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Could you do a part 2 when they boys turned into children and their s/o decides to taking care of them? with idia, malleus & riddle please?
Ofc^ personally it was one my favourite hc's to write so it's my pleasure!
First part with leona, azul and kalim here
Part three with vil, rook and silver here
Part four with floyd, lilia and jamil here
Request: idia, malleus and riddle has turned into a children, now their s/o has to take care of them.
Pairings: idia shroud x reader, malleus draconia x reader, riddle rosehearts x reader
Warnings: none, reader is gender-neutral, word 'princess' is used for reader once(malleus)
Idia shroud
When ortho found his nii-san as a child, a child that is younger than him, he nearly went into overdrive.
Ortho has always been a bit protective of his brother, but he really doesn't know how to take care of a toddler. He tried to search the internet but whatever he did never worked because idia was crying. Loudly.
So he did what he thought best, hand his nii-san over to you. The only responsible person on the campus.
When you saw ortho you enthusiastically waved at the boy, having taken him as younger brother as well, but then you noticed a child with him.
Ortho explained the situation and you were relived that it'll only last for few hours at most.
You take a look at the baby shying away from your gaze, you have to stop yourself from squealing at how cute baby idia is.
He is a smol ball of blue, also very shy.
Idia is a very behaved toddler, only asking you for his game console or snacks in between the sessions.
He tugs at your sleeves asking you to bend so he can whisper in your ear about what kind of snacks he wants.
Not bratty or demanding at all. He is very chill as a baby. Still doesn't likes strangers though.
"Y/n saw me as a baby." He whispers staring at the floor with dead eyes.
Malleus draconia
Malleus turned into a child, you weren't sure how it happened but you found him crying in backyard of your dorm.
Malleus still had his horns, so you had to take care of them while picking him because they are sharp enough to stab you if not careful.
But once you picked him up, he just. Stopped crying. Instead was looking at you with his big green glowy eyes. You almost felt your heart burst.
Malleus, unlike idia, is very bratty and demanding. And he wants all of you attention on him. Because of him you had to drop grim off at heartslabyul, because you can't take care of two arsonist children.
You called Lilia, who was very happy to malleus as a child again, to take him to diasomnia but malleus refused and Lilia might have gotten the other side of his bangs burned.
Malleus really likes your presence and ramshackle and wanted to stay there forever and protect his princess from any bad prince who might try to take you away.
He said this with oversized white shirt pooling around him and a wooden sword in his hands raised high. A very cute sight, you should've taken a picture.
Malleus doesn't like vegetables, he on the other hand loves fries. You will have to coax him eat vegetables or hide them or grind them, for him to eat.
He will eat fries as a meal all three times a day and as snacks too.
"Fufufu...to think I would turn into a child. But regardless I am grateful to you for taking care of me, child of man.
Riddle rosehearts
Riddle is still riddle as a kid.
Still very strict about upholding the Queen of hearts laws.
Ace and deuce were screwing around with a potion for the homework for the alchemy class (it was probably brewed wrong) and next thing they knew they had splashed it all over their dorm leader.
Needless to say both of them were ready for a beheading but when no shouts of anger came they looked down to see mini version of riddle.
So they can to only person they knew would be down to help them. You.
Riddle is such a crybaby. Now, he not only shouts in anger, but he also cries.
Riddle is a very good boy, eats his vegetables, does his homework, and doesn't mess around with the things he knows he shouldn't.
He loves when you read him a story before bed. All about the knights, the princes, the princesses and all those legends about the great seven.
But his favourite will always be the Queen of hearts.
He likes to tell you about her in his baby voice, his eyes shining as he tells you about the women he idolizes.
He still loves tea, though. He will drink milk if you insist, but he still prefers tea.
"Ace! deuce! As soon as I find them it'll be off with their head! But, ah, thank you for taking care of me, prefect."
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Riddle Rosehearts (〃^ー^〃)💕
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#heartslabyul#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts#digital art#my art#artists on tumblr#riddle roseheats fanart#twisted wonderland fanart#riddle is cute
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Nicknames<3 - What the NRC boys call you {part 1}
a/n: This has been in my drafts for tooo long so I've updated it and I’m now posting it.
Warnings: fluff
Pairings: NRC boys x reader
n/n: Nickname
Riddle Roseheats-
Dearest, rose, beloved,{your name}
If you have read some of my writings for Riddle, the first one is a given. I feel like these names are so elegant and loving so how could Riddle not use them.
Trey Clover-
Honey, Darling, {n/n}, {your name}
He gives my husband vibes and so I concluded he given you typically adorable pet names, your name, and nickname.
Cater Diamond-
Babes, baby, honey, sweetie,etc
This man just has a million pet names he throws at you but the ones listed are the most repeated. He loves calling you really sweet names, in a way that’ll match his happy-go-lucky facade, but the names I pointed out are the ones he calls you in those moments of vulnerability that he shows to you.
Ace Trappola-
Babe, dummy(affectionately), idiot(affectionately), {n/n}
As much as he loves you he’s still gonna be a bit of a prick. But when he’s being affectionate, or just not teasing you he typically just calls you ‘babe’
Deuce Spade-
{your name}, {n/n}
Honestly I feel like he would be too flustered to call you anything besides your name and nickname. Sweet baby would be stumbling over his words, flushed in the face(clearly fluster) trying to call you something as simple as “love”. He might get there!! (eventually)
Leona Kingscholar-
Herbivore, darling, mine,{n/n}
The first one is literally no surprise, while darling is what he calls you to tease you. I think ‘mine’ is what he calls you depending on the situation, like if some rando was flirting with you, or waking up to see you in the morning and just all the cuddles.
Ruggie Bucchi-
Doll/dollface, baby, Sunflower, babe, {n/n}
Sometimes he uses these to tease you other times he’s just genuinely trying to get your attention to tell you something. But he loves calling you dollface/doll whenever he teases you, you just get flustered(or not) and adorable, he loves it when you react to him like that.
Jack Howl-
{n/n}, {your name}
I physically cannot imagine him calling you anything else, but when he calls you by your name/nickname it’s mostly affectionately/endearingly.
A/N: others are on their way!!
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Magic in the air!
Character(s) | Heartslabyul & Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi
Type | headcannons
It's winter season! What activities does he do with you?
Heartslabyul
Riddle Roseheats
Ice skating & tree decorating
It's basic but DO IT FOR HIM!!
Really good skater tbh, like the one that's too good to be there
I dont think christmas was a big deal in his childhood
Yeah he'd get presents but just another text book to add to the collection
So decorating the tree...
Is their a specific Idea you had? Like something we could go off of?...No? *sigh..*
If you have those random ornaments that DONT go together, he wouldn't mind honestly
It's kinds like you? Random but in a way that works well
Have matching ornaments? He also wouldn't mind
You've been thrown into a world where you have no clue how you got there or how to get out
But you're still level-headed, he admires that
Put the tree topper on together. Or let him do it
LET HIM EXPERIENCE A GOOD CHRISTMAS, HIS INNER CHILD IS HEALING!!!
Trey Clover
Making gingerbread cookies & gift wraping
What else do you think he would do?? NOT bake 🤨?
Grab the food coloring, you're making the cookies look like both of you
You also make the other dorm members BUT THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM
Throw flour at each other. Yeah you'll get in trouble but it's okay
Don't know how to bake? He's guiding your hands
Gives you the spoon to lick!! If you want too tho!!!
Bro wraps the presents so good like you're too good at this please
Makes you feel a bit bad about re-using gift bags/old gift wrapping paper
Teaches you how to make specific designs with the paper
10/10 make more holiday foods
Cater Diamond
Decorating your room & window shopping
I dont think his roommates would appreciate him decorating their sides of the room...
BUT WE HAVE THE WHOLE OF RAMSHACKLE!!!!
Hes been waiting for this his whole life.
Goes through this like a tornado except shit just appears
Ahahahahaha what noooooo that isn't a mistletoe what are you on about ahahahahahaha get over here.
Shit we ran out of ornaments
Ahahaaha nooo this isn't an excuse to hold you hand what noo he doesn't want his y/n moment nooooo
All of these holiday clothes are so cute like GODDAMN IF ONLY WE HAD MONEY
No you didn't get anymore ornaments
Ace Trappola
Snowball fight & warming up by the fire
Like he's loves you, BUT this is a snowball war. No one is safe.
