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rrxaiky · 2 years
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ohhh! since you agree you can write headcanons for dorm leaders, can you make one please? about the dorm leaders turns into a plushie or doll? fem! reader found them, and picked/take them with reader, she also suddenly confessed to the doll (boys) how much she like (love) him or admired, but is to afraid to be rejected or might not feel the same so she decided to hide it from him.
the only bring them back to their normal state is the kiss! but reader doesn't know that the boys turned into a doll/ plushie.
CW/TW: Reader is implied to be a female (prns she/her)
Includes: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto 
Author's notes: I’ll think of a shorter title one day, bear with me for now. Splitting this into 2 parts so it’s easier for me to write, hope you don’t mind ^^
Extras: Navigation/ m.list + Requests/ Chats + Rules/ Info
Part: 1/2
Dorm leaders getting confessed to after turning into a doll and getting picked up by F! reader
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“What a weird occurrence. Hold on... Why can’t I move? Why does the world seem so large?”
⌗ Riddle Rosehearts◞
It was quite early in the morning, Riddle had just finished breakfast and was ready to head to campus. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a little lightheaded. He decided to sit down for a while and rest his eyes for a bit. He didn’t expect to open his eyes once more to find that the world grew larger... Or was he the one who got smaller?
The plushie size was pretty small and cute, it’s surprising how something that seems to mock his height can replicate all of the details correctly.
Without having the time to think, he felt someone pick him up from the chair he was sitting on.
At first, before Riddle realized what was happening, he was quite frightened, and angry. Who dare touch him without his permission?
“What a cute plush.”
Ah. It was you. Even though he couldn’t see you because you held him facing away from you, he knew it was you. 
Riddle felt extremely embarrassed at the moment, thank the seven the plush doesn’t change his facial expressions and body heat according to his thoughts. 
As there was still some time before classes started, you sat down, before placing the plush version of Riddle on the chair beside yours.
“Riddle would usually have his breakfast here... I’m guessing he left quite early today to fulfil his duties as a dorm leader. It’s really admirable, to be honest. I like that about him a lot, so it’s probably why I fell for him. It’s not that I don’t want to confess. It’s just... Never mind. It’s stupid rambling to a plush but this made me feel better.”
Upon hearing that, Riddle got even more flustered than before. Did you just confess to him... Without confessing?
“Look at the time. I’ve to get going before I’m late.”
Before leaving, you picked up the Riddle “plush” to look at it once more and softly kissed its cheek, then put it back on the chair.
A few moments after you left, a thick smoke appeared where the plush was. When it disappeared, it revealed Riddle back in his own body, with his hand covering his red face. 
At least now he knew you liked him back... As much as he didn’t want to make the first move, he heard you say it yourself. You were too shy to confess to him, so he’d have to plan out the first move. 
⌗ Leona Kingscholar◞
Can’t someone have a nap without getting interrupted for once? Leona was trying to take a nap in the botanical garden as usual when he felt someone step on his tail and spill something on him. Mere seconds later, he sensed that his entire body shrunk, laying on the ground where he was. 
The person who spilt the contents on him better start praying to the great seven for protection.
The plush version of Leona, though was correctly drafted out and made, was missing a few small details here and there.
“Leona? Leona are you there?” 
Great. Just great. Morning classes had just ended, which meant it was lunchtime. You were at the botanical garden to deliver food to him, yet you couldn’t find him anywhere, the place was empty.
Well, almost empty. You were searching around when you saw the plush laying on the grass. 
You crouched down to study the plush, laying down beside it and placing the sandwich you got for him on the ground beside you. 
“I guess I can wait for Leona...” You muttered to yourself, sighing afterwards.
“I love Leona a lot, but honestly, I wish he wouldn’t make such requests all of a sudden. I would get it if he asked a day before...” You said, lifting the plushie up in front of you.
Leona felt warm in his chest. Did someone actually like him? Of course, he wouldn’t tell you this once he turned back into his original form.
“I should probably get going now, I haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Continuing, then kissing the plush on its forehead.
Right before you set the plush down, thick smoke emerged in the air, followed by coughing. 
When you open your eyes again, Leona would most likely be on top of you with his hands on the sides to support himself and prevent himself from dropping on you.
He wouldn’t have an irked expression like he usually did. He had a smirk on his face, yet staring straight into his eyes would expose the warmth he had kept from you.
“So, I see a certain herbivore caught feelings for me. Don’t worry, I love you too.” The last bit came out like a whisper.
⌗ Azul Ashengrotto◞
He brought this upon himself. There was quite a high risk in the contract he was about to sign, for if she didn’t kiss him, he’d remain a doll forever. A part of him wanted to test if she loved him or not, and another part of him wanted him to go up to her and blurt out a confession. So, for as long as she didn’t make any moves from the moment he signed the contract, his office would be occupied by no one but a doll that held his unsaid feelings towards her.
This was a smart yet stupid idea to Azul. There were so many different ways he could’ve executed this, and this is the best he came up with?
Quite literally said his prayers to the great seven before signing. 
Azul as a doll would have the face in a smile despite him panicking on the inside. His thoughts won’t be letting him rest until you walked into his office after your classes.
Time seems to pass extremely slowly for Azul. He can be patient, but this is a matter that he cannot afford to be patient even if it needed time. It’s his potential future lover here.
During the duration you haven’t arrived in the office, he would want to walk around but he wouldn’t be able to. He’d just be sitting there on top of the table.
Once you finally came to visit him, he’d feel relieved, but only for a short while. He still needs to know your true feelings towards him. Would you show your hidden thoughts about him now that he had a doll in his place?
“Azul, are you in? Floyd told me there was something here.”
There on the table sat Azul’s doll, staring at you with a smile, waiting for you to approach him. 
“Is this what Floyd meant?” You said, looking directly at the doll.
Azul felt his heartbeat quicken when he found you staring at the doll, even more when you picked it up to examine its features.
“If this is what he was talking about, I might end up loving this more than Azul himself.”
He felt his heart shatter. At least he knew you loved him? How could someone like him lose to a doll out of all things? He was silently crying over the pain you gave him from that sentence when he felt your lips on the head of the doll. Did you really love it that much?
When Azul returned back to normal sitting on the floor in front of you, both of you were staring at each other, trying to process what had happened within 10 minutes. 
He was still blushing when you reached your hand out to help him get up.
You’re going to have to make the first move again, Azul’s pride isn’t going to let him confess to you.
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rrxaiky · 1 year
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"𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" - 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
CW. TW - Character death (Implied: Silver, Malleus, Lilia) , angst (all), breakdowns (Malleus, Silver), breaking up (Sebek) , murder (Lilia), suicide (?, implied: Silver) GN reader- They/them (Malleus, Sebek) + No pronouns used. (Lilia, Silver)
A/N: Possible last post before finals.
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⧉ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚
How could one be so attached to another that he was willing to keep a withering body? As Malleus was always, always, no matter how hard he tried... He'd scare anyone near him away... He was unable to make friends... Until he met them. A kind, loving soul that was willing to stay by his side who he had dreamt of not only taking their hand but for them to be by him for eternity.
Yes... He could have both. A selfish, selfish desire. Just with a little magic... Just with a little power... He could preserve their once rotting body for as long as he lived.
Malleus held their hand in his, looking at them with a thin smile he could reveal to only them after their death. Eventually, after staring at their closed eyes, his expression grew to be pained, distressed.
He was supposed to be strong.
