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“All in the Golden Afternoon” | Ace Trappola x Riddle Rosehearts❤️‍🩹

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“You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. For especially in the month of June. There's a wealth of happiness and romance, all in the golden afternoon.”

—Alice in Wonderland, 1951

RIDDLE Rosehearts knew two things. One; to his subjects—er dormmates of Heartslabyul he was somewhat of a Queen to them. They bend the knee and bow their heads and curtsy when he has a command. Two; they all do this, every single one of them obeying the rules that the Queen of Hearts laid out just for him years and years prior.

All of them…that is except for Ace Trappola.

The way the young housewarden’s red painted lips quivered into a worried smile each time a professor would approach him and explain their side of the story every time Ace would misbehave in class, he had to grin and bare it. But as a housewarden, it was starting to get less than tedious.

And sometimes it’s not just Ace who causes the mischief. His other Heartslabyul student Deuce Spade is in on the tomfoolery as well. Featuring Riddle’s favorite magicless Prefect and the familiar imp Grim. So there’s no way he could possibly blame all the problems on Ace, but he is sometimes the main cause of all the scolding.

It seems like Ace Trappola gets a kick out of turning Riddle red. His heart shaped antennae like hair always starts to stick up when he’s around. And Riddle absolutely without any fail always, loses his temper.

“If I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand!?” He would screech at the top of his lungs towards the first year with a heart painted not on his sleeve but over his eye.

Something will have to be done about this card soldier and his knack for misbehaving.

However, Riddle would have to put his little Ace -escapade- crusade on pause for today! Trey and himself were preparing for another beloved Heartslabyul tradition! The Golden Afternoon walk. Based on back in the Queen of Hearts’ day when she would admire the talking flowers and stroll through the gardens with her lowly King of Hearts.

But in Heartslabyul’s case, there’s no king to accompany the Queen. Riddle chooses out of the Topsy Turvy hat, a name of one of his many Heartslabyul students, who would accompany him for a stroll and could converse wirh the housewarden. Something anyone barely gets to do since Rosehearts is always busy with color coding his notes, enforcing the Queen’s rules and Housewarden work for Headmaster Dire Crowley.

Riddle’s heels clicked and clacked against the tile painted glass floor beneath him. His chin held high and perfectly pursed lips red like the roses he was named for. He was a beautiful boy, many who had the pleasure of meeting him would always conclude. They just wished he would act beautiful too.

And Riddle’s attitude was improving, his temper wasnt showing up as much but when it came to Ace— er, he who should not be named… or even Floyd Leech of Octavinelle dorm, his temper snuck back up to him. Ever since that dreadful day of his Overblot, Riddle wanted to be a little more courteous to his Heartslaybul students, not to be too picky and to allow them to make one mistake a day at least.

His dear friend the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm was always there to lend a listening ear in case sometimes he’d relapse on his old ways and become the Bloody Red Tyrant everyone grew to hate. He wanted to be the Rose Red Queen everyone adored.

Which is why when he entered the Heartsabyul lounge room featuring all of the madness and wondrous furniture which can be found still in antique shops within the Queen of Roses, all of the potential candidates to be Riddle’s partner in Golden Afternoon day’s stroll waited for the announcement.

“I would like to thank the five of you for coming! You all have exhibited the most out of all the students in Heartslaybul the requirements to be a candidate for the Golden Afternoon day stroll! “ Riddle’s body though small eluded his voice loud and proudly.

Trey Clover and Cater Diamond amongst the five students in the crowd who made the cut. Cater Diamond, who was currently swiping on his smart phone, most likely checking Vil Schoenheit’s newest recent post on Magicam.

Trey was only glad that so far, Riddle’s mood was normal. The vice-housewarden spent his entire morning setting up the rose garden and walk way and he wants everything to be perfect for his childhood friend. He would know whether he executed the job correctly or not based on which shade of red to even the faintest of pink Riddle’s face would flush to.

“As all of you know, it is Heartslaybul tradition that every Spring, we honor Wonderland’s most beautiful golden garden. A place of whimsical charm. Incorporating every element which was once apart of the Queen’s fourth favorite place in all of Wonderland.” Riddle proudly announced. His hands clasped together, regally standing amongst the few students.

One of the Heartslabyul students who didnt make the cut, entered the room with the magical Topsy Turvy hat which basically made almost every decision within the dorm was being held tightly within the student’s grasp.

Sice Club’s dark brown hair which reached down to his back and wandering eyes reached his housewarden’s vicinity and handed him the hat which felt heavier than it looked. Sparks of glitter which emitted a white glow shone within the students’ wake and Cater quickly swiped to his camera app so he could record Riddle choosing a name out of the hat.

“Thank you Sice, you are dismissed.” The second year student bowed his head and exited the room giving Trey and Cater a light wave before taking his leave.

“Alright, by the light of the Cheshire Moon to the wave of the Caucus sea, I wish for you O’ Topsy Turvy hat to reveal the winner to me.” Riddle’s rhyming sounding moreso like an old Underlandish hymn, he stepped back a bit as the hat’s magic did it’s stuff. Revealing a long Oraculum scroll which caused Riddle’s hands to quake once his large grey eyes skimmed the words which were painted in black old ink.

“ACE TRAPPOLA.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” Riddle’s voice screeched and he grasped the scroll tightly in his gloved fists. Riddle’s cheeks turned a bright red, redder than the lipstick adoring his lips and brighter than his hair.

‘Not good.’ Trey thought.

“THIS IS A TRAVESTY, A JOKE! A CRUEL JOKE BY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS I DECREE— THIS HAT NO LONGER HOLDS VALIDITY WITHIN THIS HOUSE—

“Heyo Rids chill!” Cater attempted to hold his laughter in. He rested the palm of his hand on the shorter Night Raven student. “Literally whoever it is, it cant be that bad right?” Riddle turned his head to face Cater slowly.