You're so getting pelted by snowball I don't make the rules
but i meannn if you wanna join his side your welcomed to at any time ahahahahahahahaha
doesnt mean hes not using you as a body shied.
but if you are with him from the very start thats good!! just dont look at all the people that are gonna kill him. please
yeah yeah sureee hes super really sorry that he hit vil in the face mhm yup totallyy
after a few hours you both are FREZZING.
so like hes so kind that hes hugging you to warm you up!
please give him a kith for keeping you warm 🙏
Deuce Spade
Snowball fight & visiting relatives
Look...Ace dragged you both into this you can't get out.
But since you're already there there's no point in stopping… Ace is already not gonna listen
But he does protect you UNLIKE SOMEONE HERE,
His momma wants to meet you and I mean REALLY wants to meet you.
He write home about you alot she pretty much knows you
Knitted sweaters from mama spade. And i mean A LOT
But we love her its ok <3
She makes a big one for the two of you
It feels good right now… here with deuce on the couch.. Drinking hot chocolate resting your head on his shoulder… enjoying each others company
When you wake up mama has your presents
SAY THANK YOU TO MOTHER SPADE !!!
Savanaclaw
Leona Kingscholar
Staying inside & shopping
*sigh* Do we REALLY have to go?
Just stay inside with him, it's cold outside and he's warm with blankets just drift off
Sleep in his arms it's better than ramshackles NO HEATER.
He's WAYYY better than what you have right now anyways
Ugh..the furball can come too since he's shaking up a storm over in the corner..
Shit we forgot christmas shopping
It's fine we’ve got….a good 6 hours before its enough time
The hell is a Jade plant? Whatever jack can figure it out
What's something a person like ruggie wants? Money easy
Things for others? No. you have to do that on your own he is NOT helping you
What? Just cuz he isn't helping you doesnt mean hes not gonna be there with you stupid
Ruggie Bucchi
visting relitives & Snowangels
We’ve got his hometown to visit!!
Yes this is his Nana what about it?
And the other kids!!!
Did we barely make enough for them? Yes. Did we make sure to get good presents for them? Also yes
The kids are like really excited to meet you and the bombarded you with questions
How tall are you? Do you have any pets? What's your credit card number?
The kids also drag you outside to play with them!
OMG WHAAATTTT NOOO YOU'RE GETTING ATTACKED
And omg!!1 you fell!?!?!? If only there was an amazing, handsome, great, and power- you pulled him to the ground.
At Least you're not alone!!
What do you both make look like snow angels? Not so sure myself
But it's a fun day
your face is red. not knowing if it's from the cold or from how much your laughing ruggie is in front of you also laughing. Soon your laughter dies down and you both get up and go to his house. Nana made hot chocolate!
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Ghost Marriage. Episodio 21 “¡Detente ahí mismo!”
***Créditos a Kibadreamsart (traducción inglés) Thank you <3
-Traducción hecha del inglés.
-No compartas o uses sin dar créditos a ambos traductores.
{Aclaro que las correcciones de los episodios se hacen hasta el momento en que se edita el video ^^U. Por favor disfruten}
[Cafetería – Ceremonia de Boda]
Todos
¡Beso! ¡Beso! ¡Beso!
Idia
¡¡DEJEN DE HABLAR!!
Lilia
Solo podemos mover nuestras bocas. No hay nada más que hacer, estamos aburridos.
Eliza
Ah, casi es medianoche… ¡Finalmente, es hora de sellar nuestros votos con un beso!
Una vez que nos besemos Idia y yo podremos estar juntos para siempre en el reino de los muertos.
¡Por fin seré feliz!
Vil
… ¿Esto no está por ponerse realmente peor?
Trey
Sí, pero no hay nada que podamos hacer…
+Bang+
¿¿¿???
¡¡¡DETENGAN AHORA MISMO LA BODA!!!
Deuce
¡Es, esa voz!
Ace
Uf… uf… ¡Lo hicimos!
Idia
¡ACE~~~!
Eliza
Qui, quién demonios eres…
Ah, ¡tienes una marca con forma de corazón en tu cara! ¿¡Eres uno de los intrusos de los que me advirtieron!?
¡No te permitiré estorbar en mi preciosa boca!
Ace
Qué demonios quieres decir con tu preciosa boda. Sólo estuviste por allí haciendo lo que quisiste.
¡¡Pondré este anillo en tu dedo justo ahora y te enviaré a descansar!!
Chubby
¡Aleja tus manos de la princesa!
+Brillo mágico+
Ace
Ash, ¡todavía quedan algunos fantasmas!
Nono
Mi princesa nos ocuparemos de esto.
Jiiya
¡Por favor apresurese y selle sus votos con un beso!
Eliza
¡Lo haré!
+Batalla+
.
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Absolutist's Son, Queen's Devotee (Oofy Riddle Fic)
History is often warped over time as ideals change and people evolve. It’s no different for the Queen of Hearts and her legends of villainy. Only in the Twisted Wonderland her story paints her as the heroine, and poor, impressionable Riddle Rosehearts falls victim to the tyranny of not only his oppressive mother, but a boisterously absurd queen as well.
(Basically an angst fic I wrote on a whim about Riddle discovering that his mom and the Queen of Hearts are both villains terrible inspirations to look up to and how that realization literally shatters him. Oh, and for the sake of making sure he can’t deny it, the reader can make anyone relive memories and potentially alter them? by simply touching the person, so guess what kind of stuff he has to relive? I won’t spoil anything, but it’s oofy)
Warnings: Mentionings of beheading
Now! Enjoy my first fic in weeks!
It was nothing but a mirage. It had to be.
Riddle was hyperventilating, his chest heaving up and down in a sporadic pattern as he absorbed the news. His first instinct was to deny it, was to force those thoughts of corruption out with every inch of his small being, with every fiber of magic his shaking form possessed.
But one couldn’t run from a vision, right? Pulling away did nothing as the images you pressed into his mind like a hot coal into his fist still lingered. How did you-? How dare you taint the Queen of Hearts’ legacy with such fallacies. How dare you challenge his mother’s golden rules, the very rules he tried to enforce in order to benefit Heartslabyul as a whole.
What a laughable lie all of your conjurings were. It was the cruelest slap to the face as he pushed you off of him, his shoulders tensing as he backed up, almost hugging himself. But you just reached out once more. And Riddle, his arms crossed over his chest defensively, couldn’t move fast enough to slap your hand away.
“STOP IT!” He screamed. “UNHAND ME!”
But he was quickly lost to his thoughts, a blank expression dawning on him as his eyes stared at nothing in particular, mercury orbs wide in disbelief.
A small, youthful redhead sat on a lonesome bench in a private garden. The boy was awaiting his new instructor’s arrival whenever a small rodent caught his eye. It was the most adorable creature the boy had ever seen. It was a pale cream color, small and petite with little spines poking from its back. Its curious, pink nose scrunched itself up multiple times as it sniffed the ground. It wasn’t long before it was sniffing the young boy’s gloved hand, ultimately deciding whether to name him friend or foe.
After the critter gave the boy a thorough security check, it allowed the redhead to gently pet its head with two fingers. Minutes ticked on until the spiny rodent allowed itself into the boy’s palms, pink nose now smelling a smiling face. Joyous, childlike laughter bubbled from the usually serious boy. It was so free, so pure in its form that you’d mistake him for any old kid with a thing for dressing up perhaps.
But no, this boy was Riddle Rosehearts, son of a famous, stern healer, sharing a moment of joy with a wild woodland hedgehog. The two made quite the duo, both short in stature yet fierce in appearance with either spikes or a menacing glare to keep them safe. Anyone would’ve mistaken the two as friends; boy and boy’s best friend. However, Mrs. Rosehearts wasn’t anyone, and she wouldn’t allow her prestigious son to mingle with vermin such as this primitive hog.
“Riddle, put that rodent down!” She commanded as she approached him. “I’m glad you wore your gloves today. There’s no telling how many diseases that thing has.”
The young boy hastily set the critter back on the grassy ground, the light-furred animal scampering under the bench and behind Riddle’s foot as if the boy was capable of protecting it from the intimidating woman. He couldn’t even bargain with his mother for the chance to have a real strawberry tart on his birthday, let alone secure the life of a defenseless hedgehog.
“Sorry mother,” the boy would’ve muttered had the woman not pounded it into his head to speak clearly if he was going to speak at all. “Where’s my tutor?”
