. "It's just a nightmare, dearest."

Your gaze flitted around the room, stopping once you saw something shimmering on your bedside table. The tiara was discarded to your side; Its once luminous blue gem was now gone, leaving an empty space in its wake. Looking down, you found yourself in your paint-stained uniform, skin feeling awfully crusty from the dry paint.

'It was just a dream...?' you ponder.

"What's the matter? Please tell me what's wrong." Riddle fussed over your disheveled appearance. Your face perspired with sweat and your hair was a tumble about your shoulders; He combed it with his fingers, careful to not pull at any tangles and knots. "Rose? Dearest? Are you alright?"

No, you wanted to say. It was hard to breathe, and there was a thick, unpleasant feeling weighing down your heart. It made your head spin. Riddle ran a hand up and down your back as you took a deep, shaky breath, trying to reorient yourself. Despite the apprehension in your chest, you gave a single nod to your worried lover. "Yes. I'm just shaken up."

"Love.."

"Everythings fine." You force out. Though, you’re really saying it to yourself. You can't stop the aching in your chest and you surely can't silence the echo of his ruthless words replaying in your mind.

"Oh, dearest." Riddle murmured, his heart breaking.

The redhead slips in bed with you, dragging you in the comfort and safety of his arms. He sighs in relief when you don't push him away, instead scooting over to press against him. The smell of his cologne invades your senses, grounding you as he rests his head against yours. "I am so sorry. I have been too hard on you."

"When Ace found you passed out in the forest, I was beside myself with anguish...." Guilt washed over his face. The dorm leader had no use for pride, not now when you were in this condition. He hopes that his apology, meager though it has been, will be enough.

"Had-Had I known you were sick, I wouldn't have been so—I deeply apologize. I should not have let my anger get the best of me. I was a fool to get so heated over something as simple as spilled paint. I hadn't even checked if you were alright." Riddle mutters.

"I'm sorry too. Though, I'm just glad it's over." You breathed out, resting against his chest. Then you regarded him with a pointed stare. "Humph. You have to make it up to me, though."

"Of course. Thank you, rose." Riddle hesitates for a moment and then, brazenly, leans forward and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh! How bold~” You tease with a wry grin, giggling madly like a Victorian lady who just held hands with her lover for the very first time. Riddle flushes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Shaking his head, he composes himself, coughing into the sleeve of his shirt. "Am I not allowed to show you affection?"

"Oh no, I adore it." Chuckling, you reached out your hand, and Riddle eagerly took it. He pressed his lips against your forehead as you stared out the window in front of you.

While the sun sank, the sky was tinged with bleeding reds and violets. You spent the next several minutes wondering whether what you'd just witnessed was truly a 'dream' when you saw a strange appearance in the air. That baffled you at first, but after observing it for a minute or two, you realized it was a sharp toothed-grin.

Sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off was Che'nya. When he smoked his hookah and blew smoke about himself, a purple magical mist encircled him. The Cheshire cat grinned at you with a split lip before fading away.

How curious.

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Twisted Wonderland Men Teasing You

Pairing: Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, flirting, public display of affection, teasing, blushing, cheek kisses, neck kisses, hand kisses

A/N: Something about writing TWST fluff that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Trey teases you when it's just the two of you, he's not a big prankster and is rather down to earth when compared to some of his dormmates. He likes to do the little things like complimenting you a lot about things he knows will make you flustered, or pulling you towards him unexpectedly and nibbling on your ear just a little to get you to yelp and gasp.

Ace doesn't go one break without teasing you. He wouldn't do it in the middle of classes but after? Oh you bet. He's always holding your hand, commenting on how small and gentle it is compared to his right before kissing it and watching you turn the same color as his heart tattoo. Always gets a laugh out of seeing you so cute and flustered, which is why he has no intention of stopping, he knows you'll get back at him sooner or later.

Leona might be lazy but let no one call him passionless, especially not when you're the subject of his passion. Can be both aggressive and gentle with his teasing. Sometimes it's holding you close, your back against the wall while he mouths at your neck while whispering how much he missed you during classes and other times it's mumbling in his sleep about random things he likes about you. Most of the time he doesn't even remember doing that, it's just second nature at this point.

Ruggie is a very mischievous guy, he will tease you whenever he gets the chance, no opportunity is too small or too big. Passing love notes to you during class is a must, stolen winks, taking a bite of your food before offering you his while talking about indirect kisses and promising real ones later are all part of an almost daily occurrence with him.

Azul chooses the moments he's going too tease you very carefully. He has to make sure to do it when you least expect it. When you're walking to class he'll walk up next to you kiss you for good luck and then walk off, he'll drape his arms around you while you're in the café, watching your face adopt that cute but bashful smile right before he wipes it off your face with a sweet kiss after delivering you your order.

Jamil being a pretty reserved person, at least in public will sometimes squeeze your hand a little to let you know when he's about to let go and always kiss your cheek before and after class. His teasing comes in the form of his looks, his ever so slightly devious smirk as he looks at you from the other side of the classroom, the hidden silent words mouthed at you. Nothing to get either of you in trouble but enough to make you want to kiss him silly after classed end.

Rook despite looking like a gentleman has a hidden mean side to him. Not actually evil although you do call him that when his kisses leave you breathless and wanting for more. Yet somehow he always kisses you like that just before the bell rings. While on walks he knows what spots to take you to where you won't be disturbed so he can have fun with you away from prying eyes. There you can whimper all you want, there's no need to hold back.

Idia sends a lot of flirty messages and sometimes pictures of him without his shirt on because he claims it's too hot to be wearing one. He'll never tease you in public though, be protective yes, but not tease. In his opinion that side of him is only for you to witness and take delight in. He feels similarly about seeing you flustered, at least for now he'd like to keep it for himself.

Malleus likes whispering things to you while you're nestled in his arms. Hearing, feeling you react to his words is some of the best rewards he can hope for. Well other than he way you moan when his fangs make marks on your neck or your inner wrist. He knows you're asking for more, but you must be patient and wait, meet him later tonight, and he'll make all your wishes come true.