“…Right?” Cater started sweating.

Trey walked over to the duo. “Let me see the scroll.” Trey adjusted his glasses and red the name and then looked back at Riddle whose teeth were bunched and a vein popping from his forehead.

“TODAY I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FREE OF HIS SHENANIGANS AND RELAXING WITHIN THE GARDEN WITH A STUDENT WITH SOME CULTURE! N-not ACE TRAPPOLA!”

And comically as if on cue, the door swung open to the Heartslabyul lounge room. Loud thuds of shoes entered Ace Trappola, The Magicless Prefect Yuu and their familiar Grim!

It took everything within Riddle to not lunge across the room towards Ace let him have it, but he kept his composure as a queen should, not wanting to lose his temper.

“Hey Riddle! Hi Trey and Cater!” Yuu always dazzled the room whichever place they stepped, adored by all in the school. They didnt have anything specifically special about them other than hailing from a magicless world. But that didn’t matter because everyone loved them and wanted Yuu to choose Twisted Wonderland to be their home.

“Where’s Deucey?” Cater questioned, wrapping an arm around Yuu. “He and Jack are at a track meet! Which is where me and Grim are about to go so we can go cheer em on!”

“Oh is that today?” Riddle chimed in. “Well Ace you should accompany your fellow first years and cheer on Deuce in my steed.”

“Not a chance Housewarden, Loosey-Deucey’s got this. Besides, something else is telling me I’m needed somewhere else.” Ace smirked and ruffled Yuu’s hair before waving them goodbye.

Riddle grumbled under his breath, he couldn’t believe this was his life.

“Let’s go henchman! To the field!” Grim squirmed in Yuu’s arms as they held him close to their chest. “Alright Grim relax. Okay Heartslabyuls I’ll see you soon! Be good Ace!” Yuu took their leave.

An awkward silence filled the room as the rest of the Heartslabyul students aside from Ace also left the room due to the fact that for the Golden Afternoon walk, it was supposed to be the housewarden alone with whichever student the hat selected.

“Shall we get going…your majesty?” Ace curtsied sarcastically. One eye closed and the one with the heart painted over it open into a wink like expression. His tongue out, practically taunting the shorter yet older student.

Dressed in his dorm uniform, the pearly white regalia of Heartslabyul which Riddle thought fit Ace so well. It’s like it was meant for him. The bright red heart painted over his eye and the checkered print on his sleeve. Everything about Heartslaybul, was meant for Ace if only he didn’t behave like a scoundrel. Causing a fuss and a ruckus everywhere he went.

There was a very thin line between tolerance and obedience. Riddle was filled with rage and annoyance—but also a split second away from cancelling the entire Golden Afternoon stroll and retire to his bedroom for the rest of the day. And that would be the end of everything.

“Alright, let’s get started. We shall exit the lounge through the back door. Trey and I have prepared the walk way and the garden to fit the description the Queen of Hearts left for us perfectly to the letter. So now, you shall accompany me.” Riddle began walking ahead, exiting the lounge room, Ace following quickly behind, his arms behind his head in a carefree manner whilst his house warden tense from the mere fact he was stuck with Trappola alone for the hour they have together.

Once they reached outside, it felt like the world was larger than what it was earlier. Ace felt dizzy at first because the flowers were now somehow 12 feet tall and a few of them the same height as he was. The grass was greener even more than usual and the Bread and Butterflies flew over Ace and Riddle’s head as they walked side by side.

“Damn housewarden. You and Trey outdid yourselves with the detail.” Ace exclaimed as he rain his fingers through the Get Up in the Morning Glory’s purple petals which were still damp from being watered earlier.

“Hmph.” Riddle actually felt amused by the recently turned seventeen year old’s compliment.

“We pride ourselves to fulfill the accuracy of the original Golden Afternoon. All the flowers handpicked and grown in the Botanical Gardens from the science team thanks to Rook Hunt.” Riddle took a minute to gaze at the flower beds which were beautifully placed in arrays of genus and color.

“Got a favorite?” Ace asked.

“No one’s ever asked me that.” Riddle stopped in his tracks, his big grey eyes staring right into Ace’s red ones. Riddle kept his composure to not twiddle his thumbs, that was against the Queen’s rules but he was getting kind of frazzled for some odd reason.

Was Ace always this cute?

It’s as if he could hear the faintest of violins within his ears as Ace turned to face the housewarden of Heartslaybul. His smile widened and shown his pearly white teeth, with that stupid smirk which caused Riddle to whip his head away and stare back at the flowers.

“Ahem, well, roses of course are my favorites. Not painted red but naturally red, not with the vulgar paint. But when we paint them all together as a dorm—I enjoy those the most.” The two strolled along the pathway which led to a nest of Rocking Horseflies which were Ace absolutely hated.

“Aww housewarden!” Ace punched Riddle’s arm as delicately as possible, continuing on their trek and few for the few minutes they were silent the two of the Night Raven’s began to hear light chatter.

“Was that you?”Ace whispered, more snickers and chatters returned.

“That was actually the flowers. You know Ace, you can learn a-lot of things from the flowers, especially in the month of June.” Riddle knelt down to the level of the smaller grown flowers which were a singular White Rose who had the face of a fair maiden in the center, and Strings of Violets which were giggling and gossiping.

“Good afternoon Riddle!” The angelic voice of the white Rose said.

“They know you?!” Ace knelt down too and squinted at each flower, and they all had distinct little faces.

“Of course we know Riddle!” One of the violets sneered. “He’s always tending to our petals, keeping us fresh as a Lazy Daisy.”