It was an honest question, one he thought was reasonable to ask whenever he was busier than any kid in town. It often felt impossible to remember everything and yet his mother just scoffed at his question as if he should already know the answer.
“We changed locations for your lesson,” she crossed her arms in annoyance. “I believe I told you during yesterday’s tea time, but I had a hunch you’d forget.”
Of course Riddle thought. How could he be so forgetful when she even reminded him?
“Well hurry along now,” she tapped her foot impatiently as Riddle left with thin grace. He was so close to running, to sprinting just so he wouldn’t be any more tardy than he already was, but his mom would chastise him for that. He opted instead for speed walking, a heartfelt apology already forming in his mind to recite to the unlucky tutor. He knew people didn’t like their time being wasted and to do this in his first meeting with this particular teacher was unthinkable. He almost didn’t hear his mother’s last words as he sped off, but unfortunately he was conditioned to tune into her beguiling voice.
“Please be more mindful next time, Riddle,” her tone was more bitter than she liked her tea and it didn’t take much imagination to guess the expression she wore either. “You’re on a strict schedule for a reason. Remember that.”
Then she did something Riddle hadn’t heard her do in a long time. She chuckled.
“If you can remember, that is.”
Riddle picked up his pace without looking back.
“Riddle!”
His mother’s distraught cries rang through the corridors as he dashed down them one by one. He checked each room, his hands clumsily fumbling with the knobs far too long for his liking. He was panting, short huffs of breath rippling through his small form as he tried not to trip over his heeled shoes with each panicked stride.
“Riddle! Please!”
Another shriek. Riddle swore he heard a heavy sound trail his mother’s call, the thick, harsh reverb of it sending shudders through his already shaking body. When would he find her? When would he save her like the dutiful son he was meant to be? She always told him to be on schedule. Was this what she meant? Did her job as a healer leave her with such a tight grasp of time and its passing that she wanted to transmit that trait to her son too?
“Son,” his mom wept, a crack in her usually smooth, authoritative tone creaking from her throat somewhere nearby. Riddle stopped dead in his tracks, the satisfying click of his heels dying with his momentum as he strained to hear anything over the throbbing of his own heart. It was silent again before he heard the precise cling of metal. That sound was followed by a burly chopping sound, the greedy blow of an axe striking its target as his mother’s sobs were abruptly cut with a gasp.
Riddle felt the material of his gloves as his clammy hands clenched into fists. He felt an unquenchable fire bubble inside of him, but for the first time in years he couldn’t express it with his voice. Did all that time biting his tongue for his mother really leave him speechless during her death? Was yelling rendered pointless whenever he was so shaken to his core he was unsure his vocal cords would ever function the same way again?
His legs wobbled before his knees buckled, not allowing him to collapse or to take another step further. He was in the middle ground, so close to being able to escape while also being entirely numb. If he should run from whoever murdered his mother, he was left defenseless by shock, fear, guilt and shame. That desire to rescue her was now unachievable, so he surrendered, shutting his eyes tightly and awaiting the worst in his defeat.
Eternal seconds passed as tears trickled down his pale cheeks. Then he felt what he was waiting for; a clap on the shoulder. Wait, a clap on the shoulder? He almost jolted, but his frozen legs and body wouldn’t let him complete the action properly. Instead he almost fell over. He struggled to turn around and catch himself without face planting into the tiles, but he managed it, seeing his mom in perfect health, not a drop of blood in sight of her commanding presence.
He had believed that presence was shattered. He had been so sure that the only parent he was ever devoted to had fallen and he had failed to intervene. He had failed to protect her, he had failed her as her son. And for a moment he was content dying that way by the same husky axe he was convinced someone stained on her flesh, her blood sputtering over an elite uniform well-known and revered across the world as the hope she inspired did nothing to save her in the end. He was ready to die a failing coward who’s magic was advanced for his age but deficient when it truly mattered. He was ready to be beheaded like the Queen of Hearts herself, like he was certain his mom had been.
He was ready for that legacy, not one of crying before his mom as he stuttered out broken apology after broken apology for not reaching her in time, longing for her to tell him sorry for deceiving him in such a harsh manner. To tell him that for once she was the mistaken one. But that moment never came. Only lectures followed as he sobbed for his mommy, a mommy who would never comfort or console him. A mommy who only existed in the depths of his imagination, someone he had to force into his mind to even gain the willpower to sprint down these halls as he searched for that proud, loving figure.
But his actual mom was not that loving figure. There was a reason she chose to test him this way, and there was also a reason behind the oppressive axe as her method of execution. There was a reason he was seconds late to her calculated demise and a reason he thought he had to die the same horrible death. The same death as the Queen of Hearts.
Not her too.
There were flashes of a short figure sitting on a throne; glimpses of a wide, cruel smile as soldier after soldier was sent to the guillotine. Memory after memory cycled of someone royal and absolute going over daily tasks Riddle had grown so accustomed to. Directing people to paint the roses, hosting Unbirthday parties and kicking out the guests unfit to reside at such a refined event. Only this time unruly subjects were given a harsher punishment than simple banishment. They were disposed of to make sure the same mistakes weren’t repeated down the line. But no one was to mourn in the Queen’s court, only obey the current rule set which offered no times for heartbroken liegemen.
For countless years their activities were outlined for them, their stories pre-written until someone new and daring appeared in Wonderland. A fair lady named Alice, always depicted as malicious and mischievous for disregarding the absurd rules of such an exotic queen. However, now the Queen’s destiny was chosen, her agenda hand-picked by those she once ruled. She was the one being dragged to her untimely end by the very subjects who should obey her. Only it wasn’t the Queen’s turn to atone.
It was Riddle’s.
“MAKE IT STOP!” Riddle sounded increasingly desperate as he pushed you away once more. He was about to see himself die like the Queen he so virtuously admired. He would pay for all of her unjust punishments. He was left with his neck stretched across the bloodied plank of the guillotine, a sharpened blade raised high above his head ready to fall and end it all with one swipe. Or maybe it wasn’t sharpened. Maybe they wanted to see him suffer that much. Maybe those peasants wanted to see the Queen suffer that much as she shouted her last command to an audience now deaf to her cries.
Riddle was gasping at the intake of knowledge. The tales always ended with the loyal subjects corrupted by a filthy miscreant named Alice. Why did she resemble you so much in this vision? You weren’t anything like her. You had no intention to harm Riddle or to taint the Queen’s name. So why were your graceful eyes looking upon him with such stinging pity? Why was your touch causing grandeur delusions beyond his control to prance along his brain like bunnies on a time crunch? And why did it all feel so real when the storybooks never lied to him before? Was this dorm, the Queen he held on such a high pedestal, really horrible enough that all it took was someone sweet like you to talk to the lowly peasants and humble nobles to overthrow her? To overthrow Riddle himself?
He swallowed hard as his skull ached, his shoulder blades burning as he backed himself farther into the thick wall behind him. You made no move to touch him, having realized he had seen enough to understand your purpose and the lie he’s been living. Even so, there was so much frantic confusion in each detailed memory that he craved for you to explain.
“Why?” He croaked as he stared you down fearfully. “Why did you show me that?”
“Because you were living a lie,” you spoke soothingly, but it did nothing to ease the panic in his eyes. “You deserve to know the truth about those you look up to.”
“Y-you don’t understand,” his lip trembled. “I’ve made myself to be like them in every way. When I was overwhelmed trying to abide by my mom’s rules, I’d turn to the Queen of Hearts because her rules were simple. I could follow them. I was always right by her standards. But if she was wrong all along and so was my mother then… what does that make me?”
You were unsure of how to respond. It wasn’t your intention to leave the boy’s ideals crumbling with the realization that his top role models weren’t deserving of such an incredible, dedicated follower. You wanted him to see that he didn’t need them anymore, but whenever everything he built his seventeen years of life upon could be linked back to his mother or the Queen of Hearts, you realized telling him might have been more detrimental to his health than anything else. And your silence to his question only further engrained this inferiority into his collapsing psyche.
“I’m just as horrible, aren’t I?” He whispered loathingly.
Once again you were silent.
“ANSWER ME!” He shouted, tiny fists bawled in an attempt to deny their shaking. If only he knew that his entire body was quivering as he seethed, every ounce of showcased hostility suddenly evaporating as he backed into the wall again, almost cowering away as he became aware of his sudden lash out.