Droplets of tears fell from his eyes to their cheeks, and he cried out, "Give me my (name) back..." under his breath, chanting it with broken sobs in between. He didn't know how many times he had uttered those few words, but at last, he had found his voice strained, and he finally knew no matter how much he cried or wailed... He had already lost them.
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⧉ 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞
Ahaha... This couldn't be true. It can't be. He was just in a nightmare... Right? Right?!
He knew he shouldn't have turned his attention away from you. With the chaos that had arose overtime, he needed to protect everything around him, and he had been doing well... Until he saw you being mercilessly killed by an enemy.
His eyes widened as he tried his best to fend off whoever was trying to fight him, his guard lowered a little after witnessing what had happened. Everything around them had darkened. Was it nearing night? The moon hung high in the sky as screams continued to fill the area, Lilia occasionally snapping his head towards you to see your lifeless body on the ground.
If he only had paid a little more attention to you... You wouldn't have had to suffer like this, he thought. And if only he hadn't thought such.
Just seconds after he turned his head, he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, and the object piercing him left his body and abandoned him to fall onto the ground. Eyes shaking as he stared at them and as the clouds covered the light of the moon from shining down at the warzone...
He knew he had lost his moon.
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⧉ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭
If he didn't focus so much on being a knight... If he wasn't so loud... If he didn't act before thinking, would he still be with them? He could only blame himself for losing them. He was the one who broke their heart first, not them. They tried their best to be supportive, cheering Sebek on whenever they could.
Now, whenever he was training outside of with Silver or Lilia... He'd find everything so much more exhausting. He no longer had someone watching at him with soft eyes, or sometimes reminding him to take breaks.
He hated every second of it, no matter how much he tried to deny it.
He hated himself for letting them go. Why didn't he realize earlier that he loved them so much? As a human, as a friend and as a lover. Sebek was sick of training. He didn't want to train if they weren't with him anymore, and although it hurt him to see them so happy without him, they were now freer than a dove. In fact, a dove so free that could easily fly high up into the azure sky to be left alone by other beings...
Beings like him.
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⧉ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫
"I don't want to do this." Silver mumbled, the tip of his cold blade just barely pressing against your chest. Why couldn't someone else do it? Why was he the one who was tasked to kill you... Why did the both of you have to suffer? Maybe you deserved it as a traitor... But he was innocent. He didn't deserve to feel what you had in your heart.
You reached your hand out to touch one of his cheeks, and Silver felt his heart break, bit by bit, knowing that that was the last time you'd ever touch him so warmly. You couldn't live. You betrayed all of them...
"Don't be sad... You know you have all the rights in this world to be mad at me." "I lied to you, so just kill me already."
How could one just... Say that? He knew you wanted him to quickly end it all, but he just couldn't, not for the life of him. The strong feeling of guilt, anger and emotions that would take over his body if he did was too much to handle.
Seeing this, you lifted your hand from his cheek, gabbing onto the sharp sides of the blade, blood being drawn from your hands.
"Hey Silver... If you don't want to do it, I can do it myself, you know." Silver opened his eyes as soon as he heard you finish your sentence. His expression only made you tighten your grip on his sword.
"What...?" Silver managed to choke out. "You heard me, and you know what I mean. You don't have to kill me if you don't want to..." You continued on, and he felt everything go silent. He heard it right both times.
"So... You don't need to tell them you didn't kill me."
"Just say the job's been done... Okay?"
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rrxaiky · 2 years
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Continuation to this post. Reupload, sorry!
CW/TW: Reader implied to be female as stated in req.// No pronouns used (You/Yours). OOC chracters. Malleus’s magic is implied to be sealed in his doll form.
Includes: Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia
Word count: 1.6K+
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Author's notes: Usually I wouldn’t do much other than respond but guys, please don’t be this type of anon. Like seriously don’t. #2 : Sorry this took so long. I fell sick in June so there wasn’t much I could think of.
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Links:  Navigation/ m.list + Rules/ Info
Part: 2/1
Dorm leaders getting confessed to after turning into a doll and getting picked up by F! reader
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⌗ Kalim Al-Asim◞  
He should’ve never accepted that student’s candy. Just what on earth was laced in there? Jamil was and still is sighing about this, thank the great seven this happened after the day ended. Now all he has to do is set Kalim in his room while he goes out searching for any way to fix this mess in time for tomorrow’s classes. You just wanted to find Kalim, who knew you’d not only not be able to find him, but also find a cute replica of him?
Possibly the only one who isn’t panicking. His entire mind is filled with images of him being a mini version of... Himself.
Surroundings? What surroundings? Doesn’t exist! He’s too fascinated to think of any danger that could be surrounding him.
When you headed over to Scarabia, there was chaos everywhere. Not only were the dorm members trying to find Kalim, they were searching every corner to find Jamil, who had gone to try to find a way to fix Kalim’s mess. Again.
Ignoring them, you simply headed over to Kalim’s room, knocking on the door before entering, hoping you could find him there.
Partially. You found him partially. There wasn’t any sign of the energetic boy anywhere, but there was a plush on his bed that looked a lot like him... Because it was.
Rushing over to him and inspecting his features is not a surprise. The details, including every piece of jewellery was put in the right position and skillfully sewed together.
He’s just so cute! Surely Kalim wouldn’t mind you kissing his plush on the forehead... Right? The answer is no. He was overjoyed to see you enter his room. His attention was now set onto you.
Lifting the plush and placing a soft kiss onto it, fog appeared around you and the doll, then Kalim fell on top of you.
After apologizing and helping you up, he didn’t waste time to tackle you into a hug, then leaving a kiss on your forehead just as you did with him.
Maybe him accepting the candy was a good thing.
⌗ Vil Schoenheit◞  
Well this is interesting to say the least... Someone as good at making potions as him would not have made such a mistake while making a potion. If it were in alchemy class... That would have been quite embarrassing. Luckily for him, this accident occurred while he was testing potions in his room.
A well made, porcelain doll with perfectly made clothing and painted on details. The doll reflects his usual self. Only the best appearance in public, and in private.
Vil’s thoughts are only filled with two things: 1. What on earth he might have accidentally added into the potion without realizing, and 2. What you’d think if you saw him in this state. Yes, he still looked as fair as ever, but this wasn’t him. It wasn’t him in his own body, at least.
Other than that... His doll was laying on the ground. It was a miracle that the doll didn’t break when it fell.
He still hasn’t forgotten about his classes with Epel, or his work. If he didn’t get out of this doll quick, he’d be missing some of them, and no way he was going to give a reason such as “I added the wrong ingredients into a potion and turned myself into a doll.” That’d be even more embarrassing!
He was thinking of a way to return back to normal when he heard your voice outside his room. Maybe he lost track of time, because he had heard you ask if he was in his room as you were helping Epel look for him.
Great. Just great. His worst nightmare. Well, one of them. He had to face you in this form, and he was late for class. AND he’s the teacher.
He isn’t going to panic just yet. As long as he finds a way out without you seeing and gets to Epel, everything will be fine. Wait, why are you going towards him?!
Picking him up and setting him on his table, you were wondering where to find him Vil next... But the doll requires further inspection. It’s perfectly made from head to toe, and the real Vil wouldn’t allow you to stare at him so much, so why not take the chance now?
And so you did. Carefully analyzing one detail to another.
Before you left, you decided to give it a small kiss on its cheek. When you softly pressed your lips against glass, something, or rather someone, appeared in front of you.