“Oh to be a Lazy Daisy…they love the very peaceful life they lead huh girls?”

“Mhm.” the flowers talked amongst themselves and if was all so fascinating to Ace, and Riddle was conversing back. It was an odd phenomena and the housewarden wasn’t tense, he enjoyed the flowers and their company.

“It’s so nice to not be in the Botanical Gardens right now. Leona would always lay his tail in our flower bed!” a group of seemingly young flowers squeaked.

“Classic Kingscholar!” Ace sighed and stood back up.

Riddle soon finished his conversation with the white rose who was very enamored by Ace and Riddle’s company.

“Remember Riddle, There's a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon!” which Riddle only returned a light grin.

The sun shone down like a yellow toy balloon and for the next few hours they were strange.

Or maybe it was a minute, or actually mere second or two.… A glorious shimmer performed its final bows across the Heartslaybul makeshift sky. White cotton like clouds rolled out along a horizon edged in blues and creamy whites so bright it was like looking into the depths of an Angel’s eyes.

“We dont often to get this much alone time Riddle.” Ace finally used his first name. He rose a brow and gave a smirk. “Ha! It’s like a date.”

And for once in all his seventeen years of living, Riddle was speechless.

“No, No it’s nothing of the sort Ace. We’re barely even friends, merely dormmates. I am your housewarden and you happen to be a troublesome student who I must always pick up the pieces with.”Riddle breathed slowly, his cheeks red.

“Gosh I was only joking Housewarden relax man.“ Ace laughed nervously. “Seriously though we never get to hangout alone, I wanna change that so maybe we can be friends.”

Riddle’s face softened and he suddenly felt awful for letting his temper almost get the best of him. He took another deep breath and nodded slowly. Adjusting the small crown on his head, he spared a passing glance at Ace.

“You actually truly are a dear friend Ace.” Riddle started and the two of them proceeded to walk side by side again.

“Awesome! That’s good to know—

“Let me finish.” Riddle’s voice calm. “You’re a dear friend to me. And without you around, the dorm would truly be a dull place. I enjoy having you around.” Riddle picked up a flower which didn’t have a unique face but also lacked magic. It was a regular old red rose and handed it right to Ace who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck looking down at his house-warden.

“Sure, you’re just my student and I’m your house-warden, I’m also your friend and I view you the same. You cause problems wherever you go and you drive me absolutely mad. And when I think of how lost I’d be without you here I know I’m done for.”

Ace fondled the red petals, gently not to cause them to fall. “Come on man, enough of the sappy stuff…” To be fair, Ace Trappola didn’t really know what to say.

“I look forward to cleaning your messes.” Riddle lowered his voice. “Because I know you’ll always be there to count on me to fix them.” He finally looked into Ace’s eyes. Finally. No longer with disapproval and annoyance. No longer because he was about to scold him, but purely out of admiration and compassion. Riddle allowed himself to smile.

“Riddle, come on man..S’not like I don’t feel the same. I absolutely adore making that little face of yours red. It’s freaking hilarious.” He sat on one of the benches. “And you’re right…I cause trouble with Yuu and the other first years, but I know through it all, you’re gonna be there to swoop me back up and save me from whatever punishment. You’re the best housewarden this school has to offer, I mean come on house-warden, I wouldn’t want it any other way, you’re one of my bestest friends…”

Riddle sniffled slightly but not loud enough for Ace to notice. “Um, well I guess we can stop here for today huh?”

He awkwardly laughed.

“Not much left we can do but finish off with the picnic near the sunset. Trey prepared us strawberry tarts…I know how much you like those Ace. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one I pull from the hat but it all played out in the end.”

“Aww you know me so well Housewarden.” Ace patted the spot next to him on the bench and Riddle walked over, his cape in tow.

“You know, with all this excitement, I haven’t truly given you the full lore of this holiday and why we recognize it.” Riddle magically pulled out a basket of tarts, which just makes sense because this place is the spirit of Wonderland.

“I think I’ve heard you and Trey obsess over it enough.” Ace snickered.

“Obsess? More like prepare to the best of our ability. The Golden Afternoon was a romantic outing the queen and her king took, it was a time where they could have a moment to themselves away from all the chaos that it took to rule Wonderland and— why are you looking at me like that Ace?”

“Ahh, so it is like a date!”

“What!? we thought it could act as an incentive nothing more nothing less!” Riddle blushed, no longer a bright red but a sweet hedgehog pink. His lips pursed into a pout and Ace laughed but turned away when he felt his skin burn too.

Riddle should have been over the moon that the Ace Trappola of all people was delighted by his antics and was now even smiling at him even though they’ve gotten on the wrong foot the week that the blot took control of his heart and darkness overcame him.

He should have felt happiness and satisfaction in his heart that he had never known before that he carried out one of the Queen’s favorite days. Rather than wallowing in failure and his own scorn or self hatred, he had surely impressed his hero. It was a glorious, greedy feeling. One that the Queen of Hearts particularly inspired. But the feeling of Ace having a good time, learning from the flowers and spending time with him all in the Golden Afternoon, the wealth and the romance of it all, he could see himself doing anything to recapture that feeling, to make him feel that way about today or him in general again and again—if he couldn’t feel about him any other way.

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thank you for reading !! and here you go RiddleAce fans ♥️‼️i hope i did your pairing justice. Lots of Disney Alice in Wonderland references !! remember to reblog, comment and like <33 im so glad to be writing again!!

ART FROM THE TWST ANTHOLOGY COMIC, “A blessing on our Unbirthday” by Himako Neko♥️

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Fathoms Below

an Azul Ashengrotto supplementary short story

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It was night. It was always night when he snuck in here. There wasn’t a single Octavnielle student to spot him, to catch him in the act.