The trauma you unveiled, the bittersweet fairytale you wanted to share the true nature of despite Riddle’s solid belief in the tale he’s always been told, it was incomprehensible for someone so faithful. But what were you to do when your idea of showing him the grim reality wasn’t associated with the potential need to reassure such a fragmented boy of his own personal good deeds?
“If you have nothing else to say,” he straightened his posture and hardened his expression, though the anxiety in his frame was still evident. “I’d appreciate it if you left.”
“But-”
“Don’t. Just return to your dorm,” he more so pleaded than commanded. “Please.”
So you left him to his feelings like he asked you to. It was a mercy you stayed quiet if you truly viewed him as suffocating as those he idolized for their severe disciplines and the success that seeped like bitter sap from following such intensive mandates. He didn’t want to know the truth behind your maze-like emotions for him just as he didn’t care to uncover the honest goals of those he strived to imitate when he thought he already knew and lived by them anyway. But if everything he was boiled down to the distorted perception of a nonsensical empress and an imperious, overbearing mother, then what original shards of himself could he rely upon for revision of his old ways? How could he become more than a Queen’s foolish prophet or the successor of an illustrious healer?
Most importantly, where did their wicked influences end and his own sense of identity begin?
If you enjoyed this, maybe I can write more following this realization of Riddle’s? I’ve also been told I write Riddle and his mom’s relationship really well so be prepared for more oofs involving that whole mess I’ll gladly accept headcanons you’d like to see play out between them. I’m here for your angsty needs, by all means ask away
#twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#twst riddle#queen of hearts#heartslabyul#twst angst#twst fic#fanfic#riddle's mom#miss rosehearts#mrs roseheats#mama rosehearts#second person fic#golly it's been awhile since I posted anything original#but prepare for a double whammy cuz it's kalim's bday!
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Hello, @lanshappycorner! I'm your Secret Santa for the exchange event organized by @twstsecretsanta! (It won't let me tag the page for some reason, oof.)
I did a Deuce-focused fic set in a slightly fantasy setting with Ace and Riddle as the other main characters! It's the first time that I wrote Deuce as the main focus but it really made me appreciate what a good boy he is! Hope that you like it, and Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to you! 🎄
When the horse rose back on its hind legs, Deuce had the sudden and definite feeling that he might die. Or maybe suspicion was the better term. He certainly knew that if the hooves connected to his skull, he wouldn’t have to just decide which term might be the best used in this context, but it would also mean he most likely wouldn’t be able to decide anything at all. Because he would be dead. And that was a problem.
“Spade!”
He heard someone shout from far away, though he couldn’t make out the voice at all, except that it was familiar and strict and most likely heading towards him. There was always somebody yelling and heading towards him so they could fix whatever it was he had broken that time. It was useless to tell them that he didn’t mean to do it. He was just new and still learning and they couldn’t expect him to excel at everything from the start. They never seemed to get the memo.
Deuce managed to duck out of the way, flinging his body to the side, tripping over a stack of hay and ending up falling back into the trough they kept outside. It was full of water for the horses, drawn from the well inside the estate garden. It splashed all over his clothes and face and soaked him to the bone. He coughed. The horse was neighing, stomping the ground with its hooves, a great cloud of dust rising in its wake. It completely enveloped him, until his eyes had started to sting and he hoped that whoever it was that had finally come to tame the horse was not Sir Rosehearts.
“Spade, just what in the heavens are you doing now?”
No such luck.
Instead of answering, Deuce coughed again. The horse was silent now, nuzzling its face in its master’s palm. He couldn’t be sure. The dust had not yet cleared, even though he kept splashing his face with cold water from the trough. His teeth were chattering too fast for him to even respond by then anyway. And if he had it his way, he would have been out of here before he had the misfortune of being spotted. But now that he was, and in such an embarrassing situation, there was no other choice but to sit and endure the lecture that was about to come.
It wasn’t that he disliked Sir Rosehearts. Quite the opposite. Among all the knights and chevaliers in the Rose Kingdom, he was the most prestigious on account of not only his name but his deeds as well. This was not all that unusual one might argue. Meritocracy was the basis on which all knights in the kingdom could advance from the mere position of a page to somebody who could rent or buy their own equipment and horse. Not to mention the monetary gains that would be had from being paid a stipend by their Majesty every month as a symbol of trust and gratitude. The custom had its roots in the war culture that sprung up after the great battle at Haddock’s Eyes five years ago, where Sir Roseheats had ridden in on a horse as white as snow, brandishing a sword and turned the tide just when it was about to lead down the path of destruction. He had been barely knighted two years ago, still fresh-faced and young and most of the rumours had been about his mother’s wealth and lineage buying him a spot among the nobles. He came from commoners, that’s what they used to sneer in pubs and marketplaces, under the guise of alcohol and handkerchiefs that barely covered the stench of their mouths. The older nobles, the blue bloods who dined on pheasant and kicked up their boots on tables when they leaned back in their chairs, couldn’t stand him at all.
Sir Rosehearts, the boy, the twerp - that’s what they used to call him during those meetings. They’d gather in his mother’s pub late at night and drink and eat until Deuce thought they would burst at the seams, throwing bile all over the walls, and whatever rotten things remained in them. They’d sing songs and gossip loudly then yell at him if he stared for too long or talked out of turn. He was just the innkeeper’s boy - what right did he have to stand beside them in his manure covered boots, with dirty hands? His mother told him to ignore them. She would tell him that they needed water or an egg or anything to get him out of there before the fury in his heart made him grab the back of a chair and swing it at their fat, puffy heads until they fell on the floor. He would frown and tell her that he wouldn’t do that - though he knew his hands were twitching, and he knew his temper was short - and then put on his coat, because it was winter, and walk all the way to the back of the coop where he would stay under the barren chestnut tree and let the snow gather atop his head until he was calm.
He hadn’t known Sir Roseheart back then. He was only twelve, with a runny nose, and a lithe step, living with his mother in the poorer side of town where if you stayed out too late you might never be seen again at all. It was the sort of place where people were born to die among the filth and lost dreams, just so a merchant could steal their boots and sell them at triple the price to somebody else. Even his mother had such a pair of shoes. It was inevitable, though not that tragic. Tragedy had only entered Deuce’s vocabulary that much later and by that time he was already trailing after Sir Rosehearts in the nicer part of town, standing by his side and soaking in any morsel of information and praise he was willing to impart on him.
Knights generally came from established families. They did not come from the slums, but only visited occasionally to remind the peasants that their shoes and clothes looked so much nicer than theirs. It was the way things worked. Except for Sir Rosehearts, who upon entering their little pub had bowed to his mother and wiped his shoes at the entrance so he would not drag mud inside. Then other things had happened - mostly to do with politics that he was still too young to understand at fourteen - but what stood out to Deuce was still the way he cleaned his shoes before setting foot inside. Not even he did that, though he started too after, for no other reason than he thought he should. His mother had been baffled, but to him, it all made perfect sense. So when Sir Rosehearts left astride his horse - his small stature compared to the size of the beast making for a comical image according to the patrons at the pub - he told his mother with as much seriousness that he could muster at his age that he wanted to be a knight too.
“Spade,” Sir Rosehearts said as he turned towards. Deuce blinked a couple of times before he clearly came into focus, his brows furrowed. “You have to be more careful with the horses. Have I not told you this before? They spook easily and dislike jumpy riders. Especially Hatta.” The horse gave out a neigh as if to confirm it.
“I’m really sorry, sire.” He found it strange to hear his voice sounding so polite and calm. Had it been anyone else he knew he would have already threatened to teach them a lesson. But with Sir Rosehearts, that sounded almost preposterous - the fantasy of the living hero was still embedded strongly into him, so things had to be measured and counted in order to make sense of his own expectations and fantasies.
Sir Roseheart merely sighed, gathering Hatta’s reins in one hand. “Spade, I had taken you in because I saw potential in you, but you cannot simply coast on talent alone. You need to apply yourself, do you understand?”
He nodded. The autumn wind felt chilly against his skin, but it was better than the shame that travelled through his entire body at that moment. It was the parental tone that did it, he realized. The fact that he sounded so genuine in his concern when barely anybody else would.
“I understand, sire.”