Vil was staring at you while you stared back, faint blush coating his cheeks, both of you trying to process what had just happened.
⌗ Idia Shroud◞  
Now... How in the name of the Shroud family did this even happen in the first place? He was playing video games, he was done with work... Have mercy on the poor guy, he’s done nothing wrong, give him his body back, he can’t live like this forever!
Probably the most panicked one out of the bunch.
Extremely wary of his surroundings during the period of time he’s a plush, but there really isn’t much he can do since there’s a screen in front of him showing the words “Game over” in bold, a chair’s back that’s too tall for him to see what’s behind, a bed and drawers beside him.
Internally jumps at any sudden sound or movement that isn’t planned, but anything timed is fine to him. Even so, he can’t think straight with what’s happening to him.
You were getting snacks for the both of you for a gaming night you had agreed on a few days ago, walking towards his dorm room with drinks and your favorite snacks.
When you knocked on the door, there was no answer coming from the inside. That was weird, this must’ve been one of the rare days Idia stepped out of his room, so you thought that you’d invite yourself in to set the items down while waiting for him.
What you didn’t expect was to find his equipment already set up and turned on, but no sign of him. You looked around before putting the snacks down on his table, then noticing the plush sitting on his chair in his place.
If you think he was startled enough from you letting yourself in, you are wrong! He was even more startled when you decided to pick him up from his seat and held him up in front of your face, looking directly at him.
Hopefully he wouldn’t mind you inspecting his plush, right? Wrong again! Well, half wrong. He wouldn’t mind you looking at the details sewn on it, but he was blushing a deep shade of red knowing what you were doing.
You decided to put him back on his seat before Idia arrived, but not before placing a soft kiss on his nose.
As soon as you put him back into place, flames engulfed the plush, revealing Idia, who had his hand over his face after the flames had disappeared.
After regaining his own senses and realizing that he was back to normal, he’d probably stand up and walk over to you, burying his face in your hair out of embarrassment, telling you in a small voice to not scare him like that again, all while being happy that you had liked him as much as he did.
⌗ Malleus Draconia◞  
This was amusing. For someone like him, a great magician, to mess up a spell and turn himself into a doll? Sebek is now running around trying to find Malleus, Silver’s trying to calm him down and Lilia is now trying to get into the kitchen.
This happened once or twice before when he was practicing magic as a child. He didn’t expect for him to repeat the mistake again, this time with a stronger spell he was practicing.
Finds it funny, and not at the same time. He’s now watching Diasomnia drown in chaos while recalling what he had done wrong during the spell. Occasionally one would hear screams from one room to another, snapping Malleus out of his train of thought.
This wasn’t going well at all. He had invited you to accompany him on a scroll just yesterday and you were going to arrive any minute. He was the one who invited you, no way he could not show up, right?
When you arrived in Diasomnia’s lounge, hoping to hear the calming silence it usually brought, you were greeted with a Malleus plush sitting on the couch and Silver trying to calm Sebek down and hopefully manage to get Lilia out of the kitchen, but Malleus was nowhere to be seen, according to Sebek, who screamed the answer out in panic, knowing it wasn’t time for him to leave yet.
You decided to wait for Malleus on the couch, the plush slowly gaining your interest.
When you picked him up and placed him on your lap, he was taken by surprise. If that plush belonged to him, how daring were you to touch a dragon’s possession? Even so, his heart warmed up to the feeling afterwards as you waited in the midst of chaos and a possible war starting to brew.
It was getting quite late, so you figured that Malleus was already waiting for you outside of Ramshackle dorm. Since you didn’t want him to wait, you decided to take the plush with you to the spot.
As you walked back to Ramshackle dorm, nothing else could be heard except for your footsteps and soft breathing, and along the way, he had heard you mumble under your breath, “I adore you.”
Arriving outside of Ramshackle dorm, where the air was chilly, you still couldn’t find Malleus anywhere. There’s no way he could’ve forgotten. he wouldn’t.
The watch on your wrist ticked with every passing second, as you held the plush close to your chest, closing your eyes and kissing its woolen hair.
Smoke begun to surround the dorm, and you felt someone pull you close to his chest, just like you had done to him earlier... Accompanied by a low voice whispering, “I adore you, my treasure.”
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rrxaiky · 1 year
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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 - 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞
CW. TW - Character death, hurt somewhat comfort(?)
A/N: Midterms are over and here I am, so have a drabble. "Why is every Lilia piece angst?" Idk ask my head I wrote this fic on my exam paper before erasing it.
Summary: Lilia comforting his dying lover.
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"Lilia..." (Name) whispered, their voice hoarse and cracked, immediately gaining the attention of the man who held them in his arms. "Yes, my love..?" Lilia looked down at his lap where their head laid.
"You know what's going to happen to me... Right?" They looked so tired as they spoke. It hurt him, but he had to compose himself. He can't cry. Not now.
He held his hand out to gently cup their cheek, eyes softening as they leaned into his touch. "Yes. I do..." he answered, and they gave him a weak smile. Why were they smiling..? "I can't believe it... Lilia, I'm going to die. I'm going to die..." Tears began to flow as they spoke, the words only getting more and more incoherent to the ear.
"I'm scared, Lilia. What if I wake up in hell..?" His heart sunk. Is that what they really thought? "Hell would freeze over before you became a devil... And they'd be blessed with an angel if you did, (Name)." he replied to them, brushing their tears away with his thumb.
"Haha... Somehow that makes me feel better." "It was meant to." "What do you think I'll become?" They shifted their gaze from his eyes, now looking at the blurry ceiling.
"An angel. Ethereal and radiant," he spoke softly.
"Lilia..." "I know. Shh... I know," he continued, his words carrying heavy guilt. Their eyes were struggling to stay open. (Name) was out of strength, the only thing keeping them awake now their will to live, to stay with their beloved just a little longer.
Lilia took his hand and covered their eyes. "(Name), let's get married when we meet again. You've done well. Thank you, for everything," he leaned down to softly place a kiss on their forehead.
"Rest easy... My dove."
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@la-lolita Special delivery ^^
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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂.
CW. TW - Unestablished relationship
A/N: 9/4/2022 is when I started this blog, first fic was a Trey fic, so here we are. A drabble for you Trey lovers. Yes, I remember myself typing out a Trey fic at 2AM last year.
Not proofread.
Summary: Agreeing on going on a picnic with Trey.
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His honey coloured eyes looked at them with adoration as he held the fork to their mouth, a small strawberry dipped in chocolate. (Name) wasn't in any way his. They were just their own person... And they were capable of making him smile brightly and his heart swell with love, even if they hadn't done much.
In (Name)'s eyes, they looked at him with surprise, as if they hadn't felt such an emotion before. The way his lips curved into a smile while the wind blew. He wasn't theirs, and this was certainly a date... By the way he asked them, and he was capable of making them feel so much in one moment...
Is this love?
(Name) looked down at the plates set out on the picnic mat, a small assortment of treats. They reached out to grab one, only to have their hands brush against Trey's as they eyed the slice of tart before blinking at each other. Once, twice, thrice...
They both retracted their hands. (Name) couldn't help but do what he had done to them earlier. Scooping up a small piece and holding it in front of his face. Trey hesitantly ate the piece, munching on it as they let out a small laugh. They placed their hand on his cheek and wiped away the syrup from the side of his mouth with their thumb.