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littlemissayu · 7 months

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TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 1)

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

ft. :Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; ft. Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt.3; ft.Pomefiore, Ignhihyde | pt. 4; ft.Diasomnia

Riddle Rosehearts-

This man only has 1 kid, maybe 2 but that's kinda pushing it. I think he would be so worried about messing up his child the way his mother messed him up. He'd be strict yet dotting on his children; like he'll make sure their homework is done by a reasonable time and then praise them for doing really well on an assignment, especially if it's a subject they genuinely struggle with. If I'd say a boy dad or girl dad honestly, I think it could go either way, but I'm leaning towards boy dad.

Trey Clover-

I heavily believe he will have a big family anywhere from 4 - 7 kids. And these kids are absolutely close in age because I know the two of you are gonna get very busy, it feels like you're always pregnant with other people. Just imagine Trey with a mini him (or you) helping him crack the eggs in a bowl while they're wearing matching aprons <3. He would be a gentle parent but would put his foot down went he needed to. When it comes to girl dad or boy dad I can only think both!!

Cater Diamond-

At first he wasn't sure he wanted kids bc kids are a lot to take care of, but after the two of you being together and going through so much. He realizes deep down he did want to start a family with you. He would probably want only one or two but your first pregnancy you end up with triples; then you two said that's it until you got pregnant again with twins!!(My headcanon that Cater's special magic makes it more likely to have twins, triplets, etc come for here!!). It wasn't what the two of you anticipated but you couldn't be happier

Your pair of triplets ended up being 2 girls and a boy, then your twins were girls. He's a very fun dad always staying on top of the trends and slang. He has a hard time laying down the law with his kids sometimes, so you have to do it most of the time but when he really has to he does. *Bonus: You guys have 4 family photo shoots a year, and multiple photo albums*

Ace Trappola-

He probably has 3-5 kids, but from time to time it feels like you have 4-6 kids. He's always getting into trouble with them, playing pranks on you and others, even each other. There is no quiet in your household, it doesn't exist til everyone's asleep. Your kids are the most playful and competitive children you've ever seen, but they know to dial it back from time to time; Ace told them "When your mom says it once, she might be joking, if she says it twice she more likely serious so listen, if you make it to three....your the only name going on that tombstone". You guys are the most chaotic adorable family ever.

Deuce Spade-

He has 3 kids and not a single one of them is male, bc this man is %100 a GIRL DAD!! At first he was nervous about messing her up but after your first girl turned 3 and your second is 1, he couldn't imagine having a boy. He is the most proud girl dad you'll ever see. Is so protective of his amazing girls(that includes you btw), would fight off mosquito if it bit one his girls, no matter have stupid he looks. Spoils his little girls in any way he can, luckily you're there to make sure their not TOO spoiled.

Leona Kingscholar-

This man has 2 children and always makes sure one never feels less than the other. He knows what it's like to be stuck in your siblings shadow so he tries to make sure that never happens to his kids. While he won't always be present since he is still part of the royal family and therefore will have certain royal duties to fulfill; he will always do his best to be there for his kids. He does sleep less then he did before since his life is busier, but he always makes sure to take a nap everyday so when he's with his wife and kids he'll be able to be in a better mode to see his beautiful family. He would have one girl and one boy.

Ruggie Bucchi-

3-8 kids. His kids are the rowdiest, sneakiest kids you've ever seen. Although most of the time they're super sweet(to you). The first time you two talked about kids you agreed on only 2, but after having your first 2 rascals. You two got some more baby fever and ended up having only a few more. You did have a good paying job so you could take care of your little pack of children. The Bucchi household never has a boring day because there is always something really exciting or crazy that is happening. Overall he has more girls than he does boys. You first daughter stays a daddy's girl <3, but dw he loves all his kids equally!

Jack Howl-

4 kids, an even amount. He isn't the most expressive Dad but his kids can tell how he feels based on body language and physical acts. While to others it may seem as if he couldn't care less about his kids, it is the complete opposite. Always making sure their ok, celebrating their accomplishments, and always encouraging them to do what they love. His kids can tell through these small acts that he loves them. Your husband loves to take early morning runs, ofc but when your kids are babies he would take them in their stroller so they can get some fresh air to get them in a good mood. He does that so that maybe if their baby is in a better mood you won't have to much stress when trying to figure out what they need; it makes both of your lives easier. At first the two of you though you'd only have boys bc of your first 3 but then low and behold, your last kid was a baby girl<3!!

Heartsabyul Masterlist

Savanaclaw Masterlist

TWST Masterlist

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luxthestrange · 5 months

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Shirt Series:Heartslabyul!

If you guys MISSED my twst cake series...then you gonna love the Shirt series...Shirts your boyfriend/s wears that were a gift from you!

Riddle Rosehearts:

Yuu*Grins at others holding riddle hand*Its ME im the "Choices" he took!~

Trey Clover:

....Does he wear it just to make Ace get angry, cuz you(Ace's bestie) Hooked Heartslabyul's "Mom"..., plus that means you see him as marriage material-

Cater Diamond:

...Do you have to come in the room first put the song and open the door for his entrance every time with this shirt?...Yes...

Ace Trappola:

Did he call it ugly? Yes...is he giving it back to you NEVER-ITS HIS AND HE WILL WEAR IT EVERYDAY-

Deuce Spade:

You're the Princess peach to his Mario-

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cupids-chamber · 1 month

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Thinking of a story, where it's actually an entire dating show, maybe one of those trapped in an island, or fancy house dating shows, and we have like 3 or 4 different seasons, all with different y/n's, season one could be dorm leaders, season two could be vice dorm leaders, and etc.

And you all as readers in real time can vote on who y/n may go out with, and who they'll choose to go out to a certain place with, and then at the end of the season you could have a poll that will decide who y/n will finally end up with.

I'm currently jotting down plans on how I'm going to design this smau/story, currently planning on the series to have about 3 seasons, and I'll coordinate plans accordingly. The main post will probably be out later this week or month, depending on how I feel like it.