One would assume that he was sneaking off to get a midnight snack, from the dorm kitchen…but the way his barefeet collided against the sea foam green carpet floor, you would think otherwise.

Azul Ashengrotto HATES his feet. The feeling of sinking them down beneath him, and although he was sensible and well, practical…his feet were never on the ground unless they had to be.

He quickly entered the dorm bathroom, and locked the door. Being the house-warden of such a dorm, he couldn’t risk his own dorm-mates to become skeptic. Floyd would never let him hear the end of it.

Now that he was all alone, in his thoughts, he began to focus. Focusing on the thought of home under the sea, no longer part of this world. He removed his glasses from his face and unbuttoned his uniform pants, as they dropped the floor with a clink of his belt, he then unfastened each little button upon his uniform jacket and quickly slipped off his necktie. Leaving himself in only his underwear.

Azul made haste of this procedure and, quickly opened one of the mahogany colored cabinets under the dorm sink, and revealed a bucket which had a white lid tightly secured. He made sure to open it slowly as possibly so not a single grain of salt was spilt out and then he emptied the bucket into the large bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. Taking a slight whiff of the salt.

That’s what it was. The strangest thing one could ever witness when it came to Azul. His baths are always cold and usually with mineral salt. This time he raided the cafeteria’s storage when Jamil Viper was busying himself to creating some new sort of confection for Kalim Al-Asim of Scarabia House.

“Kosher salt would just have to do, huh?”Azul muttered to himself, and with a swift flick of his finger, using some of his elemental wind magic, the faucets of the bathtub turned. Only the cold faucet.

Azul then removed his underwear and stepped one foot into the bath, his eyes closed quickly and he took a deep breath. Trying not cry or let a tear stray from the corner of his eyes. Stepping another foot into the water he felt the water which feels so cool against his skin, trickling and rippling as he began to settle down. There's a salty tang in the air, which you can taste as you breathe it in. Maybe you can smell seaweed. If only he knew to grab some from the kitchen, but that would be too risky, Jamil was an observant student. He probably was already skeptic about him taking a great amount of salt.

“Whatever!” The Octavinelle students would say one time amongst themselves when noticing their housewardens odd behavior. This happened often. “He’s stealing from the kitchens and pantries of the school to finance his stupid desires and his stupid baths!”

“Shhhh! Keep your voice down!” Another Octavinelle student would say. They once chanced a look at Azul through the cracks of the bathroom door, and sometimes as he passed, they would try and guess what did he do in there every night with all that salt.

From the moist air that hit the bathroom a moment later it was obvious that Azul was in the middle of one of his fancy baths right then. The mirrors fogged up with musk and the reflections of whomever would look at themselves no longer visible. Good. It gave Azul time to be his true self. He knocked tentatively on the top of the bathtub to ensure that no one else would come, this was to make noise, hoping that no one would hear. If anyone noticed that sound, they would surely notice the rest.

Alas no one came to the bathroom, much to Azul’s pleasure. He then relaxed and reclined into the bathtub and began to transform. His bipedal appendages ripped apart into fours, and then into eights, violent and muffled winces were released from Azul’s full pink lips, he then cupped his hands onto his face, trying to keep himself from shrieking in pain. The human magic was wearing off and he was returning. He was Azul Ashengrotto again, the young Cecaelia from the deep dark depths of the Oceans of Atlantica.

Unlike Floyd and Jade Leech, confident in their Moray Eel form, it took a-lot of willpower, self love and courage for Azul to commit to transforming into his true self. Being alone in the bathtub with his own reflection was a step up for sure.

And while he was alone, there were other things that filled Azul’s heart with joy. Things he wouldn’t air out to the rest of the Night Raven College student body, other than his joy of board games with Idia Shroud, he did like to sing. And oh boy did he have the pipes. Maybe it’s because Cecaelia are so prone to stealing the voices of poor unfortunate merfolk, but his was special and it was also his own voice from

“heartless witch of the sea…heartless indeed, ensorcelling me…” The air was luxurious bath which could be obvious that Crowley spent über amounts of Thaumarks and funding to this school was obvious and the way his voice echoed against the wall but never allowed the sound to seep through proving how much the headmage put into it.

“Oh, let him see me for who I am, for without a voice, my face alone must speak for me…” his voice was airy and gentle and it gave off an aria of unspeakable siren like notes. Azul and any other sea-being had the biology which could write them as sirens, bringing down forces of nature with their very voice.

Azul’s pajamas were thrown sloppily over a lavender colored hamper which indicated that any of the clothes within it belonged to him. Something he didn’t think he would have to do but merfolk like Floyd existed, so he had to label it.

“If I could dance with him but once, I know he would love me….One waltz in the sand; I would be free…. I don’t know, it’s really not so great. Not much to write home about. The sand, I mean. It gets positively everywhere and feels nasty in your foldy bits.” Azul lamented about his distaste for many of the human things that he’s come to adapt to while he was on Sage’s Island as he continued a song he heard once or twice by a Cecaelia woman when he was a young cephalopod in the sea.

“What a lovely little bride I'll make, My dear, I'll look divine! Things are working out according to my ultimate design! Soon I'll have that little mermaid, and the ocean will be mine!” Azul gave out one of his famous cackles as he sighed dreamily, clearly enjoying his bath. That verse was engraved and carved into an old relic he found one day under the sea during one of his many excavations as a child, and he couldn’t help but wonder whose words were these? The words sent him into a nostalgic state although he had never heard of them before.

His lavender hair when it wasn’t styled in such a way was slippery and flowed straight down to the middle of his neck. The one bang which would remind anyone of a purple tentacle hung loose atop his head. Fathoms of bubbles and suds filled the top of the tub and spilled out onto the floor, slowly dripping down like the tentacles of his octopus counterparts , Azul was splashing and talking to himself and playing in the bath almost like a child.