Just this once, they'll allow their touch to linger on him a little longer before they pulled back.
The way (Name) looked at him during that moment...
It really was love.
They smiled. "The whipped cream on the tart you made is melting."
Trey snapped out of his daze. He looked at the whipped cream that looked noticeably messier than when he had first made it. Damnit. His heart cursed himself for making something that would melt quickly under the sun.
If he hadn't, he would've confessed to them right there.
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@honey-milk-depresso Payback
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rrxaiky · 1 year
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚
CW. TW - OOC (?), (kind of) poorly written
A/N: Omg I'm alive? I'm here to deliver a short fic of a page out of Malleus's writing.
Basically, Malleus reminding himself how much he loves you. He'll speak of these to you one day... But for now, let them stay in his heart. [ Gender neutral. ]
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To (Name), my treasure that I fell in love with.
My treasure, I am glad I fell in love with you that night you took my hand and walked with me under the stars. The stars on that night were bright, but they were outshone by you. A smile as radiant as yours could have easily shone brighter than the blazing sun.
I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you. If that were possible, I would easily be able to brag to another that I know where to go when I am lost. My answer is to you, my home.
I have heard that as humans grew older, their sense of hearing and sight begin to decline. My dearest, even if you were unable to see or hear me, I hope that I will be able to write my thoughts onto your arm, to engrave the words I wished to say to you with ink into your skin as you smile at me. Be it a simple "I love you," or it is I, once again confessing my love for you, when that day comes, I hope you will continue to allow me to take you in my arms as I look at you with the same warmth as I do now.
Even if we were never meant to meet, I am grateful that we have managed to turn out this way. Even if the world were to render us outcasts, even if the universe turned against you and I, I will forever be by your side.
(Name), I love you.
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"𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞" - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
CW. TW - None, separate.
A/N: I can't write fluff - Trey stans his part is the apology for the angst I made on his birthday
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⧉ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
"So, how is it..?" Riddle nervously asked. He wanted to do something special for them. Didn't matter the occasion, he just wanted to. In (Name)'s hand held a cup of warm rose tea brewed by Riddle.
"It's great! The flavor is nicely balanced. Thank you, Riddle." (Name) commented, sipping on the liquid once more. Hearing this, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief. All those notes he had taken from making the tea a hundred times over to get the perfect taste paid off.
After Riddle had collected their teacup and left, they couldn't help but wonder if they could do the same for him. Throughout the day, when they were doing something... They just wanted to repay him.
They approached Riddle the next day, holding a cup of oolong tea and offering it to him. Unlike his rose tea, which had a light and subtle taste, theirs had a thick texture, the taste of flowers and a subtle grassy flavor. They were almost complete opposites.
(Name) didn't say much after they hurriedly took his cup after he was done, leaving Riddle in confusion.
"The tea (Name) brewed tasted nice. I quite liked the flavor." Riddle said to Trey while he was working. "Oh? What type of tea was it?" "Oolong tea."
There was a brief moment of silence before Trey voiced beside him, "Oolong tea is often liked by those who are romantic. Speaking of which, some people might even say it represents love."
⧉ 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
"You have something on your nose." (Name) stopped mixing the batter, reaching their hand out to swipe the small bit of flour from Trey's nose before continuing on.
Trey felt his heart flutter as he touched the spot on his nose. This was supposed to be a quick baking session between them, but how'd he end up like this?
Not long after, they took out a tray, placing the batter evenly in casts to form them into heart shapes then placing them into the oven. When (Name) had finally put them in, they looked so proud of themselves... And he was too.
Then came the time where they could finally take the desserts out. They had both worked hard to decorate them on plates before eating, but it was all worth it.
"Hm? You have something on your nose too, love." Trey said while they were drinking a glass of water. "Oh, I do? Give me a minute to clean it." "No need." Trey took their hand before leaning close to their face and placing a kiss on the tip of their nose.
⧉ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝
"It's raining again..." (Name) thought to themselves. Class wasn't over yet, and the way nothing seemed to go into their head made them both want class to be over and not be over. It was raining, they didn't have a way to get back to their dorm without being completely soaked, and the class was boring. What a great combination.
They didn't know what they wanted to feel when class finally ended, and the rain was pouring harder than ever. They sighed, wondering if they should just risk being sick and run through the rain.
Just as they were lost in thought, they felt someone tap them on their shoulder. Turning around, (Name) saw none other than Cater. "(Name)! What are you doing here?" "Hello, Cater! The rain's falling pretty heavy, and I don't have an umbrella, so I'm just waiting for it to stop."
"Oh! I could take you back, in exchange for something, of course!" "And what is this 'something'?" (Name) asked him, suspicion lacing their tone. "Nothing much, just this." Cater answered, hugging them close to him and snapping a picture of them together.
"So, shall we?" He reached his hand out to take theirs.
⧉ 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚
"I don't want to paint these roses anymore! It's tiring enough seeing all those white ones around!" Ace wailed, getting the attention of a certain prefect, who had offered to help out.
"Maybe if you actually started painting them... Just maybe, we'd get this done faster!" they said back to him, the movements of their hand never ceasing as the white roses were painted in a coat of red. "With the rate we're going at right now, I'd be surprised if we get done by tomorrow!" Ace let out a deep sigh before he started painting again.
"We should honestly just ditch all this and- Ah!" Ace let out a shriek as he slipped on some paint. Just before he could feel himself hit the ground, he felt himself in someone's arms. "Ace, are you okay? This is why I said to concentrate on-"
He couldn't help but look at them as they lectured him. "Ace! Are you even listening?" they said, snapping him out of his trance.
"(Name)..."
"Yes?"
"I think I just fell in love with you all over again."
⧉ 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞
Deuce only realized what they had been up to after he head the chirps of a baby chick. When he looked over to them, he couldn't help but notice them smiling and trying their best not to laugh at Deuce's expression.
His cheeks were red as he spoke, "(Name)... Did you put a chick on my head?" He didn't dare move his head to the side, only trying his best to twist his body to face them. "And for seven's sake, stop laughing!"
"I can't help it! You look so cute right now!" They responded to him, still trying to contain their laughter. On the other hand, Deuce's heart was practically threatening to jump out of his body. Did they really call him cute just like that?
Deuce carefully lifted the chick off his head and walked over to (Name), and he placed it on their head, just like how they did to him. "It's you who's cute now."
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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞- 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮
CW . TW - OOC
A/N: Hello Riddle stans. (I forgot how to write fics, skills are a little rusty please forgive me)
A confession letter from 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 to you. (GN reader)
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Dear (Name),
This is not the type of letter I would usually write, so forgive me if this may sound sudden, but please read of what I want to say.
I didn't know how to express my feelings for you until I asked for advice from Cater and Trey, and that's why I am writing a letter to you. Attached to this letter is a freshly picked red rose from the gardens. I hope that it is to your liking.
I have a few confessions. Even if you find them to irk your heart, I hope that we can continue to be friends.
Your presence lies in my mind even at night. Your speaking enchanted me, and it has lingered within me since you first spoke. The mere thought of you calms me.
I can honestly say that I never believed in love until after my overblot, and you were the one who captured my heart. I thank you for taking care of me after the incident.
I don't know how long that has been, but just thinking about it still makes my heart flutter. Even after years, I believe that it will still continue to make my heart clench from the warmth and care you've shown to me. I know it was an act of kindness, but something about it felt different from everything anyone had shown to me.