Tell me if you'd like to be on the tag list !! (you could also join my server and pick out a ping role for new chapters)

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inuiiwonderland · 19 hours

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Stupid teenager in love

Ace seems to be in deep denial about his feelings for the prefect. Everyone can tell the heartslabyul first year has feelings for the prefect of ramshackle but he’s still denying it! So, the rest of the first year gang take it upon themselves to help Ace come to terms with his feelings.

Ace trappola x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff (shocker), the first year gang smacking some sense into Ace, Ace getting jealous, and um that’s it🤍

A loud cackle can be heard in the lounge as some people nearby glanced at their booth and some even gave them weird looks. The first year gang side eye ace. They were all trying to have a serious conversation with the red head but he couldn’t even take the situation seriously!

“Me? In love with the prefect? HAHA! Please as if!”

“We never said that you were in love with them”

“Oh” His face heats up before he quickly looks away.

“But you guys are making it seem like I am!” He says as he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t be surprised if you were” It was Jack who spoke as he sighs and shakes his head. Ace just groans as he slumps further down onto the chair.

“Jeez why do you guys even think I like the prefect anyway?” Everyone looked at him in utter disbelief as he continued to talk.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Yer so dumb it’s actually making my head hurt!”

“I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were this dumb”

“Hey!”

“It’s a shame your parents have you as their child!”

“Okay that's so not cool!” He glares at them before getting up from his seat and grabbing his bag.

“I don’t know how many more times I have to say this but I’m only going to say it once. I don’t like the prefect!”

And he stomps off.

The rest of the group give each other a knowing look.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yep”

“Uh huh”

“Unfortunately”

“He’s a stupid teenager in love”

“Agree” they all say in unison”

Giggles can be heard in the gym as Ace glowing glare is directed towards his upperclassman. The water bottle in his hand is crushed by how tightly he’s holding it.

“Jamil! You did really well in today's game!” You say as you hand him a water bottle. Jamil smiles and takes it from your hands. Thanking you before the two of you continue to talk.

“Oooo what’s got crabby so mad?” Ace was so busy glaring daggers at Jamil that he didn’t notice Floyd sneaking up behind him.

“Fuck off Floyd!”

“Eh? What did you just say?”

Shit

“Just leave me alone and go bother someone else”

“Mmm don’t wanna!~”

Ace just decides to ignore him as he continues to watch you and Jamil interact.

Why do you look so happy? And why are you being all touchy touchy towards Jamil?! Do you like him or something?

As ace continues to list off all the different possibilities about why you were so close to Jamil, that he didn’t notice the ball that was heading towards him at a ridiculously fast pace.

“Ace!”

“Ace look out!!”

He snaps out of his thoughts and his eyes turn to look at you.

“Huh?”

SMACK!!

The loud sound of a ball hitting something was heard in the gym as gasps echoed across the whole room.

Ace felt his whole face burn as he hisses at the impact of the ball hitting him. He groaned as he felt liquid fall from his nose.

“Ace!” He slowly opened his eyes to be met with your worried face.

He could feel his whole face flush

“Ace! Oh my sevens are you okay?”

“Floyd, why'd you do that?!”

“He was ignoring me and being rude!” Jamil just sighs as he massages his temple and sucks in a deep breath.

“Prefect, You don’t mind taking him to the infirmary do you?”

“Of course not! Ace c’mon I’m taking you to the nurses office!”

“Ughh”

“Floyd”

“Aww you guys are so boring and mean! It was funny!”

The trip to the nurse’s office was quick. You sat next to Ace as he held the ice pack near his injury. He was mumbling stuff under his breath as he stared into space.

“Ace”

Nothing

“Acee”

Still nothing

“Ace!”

“Huh” He hisses and holds his head as a massive headache forms. You quickly pass him a water and make- well more like force him to lay on your lap.

“What’d you do to make Floyd throw a basketball at you?” He scoffs as he rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t do anything!” He winces when he feels the headache come back again.

“Well you must’ve done something! He said you were ignoring him and being rude”

“What?!” He regrets it once his head starts hurting again.

“You should stop moving and shouting too much! That’s why your headache keeps coming back to get your ass!”

“Whatever”

“Anyways, what did you do?”

“I already told you, I didn’t do anything” he mumbles. Enjoying being able to lay down on your lap.

Wait what?

No he’s not enjoying it! He’s just trying to get comfortable!

“Mm that’s not what Mr mood swings said”

“Ugh I don’t-“ He stops his sentence once he remembers.

Right

He was to busy glaring daggers at Jamil that he didn’t bother paying attention to Floyd

“Fuck my life” He says as he closes his eyes.

You tilt your head in confusion before continuing to comb your hands through his hair.

It was silent. Neither of you were talking and the two of you didn’t mind that. It was rather a comfortable silence.

That is until the doors to the infirmary were slammed open.

“What happened?”

“Ha you dummy! What ya do to make Floyd throw a ball at you?” Epel laughs as ace glares at him.

“Shut up you dwarf!”

“Eh?! Oh you little-“

“That’s enough” You thank Jack as he just nods at you before looking down at Ace who was currently laying on your lap. He raises a brow before looking at the others.

Deuce, epel, and sebek give each other a knowing look before deuce smirks.

“I see you're doing okay now. Do you feel comfortable ace?” You can hear the slight tease in his voice as you only chuckle.

The red head only looks at him confused until he realizes that he’s laying on your lap. He quickly shoots up but later regretting it as the headache from earlier quickly rushes to him.

“Shut up!” He quickly gets up before stumbling out of the nurse’s office.

“What’s up with him?” You ask. The others just shrugged.

If only you knew

It’s been a constant battle with ace and the first years. They have been trying for the last couple of weeks to help Ace come to terms with his feelings towards you. But he’s just too stubborn!

He doesn’t believe he likes you that way!

You’re his friend! He’s the first friend you made when you first got here!

The two of you only see each other as friends!

Nothing more, nothing less.