His tentacles sprawled out against the waters and his back reclining against the porcelain tub. The purple and black colored appendages contrasting greatly. Azul remembered, the stories his mother told him about the Little Mermaid and the amazing Sea Witch Ursula. He was told of the wonders—the truth of what foam and bubbles and suds meant in theory to his merpeople. When he was in the bath how could he forget? Foam represented death to the ocean people, their bodies would reduce to foam like a human to ash. And to think he’s flailing and squirming within it for fun, not out of mourning but for ‘cleanliness’. It was a strange concept.

Jade brought the topic up once. Under the sea, they didn’t have such thing as Air Baths or Air pools like they do here. Not for fun or cleanliness. So what was the human’s deal? Azul knew that he shouldn’t question everything the humans on dry land did. He tried not anyways. So he sat down in deep thought for the remainder of his bath, basking in the makeshift saltwater ocean beneath him, he let himself go too easily, he became too vulnerable, thinking that he was in the real thing.

For a slight second—so quickly that Azul could have dismissed it as a shadow or a trick of the light and bubbles if he didn’t know better—a tentacle snaked out of the water, then quickly back in, like it had forgotten itself for a moment.

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inspired by Part of Your World by Liz Braswell and Disney’s Little Mermaid

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“All in the Golden Afternoon” | Ace Trappola x Riddle Rosehearts❤️‍🩹

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“You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. For especially in the month of June. There's a wealth of happiness and romance, all in the golden afternoon.”

—Alice in Wonderland, 1951

RIDDLE Rosehearts knew two things. One; to his subjects—er dormmates of Heartslabyul he was somewhat of a Queen to them. They bend the knee and bow their heads and curtsy when he has a command. Two; they all do this, every single one of them obeying the rules that the Queen of Hearts laid out just for him years and years prior.

All of them…that is except for Ace Trappola.

The way the young housewarden’s red painted lips quivered into a worried smile each time a professor would approach him and explain their side of the story every time Ace would misbehave in class, he had to grin and bare it. But as a housewarden, it was starting to get less than tedious.

And sometimes it’s not just Ace who causes the mischief. His other Heartslabyul student Deuce Spade is in on the tomfoolery as well. Featuring Riddle’s favorite magicless Prefect and the familiar imp Grim. So there’s no way he could possibly blame all the problems on Ace, but he is sometimes the main cause of all the scolding.

It seems like Ace Trappola gets a kick out of turning Riddle red. His heart shaped antennae like hair always starts to stick up when he’s around. And Riddle absolutely without any fail always, loses his temper.

“If I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand!?” He would screech at the top of his lungs towards the first year with a heart painted not on his sleeve but over his eye.

Something will have to be done about this card soldier and his knack for misbehaving.

However, Riddle would have to put his little Ace -escapade- crusade on pause for today! Trey and himself were preparing for another beloved Heartslabyul tradition! The Golden Afternoon walk. Based on back in the Queen of Hearts’ day when she would admire the talking flowers and stroll through the gardens with her lowly King of Hearts.

But in Heartslabyul’s case, there’s no king to accompany the Queen. Riddle chooses out of the Topsy Turvy hat, a name of one of his many Heartslabyul students, who would accompany him for a stroll and could converse wirh the housewarden. Something anyone barely gets to do since Rosehearts is always busy with color coding his notes, enforcing the Queen’s rules and Housewarden work for Headmaster Dire Crowley.

Riddle’s heels clicked and clacked against the tile painted glass floor beneath him. His chin held high and perfectly pursed lips red like the roses he was named for. He was a beautiful boy, many who had the pleasure of meeting him would always conclude. They just wished he would act beautiful too.

And Riddle’s attitude was improving, his temper wasnt showing up as much but when it came to Ace— er, he who should not be named… or even Floyd Leech of Octavinelle dorm, his temper snuck back up to him. Ever since that dreadful day of his Overblot, Riddle wanted to be a little more courteous to his Heartslaybul students, not to be too picky and to allow them to make one mistake a day at least.

His dear friend the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm was always there to lend a listening ear in case sometimes he’d relapse on his old ways and become the Bloody Red Tyrant everyone grew to hate. He wanted to be the Rose Red Queen everyone adored.

Which is why when he entered the Heartsabyul lounge room featuring all of the madness and wondrous furniture which can be found still in antique shops within the Queen of Roses, all of the potential candidates to be Riddle’s partner in Golden Afternoon day’s stroll waited for the announcement.

“I would like to thank the five of you for coming! You all have exhibited the most out of all the students in Heartslaybul the requirements to be a candidate for the Golden Afternoon day stroll! “ Riddle’s body though small eluded his voice loud and proudly.

Trey Clover and Cater Diamond amongst the five students in the crowd who made the cut. Cater Diamond, who was currently swiping on his smart phone, most likely checking Vil Schoenheit’s newest recent post on Magicam.

Trey was only glad that so far, Riddle’s mood was normal. The vice-housewarden spent his entire morning setting up the rose garden and walk way and he wants everything to be perfect for his childhood friend. He would know whether he executed the job correctly or not based on which shade of red to even the faintest of pink Riddle’s face would flush to.

“As all of you know, it is Heartslaybul tradition that every Spring, we honor Wonderland’s most beautiful golden garden. A place of whimsical charm. Incorporating every element which was once apart of the Queen’s fourth favorite place in all of Wonderland.” Riddle proudly announced. His hands clasped together, regally standing amongst the few students.

One of the Heartslabyul students who didnt make the cut, entered the room with the magical Topsy Turvy hat which basically made almost every decision within the dorm was being held tightly within the student’s grasp.