“Very well,” Sir Rosehearts said. “Then I’ll put you in charge of looking after the horses starting from today. You’ll feed them, clean them and make sure they stay in good health. It is ordinary work for a page like you and it should help you get along with the horses better as well. If you encounter any problems let the master know and he will tend to your queries.” Deuce nodded again. “Good. However, first do make sure to change your clothes. I don’t want you catching your death out here in this weather.”
Deuce nodded and made his way towards the house. Manor houses, he later found out, had only come into the fashion of building on-site servant rooms quite late in the century, so the building that Sir Rosehearts had been given over as a reward for his military deeds was the type who lacked such a space. The servants, the few that there were, lived mostly in little cottages away from the main residence so it caused a bit of hubbub when they all presented for duty during the early hours of the morning. From his window on the ground floor, Deuce could hear the loud, gossiping voices of the younger maids and the distinct, matronal tone of the housekeeper as she chided them for failing to keep the buckets straight and spilling the milk on the pathway. They just laughed in return, and probably elbowed each other as he often saw them do, before the sound faded away. He usually woke up straight after that. It seemed to him that the world only began if he heard them from his window.
When he first got to the house - a year or so after Sir Rosehearts first stepped foot in their little inn - he thought he would be made to sleep into one of those little cottages as well. He wasn’t sure what the position of pages was, but it didn’t seem to matter to the master of the house either, so he was instead guided to one of the rooms on the ground floor in the eastern part of the house, which was much bigger than the upstairs room he lived in alongside his mother and grandmother. Even now, walking inside the room still left him gawking though he’s been here for more than a few months already. One of the girls had received word in advance and prepared a tub full of water for him, which smelled of lavender. It made him think of the country fields that he often visited as a child. The warmth did his bones some good, and as he submerged himself in it, he tried to forget the disaster that he faced today - which was not done easily because it was not the first of its kind.
Deuce wasn’t sure what was the problem. He’d always been a quick learner and sure-footed - maybe a little bit too clever his grandmother would say - and though reading and writing still came hard to him, he thought he might excel in all manners of physical tasks. That proved to be not so easy in the end. Not because he lacked prowess or anything of the sort, but rather that Sir Rosehearts expected a certain grace that he simply could not replicate, regardless of how many times he was scolded. He could not put the tea set on the table the same way he would at his mother’s inn - he had to be careful so the porcelain wouldn’t chip, though how that could even be possible was a mystery in itself. The cups here seemed to fall over if barely a little breeze would blow this way. Surely, Deuce couldn’t be expected to perform miracles.
Except he was and would still be. Sighing, he wrapped the towel around himself as he exited the tub, bringing puddles of water all over the floor. He’d have to clean that up before Sir Rosehearts heard about it from one of the maids. Besides the porcelain cup obsession, he was also attached to cleanliness as well. And that was more troublesome because to Deuce a level of cleanliness meant something completely different than Sir Rosehearts had in mind. First, his involved muddy shoes in stables or outside which was something that he was scolded for the first time he was caught. Cleaning his shoes had taken him an hour, and then there were the ones of the gardener and cook, not to mention the horse master and the stable boy - everybody in this house seemed to have dirty shoes all of a sudden. And yet he was the only one made to clean them until they shone and sparkled like looking glass.
Second, there was the issue of his plates and especially table manners - Sir Rosehearts did not allow them to touch the surface with the knife or scratch it in any way so Deuce often found dinners to be quite stressful since cutting up meat was akin to peeling off the skin. A thoroughly unappealing affair that left nobody content at all - Sir Rosehearts because it took Deuce twice the amount of time to finish his dinner, so his schedule was thrown off, and Deuce because by the time he was halfway through the steak it had already gone cold.
He shivered as he quickly donned on his shirt and vest, then sat on the bed to lace his boots. The heating in this part of the house was still quite shaky, so during the day they didn’t bother keeping the fire lit, which was fine during the summer and spring, but left him shivering down to his bones during autumn and winter. Still, he argued with himself, it was a small price to pay when it came to it all. After all, he did not come here to laze around in bed all day or find excuses to rush off to town on his own.
“Heard you took a bath with the horses today,” a voice from the doorway said. When he looked up, it was no one else but Ace wearing the same coat he had on when he rushed off to town this morning with the letter. Smirking, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, a sign that made Deuce’s shoulders tense. “Isn’t it a little too cold for stuff like that?”
“It wasn’t on purpose!” He managed to tie the final knots, standing up as he reached for his coat. “And how did you even learn about this? Weren’t you off in town?”
“The maids told me,” Ace replied. “They said you looked like a wet puppy. A sad wet puppy.”
“Shut up!”
“What? You think barking will intimidate me or something?” Looking behind him, Ace lowered his voice, barely above a whisper as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. “Though maybe you should keep it down for now, since it looks like your owner is here.”
“Wha-”
“Trappola, Spade,” Sir Rosehearts greeted them. Ace moved to the other side of the door, saluted and started searching inside the inner pocket of his coat as the smaller man appeared in view. He was still wearing the riding outfit from this morning, though the white pants and shirt were slightly smudged, and he smelled of manure as he often did after. “It looks like you two are getting along as usual.”
Deuce bit his tongue. His fingers struggled to tie his cravat, missing the fabric every time and he silently cursed to himself. Sir Rosehearts’ gaze was intimidating enough already, he did not need to be reminded of its weight, especially not with Ace around. Posh kids from established families made for very brutal judges, it turned out, and Ace almost seemed to take perverse pleasure in witnessing his foibles. Whether it was his ego getting stroked thanks to his increasingly favourable image before their master, or just the fact that the poor boy from the slums was getting humbled so easily, whenever there was cause for Ace to be involved in his humiliation he certainly did not pass up on it.
It couldn’t be this hard to tie a cravat, could it? Deuce was sure he must have done it before, somehow, and it really couldn’t have been this hard. The knot seemed gigantic, overly flimsy and too small at the same time, and Sir Rosehearts must have been staring for too many seconds already.
“Spade, are you-”
“A-ha!” From his inner pocket Ace produced a letter, small, white and with a familiar house seal on the front. One that had been corresponding with their lord for quite a while now, and which seemed to have born fruit to splendid opportunities from the way Sir Rosehearts scanned the pages and let out an appreciative hum.
Leaning forward, Ace tried to sneak a glance. “Pretty good news, huh?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Sir Rosehearts folded the letter neatly and stuck it in his front pocket, where it peeked with one of its corners. “And the rest of the materials that I’ve required from you?”
“All taken care of!”
“The shipping?”
Ace cracked his knuckles, flashing him a grin. “Was a bit of work, but finally convinced some of the guys to make an exception for the occasion. Flashed your name around a bit and they immediately started singing to a different tune.”
Sir Rosehearts regarded him briefly, then turned towards Deuce. “Today I will require your presence for something else,” he said. Glancing at his cravat he motioned for him to come closer, and deftly started to help him with the knot. Deuce inhaled sharply as he spotted Ace’s mocking grin from the corner of his eye, and focused instead on the steady gaze of his mentor. “You might not be aware of it, but a delegation will arrive shortly to visit the country. They’re foreigners from a place called the Valley of Thorns, quite remote and secluded. They do not see many humans, so it is imperative that we leave a good impression on them. Is that clear?”
Deuce nodded, then almost recoiled when his chin brushed against the top of Sir Rosehearts’ hands, though the man did not seem to notice anything at all. “Good, then I expect you to be obedient today and keep in line with Trappola. Understood?”
“Yes,” he replied automatically. Then, after a pause, he added, “Uh, what exactly are we going to do today, if I may ask?”
Sir Rosehearts patted his shoulders, in rapid, short movement, as if he was wiping lint or dust off his clothes. The cravat he had tied for him was a little bit too tight, pressing right against his throat and Deuce couldn’t wait until he was left alone so he could loosen it a little, and have more breathing space. He watched as Sir Rosehearts took a step back and regarded him, from head to toe, like he was trying to measure him or something. Then finally nodding, he turned on his heels, with Ace close behind and made for the large dining room, that they were not supposed to go in without his permission. Deuce almost stumbled as he tried his best to keep up, then inhaled again as the knot pressed against his skin. Sir Rosehearts did not look back to check on him, though he did not have to. They both knew that he would follow.
“I will make sure to teach you how to dance, of course. We would not want you to embarrass yourself now, would we?”