Just friends

That’s what he likes to believe

He was still bitter at the way you were being all warm and cozy with Jamil BUT that’s because he doesn’t want you to replace him!

He definitely wasn’t jealous

Nope nada nu uh

Definitely not because of that

The walk to the mirror chambers felt longer than usual. He was busy scrolling through twsttok that he didn’t hear his name being called from behind him.

“Ace, don't make me throw something at you!”

Now that got his attention

He quickly turns around to only see you

You

“Mm? What do you want?”

“Ouch. You don’t want me around or something?” You joke and he just rolls his eyes.

“I was just teasing”

“Yeah I know” You walked beside him as he continued scrolling down the app.

“Where’s grim?”

“With the rest of the first years” He frowns. Weird, you never go anywhere without that furball.

“So why were you looking for me?”

“Hey I just wanted to spend some time with you” He felt his face flush.

Shit! Say something!

“Am I that charming that you couldn’t resist being away from me for too long?” He teases. He was trying so hard to not make it look like your words held so much power over him.

“Yeah you’re so charming that I can’t spend a second away from you”

His eyes widen

Okay he definitely didn’t expect that

You laugh as you smacked his shoulder

“What? You expected me to just stand there and say nothing back?”

“I well duh!” You rolled your eyes.

“No but seriously. I do want to spend some time with you”

“Well I can’t blame ya. I’m just toooo irresistible!”

“More like irritating”

The both of you laughed as you made your way to the mirror chamber.

Sevens, when was the last time Ace felt like taking someone out on a date and having the urge to kiss them?

His last relationship didn’t end all too well but with you. He just feels more…well alive.

But there’s no way in all of twisted wonderland that you won’t feel some sort of way for him.

“Y’know…I notice how weird you have been acting lately”

“Eh? Weird? Ugh, the weird one is you!”

“Shut up pea brain!” You smacked him as he only laughs.

You look cute when you’re all riled up.

“Anyways as I was saying! I noticed you have been acting rather strangely these couple of months”

“How?”

“Well for starters, you’ve been awfully clingy around me, you got ten times more protective, and you literally scare away every guy who tries to talk to me. Why’s that?” Ace's grip on his bag tightens as he tries to not look at you.

“Don’t know what your talking about”

“Oh c'mon you know exactly what I’m talking about”

“Nope. Not a single clue” You sigh as you stop walking completely.

“Ace” He stops walking and turns around to face you.

“What?”

“Why do you keep denying it?”

What

“What?” His brows furrowed as he frowned.

“Why do you keep denying that you like me?”

It’s almost like time stops completely. The two of you just stood there. Not saying a single word.

Until you spoke up

“Am I that bad or embarrassing for you to admit-“

“No!” You flinch at his tone and he immediately shuts up.

“No it’s not that! It’s just-“

“Then what is it? I've been waiting for a confession for ages yet you still haven’t told me anything!”

“Just tell me the truth. Do you like me or not?”

He just stood there. Shocked.

A flash of hurt was seen in your features before you sighed and turned around.

“Wait!”

You stopped and turned around to see Ace right in front of you.

Fuck it

“I do like you! I always have! I just never came to terms with my feelings because I knew you never saw me as something else but a friend!”

Fuck

He did it

He actually did it

And he could feel himself cringe at the cheesy words but he didn’t care.

He wants you to know that he likes you. More than just a friend.

You stared at him before you broke into a fit of giggles.

“Huh? What’s so funny?”

“I know”

“What” you smiled at him before booping his nose.

“I said I know. I always knew you liked me. I was just waiting for you to finally say something”

WHAT?!

“HUH?!” You giggle before kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay because I also like you too!”

Ace just stood there frozen.

“Finally!”

“Sevens you were going to give me an aneurysm with how long you took to confess”

“Congratulations trappola! You finally gathered the courage to confess to the prefect!”

“Congrats dummy”

“Yuck! All this lovey dovey stuff is making me sick!” Grim complains as he sticks out his tongue. You only giggle before looking back at Ace who was still lost.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I am….why didn’t you ever say you liked me back?”

“Because I wanted you to say it first. It took some pushing but you still told me first nonetheless” He just shakes his head before smiling.

“But I guess it wasn’t a lie when I said that I was irresistible”

“Ugh fuck off”

Now it was his turn to laugh

They were right

He’s just a stupid teenager in love

My very first fluff fic??😱 (I think… idk I forgot😭)

Anyways I just wanted to write something sweet and cute so I hope you guys like!🤍🤍🤍

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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Ace’s kidney stone removal

Y/n: *sitting next to his hospital bed* Ace the doctor said your kidney stones were the biggest he’s seen.

Ace: *crying from the fucky surgery juice* t-t-the AHHH! The doctor took my rocks!!!

Y/n: no Ace I made sure he put them in a Jar for you…

Ace: *sobbing* r-really?

Y/n: *nods showing him the jar of kidney stones*

Ace: *gasps through tears* my babies!

#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x reader #incorrect twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #twst ace #twst fluff #twst #twst memes #twst first years x reader

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 10 months

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Getting hit by a water gun

Notes: A little kid was racing past you two, decided to shoot you both with their water gun. What is his reaction?

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

Informs the kid it’s not okay to hit people out of the blue like that. Of course, the kid dislikes getting yelled at and decides to shoot more water at Riddle. Before Riddle can catch them, the kid runs away to their next target. That’s when Riddle notices how soaked you are and uses his magic to dry you both off.

“Shooting with water guns is not appropriate when you’re attacking strangers. If you want to have fun you must follow the rules of the game, I’m su- *water flies into his face* Heh~ You’ve got quite the nerve kid.”

Ace Trappola:

Has a quick flashback to when he used to be that kind of kid and probably still is. Gets an idea and runs into the nearest shop to have his own water gun fight. Calls up the rest of the first years to participate. Losers have to buy everyone a meal at their favorite restaurant. Never drys you off, tells you that the sun will dry if off for you.

“I’m pretty confident I’ll be sitting in the winner's seat tonight! Hey! Why are you aiming your gun at me like that?!"