I have a few more things to address, so I beg you to bear with me.
For a while now, I had thought that I was a helpless 'Alice'. After thinking about it, I finally figured out why I felt this way. (Name), you seem to be the wonderland Alice had fallen into.
Just like Alice, I had unknowingly fallen for you, and that is why I felt that way. In other words, I've fallen for you, and I have no regrets to have fallen for you.
(Name), I love you, truly.
Signed, Riddle Rosehearts.
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Hello, i hope it's ok i request a Riddle x Reader for your new event, with Riddle and mc having a movie night and falling asleep togheter in the sofa with Cater and Trey tsking a 1000 pictures hehe
♖ 2 weeks of not writing probably made my skills end up like that van
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CW/ TW: Mildy strong language
𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦- 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑.
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Dear seven, how did he end up agreeing to this... Excuse of a schedule!? Staring at a screen for hours on end? And eating snacks late at night while they're at it? Absolutely not! Not in any life would Riddle have agreed to this, but he had to, he wanted them to be happy. Damn it all, they looked so excited when he finally agreed to their plans, Riddle just couldn't break their heart like that by telling them that he didn't want to.
Everything was set up. The movies, the couch decorated with blankets and pillows to make them comfortable... Too comfortable for Riddle's liking. He was never the type to have the time to settle down and relax for once. He was always envious of his lover, although just as busy, they had that little time to collect themselves before going back to whatever they were doing... Is that why they planned the night?
Both of them didn't have much time in their hands. It was just enough to get by the day without having to stay up late too much. They couldn't spend much time with each other, so maybe, just maybe because they both didn't have much going on that night, they decided to invite Riddle over for a movie date. To get that chance and just be with him, even if he couldn't stay long because of his set sleep schedule. Just the thought of them doing this was enough to make Riddle feel a heat creep up his face before leaving his dorm, then composing himself before leaving.
Riddle hesitated before knocking on their door, not used to the feeling of visiting someone at this hour. The few seconds he was waiting outside felt like pressure that he had thought he would never have to experience again. He was alone outside, standing there, waiting for what seemed to be like nothing.
"Come on in!" A sentence from behind the opening door voiced out, a familiar and warm voice welcoming him yet again into their dorm. Riddle looked up from the ground, then to the room, then to them. he couldn't help but let a smile take over his anxious self that had just been with him as he stepped foot into the dorm, the door closing behind him.
He felt them take his hand, leading him to the couch then getting the both of them comfortable. The movie had already started playing on the screen in front of them, although different from the world (y/n) had lived in before, brought a sense of familiarity to them, to be able to watch these combined clips with someone else once again.
As the clips rolled, they smiled, laughed... And they were finally together again, after all the time that they were separated by work from the headmage or dorm matters. (Y/n) felt a weight on their shoulder when the credits rolled, and the sounds of soft and stable breathing from the male beside them. They looked over to Riddle, who was already asleep, then turned the movie clip off, scared that the sounds could disturb him.
"Goodnight.." (Y/n) said tiredly, leaning their head onto Riddle, then falling asleep on their own. Perhaps they wouldn't get a night like this again in a long time... But it was worth waiting for.
The front door silently clicked open, revealing two of their seniors. "Hey (y/n), have you- mph-! Cater, what are you doing?" "Shh. Look at them! This is worth taking pictures of!" Cater whisper shouted to Trey, taking his phone out to snap a few pictures. "I'll send these to you guys later! Cater out!" He continued, slipping out of the dorm room.
Someone was surely going to get their head chopped off once Riddle found out about it...
That is, if he wasn't all too flustered to, of course.
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𝐎𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑.
Warnings: Death, murder, blood
W.C: 2K+
GN reader, I am the proofreader /hj
M.list // "Dearly beloved with a thousand apologies" - Sequel.
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Riddle found himself lying on the cold, hard, wooden floor when he opened his eyes. Where was he? The lights were flickering, the curtains were ragged, the ripped tablecloth, shattered glass over the ground. There were thick roses adorned with thorns blocking the exits, with one exit being on the second floor, which was impossible to open as it was jammed, broken.
Maybe he was asleep in his dorm room. Perhaps this was all a small dream he was pulled into. He shut his eyes and pinched his own arm, only opening his eyes to stand within the same dark walls. Riddle walked around, his eyes scanning the area, a heart afraid of any creatures lurking around. Who knew? Maybe he would stumble upon the same creature he... Nevermind. There wasn't any use in dwelling in the past, as he was told.
He felt as if he wasn't alone in that place. It wasn't someone's eyes on him, but he didn't want to turn back to look at whatever it would be. He just wanted to go home. He wasn't ready to face that heavy feeling he had in his heart.
With every step he took, the floors creaked. He didn't know what to do, so he'd find himself going back to where he started. Every turn seemed useless. It was nothing but a form of entertainment to some when he saw familiar shadows run by. Shadows that if he left this "dreamland" of his, he would never see ever again. If he ever did.
Riddle would stare at the shadows which were constantly running around in silence. He had all the time in the world if he was truly alone in the creation of his mind, so he'd find a clean place to sit on while he watched them chase each other. After all, it was better to leave them alone, in his opinion, at least. Maybe without disturbing them, he'd be able to grant them the childhood he never had, even if he was playing no part in their lives. Not anymore.
As time passed, he couldn't help but wonder, just what place was this? It reflected everything that he could've had, projecting both wanted and unwanted memories of the past, some he wanted to forget even if it would mean his life, even if it meant leaving everything behind. It was for the better, he thought. He didn't belong here.
The lights flickered as Riddle walked up the staircase, and there, he saw multiple doors. They looked almost identical to each other if not with one or two minor differences. He walked up to one of them, twisting the knob only to find it locked, then onto the next door with the same result. They weren't budging at all.
Looking into a short distance, he saw something familiar on a nightstand. A glass box? It couldn't be. It had lumps all over it, it looked as if it were about to shatter... An imperfect object, just like he was. He walked over to it and picked it up, but it didn't seem like anything he owned, so he set it down and attempted to pull open one of the drawers instead.
Riddle struggled to open the drawer. It was probably filled with things for it to be this hard to open. When he finally opened it up, he saw a messy, unorganized stack of letters. Letters he had written to them. As Riddle reached out to grab one of the letters, a gust of wind blew the letters into the air, and they burnt away, leaving only a few in the drawer.
He was speechless. He was indoors, so where'd the sudden gust of wind come from? He watched as the letters he put his heart into burn right in front of him into the air, then looked back at the only remaining letters. There was a particular one that stood out to him. One he wrote recently, and one that took him not only his heart, but also his mind to finally be able to write. The last letter he swore to write to them.
His breath hitched as he tore the letter open to read it again. It wasn't as if he hadn't read it time and time before getting rid of it, and he certainly didn't expect to find it here.
"I'm sorry."
Those were the only two words on the paper, so why did those two words make him want to cry so badly? Why? The paper burnt as he stared at the words, stained with black "ink", just like all the other letters. He felt angry. He couldn't really point out why he was angry, he just was. In the moment, Riddle grabbed ahold of the porcelain box he had examined earlier, throwing it against the floor. It shattered. It broke into a million pieces, and hundreds of thousands of grains of sand spread on the ground, and there, he could clearly see a picture of him and them.
One he burnt himself. One he got rid of in hopes of forgetting that they ever existed. One he wish he could retrieve in his world.