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The dining room was the largest room in the house. It was frequently used for all sorts of diplomatic dinners, or large meetings during which they served champagne out of those glasses Sir Rosehearts had them wash by hand every month. They were long-legged and dainty, making a clinking sound that reminded him of wind chimes every time he reached in the basin to retrieve them. And when held in the right light they would sparkle prettily. Not even at home did they have anything resembling such glasses. Ace complained that this was servants’ work and he, as a noble, shouldn’t be made to do things like that, but though he whined about it in front of Deuce all the time, he never said a peep of it to Sir Rosehearts. He just didn’t have the guts for something like that. That was Ace’s problem.
That and the way he did not seem to understand that even though he was from a noble family, it did not give him the right to throw his weight around, or try and pull rank over Deuce. Under Sir Rosehearts they were equal, on the same footing, not to be compared to each other.
“I’ll lead,” Ace said, straightening his vest and taking off his riding gloves. Or glove. Among the nobility he’d seen so far, Deuce was certain that Ace was one of the more eccentric ones. “And you’ll be the follow. Got it?”
Deuce paused, fiddling with his cravat, a frown on his face. “Don’t just decide stuff on your own.”
“What? You got a problem with that?” Ace asked.
“I do. Why do I have to be the follow? Why can’t you be the follow, and I’ll lead?”
“‘Cause you don’t even know how to dance, you idiot!”
“Hey! Who do you think you are to call me an idiot?”
Ace smirked. Leaning against the table that they pushed against the wall, he regarded him with a look that he could only describe as arrogance. “If it walks like a duck, and it dances like a duck-”
“Silence!” Sir Rosehearts’ voice cut through like steel. It seemed to whip against their spines, and straighten them both, so they looked like perfect soldiers, waiting for their orders. Even Ace’s dumb smirk was replaced by a serious, stern expression, though Deuce’s eye was then caught by the shorter approaching figure whose steps echoed in the room. “We don’t have time for your squabbling today, so make sure I don’t catch you doing it again. Understood?”
They nodded in unison as always. Stepping in front of him, Sir Rosehearts seemed to measure him again from head to toe, a calculating look in his eye. “Putting you two together would just end in a disaster, I’m certain. You always seem to get in trouble. And for this event, I can’t afford you to make any mistakes.” He offered a hand, still gloved, and Deuce blinked. Frozen on the spot like that, there was nothing else he could think of doing. “Not to mention, that while Ace is a more proficient dancer than you, it still does not make him suitable for teaching. He’s too brash.” Biting the inside of his cheek, Deuce did his best to look like he wasn’t enjoying the rather baffled expression on his rival’s face. “That’s why I’ll be teaching you how to dance myself.”
Deuce coughed. “I’m sorry?”
“Yes?” Sir Rosehearts asked. He motioned for Ace to set the gramophone in place, just moving the needle a little to the right and orchestral music started to fill the room.
“Uh, you said that you would teach me,” he swallowed, throat already tight. “You would teach me how to dance?”
“I did. Is there a problem?”
“No, uh,” Deuce muttered. “It’s just that I’m not very good at it, so I, uh, might step on your toes.”
Sir Rosehearts blinked. Removing his jacket, he put it down on the back of a nearby chair, making sure to smooth it over so it wouldn’t crease. Ace had settled on another chair, next to the gramophone, arms and legs crossed, looking too much at ease in that position. “That is normal. It is all part of the learning process, after all.”
“Uh, I’ve never danced before.”
“You will start now,” Sir Rosehearts said, and reached out with his hand. “When you ask somebody to dance, first you must do it with a bow.” He leaned over slightly, keeping his back straight and hand still reaching. Deuce thought that if he ever had to do that, he certainly wouldn’t ever look as dashing as Sir Rosehearts did. “Do you understand?”
“Uh, yes?”
“Then show me.”
He kept his back straight, leaning over slightly and holding out his hand in what he hoped would be construed as polite behaviour. Sir Rosehearts grunted, a tinge of approval in his voice and Deuce’s heart stopped pounding. “It shall do for now. Very well. The next part, is when your offer is accepted, and your partner shall take you by the hand,” - the grasp was firm but gentle, holding his hand just slightly as Deuce sat up straight - “and you rest your hand on their waist. Are you following me?”
“Yes!” He had never held his mentor’s waist before and found the experience stranger than he could ever describe. Though, then again, he had not held anybody’s waist before. Dances in the slums did not amount to anything like this, but rather were chaotic gatherings where everybody would hold hands and spin in circles until the soles of their feet hurt, or their hands had become too clammy to hold onto another person’s. Luckily, they were wearing gloves so Sir Rosehearts couldn’t tell just how much he was sweating behind his collar as they stood in the middle of the room.
“Should the lead look so stiff when holding the follow?” Ace joined in mirthfully from the side. The music had started playing, so his voice had a slight rhythm to it that shouldn’t have been there otherwise.
Sir Rosehearts sighed and to Deuce that sounded like a horrible admonishment. “No. Indeed, he ought not to look like that at all. Spade, please relax your shoulders.”
“Sorry.”
His position stayed the same, his muscles too tense to let up, and that did not seem to please his mentor. “Spade, did you not hear me? I asked you to relax your shoulders. You look ready to faint.”
And he really was ready to do just that. “I’m sorry, I just- I’m really not used to any of this at all.”
Sir Rosehearts regarded him wearily, grey eyes looking through him, seemingly as if he could tell. And Deuce was certain that he could. There was just something about Sir Rosehearts that looked as if he was grander than life, grander than anything his imagination could muster, and grander than his whole existence could ever amount to. And perhaps that was what scared him the most. This knowledge that greatness existed and yet felt so far away from him still. He could shadow him all his life, learn all the moves, know all the lines and in the end, it would not matter.
He’d still stay a kid from the slums.
“That is alright,” Sir Rosehearts said. With his left leg, he took a step forward, forcing Deuce to relent his place, his right moving independently of him. It was almost like clockwork as they repeated the motions, Sir Rosehearts taking steps backwards and forwards and almost spinning him around without even taking the lead. “We all start somewhere. I, myself, took quite a while to get used to this sort of rhythm.”
“You did?” Deuce asked, then flustered quickly added a ‘sire’ at the end. They continued to spin in circles, their footwork light and seamless.
“I was not born into wealth, Spade. My knightship was an unexpected result that surprised even me. So I had to adapt, and that required me to learn skills that I never thought of having before.”
“Like dancing?”
Sir Roseheart smiled. Leaning to the left, he guided Deuce into a small dip, and a spin. “Yes, like dancing. And proper dining. And what the proper salutations for a foreign state dignitary ought to be.”
“Those are really tricky,” Ace added from his seat. Sir Rosehearts shot him a glance, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to guide Deuce on the floor until the motions became almost second nature to him. Dancing had become a rather appealing notion, as Deuce saw his feet move with a grace he had not been aware he had possessed. Emboldened by the sight, he pulled Sir Rosehearts closer and took a step forward, until the smaller man had to lean back surprised by his sudden change in attitude. Even Ace had let out a whistle at that. “Not bad!”
“Indeed,” he agreed. Deuce couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “You seem to learn quite fast, if you’re able to gather so much through so little, Spade.”
“No,” Deuce muttered. “It’s all thanks to you, sire!”
And it was. When Sir Rosehearts had appeared before him, all those years back, and made him think he ought to become a knight, Deuce had been seized by an inexplicable surge of ambition to fulfil that notion. He claimed it was because of his mother. Because of his grandmother. Because of the slums that made life hard and dreams matter very little, so they always laughed at you whenever you dared to glance up at the sky. He thought it would all just be a show of resilience on his part, and he never expected things to be easy, though they were more than tough and way too often.
And nothing seemed to help him cope, or reason his presence, except that in this moment, where the music was still playing, and his feet were still moving and his heart still beating he realize that the ideal he was chasing after was quite human. Sir Rosehearts made him bow at the end, just as the music was ending, and his back was a straight line because he knew that it would make him happy.
Slow clapping was heard from the side. Still sitting leg over leg, Ace shot him a smirk as Deuce glanced at him. “Well, guess you weren’t that bad. Might make a dancer out of you, after all. Right, Sir Rosehearts?”
“That’s quite true, Trappola.” Sir Rosehearts fixed his gloves, eyes focusing on the creases in his shirt. “And I’m glad that you agree.”
“Of course.”
“Excellent, because then I’m certain that you would not be opposed to practising a little with Spade as his follow.”