Deuce Spade:

Thinks it’s Ace at first then notices it was just a little kid. Doesn’t think much of it afterwards but sees how wet the two of you are. Informs you that running will dry you off faster since he heard a rule about it from Riddle a few days ago. The two of you start running along the beach like two idiots instead of two models.

“Isn’t it nice to run together like this?... Where did you go? *turns his head* _____! Over here!”

Cater Diamond:

Checks to see if his phone got splashed before himself, then takes a selfie with you to commemorate such an occasion. You stare in awe as you’ve never seen his hair down before. Cater says the two of you should leave your hair styled like this for the rest of the day.

“Whatcha think? Leaving our hair like this gives off a totally different vibe than normal.”

Trey Clover:

Checks to make sure the two of you aren’t super soaked, much to his dismay both of your clothes are dripping wet. Looks around to spot a nearby store, rushes in to purchase a towel, but just one towel. He’s so busy drying you off that he forgets about his own clothes.

“My shirt? Don’t worry I’ll try myself off once I’m done getting you all dry.”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Hates getting wet so he’s pretty irritated from getting shot by a water gun. You’re staring pretty intensely at Leona as he looks refreshing as you’ve never seen this side to him before. Asks you to dry him off which is when he notices how you’re both soaked, the two of you decide to walk in the sun to dry yourself.

“Y’know a way to clean this mess up? … walk around in the sun you say *sigh* let’s find a place to nap then”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Doesn’t really mind getting wet as he kind of expected it as he saw the group of kids from earlier. Says that it’s going to be fine and the two of you walk off to the nearest food stall. Due to his reaction the kids came back resulting in a playful reaction from Ruggie as he over exaggerated getting shot from them. Overall reminding him of the kids back from his hometown.

“Ouch! _____, help me I’m drowning from their attacks! Woah why are you the one taking charge now.”

Jack Howl:

Dodges before the water could even touch him, but results in all of the water landing on you instead. Tries to think of the fastest way to get you dried off as possible, fails in response. Eventually you use your own magic to dry off and you use your magic to make a small gust of wind in Jack’s face.

“Tch, I almost got water on me if I hadn’t moved…? My bad, it seems like all of the water went to you instead.”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Thanks to the kid blurring his vision you get the chance to see Azul without any glasses on. You forget about the sticky feeling of wet clothes as you watch Azul clean off his glasses. Once he finishes Azul makes a point that you two need to dry yourself off, so you leave for the NRC.

“Staying like this is rather unpleasant, who would have thought wet clothes would feel this way. ____, let’s go back to NRC together. I can’t have you staying in those clothes either.”

Jade Leech:

Is quite intrigued by the act of shooting water in such a motion, chases down the kid to ask them more questions. As you leave to catch up with Jade you notice how he hasn’t turned into an eel. Curious you ask Jade how and when he turns into one.

“Curious now, are we? I’ll be glad to show you if you’ll join me in a game of water guns.”

Floyd Leech:

Also chases down the kid, he too would like to know more about the game unknown to him. Since you were both already wet you two played a few rounds, it was mainly Floyd shooting you though. The only times you managed to get him was when you hid somewhere.

“__________ !!! Where are ya! If you come out now, I promise I’ll shoot you only once!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

Looks like a refreshing sea otter. Jamil pops up to help clean up Kalim as he’s drying him off with a handkerchief and some wind magic. Then, Jamil helps you to dry off in no time. At the end of the cleaning, Kalim suggests you three to play a game with the other second years as well.

“I can’t wait to play with everyone else, right _____! Hmm, Jamil did you say something?”

Jamil Viper:

After cleaning up Kalim from the mess earlier he’s now roped into a game of water guns. The rest of the second years join in, but Jamil is constantly surrounded by Floyd and you who have teamed up. The same kid from earlier shoots Jamil in the face again, leaving him to be the first one out.

“Somehow, I feel a sense of deja vu from the unexpected outcome… it’s time to prepare towels for Kalim now.”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

After getting shot Vil checks on himself using a compact mirror, while you anxiously dry him off. Due to the use of your wind magic the two of you now have crazy hair which is all knotted up. Vil isn’t too pleased, but he would much rather stay dry than be a soaking mess.

“Tell me, does looking like this amuse you? Perhaps it does, you’ve been laughing for a while now.”

Epel Felmeir:

After joining the rest of the first years in a game of water guns, it’s down to Epel and Jack. In the final battle Epel comes out to be the winner, but in that moment a kid comes out to attack Epel.

“Ugh! Who shot me! Was it you ___________? I’ll get you, just you wait.”

Rook Hunt:

Before the kid can shoot him, Rook closes in on the kid to inform them to not shoot people. Right after Rook has a thorough talk with the kid, he asks you to join in on a game of water guns. Before you can answer he shoots you with one he had hidden away from you. From there the two of you engage in a heated battle.

“Let’s begin the chase now! I'll be sure to hunt you down beautifully."

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Idia’s hair didn’t go out, much to your disappointment. Searching for some way to dry off Idia you were shocked to notice a new spark in him. He was in deep thought about something and before you could notice he walked off. Following Idia, it seemed he had a newfound idea on making a water gun for himself.

“... What were you expecting to see? Y-you thought my hair was a blue flame this whole time?!”

Ortho Shroud:

Seeing the kid before they could reach you both, you quickly pushed Ortho out of the way. Of course, you ended up being the one soaked in water, thankfully Ortho managed to dry you off. However, he was quite curious about water gun fights, Ortho proceeded to ask if you would engage in one with him.

“Ahaha, you look like a huge mess, but are water guns really that much fun?”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

Intrigued by the confidence of the little kid who shot the two of you he chases down the kid to ask to join the game. Much to his disappointment the kid had already been chased down by the twins. Seeing this you propose to play a game together instead, you also invite the fellow third year students who by a miracle say yes.