Sice Club’s dark brown hair which reached down to his back and wandering eyes reached his housewarden’s vicinity and handed him the hat which felt heavier than it looked. Sparks of glitter which emitted a white glow shone within the students’ wake and Cater quickly swiped to his camera app so he could record Riddle choosing a name out of the hat.

“Thank you Sice, you are dismissed.” The second year student bowed his head and exited the room giving Trey and Cater a light wave before taking his leave.

“Alright, by the light of the Cheshire Moon to the wave of the Caucus sea, I wish for you O’ Topsy Turvy hat to reveal the winner to me.” Riddle’s rhyming sounding moreso like an old Underlandish hymn, he stepped back a bit as the hat’s magic did it’s stuff. Revealing a long Oraculum scroll which caused Riddle’s hands to quake once his large grey eyes skimmed the words which were painted in black old ink.

“ACE TRAPPOLA.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” Riddle’s voice screeched and he grasped the scroll tightly in his gloved fists. Riddle’s cheeks turned a bright red, redder than the lipstick adoring his lips and brighter than his hair.

‘Not good.’ Trey thought.

“THIS IS A TRAVESTY, A JOKE! A CRUEL JOKE BY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS I DECREE— THIS HAT NO LONGER HOLDS VALIDITY WITHIN THIS HOUSE—

“Heyo Rids chill!” Cater attempted to hold his laughter in. He rested the palm of his hand on the shorter Night Raven student. “Literally whoever it is, it cant be that bad right?” Riddle turned his head to face Cater slowly.

“…Right?” Cater started sweating.

Trey walked over to the duo. “Let me see the scroll.” Trey adjusted his glasses and red the name and then looked back at Riddle whose teeth were bunched and a vein popping from his forehead.

“TODAY I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FREE OF HIS SHENANIGANS AND RELAXING WITHIN THE GARDEN WITH A STUDENT WITH SOME CULTURE! N-not ACE TRAPPOLA!”

And comically as if on cue, the door swung open to the Heartslabyul lounge room. Loud thuds of shoes entered Ace Trappola, The Magicless Prefect Yuu and their familiar Grim!

It took everything within Riddle to not lunge across the room towards Ace let him have it, but he kept his composure as a queen should, not wanting to lose his temper.

“Hey Riddle! Hi Trey and Cater!” Yuu always dazzled the room whichever place they stepped, adored by all in the school. They didnt have anything specifically special about them other than hailing from a magicless world. But that didn’t matter because everyone loved them and wanted Yuu to choose Twisted Wonderland to be their home.

“Where’s Deucey?” Cater questioned, wrapping an arm around Yuu. “He and Jack are at a track meet! Which is where me and Grim are about to go so we can go cheer em on!”

“Oh is that today?” Riddle chimed in. “Well Ace you should accompany your fellow first years and cheer on Deuce in my steed.”

“Not a chance Housewarden, Loosey-Deucey’s got this. Besides, something else is telling me I’m needed somewhere else.” Ace smirked and ruffled Yuu’s hair before waving them goodbye.

Riddle grumbled under his breath, he couldn’t believe this was his life.

“Let’s go henchman! To the field!” Grim squirmed in Yuu’s arms as they held him close to their chest. “Alright Grim relax. Okay Heartslabyuls I’ll see you soon! Be good Ace!” Yuu took their leave.

An awkward silence filled the room as the rest of the Heartslabyul students aside from Ace also left the room due to the fact that for the Golden Afternoon walk, it was supposed to be the housewarden alone with whichever student the hat selected.

“Shall we get going…your majesty?” Ace curtsied sarcastically. One eye closed and the one with the heart painted over it open into a wink like expression. His tongue out, practically taunting the shorter yet older student.

Dressed in his dorm uniform, the pearly white regalia of Heartslabyul which Riddle thought fit Ace so well. It’s like it was meant for him. The bright red heart painted over his eye and the checkered print on his sleeve. Everything about Heartslaybul, was meant for Ace if only he didn’t behave like a scoundrel. Causing a fuss and a ruckus everywhere he went.

There was a very thin line between tolerance and obedience. Riddle was filled with rage and annoyance—but also a split second away from cancelling the entire Golden Afternoon stroll and retire to his bedroom for the rest of the day. And that would be the end of everything.

“Alright, let’s get started. We shall exit the lounge through the back door. Trey and I have prepared the walk way and the garden to fit the description the Queen of Hearts left for us perfectly to the letter. So now, you shall accompany me.” Riddle began walking ahead, exiting the lounge room, Ace following quickly behind, his arms behind his head in a carefree manner whilst his house warden tense from the mere fact he was stuck with Trappola alone for the hour they have together.

Once they reached outside, it felt like the world was larger than what it was earlier. Ace felt dizzy at first because the flowers were now somehow 12 feet tall and a few of them the same height as he was. The grass was greener even more than usual and the Bread and Butterflies flew over Ace and Riddle’s head as they walked side by side.

“Damn housewarden. You and Trey outdid yourselves with the detail.” Ace exclaimed as he rain his fingers through the Get Up in the Morning Glory’s purple petals which were still damp from being watered earlier.

“Hmph.” Riddle actually felt amused by the recently turned seventeen year old’s compliment.

“We pride ourselves to fulfill the accuracy of the original Golden Afternoon. All the flowers handpicked and grown in the Botanical Gardens from the science team thanks to Rook Hunt.” Riddle took a minute to gaze at the flower beds which were beautifully placed in arrays of genus and color.

“Got a favorite?” Ace asked.

“No one’s ever asked me that.” Riddle stopped in his tracks, his big grey eyes staring right into Ace’s red ones. Riddle kept his composure to not twiddle his thumbs, that was against the Queen’s rules but he was getting kind of frazzled for some odd reason.

Was Ace always this cute?