It took everything in his power not to laugh at Ace’s bewildered face, then the grumble that erupted, followed by a glare. Deuce bowed slightly before him, hiding the smirk that made its way on his face, keeping his back straight. Ace could snicker and laugh all he wanted. It did not matter to Deuce at all anymore, because he would catch up to him eventually, and Sir Rosehearts would see him and be proud of the knight he had raised under his roof, where the ceilings might as well have been the night sky and its shooting stars.
“It would be my pleasure to have you share a dance with me, Ace.”
#twisted wonderland#twist#twisute#deuce spade#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#twstsecretsanta#heartslaybyul#twst deuce#twst ace#twst riddle#knight au#gift fic
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Hello! May a I order Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim and Vil where each one deals with the type of girl that would bring them, how they met her, how they managed to get closer to her and how their relationship began? May it be in a headcannon form? Thank you!
❞ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭.. ❝
➻ content: four smoothies! two served for now!
➻ warnings: uwu
➻ comments: i assumed these are like boyfriend headcanons and geeeh leona and vil in one request...and it’s lengthy too... hooking one reference setting again in one of these. wink, it's from one of the masquerade meals i made~
i'll be cutting these into two parts since it's going to be very long. vil and azul will be posted later! i had to remove kalim since tumblr was starting to glitch the longer it got and i didn't want to cut it into more than two parts. sorry kalim!
part two involving vil and azul
Ⅰ.
...♔ I Met You...
➺ we all want to assume that you’re one of riddle’s childhood friends who snuck him out with trey and chenya or you met in night raven college. but no, you met him when you were being scolded by his mother.
➺ yes, you were being scolded by his mother.
➺ it happened one afternoon when you were playing ball with your friends and it flew over to his yard. you, being an oblivious ten-year-old, entered the private property through the fence and was just about to pick up the ball when one of the maids saw you and called after the mrs. rosehearts.
➺ when you were shamefully being scolded by her, riddle was curious about all the yelling going on outside that he took a peak from his study room window and saw you. tears were already dripping from your eyes as you hugged the ball to your chest.
➺ ah, the concern on riddle's face. sure, it isn't a surprise that his mother is being feared and highly respected by other people but you didn't have to experience something as cruel as being yelled at.
➺ he doesn't know the reason why but he surely did think you were stupid enough not to know you're trespassing.
➺ that was the first time he saw you. he never thought he would see you again. however, fate decided to play a little game and decided to make both of you meet again two years later.
➺ by the time he's thirteen and you're twelve, your dog somehow ran into the open gates of his home and started barking in his yard. you remembered the home to be the place of the rosehearts so you were a bit troubled when you couldn't find a way for your dog to come back.
➺ he saw you from the window again, this time he was the one who ran out to the yard, took the dog, and gave it to you saying, "first the ball and then your dog?" he questioned while you furrowed your eyebrows in surprise. was he the son of mrs. rosehearts?
➺ you changed a bit during those two years and riddle must admit, he was intrigued by you. maybe it was because he barely had any friends and he did miss the presence of both chenya and trey. having a girl friend is something he never had and would like to have one.
➺ you introduced each other by the gates. mainly because riddle was taught to be formal and greet first before spiking up a conversation. the dog was back in your arms and you would've lied if you said you didn't notice anything peculiar by the way his head would always look over his shoulder.
➺ it began with a simple, "how do you know i was the one who got yelled at?" "i was by the window. i never knew i would see you again." to "since we're getting to know each other, why don't we play?"
➺ "i can't..."
➺ you would've talked to him more if it wasn't for his mother's loud yells looking for him.
➺ but fate isn't greedy.
...♔ Closer To You...
➺ your concern for riddle eventually led to you going to the gates more often. if not the gates, then waving behind the fence in front of his bedroom window. he couldn't go out of the house so what did you both do? from conversing by the use of paper aeroplanes to using tin can telephones. old school but it's the only way for you to be able to communicate with riddle.
➺ you two eventually started to learn about each other. you knew about his mother, trey and chenya, him being accepted to nrc, and his sweet tooth. you barely played, yes, but that doesn’t change the fact the both of you grew to be the best of friends.
➺ trey and chenya finally got to know you when riddle got the chance to invite you into his house. how? his parents were out, leaving him with the servants and he was able to sneak you in. you video-called with trey and chenya that day and you two got to interact more. you were both fifteen that time – riddle turning sixteen.
➺ until the day came where riddle had to go to nrc. you were happy for him yet sad that you can’t see him for a quite a while. sure, there’s the internet, but the real-life experience is what you’ll miss.
➺ you met by the gates again where you ran to him and gave him a big hug. riddle was surprised, not really used to such affection while you cried how happy you are for him and made him promise that you two would talk still during his time at school.
...♔ I'm Yours...
➺ you eventually started your classes in a different school. it led to you and riddle not communicating for months. too busy with school and the ultimate pressure of his and your parents has consumed most of your time to talk to each other. let alone get the chance to visit him when he comes home.
➺ the promise was sealed and that was the last time in months where you’ll see him as you watched him enter the mirror. he gave his very first message when he got sorted into heartslabyul.
➺ you were shook when you found out he became dorm leader in just a week of him being there.
➺ when you turned sixteen, riddle is seventeen, that’s when the relationship would start a ride. that one vacation where he came home, riddle was forced to go to some formal event. he didn’t want to be there so he went to the manor’s backyard and saw you.
➺ if you’re expecting as something as sweet as pie, then that isn’t how your and riddle’s relationship began.
➺ it came to the point you nearly forgot about riddle as you wanted to focus on yourself more. same with riddle. he was too preoccupied with school, dorm management, and dealing with his mother to even have the chance to hold his phone.
➺ the two of you being reunited has brought hidden feelings to arise. you both had matured in some way and damn was riddle baffled with the kiss you just gave him in that gazebo.
➺ okay, he matured. not you.
➺ you would think it was going to be awkward after that, but no. after your father found out about riddle, he let the roseheats know about your ever-so-hidden relationship and let the two of you finally interact completely.
➺ ah, the constant visits both of you would do to each other’s homes. riddle taught you everything he knows. he never brought up the kiss, he was too embarrassed to do so.
➺ until you did it again in the same gazebo when he was tutoring you one afternoon.
➺ “why do you keep on doing that?!” he exclaimed and covered his face. he may be the strict dorm leader in heartslabyul, but please he’s just as stupid as you when it comes to relationships. your gullible self just giggled and straight out confused, “because i love you.”
➺ that’s when riddle realized his feelings for you too. there wasn’t any ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ questions. it was straight-up ‘i love you too’ (with a hushed voice while being the tsundere he is) from him that sealed the next step of your relationship.
➺ you both were each other’s first partner so it was quite awkward and rusty at first. riddle would be shy and yell at you yet you would just giggle and be all affectionate on him.
➺ he eventually got used to it months later into the relationship. he would support you, be more proud of your developments, and maybe be more affectionate (by more maybe just a simple kiss on the hand and cheek here in there). he isn’t big into pda so it was a surprise to adeuce, trey, and cater that riddle has a girlfriend.
➺ how did they found out? you paid him a visit one day at school and hugged him tightly which shook everyone to the core. maybe trey found out sooner than the others but awww...everyone shipped the both of you that riddle may or may not have been more happy let the others know about you.
➺ he just loves you okay?
Ⅱ.
...❦ I Met You...
➺ we’re going to pull a lion king II in this one and say you were chasing a little butterfly and bumped into him one day that made the both of you roll down the hill.
➺ leona recognized you as the daughter of one of the royal guards, noted by the uniform tattoo that adorned your bicep. the almighty respect he had for you was high, but why are you out here giggling and chasing some insect instead of training?
➺ your oblivious self was still on top of him after rolling from that hill. upon stretching your arms out, hovering over him, that’s when you made out the face of the second prince and immediately scurried away from him while saying uncountable amounts of apologies.
➺ first meeting? not so really. more like the first time getting in contact with the prince since your parents are quite strict with who you befriend. did they explicitly say who you should and shouldn’t be friends with? no. so here you are embarrassed that you nearly brought the prince into an accident when you should be the one looking after him.
➺ you were young teens, maybe around thirteen to fourteen years old, when that happened. so, yes, leona was already the grumpy man he is. despite that, his skills aren’t as sharp as it is in the present day. when you both stopped rolling, you were whining while he was ‘growling’ at you – it wasn’t really a growl. try saying r through gritted teeth, that was the sound.