“Child of man, if I win against the others will you enjoy a sweet victory with me?”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia lets himself get shot by the kid and, similar to Ruggie, entertains the kid who shot him. Joins the kids for a light game of water guns before getting invited to join the third years for a game on their own. Totally owns them and destroys everyone.

“Oh, dear. Is that all you’ve got to defeat me? I guess that victory dessert is far away from you now.”

Sebek Zigvot:

Goes off on the kid, but he misses his chance as he takes one good look at you who is also wet. Decides to take off first so the two of you go off to buy some towels to dry off. Inside the store you pick up some ice cream and enjoy some as you walk back to the dorms.

“Hmm… you didn’t think you would see this side of me. What do you mean? Huh! You think I look like a little kid eating ice cream like this!”

Silver:

Protects you from the water and is dripping wet now. You notice how princely he looks, and he smiles at you saying he’s happy you think that way. Silver’s just happy knowing he protected you from getting soaked by the water. Seeing Silver is already wet, he gets invited by Kalim to join the second years to play with water guns. The two of you happily join the rest.

“Don’t worry about me, a little water won’t bother me. Huh? You think I’m dripping with good looks. Saying stuff like that… that’s quite a compliment.”

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temiizpalace · 4 months

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☆┆ITS BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS..

SUMMARY: it was time to set up for the holidays! what’s some of his favorite traditions to do with you?

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+ grim)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

ROMANTIC HEADCANONS┆(GRIM & ORTHO ARE PLATONIC.)

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is yuu

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

decorating the tree

he likes decorating the tree with you. hanging up the shiny ornaments, covering the tree in the colorful lights, and hanging up the star at the end. at first, he thought decorating some pine tree was silly and unnecessary. but now, he sees the appeal. and he loves it. he asked you if you wanted to decorate another. which is why you both were outside in the snow, decorating the dead trees in front of ramshackle. you’re freezing your ass off, and he’s having the time of his life. hooray.

cater, jack, jade, vil, silver

gingerbread men + houses

the two of you stood in the kitchen, baking enough gingerbread men to make an army. while you two decorated the gingerbread men, he took some frosting and put it on your cheek. he laughs while you get him back, putting frosting on his nose. this puts a temporary pause in the decorating, and becomes an all out frosting war. nobody comes out unscathed. after awhile, you two began to make gingerbread houses. there wasn’t much frosting left, so both of your houses were falling apart. great job guys.

ace, trey, ruggie, floyd, jamil, lilia

wrapping presents

you two sat in the middle of ramshackle, wrapping presents side by side. wrapping paper, tape dispensers, and ribbons were everywhere. scattered across the already messy floor. even if your gift wrapping is really bad, he’s still going to compliment you. telling you he’s not the best even if it’s absolutely perfect. at first he wanted to bring the gift he got for you and wrap it right in front of you, just to show off how well he knows you. i know, i know, he’s impatient. but he made sure it looked FLAWLESS just for you 🫶🫶

riddle, deuce, azul, jade, jamil, sebek

all. all of the above

he’s ready. he’s going to make sure this christmas is is the holliest jolliest one you’ve ever had. oh, it’s not? then he’s pulling out the big guns. christmas inflatables!!1!1!!1!1

grim, rook, epel, ortho, malleus

chilling by the fireplace

christmas traditions are great and all, but he’d rather relax. and you both do just that. laying on the couch in ramshackle, surprised that the fireplace hasn’t burnt down your dorm yet. despite the shock, it really was quite relaxing. of course he wasn’t going to be a grinch and NOT do christmas traditions with you, but just stay here with him for a second. you can decorate your tree and cookies and stuff later. it’ll be you, him, and the fire for the next 30 minutes.

leona

christmas event

christmas traditions??? in a minute, he’s on the grind. he NEEDS this christmas skin and now. listen, he loves you. he truly does. but your normie activities can wait, right? this is a limited skin. these things can’t earn themselves. as soon as december 26th hits, it’s bye bye for that event. til he gets his event items, he’s not moving from his room.

idia

BONUS : MISTLETOE

you were just finished cleaning up after the activity you both did together, when he suddenly calls you over. he’s standing by the doorway, looking right at you. just by that, you could tell why he wants you over. with a smile, you walk over to him, trying to act oblivious to his intentions.

“remember when you said when two people meet under the mistletoe, they kiss?” he asks, a playful smirk on his face. you pretend to think about it before looking back at him. “hmm.. yes. why?”

he points up to the mistletoe hanging above both of your figures. without a second to spare, he crashes his lips onto yours.

the lighting in the room created a warm and light glow, capturing the both of you in an ambient setting. the temperature was still incredibly low inside of ramshackle, but allow his body warmth to keep you from freezing.

riddle, ace, deuce, trey, cater, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, epel, rook, idia, malleus, silver, sebek, lilia

A/N: ngl I think this is my worst work yet

but anyways, merry christmas to those who celebrate! wishing you lots of luck for the new year as well.

date written: 12/25/23

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outivv · 1 year

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hiii,

could i request "What makes them flustered" with Leona,Ruggie,Ace and Jamil please?

Synopsis: what makes them flustered!!

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Ace, and Jamil

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello!! Thank you for requesting :]!! Honestly, at this rate, I might just make a pt 4, and knock out the rest of the characters. Key word maybe :’). Anyways, hope you enjoy!! And have a great rest of your day :]

— Leona —

When you play with his hair as he sleeps

Oh my god the way your fingers feel against his scalp as he sleeps, or when he’s barely awake, ohhhhhh myyyyyyyy goddddddddddddd. He absolutely adores it, he hates sleeping without you there now. He sleeps on your chest, always. Any time he can. He’s like a big dog, who still thinks he’s a little puppy and can easily lay on someone’s lap, he doesn’t care how heavy he is, he will lay on your chest whether you like it or not >:(, and you will be playing with his hair.

When you make, and give him something

He gets this… giddy, kinda, soft feeling when you hand him a box full of baked goods, or a sweater you made, or a painting, whatever you’re most proficient in. Someone’s passions is a huge part of them, and Leona knows that. He’s very much appreciative of anything you make and then give to him, because he understands the kinda time that takes. He also always cherishes whatever you give him, if it’s food he’ll absolutely devour it and leave no crumbs, if it’s a sweater he’ll wear it when it’s even slightly chilly, if it’s a painting it’s going in his room asap.