It’s as if he could hear the faintest of violins within his ears as Ace turned to face the housewarden of Heartslaybul. His smile widened and shown his pearly white teeth, with that stupid smirk which caused Riddle to whip his head away and stare back at the flowers.

“Ahem, well, roses of course are my favorites. Not painted red but naturally red, not with the vulgar paint. But when we paint them all together as a dorm—I enjoy those the most.” The two strolled along the pathway which led to a nest of Rocking Horseflies which were Ace absolutely hated.

“Aww housewarden!” Ace punched Riddle’s arm as delicately as possible, continuing on their trek and few for the few minutes they were silent the two of the Night Raven’s began to hear light chatter.

“Was that you?”Ace whispered, more snickers and chatters returned.

“That was actually the flowers. You know Ace, you can learn a-lot of things from the flowers, especially in the month of June.” Riddle knelt down to the level of the smaller grown flowers which were a singular White Rose who had the face of a fair maiden in the center, and Strings of Violets which were giggling and gossiping.

“Good afternoon Riddle!” The angelic voice of the white Rose said.

“They know you?!” Ace knelt down too and squinted at each flower, and they all had distinct little faces.

“Of course we know Riddle!” One of the violets sneered. “He’s always tending to our petals, keeping us fresh as a Lazy Daisy.”

“Oh to be a Lazy Daisy…they love the very peaceful life they lead huh girls?”

“Mhm.” the flowers talked amongst themselves and if was all so fascinating to Ace, and Riddle was conversing back. It was an odd phenomena and the housewarden wasn’t tense, he enjoyed the flowers and their company.

“It’s so nice to not be in the Botanical Gardens right now. Leona would always lay his tail in our flower bed!” a group of seemingly young flowers squeaked.

“Classic Kingscholar!” Ace sighed and stood back up.

Riddle soon finished his conversation with the white rose who was very enamored by Ace and Riddle’s company.

“Remember Riddle, There's a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon!” which Riddle only returned a light grin.

The sun shone down like a yellow toy balloon and for the next few hours they were strange.

Or maybe it was a minute, or actually mere second or two.… A glorious shimmer performed its final bows across the Heartslaybul makeshift sky. White cotton like clouds rolled out along a horizon edged in blues and creamy whites so bright it was like looking into the depths of an Angel’s eyes.

“We dont often to get this much alone time Riddle.” Ace finally used his first name. He rose a brow and gave a smirk. “Ha! It’s like a date.”

And for once in all his seventeen years of living, Riddle was speechless.

“No, No it’s nothing of the sort Ace. We’re barely even friends, merely dormmates. I am your housewarden and you happen to be a troublesome student who I must always pick up the pieces with.”Riddle breathed slowly, his cheeks red.

“Gosh I was only joking Housewarden relax man.“ Ace laughed nervously. “Seriously though we never get to hangout alone, I wanna change that so maybe we can be friends.”

Riddle’s face softened and he suddenly felt awful for letting his temper almost get the best of him. He took another deep breath and nodded slowly. Adjusting the small crown on his head, he spared a passing glance at Ace.

“You actually truly are a dear friend Ace.” Riddle started and the two of them proceeded to walk side by side again.

“Awesome! That’s good to know—

“Let me finish.” Riddle’s voice calm. “You’re a dear friend to me. And without you around, the dorm would truly be a dull place. I enjoy having you around.” Riddle picked up a flower which didn’t have a unique face but also lacked magic. It was a regular old red rose and handed it right to Ace who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck looking down at his house-warden.

“Sure, you’re just my student and I’m your house-warden, I’m also your friend and I view you the same. You cause problems wherever you go and you drive me absolutely mad. And when I think of how lost I’d be without you here I know I’m done for.”

Ace fondled the red petals, gently not to cause them to fall. “Come on man, enough of the sappy stuff…” To be fair, Ace Trappola didn’t really know what to say.

“I look forward to cleaning your messes.” Riddle lowered his voice. “Because I know you’ll always be there to count on me to fix them.” He finally looked into Ace’s eyes. Finally. No longer with disapproval and annoyance. No longer because he was about to scold him, but purely out of admiration and compassion. Riddle allowed himself to smile.

“Riddle, come on man..S’not like I don’t feel the same. I absolutely adore making that little face of yours red. It’s freaking hilarious.” He sat on one of the benches. “And you’re right…I cause trouble with Yuu and the other first years, but I know through it all, you’re gonna be there to swoop me back up and save me from whatever punishment. You’re the best housewarden this school has to offer, I mean come on house-warden, I wouldn’t want it any other way, you’re one of my bestest friends…”

Riddle sniffled slightly but not loud enough for Ace to notice. “Um, well I guess we can stop here for today huh?”

He awkwardly laughed.

“Not much left we can do but finish off with the picnic near the sunset. Trey prepared us strawberry tarts…I know how much you like those Ace. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one I pull from the hat but it all played out in the end.”

“Aww you know me so well Housewarden.” Ace patted the spot next to him on the bench and Riddle walked over, his cape in tow.

“You know, with all this excitement, I haven’t truly given you the full lore of this holiday and why we recognize it.” Riddle magically pulled out a basket of tarts, which just makes sense because this place is the spirit of Wonderland.

“I think I’ve heard you and Trey obsess over it enough.” Ace snickered.

“Obsess? More like prepare to the best of our ability. The Golden Afternoon was a romantic outing the queen and her king took, it was a time where they could have a moment to themselves away from all the chaos that it took to rule Wonderland and— why are you looking at me like that Ace?”

“Ahh, so it is like a date!”

“What!? we thought it could act as an incentive nothing more nothing less!” Riddle blushed, no longer a bright red but a sweet hedgehog pink. His lips pursed into a pout and Ace laughed but turned away when he felt his skin burn too.