➺ “who are you?” he asked while fixing himself. stating your name, you bowed and remembered your training. ugh, how you wanted to be swallowed by the ground now.
➺ “i-i apologise, your highness! i’m supposed to be out looking for you rather than being careless–”
➺ “don’t call me your highness and i don’t need to be looked out for,” he grumbled.
➺ oh, but that’s not your job now is it?
...❦ Closer To You...
➺ since it’s your job to look after leona, it’s pretty much obvious on how you two grew closer. if it wasn’t for your stubborn self ignoring his constant bickers of him being grown enough to not be looked after, you two wouldn’t be as close as when you two would grow up.
➺ “what are you reading, your highness?” “stop disturbing me!”
➺ you are a guard alright, but also his best friend. he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he did enjoy your company rather than being around his brother all the time. he finds your sudden persona change amusing. if you’re casually chatting with him, being all carefree, and one of the guards come in to check on both of you, you would suddenly stand up tall with a fierce expression and respond formally before reverting back to being your y/n self.
➺ he questions if you’re taking your job seriously.
➺ you grew up together side by side. there are ups and downs in your friendship, mainly due to leona’s high pride, but other than that, you became more of a sibling to him rather than his brother did. puberty did the both of you well and you eventually matured to become that motherly friend everyone needed.
➺ when it was time for him to move to school, your motherly side showed up. even though you knew he would be fine – those muscles don’t lie – being his guard AND friend, you made sure there isn’t going to be a problem with his transportation and his dormitory. separating from him means you can’t perform your duty as a guard, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do your duty as a friend either.
➺ with his stay there, you always called him or Ruggie. at least he has someone there that can look after him in your place.
➺ you would occasionally visit there (much to the savanaclaw students’ surprise) and make sure he’s alright. of course, leona would protest here and there saying you’re overreacting and such.
➺ “have you ate?” “time to wake up, stupid sleepyhead.” and all that. you still held that playfulness in you and leona never wanted that to change. if you’re protective to him then he’s protective over you too. you may be a tough and strong woman of the royal household, still, leona would look after you from the corner of his eye and make sure you’re safe despite the intense training you’re going through.
➺ he’s still thankful though.
...❦ I'm Yours...
➺ do you know what made leona love you more than a friend? when your nurturing side showed up. when? the birth of cheka.
➺ speaking of cheka, when the little cub was born, it was in a lioness’ nature to look after other cubs and that’s what you instinctively did. you’re holding the future of the savannah in your arms and leona couldn’t help it but see you holding HIS child rather than his brother’s.
➺ when the queen was resting, you would tend to the young child and leona would just stare at you. the older cheka grew, the more leona would fall for you.
➺ first, you didn’t leave him, second, you were there for him, third, you’re a wholeass wife-material. no, leona didn’t just see you as a potential partner, he doesn’t want you to leave his life at all which means you’re someone important to him. friends? nah, you’re going to be leona’s girlfriend.
➺ you grew up to be beautiful too. leona doesn’t really care for looks but seeing you mature so beautifully is a bonus to him.
➺ you, on the other hand, already had a crush on leona during your adolescent years. until you were sure of your feelings for him, you eventually became more touchy than expected. either intentional or not, leona doesn’t mind.
➺ by touchy, you would hug him more often, hold his hands out of nowhere, play with his tail, etc. did leona mind? maybe in public, yes. if you were alone, however, he would just let you. you both are close after all.
➺ it was reflex, of course, very tough of a guard like you to act. “geez, thanks,” leona groaned. maybe it was kind of disrespectful, but believe it or not, it wasn’t leona’s intention to take advantage of you. he instantly got worried when you didn’t speak and just stayed still under the blanket.
➺ you were taking deep breaths with your cheeks red and all. your tail was uncontrollably flicking too.
➺ “i saw that! miss y/n is my auntie now!” ah, damn now cheka saw that too.
➺ it was leona who took the relationship to the next level when you were talking to him about something he can’t quite remember. he was just staring at how your lips moved and suddenly, he just kissed you. did he get a kiss back? no. instead, he had a kick to the stomach that sent him curling up while you buried yourself under the blankets.
➺ leona shooed the little cub away and removed the blankets to see you covering your face. he noticed your tail going whoosh so he gently held it. big mistake. you kicked his leg this time which made him fall on the bed and you sat on his waist and glared down at him.
➺ “remind me next time not to kiss you.” “oh, i will.”
➺ and you made the move this time and kissed him.
➺ now you’re his and his only.
➺ the whole royal household found out about your relationship after cheka started cheering about how he’ll get a little playmate/cousin after he saw you and leona kiss. honey, that’s not how kids are made...
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ok so im late to the reading tsuisute bandwagon because i’m lazy and hate visual novels, but i keep thinking abt how crowley could’ve stopped riddle’s overblotting entirely by just being an Adult Figure and taking riddle aside to talk his feelings out. but instead he just stood there like “dOh ho hoH roseheats-kun try to contrOl yourself” and i ended up having to whoop my best boy’s ass so he wouldn’t be batshit crazy
#i know shit japanese but i know enough to understand the situation#and the situation is that crowley is a bitch#twst#twisted wonderland#tsuisute
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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
Charater(s)| Riddle Rosehearts
Type? | Love letters
"Oh my? A love letter? Well what are you doing!? Read it out loud, I want to hear!"
My dearest Rose,
I love you.
I was tending to my roses today and realized that even the most beautiful and healthy rose looks barely passable next to you.
Do you remember when we went to the butterfly museum? Oh how lovely you looks when that blue swallowtail landed on your shoulder, Even the butterflies think of you as a beautiful flower! No matter how long we have been dating you still leave me breathless and weak in the knees.
As if the gods created you themselves, you look as if you where in a fairytale. A person as helpful and kind like you is looked up at and a person as fearless and determined as you is respected.
I truly believe that you are the most beautiful person in the world and i cannot believe how lucky I am to call you mine. The feeling of your hands in my own, the way you smile without a care in the world, all your midnight rambles on the phone, I love it all.
I have never felt happier then I do whenever you're next to me, as our relationship goes on I have learned new things and re-learning other thing I thought I knew. Words cannot express how much I love you, it doesn't matter how may times I say it, it would never be enough.
I will always love you no matter how many variables can try to keep us apart, Even if the world doesnt want me too I will always find my side next to yours.
Your dearest,
Riddle Roseheats.
1/22
#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst riddle rosehearts#twst riddle#riddle x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#twst riddle x reader#booming fics!#twstnexus
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Letter to mother.
Character | Riddle Roseheats
Type | Letter, angst, no comfort
TW‼️ | MENTIONS OF : emotional ab_se, child ab_se, unhealthy relationship, victim blaming, toxic behavior.
This is darker then most of my posts so please of any of this makes you uncomfortable SCROLL AWAY!!
Hello, I hope this letter has found you in good health,
I love you mother.
you make me sick and hurt me, you make me cry harder then I ever thought I could. Everything you say is wise and nobody thinks to listen. they look down on you with pity. "How did someone let her go down this far?" They ask. You made me the definition of a "perfect child" and i would love to thank you. In my younger years I was the problem child that needed to be punished, that needed to be "reformed into a proper young man" That you did.
You deprived me of love that I never needed, that I shouldn't need because thats silly. You planned everything down to the minute. So I'm grateful that you let me have this life, this personal hell.
I shake in fear of not you hitting me but you yelling. You yelling that I didnt get first, that I didnt get the extra credit, that I didnt finish early, that I didnt study hard enough, that I didnt have friends, that I had too much friends, that I wasted my time on silly matters. You yell at me why am I shaking I shouldn't be shaking, you're not hitting me I should be greatful. I have everything a prodigy child could ever want.
you provide food and shelter, that I'm lucky to be born in this family, that I'm lucky you're not hitting me. Then you ask if it's because you're a bad mother. No, of course not you're the best, anyone would be lucky to have you as a mother. Please don't cry, Please don't say I'm breaking your heart, Please don't be disappointed in me I'm sorry.
I've been a good child I'm sorry. And now I have growned and I love you. I would love too treat you like how you did to me when I was young. When I would stay all night studying. When I would cry all night. When my freedom was stolen from me.
your dearest son.
-Riddle Rosehearts
#twst wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst riddle rosehearts#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts#Riddle Roseshearts angst#booming fics!#angst
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