— Ruggie —

Whenever you call him “just to say hi”

He always answers your calls, no matter what, and when you call him just to say hello, or check up on him, his whole face goes red. You??? Wanna??? Check up on him??? You genuinely wanna see how he’s doing??? You wanna know what he’s doing too??? Oh he’s head over heels for sure. He also just likes listening to your voice, it’s very refreshing to him :).

When you call him dear, love, etc etc

“Oh dear could you grab that for me?” “Love? How do you think his shirt looks on me” HES WEAK. His head is buried in his hands, as he just agrees to whatever you said. He didn’t even hear anything else except for the pet name you called him, and he doesn’t care about anything else, just keep calling him dear, love, Etc.

— Ace —

When you laugh at yourself

He’s a moron, but granted you probably are too, and he thinks that hot. Especially, when you can laugh at your own stupidity. A good sense of humor is definitely something ace actively looks for in anyone, and when you show that humor, or that you’re carefree enough to laugh at yourself, wooooo he’s blushing for no reason.

When you tutor him

Leaning over his shoulder, and pointing out solutions to problems, he can’t focus on anythingggg. You’re saying words yeah yeah he knows that, he doesn’t care though, he can’t think of anything but you in that moment, and it’s making him soooo flustered.

— Jamil —

When you correct him in something

This doesn’t happen often, but when it does he feels almost?? Proud?? That you corrected him in something??? He’s slightly embarrassed too, but in a??? Composed and in a good way??? It’s hard to explain but when you correct him it makes him very happy, and kinda flustered :]

When you ask him for help

Jamil is the kinda guy who, when he can, likes to subtly show off. And when you hand that kind of opportunity to him in a silver platter??? Of course he’s gonna take it. The way you so kindly ask for help is really what gets him, and the way you actually pay attention to what he’s saying. He likes how all of your attention is on him too :]

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twistiraki · 1 year

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The favorite bodyparts of the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle’s favorite body part of his partner is your lips. He loves the way they're soft and full, and how they look when you're smiling or kissing. He's a fan of how smooth and plush your lips are, and he recently found the courage to tease you by gently nibbling on them.

❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's just adores your breasts. He loves the way it feels when he rests his head on them, and how it rises and falls when they breathe. Catch him looking at you when you wear his favorite top, making your breasts look absolutely irresistible.

♠️Deuce Spade- He can’t help but adore your ears. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they perk up when he whispers sweet nothings into them. He often tells you how much he loves your ears, and how they're one of his favorite things to play with and kiss.

♣️Trey Clover- He’d be embarrassed to tell you, but he can’t deny it. He loves your ass. The way it’s round and plump. He adores the way it looks in tight jeans or a skirt, and how it feels when he squeezes it. He is a gentleman though, and will only play with it in private.

♦️Cater Diamond- He is totes cray-cray for your neck. He loves the way it looks when you wear necklaces, especially chokers. He knows it’s your sensitive and intimate spot, and how perfect it is to give gentle kisses and nibbles.

🦁Leona Kingscholar- He will go feral for that lower back of yours, peeking out from a pair of jeans. He loves the way it curves and dips, how it looks when you stretch or lean over. He is smitten by how you react when he holds them close from behind.

🍩Ruggie Bucchi- He is obsessed with your thick juicy thighs. As a hyena he wants a big strong woman, and nothing yells “STRONG” then a good pair of thighs. He loves the way they’re muscular and powerful, and how they can wrap around him in a tight embrace.

🐺Jack Howl- If there is one thing that makes this boy wag his tail it’s your hips. He loves the way they move when you walk or dance, and he often compliments them on your curves. He’s also a fan of how they feel under his hands when you’re cuddling together, and he often rubs them gently to help you relax.

🐙Azul Ashengrotto- It may not be a body part persé but he can’t stop thinking about your voice. The way it sounds when you laugh or sing. Oh, how it makes his heart race, especially when you call out his name. Bonus points when you moan.

🍄Jade Leech- He has a weakness for your feet, believe it or not. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He will gladly put on your shoes for you and is delighted when you allow him to take a little sniff.

👟Floyd Leech- He stays up late at night thinking about your tummy. He loves the way it feels under his hands, and he often rubs it when you are cuddling together. He gives it little kisses and can rest his head on it for hours, if you allow it.

🦦Kalim Al-Asim- He will tell you straight up: He absolutely loves your cheeks! The way they are so cute and fluffy and how they flush ruby red when you are feeling embarrassed. He often tells you how cute your cheeks are and how it’s one of the things that makes you so endearing and adorable to him.

🐍Jamil Viper- He can get lost in your eyes for hours. He loves the way they sparkle with intelligence and curiosity, and how they always convey so much emotion without words. Sometimes, when he’s staring in your eyes, he wonders if he’s not the only one that can hypnotize.

🪞Vil Schoenheit- He’s always been a fan of long, elegant legs. And your legs are no exception. He loves the way they look in shorts or skirts, feeling proud whenever you show them off. Especially when you wear heels. Please don’t take them off tonight.

🏹Rook Hunt- Your smell will drive him nuts. He loves the way you smell like your favorite perfume, and how it lingers on his clothes after you hug. He can’t sleep at night before taking in your scent and will give you late night visits if he hasn't got the chance to take a sniff today.

🍎Epel Felmier- He likes everything about your body, as long as it’s petite. He loves the way you’re smaller than him, finally making him feel strong and protective. He will be the bigger spoon and he can’t help but feel proud everytime you lay in his arms.

💀Idia Shroud- Your hands are the most beautiful thing to Idia. He often yearns for your touch. When you are holding his hand it makes him feel secure, like he can conquer any dungeon. He loves the way they’re so much smaller than his hands and how soft they are. Truly SSR tier hands!