Riddle saw another shadow run by. A shadow that he didn't think he knew. He watched it run into one of the rooms, the door still left wide open, as if they wanted him to follow them. And so he did, he got up and went after them. The door closed right before he entered, making a nervous feeling wash over him.
He was prepared for anything that might jump out when he opened the door, but there was nothing. Instead, he was now standing at the entrance of a room he hadn't visited for a long, long time. A room that had been abandoned, destroyed and left to rot with no care.
Their room.
"(Name)..?" The name felt foreign to his tongue, as if he hadn't uttered it before. Riddle walked into the room as the door behind him closed itself with a click, locking him inside. His eyes wandered around the small, dusty room. Still the same as ever. Everything was in its original positions, just as they had left it.
He pulled a ragged cloth out of a mirror's way, and he locked his eyes with a familiar face. They looked at each other before (Name) jumped out of the mirror and onto their bed, ignoring that Riddle was even in the room with them. "(Name), that bed's dirty, get off of it." "Dirty? I just cleaned it yesterday. What're you talking about?" Dear seven, what was Riddle even doing? He shouldn't even be talking to them in the first place.
He finally realized after that. He had to know he was not in Twisted Wonderland anymore. He was in a space created by his heart. He was in the middle of nowhere. That "(Name)" that he saw earlier wasn't them at all, so that explained why they said the bed was clean.
He saw a dark and dim room that served no purpose but to exist, while they saw a clean, organized room.
As Riddle was lost in his train of thought, (name) got up and walked towards the mirror, then walked in. "Wait..!" Riddle shouted after them, his voice echoing within the walls of a quiet room. He softly touched the mirror, and slipped into it.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a garden. A quiet garden with nobody but the both of them. He looked as they, no. His friend, his lover... Turned back at him to shoot him a faint smile before leaving him in the garden, disappearing. Riddle breathed out before walking up to the door to the artificial garden, and he walked out as quickly as he had followed them to their room, shutting the door to the only room that provided decent lighting.
He was standing at the door that he walked into earlier. By his command, by his thoughts, he wondered if he had made their room disappear. The floor he once stepped on were now filled with countless thorns, the vines on the exits only getting thicker and thicker . If he didn't get out of there soon, would he be trapped there forever? He carefully wandered through the bushes, getting himself downstairs to the pantry.
He opened each and every drawer, hoping to find something that might assist him in escaping. As he searched, he felt something sticky and wet drop onto his hand.
Drip.
Another drop. He held his hand close to his face to examine the liquid while some of it continued to drip from above onto the counter. It was dark read. Blood? The substance started dripping faster, getting darker with each drop. Why did everything feel so familiar? The color, the rush of emotion he felt, everything.
And he chose to ignore it.
When Riddle finally concluded that there was nothing in the pantry, he went over to the staircase again. As he had half expected, he saw the same blood flowing down the steps. He followed the ominous liquid back to that room. The door that once led to their room, and now a garden.
Upon opening the door, he felt his heart sink. He saw a thick rose vine pierced through their body as they looked in his direction, their eyes lifeless, dead. He... No, his past self, his overblot, held their body up. There were traces of blot in his eyes. He was crying, and as they bled, the blood and blot mixed together, forming a patch under where they stood.
He never wanted to do this, did he?
Was this how they felt when they watched him kill (Name)? Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce... Everyone. They couldn't do anything. All they could do was stare at them. And now, it was his turn. His turn to be in their position. He was weak, useless against himself. He didn't want to see them like this, so he shut the door, just like how he had done to them multiple times in the past, he'd do it again.
Riddle sunk down to the floor, covering his face with his hands, desperate to get that dreaded image out of his head. His breathing ragged as he felt his heartbeat increase, the pile of mixture from underneath the door staining his clothing black.
Just minutes later, he heard something drop, and a gush of blot washed out from under the door.
The cold feeling made him freeze up for a while before he got up and slowly opened the door, peaking in with his head. There was no one there. Nobody, no presence of a human, a spirit, or a monster, just stains in the grass and leaves, staining the peaceful garden to be like the rest of the house. It was the product of his actions.
He walked around the small garden with caution in every step, searching for what seemed to be something he couldn't find. Something he lost that couldn't be retrieved.
He crouched down to search through the bushes, which were now filled with wilted roses, just like the ones he saw at the doors when the blood started dripping. He wasn't going to leave, not until he found something that could confirm that he had looked around, no matter how much pain it brought to his heart.
Although the garden seemed small, maybe even smaller than his own room, it seemed like forever when he finally found it in a pile of bushes. A lone grave with their name etched onto it, and a small letter in front of it.
Riddle knew that he would suffer the decision of his, reading the letter, but he didn't care. Nothing he did to himself could ever compare to the pain that he had brought onto his own lover.
His hands trembled as he tore it open to read, the paper stained by the blood Riddle had spilt on his hands.
I can't forgive you.
The image of the person that sat in the mirror, their eyes when they stared at him... It all vanished. That frame he had seen in the mirror had burnt away.
A frame that had burnt into an unforgiving, crying soul.
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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭
CW. TW - OOC
A/N: Merry Christmas! As your Christmas gift, here's Vil fluff before I go to sleep. (Not my best work, but take it)
In a universe where (Name) was granted a return to twisted wonderland after they went back to their homeland. [ GN reader ]
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It all felt like a dream, a Christmas miracle, being able to go back to twisted wonderland. It meant (Name) could finally see Vil again. They'd be able to spend Christmas with the person they had fallen with while they were there.
The familiar land was covered in snow, and the skies that once shone brightly were covered in thick clouds.
As (Name) stepped into the school they had once attended, they couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia hit them, as different as it felt when they first arrived here. The first time they were here, the place felt dangerous and strange. Now, they felt like they had returned home after travelling far away.
Now that they were back, they had to visit their love. Finding him wouldn't be that hard, considering it was early morning, and he had probably just woken up to get ready for the day.
They couldn't wait to him again.
Walking down the hallways of Pomefiore as they looked out the window, they wondered if he thought they had forgotten about him, despite the numerous times they had reassured him they wouldn't before they left, and thinking even deeper into it, they wondered if he had forgotten about them.
Without realizing it, they had arrived in front of Vil's room. (Name) hesitated to knock on his door, pondering for a while before the door clicked open. Seems like they didn't need to think anymore. He was in front of them now.
"(Name)?" Vil was stunned to see them. "Surprise?" they said with a worried tone. There wasn't anything else in his head when he saw them, and it was by instinct that he took them into his arms. It would get his uniform messy, and yes, it would probably mess his skin up a little, but it was Christmas. Give him a break. Right now, he just wanted to know that it was (Name) with him.
Their worries washed away as they felt the warmth of Vil's body on theirs. His stress was lifted from his shoulders the moment they saw them.
Of course, a small part of him believed that they weren't real, but even more of him knew they were there.
They were back.
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𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂.
TW/CW. Angst.
GN reader. They/them. --A quick drabble for Trey. Happy birthday.
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It was a tradition for them to bake together on each of their respective birthdays, enough for two people. Whether what they baked was white like the clouds or blue like the color of the ocean, they'd sprinkle some sprinkles on it. Nothing fancy, just a quick way to get decorations done.
Somehow, no matter how many times they made pastries together, it always tasted sweet. Even the smell of it as it baked in the oven smelled nice... Even if they mess up a step or two...
It was his birthday again. Trey laid the ingredients out on the counter as he waited for (name). 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes... It couldn't have been that long, right? When he started waiting for them... Oh.