🤖Ortho Shroud- There was one thing he was immediately captivated by when he first met you: your smile. The way you light up a room when you laugh, how your cheeks create dimples with the slightest touch of serenity on your face. One day he hopes to give you back a smile just as real as that.

🐉Malleus Draconia- Your collarbones are something that truly makes this dragon spit fire. He loves the way it's a subtle and delicate feature, and how it adds to your overall elegance and beauty. Make sure to cover it up from time to time, because he can’t help but leave hickeys all over them.

🦇Lilia Vanrouge- He is enamored and captivated by your hair, however you style it. The way it falls soft in waves or curls, and how it feels when he runs his fingers through it. He always finds new ways to compliment your hairdo making you feel secure and confident. But what truly drives his mind crazy is when he’s allowed to teasingly pull it while making love.

💤Silver- If he had to choose one thing about you it would be your nose. The way it looks when you scrunch it up in a cute expression. He can’t help but often boop your nose playfully. You two rub noses together as a greeting, making his stomach fill with butterflies.

⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Your back is truly something special to Sebek. Especially since you only show it to him. He showers it with kisses whenever he can and rubs it after a long day. He loves to let his fingers run over your spine, goosebumps following his touch.

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v3lvieraven · 2 months

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Cʜᴇᴇsᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

ᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀs <3

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs- sᴇʙᴇᴋ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ! ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ!

ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴡʟ

- ɪᴛs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴀɢ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. Tʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. Tʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴢʏ, ᴠɪɴᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ! Hᴇ ᴠɪᴠɪᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, Bᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ Nᴏʙʟᴇs (ɪᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪsɴᴛ ᴀ Bᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ Nᴏʙʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛs ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ) ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋsʜᴇʟꜰ, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ. ⵊᴛ ʜᴀᴅ [ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ] ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴏᴋs, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ.

-Hᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ, ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ⵊᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴᴜsᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ “ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ” ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. Fɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, “Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ?” Yᴏᴜ sʜʀᴜɢ, sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ sɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, sᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴇɴᴛʜʀᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, Jᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇs- ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ. Aɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ!!? Tʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ Jᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ! Tʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰɪʀᴍ ɢʀɪᴘ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ. Hɪs ᴛᴀɪʟ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴡᴀɢɢɪɴɢ, ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsɪᴏɴ. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ, sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙɪɢ sᴍɪʟᴇ. Yᴏᴜ sᴄᴏᴏᴘ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴋ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ.

-“Oᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ~” ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ. Oᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. Sᴏᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴀʟsᴏ sᴄᴏᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ.

-“ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs, ⵊ’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ.”

ᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴏʟᴀ

- ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ NOT ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs. ʜᴇ ʀᴇʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴀ ʙᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ (ɢʀɪᴍ) sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴍsʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ... sᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏᴜᴛʏ! ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇ sɪᴛs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴘ, sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄʟɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

-“ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴀsᴘʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ.“

-“ɪ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ [ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ], ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ.“

- ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴋɪssᴇs, ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟɪᴘsᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜰᴜʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʜᴇs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴄʀᴏᴡʟʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛɪᴅᴀʟ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ. ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ, ᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪss ᴏꜰ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴀʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs, ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴇ. sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴇ. ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏꜰ ᴋɪssᴇs ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʙɪᴛᴇs. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs.

“ᴅɪᴅ ɪ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘ? ɴᴏ... ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ!?“

ᴅᴇᴜᴄᴇ sᴘᴀᴅᴇ

-ᴅᴇᴜᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ, ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇss ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ ꜰʟᴀʀᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʙʟɪɴᴅꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ, ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛ, ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪs ʙʟɪɴᴅꜰᴏʟꜰ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀᴛs sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ, ᴄʀᴜᴍʙs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

-“ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs.. ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ? ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɢɢ?“ ʜᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴅ. ʜᴇ sɪᴛs ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʜɪs ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs sᴍɪʟᴇ.

-“[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ...“ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴs ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, sɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀsʜᴍᴇʟʟᴏᴡs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʀᴇᴡᴇᴅ sɪx ᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜsʜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀs ʀᴀɪɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴢʏ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ɴᴇsᴛ, sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴍs.

ᴇᴘᴇʟ ꜰᴇʟᴍɪᴇʀ

-ʜᴇs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ sᴘᴇʟʟ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴʀᴄ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴜs, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟᴍ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ? ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴏꜰ? ɴᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ Rᴀᴍsʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ ɪꜰ Gʀɪᴍᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴ sᴇʟꜰ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋᴇ “ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!“ ᴀɴᴅ “ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ Gʀɪᴍᴍ!“ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ʀᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ Eᴘᴇʟs ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴜʀs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ-ʜᴀɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏꜰ sᴡᴇᴇᴛs, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴍᴀᴄᴀʀᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇ!! ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʟʏ.

-“ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ... ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ?“ʜᴇ ᴀsᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢɪᴅᴅʏ ᴀᴜʀᴀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ʜɪᴍ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅs.

-“ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛɪᴇs sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ-“ ʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪss.

-“ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ... ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.“ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴘ, ʜɪs ʙᴇʟʟʏ ꜰᴜʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ... ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪ��ɢ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ!

Sᴇʙᴇᴋ ᴢɪɢᴠᴏʟᴛ

-ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴀsᴋ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴏ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀᴡ ᴀɴ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ Sᴇʙᴇᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ʀᴀᴍsʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ʜᴇ sᴜʟᴋs ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀᴍsʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋs ɪᴛ ɢʀɪᴍᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.

-“ᴏʜ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ? [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs] ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ Gʀɪᴍᴍ ɪs NOT ᴀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!“ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʟᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ꜰᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs. ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ sʟᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ Sᴇʙᴇᴋ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴇs ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴘᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ!

-“ⵊM VERY SORRY FOR MY ⵊNEXCUSABLE BEHAVⵊOR... ɪ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs...“ ʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟs ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴡ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ᴡʜᴇɴ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

-“ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ... ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?“

-“ʏᴇs... ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ... ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ.. ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ?..“ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ MANY ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴄᴀᴋᴇs ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴀsʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ. “ɪ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ.“ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴇʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ɪs ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ.

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