That's right. They left. He had unconsciously prepared enough ingredients for two.
Trey sighed and got up, his throat heavy and dry as a sense of guilt washed over him for not being able to have them stay long enough to at least bake one last time with him. Trey started baking what they usually did, cracking the eggs, pouring in the milk and sifting flour... Except it felt that there was only one noise coming from the utensils or the shells.
What if behind that mirror they left, they were doing what he was?
(Name) hadn't realized they had zoned out until they heard the unfamiliar sound of their oven beep. They stood up and walked over to the oven, opening it to reveal a cupcake they baked. They then placed it onto a decoration stand, placing soft whipped cream onto it before opening a cabinet, taking a small bag of sprinkles Trey had given them before they left and sprinkling it onto the cupcake.
The both of them picked their baked pastries up, then bit into it.
There was a familiar feeling when they tasted it, the texture of the rough sprinkles grazing their tongue, like the many times they had baked together... But they could no longer picture each other baking or cooking alongside each other anymore.
It tasted bitter, but as bitter as it was, it was something they had to swallow. As bitter as it was, it was still his birthday.
So, happy birthday, Trey Clover.
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rrxaiky · 2 years
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𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 - 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃.
Warnings: Mentions of breaking down, reader being called "worthless"
GN reader, not proofread.
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"Whoever's up there... Make this thing stop playing already!"
They were beyond frustrated at this point. Couldn't they get some peace and quiet? If not in their room, at least in their head. They desperately wanted to kick that piano broken. It just wouldn't stop playing.
(Name) covered their ears, hoping that that annoying voice would shut up already. It was hopeless. Everything was. To an unbearable tune, a stupid room, this world... Themselves. They felt like an idiot.
As they shut their eyes and laid on their bed, an image of a misty world appearing in their head, one where they kept themselves.
Sometimes, they'd see someone leaving. That someone who they loved, that someone they held onto desperately. Why were they like this? Why did they have to rely on someone they knew would leave eventually?
They didn't want to live like this anymore. It was never their fault, but still, why? (Name) wasn't someone of high status, they weren't important to the world they lived in. They were just... Them. Someone who to themselves is less than useless.
Maybe if they realized this "curse" when they were younger, they wouldn't have turned out like this. If they didn't... Would they finally be able to live their life like they always wanted? It was too late now, anyway. If they could, they'd chase the light in their head so it didn't stop shining. After all, they have always had enough time.
Everything they had now was something to reassure them that everything would be okay, even though it wouldn't. It was all an illusion they made. The piano, their imagination, the "wonderland" they were in. That broken smile they gave themselves each and every time they saw someone leave...
People can't hold light. Light is something that slips through your fingers when you try to hold onto it, so who were they to be able to hold onto that same illumination everyone wanted too?
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The soft cries from a room in the corridor awoke him. The door was slightly open when Malleus approached it, letting some light into the dark room. Although he was not the type to go into someone's room without their permission, such cries were concerning to his ears.
Surely his beloved wouldn't mind if it was just this time, right?
The door slowly creaked open. The noise that was made from it sounded like an out of tune piano. (Name) jumped a little before sitting up, hastily wiping their "ugly" tears away in hopes of making themselves look at least presentable to their visitor.
"(Name)...?" That familiar voice sounded distant. A piano that didn't exist in their head, maybe? One they didn't want to stop unlike the one they had. One that they beg to keep playing on.
They completely ignored Malleus's existence, their tears continuing to fall no matter how much they try to stop them from streaming down their face. They didn't want to face him. They didn't want him to see them like this.
He didn't know how to approach them, but for now... All he could do was to cast a spell over them. One that would make them a little calmer. One that would make them drift off to sleep.
Malleus walked up to them, covering a blanket over their sleeping self, before walking back outside. Right as he was about to leave, he looked at them.
"..." "I don't want to see you cry anymore, so I'll leave."
And with that, the room was pitch dark again.
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rrxaiky · 1 year
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑.
Warnings: Mentions of death, Riddle being called a coward by himself, angst
Short sequel to "Of guilt and unforgiveness", please read that before this one to avoid any confusion Similar to "To hearts filled with light". Written as a letter in Riddle's POV.
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Dearly beloved,
I realized a long time ago that I no longer have the right to call you by those names, or anything similar to them. The terms "My love" "My dearest", were always words I knew I would never be able to use all my life... And yours.
It was all for you. I don't know why I'm like this. No matter how many times I say it to myself, no matter how many times I've said it to anyone, it didn't matter how much I swore on my life that I wouldn't break another rule, deep in my heart, I knew it was impossible. It was all because of you that I broke another promise I made.
I'm writing another letter to you again, and I apologize for that. I said I wouldn't. I said to myself I wouldn't disturb you anymore, and yet here I am, breaking yet another promise.
There are so many things I want to apologize for. There are so many unforgivable things I've done to you, so I wonder sometimes, how do you manage to keep your smile after all I've done, after the pressure that was put on you?
I'm sorry for killing you. I'm sorry for taking your time away. I'm sorry for wasting it. I'm sorry for hurting you, for making you cry. I'm sorry you had to endure my past self. By sevens... I'm sorry I ever laid my eyes on you.
Everything. There are so many things I want to apologize for, and yet, I can't seem to find the right words. I know I can say it, somehow, but it feels like it's stuck in my throat. I want to apologize for the countless things I've done, and yet I can't, because I'm a coward that's scared of everything including himself.
I know can't dwell on the past for so long, as said and advised by a lot, but I just can't get you out of my head.
Even if you would forgive me, even if you visited my in my dreams to tell me it was okay, I would never be able to accept it. I would never be able to bring myself to accept your forgiveness anymore. You don't have to lie to me, please... I'll accept any punishment for my actions, even if it meant that I would have to live knowing you hate me.
If one day we're reborn in another life, I hope you never regain any memories from this life, where your life was stripped from you, where your life was ruined. And if we are reborn, I don't want to hurt you anymore.
And with that said...
I hope we never meet again.
~ Riddle Rosehearts.
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rrxaiky · 1 year
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𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 - 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑. , 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂.
TW/CW. Mentions of death and implied death, murder/killing, blood, drugs, mild horror?, reader is implied to be from twisted wonderland With a bitter heart: Zombie AU
Platonic. GN reader.
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"By our pasts and our present... We are the same. All three of us."
There they were, recalling the same words in their mind as they roamed the halls filled with bodies of students, some stained with blood while the others skins were covered in green blotches. (Name)'s footsteps echoed through the hallways, trying their best to not step on the student's bodies while they headed to their room to grab some things.
To be very honest, they couldn't care less for those bodies. Although they were students that had everything forcefully taken away from them, although they were all living just like they were now... It'd never last long. For all they cared, they could rot away, just like the guilt in their heart slowly sparking and burning them.
They were all the same. Of course, (Name) felt pity for their poor, poor souls, but if they really did feel pity, they wouldn't be so selfish. If they truly pitied them, they wouldn't be out trying to reach their hands out to the two who they've known since they were a child.
They didn't want to save them anymore. In fact, they wanted to end all of them.
They wasted no time to head to Heartslabyul after they put 2 small vials into their pocket. When they finally arrived, they saw the sight of a few students painting the roses red... Or at least they were trying to. There weren't a lot of roses on the bushes. Most of them had long fallen off and wilted, and the paint had spilt and dried, leaving a giant, read stain on the grass underneath them.
The students didn't seem to know, though. They continued to mindlessly swipe their brushes through the bushes. Maybe that was their only purpose.
(Name) continued to move forward until they reached Riddle's room. They cautiously opened the door, seeing the once neat and tidy room scratched up, pages from books ripped out and scattered all across the floor. They heard something almost inaudible as they looked up to see Riddle clawing at his curtains, which were already broken up.
"Riddle?" They hadn't said his name in so long. It came out like a whisper, and yet... It seemed to have reached him. He heard them, and snapped his head over to them, staring at them before walking towards them in an attempt to get to them, only to be held back by chains bounded from his bed to his leg.
Oh. That's right. He was infected, and when he found out, it was already too late to even try to reverse the effects. In fear of hurting anyone around him again, he chained himself. That way... He wouldn't have to worry about causing them any harm.
(Name) felt as if they didn't know the Riddle that was standing in front of them, but at the same time, they've known him ever since they were a child born into Twisted Wonderland. A wonderland that had unwillingly been reduced to a wasteland.
They swallowed a lump in their throat as they approached him themselves. They couldn't tell if he was happy to see them or angry that they had come near him despite knowing the threat he was with the way he scratched the air, the chains rustling every time he tried to move.
(Name) unconsciously reached their hand out to touch his cheek, but they stopped right before they touched him. "What am I doing..?" They thought to themselves. They tried to make direct contact with a zombie. Riddle's hand grabbed theirs as he held it, his strength nearly crushing their hand, his nails digging into their skin, drawing blood from them.
They assumed that he was asking for help from the way his grip changed on their hand, possibly from himself. Maybe he wanted to be himself again, but that seemed impossible, didn't it? He was aways been Riddle Rosehearts. No matter how he spoke, no matter how he acted, he'd always be him.
They forcefully pulled their hand away from him, and Riddle once again, started clawing at the air.
"I'm sorry..! I'm sorry I can't help!" (Name's) thoughts screamed in their head when they reached into their pocket to pull out the vials, opening the lid to let poisonous gas into the air before running out his room, and just as they closed the doors, they heard a loud thump from inside the room. They had no idea how strong one small bottle was, but for all they knew...
They killed him.
(Name) waited a few minutes before they slowly opened the door again, and just as they had expected, Riddle's body was laying on the ground. They unchained him before carrying him over to their "room", filled with empty, unoccupied vaults meant for keeping bodies.
"Once a young man called the queen now an ugly corpse to be locked away. They say a heart breaks into two pieces, but your has three. Oh, my naïve, dear friend, good luck finding the third piece~"
Just as they finished sealing Riddle away, something, or rather someone, started banging on the metal doors. They were frozen for a moment in shock before they looked into the door hole, only to see a stray zombie. No, that wasn't a lowly, wandering zombie. Trey? Did he manage to find the both of them that quickly?
They grabbed a nearby object, then opened the door for him, ready for him to attack them. Instead, he looked at them before turning around to start searching for Riddle's vault. When he finally found him, Trey limed over to it, low groans coming from his mouth. Trey softly touched his case with coarse hands. It pained the both of them.
Trey was just trying to get to his friends. (Name) was left in a potential kill or be killed situation... But that was their friend. He's been with them for so long... Imagine dying a monster killed by your friend, to have your soul wander near your body, only to see the same friend that killed you with another one of your friends stay by you. It really is as they say, "birds of a feather flock together."
His friends were monsters too. They all were.
They stared at Trey for a while before hitting his head with the object, murmuring apologies under their breath as they did. Trey's blood covered the cold floor. Then they came to realize... They were a murderer. They stripped students of their lives, their mind set on track that if they killed them... They'd put them out of suffering. What if they died along with them?
One life couldn't pay for so many.
Trey's hand was cold when they held it. His entire body was cold. They managed to muster up the strength to lift his body over to the vault beside Riddle's.
"And his name would forever be remembered within these walls... That is, if he weren't so corrupted that he had already forgotten about his identity. But that's okay. As long as he remembers the ones he loved."
The room as cold and dark when they finished. They felt their legs slowly give up on them as they crumbled onto the ground, tears unable to be contained any longer. They tumbled onto the ground after being on their knees, hand over mouth, only being able to think of one and only one thing.
"I'm not a good friend... I'm not a good friend..! I wasn't good enough!" Their voice was strained. Cracked, just like the broken hope they gave up on.
Maybe it was better if they could die with them. Like said, one life cannot possibly be exchanged for hundreds.
But they deserved it.
"A soldier and a hunter once high and mighty by a queen and a baker's side, whose heart has now shattered into a million small pieces and one large piece. Whose name will be remembered in those whose hearts were darker than the night... Has finally become the third and final piece to be under the first two pieces."
"At least... I brought all of us... Back together.." They said, closing their eyes.
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rrxaiky · 2 years
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hihihihhi!! grats on 100 followers!! may I req an angst/comfort w/ reader/mc/yuu being homesick? ty!!
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♖ Thank you! My apologies if this isn’t very good, I’m not exactly the best at hurt/comfort ^^”
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CW/ TW: Homesickness (That’s it)
𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑. - 𝐀 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤
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     A truly weird world it was. Instead of fate being cruel every once in a while, why was it always so unfair to them? From dealing with this mysterious, new world to dealing with overblots with almost no knowledge of magic... It was beginning to get tiring. Yet, stopping now wasn't an option for them. It couldn't stop. They really couldn't. 
     All they wanted to do was simple. To go back home, to their family, their friends, and everything they were forced to leave behind when they were ripped away from their old life without warning. Every day, every night, they began to miss them even more no matter how hard they tried to forget about them, at least temporarily. They hated it. The feeling of it, the fact that they were in this messed up situation in the first place, the feeling of pain that lingered in their chest... They hated it all.
     The sky, the moon, the stars, the clouds. When they looked up at them, they were hoping that somewhere in the universe, “they” too were gazing at the skies, missing them as much as they did. Somewhere in their heart, their mind, they knew that there was a slim chance of them being able to return to their home, and there was a chance that they would never be going home. Never again. All those memories that they’ve made throughout their journey in their own world, with such a feeling now... Was it truly worth it?
     Now, they couldn’t possibly hide this feeling forever. They had to let it out one day. All this... It couldn’t go unnoticed by Riddle. Surely not. He was and still is an observant person... The change in the way they acted or spoke on certain days told him all he needed to know. The exhaustion in their voice when they spoke, even if it was early in the morning... It was becoming concerning to him. Just as they were thinking of their home more and more with each passing day, he too was growing more and more worried for them. 
     He wanted to help them. He really did. He didn’t want to see them like this anymore, and even though he wasn’t as good as others when it came to emotions, he would try for them, to at least loosen some chains that were bounded to their heart. 
     That night, he had walked over to their dorm, knocking on their door before entering the room. As expected, they were once again staring out the window, with a photo in hand. A photo, a clone created from magic, something they would never be able to see the original of for as long as they didn’t return. 
     “My rose... I noticed you feeling down lately. Do you want to talk about it?” Riddle asked the student who was staring at the photo. “Oh, so you knew... Nothing much, really. Just another episode of me being homesick.” Ah. It all made sense to him now. It was only natural, right? They’ve lost so much time already... Riddle went up to them, then hugged them, his hand stroking their back. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll definitely find a way for you to return back to your home.”
     “And once you return, promise me you’ll find a way to come back here to visit, okay?”
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