Riddle should have been over the moon that the Ace Trappola of all people was delighted by his antics and was now even smiling at him even though they’ve gotten on the wrong foot the week that the blot took control of his heart and darkness overcame him.

He should have felt happiness and satisfaction in his heart that he had never known before that he carried out one of the Queen’s favorite days. Rather than wallowing in failure and his own scorn or self hatred, he had surely impressed his hero. It was a glorious, greedy feeling. One that the Queen of Hearts particularly inspired. But the feeling of Ace having a good time, learning from the flowers and spending time with him all in the Golden Afternoon, the wealth and the romance of it all, he could see himself doing anything to recapture that feeling, to make him feel that way about today or him in general again and again—if he couldn’t feel about him any other way.

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thank you for reading !! and here you go RiddleAce fans ♥️‼️i hope i did your pairing justice. Lots of Disney Alice in Wonderland references !! remember to reblog, comment and like <33 im so glad to be writing again!!

ART FROM THE TWST ANTHOLOGY COMIC, “A blessing on our Unbirthday” by Himako Neko♥️

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THANK YOU TWST FANDOM AND DIASOMNIA NATION FOR GETTING ME TO 5000 LIKES. I LOVE YOU ALL AND IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS ENJOY MY WORKS. SO MUCH MORE IS COMING IN 2023 AND IM SO THANKFUL FOR THIS WONDERFUL FANDOM💓💓💓💗💗💗💗💗🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍💓💓💓💓💓

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Meet my Twst-sona / MC for my upcoming Twst novel!🦋 i hope you guys like them.

my idea was to have a character twisted from Walt Disney, but she just became this magical character twisted from the concept of Disney as a whole😭 her last name is Disney scrambled and I chose their name to be Imani because it’s such a pretty name.

She hails from an original location I created based on Liberty Square at Disney World! In Twisted Wonderland, Liberty Square is a small village where practically everyone is magicless, when someone is born with powers they are automatically an outcast. Liberty Square is equivalent to Salem Massachusetts if you are aware of the theme and lore behind that area in Disney World. Her village is based off the town of Sleepy Hollow from the movie Disney classic Ichabod and Mr Toad featuring the headless horseman.

Being a magic user, Imani and their grandmother moved to Sage’s Island which was home to an abundance of magical novices, there she is noticed by Yuu and Grim during VDC. Yuu notices Imani’s magical abilities and suggest they attend NRC although it’s an all boys school, Yuu manages to vouch for Imani on their behalf to the NightRaven staff and Headmage Crowley.

They become a student later after the events of chapter 6 after Ortho becomes an official Night Raven student and is enrolled within Ramshackle dorm with Yuu and Grim where the canon diverges towards the plot of my new story 🦋

thank you to @ 0187_ichirin on twitter and picrew for this beautiful template 💓 She’s my pride and joy !!

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and credits to the creator of this relationship chart! it i did not create the template 💓💓 @ blueberrythan im not sure if that’s your current username

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my toxic trait is my ass thinking i could actually pull Leona

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Running up that hill (a deal with God) | Leona Kingscholar x reader

a drabble of interpretive thoughts and love the two of you share.

reader is gender neutral

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It doesn't hurt me Do you wanna feel how it feels? Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm makin'?

He removed his left glove with one fell swoop. Bringing the index finger to one of his canine teeth. He immediately took off the next glove with the newly freed hand. His emerald green slits never faltering or even sparing whatever passed him by a passing glance. He only had eyes for you.

And sometimes Leona Kingscholar considered true intimacy when skin was in contact with each other. He was normally quite annoyed by the concept of even his tail brushing up against the grass beneath him. But when your eyes filled with tears to the brim, he had no choice but to reach out and caress your cheek.

Your skin compared to his calloused fingertips, were so soft. Even if you convinces yourself that you didn’t deserve the privilege of being perceived as delicate, Leona reminded you everyday.

“So gentle.” he muttered under his breath as another tear rolled down your cheek.

He loved being this close to you. He could see every single detail which often goes unseen by the average student at Night Raven. But he wasn’t average. He was your prince, your keen eyed, lazy but attentive when the moment gives him the chance lover. Give him some love, all the love in the world. Leona deserves that much at least.

You.

Its you and me.

Its you and me wont be unhappy.

You continued to cry. You loved him a little bit too much. Sometimes it hurt. When your heart lept ten times it’s average speed, pulse rising and the temperature no longer keeping your body at bay. You could catch glimpses of him practicing on the field. You had a perfect view. You slept in his room almost every night, and when you wake the spot next to you was empty. You’d remove yourself from the bed and your bare feet kiss the floor causing you to wince.

The coldness of his floor was a rude awakening. But once you stride towards the large window within his bedroom which was placed conveniently beside one of the sofas, you collapsed on top of it.

Watching as his brown skin glistened in the morning light. His P.E shirt discarded to some unknown oblivion while he and the Spelldrive members played the game to the best of their ability. Leona obviously overshadowing the rest.

Your lip curled into a smirk as you noticed him purposely flex his muscles when he with no effort at all perfectly leaped onto his broom. You felt like a teenaged girl squealing into her pillow about her middle school crush. Kicking your legs in a fashion that only Ace and Deuce would clown you over.

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Moments like that remind you why you cry, oh so desperately over this man. The way he carries himself. The world owes him so much, and while you probably have a limited amount of time left in Twisted Wonderland, he was yours.

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

Be runnin' up that road

Be runnin' up that hill

Be runnin' up that buildin'

Say, if I only could, oh

You hated promising him that you’ll stay forever. Because while you kissed him under the hanging willow tree in the school courtyard, you could feel him dread pulling away. In his body language and the way he grasps your shoulders. Not too rough but not exactly the gentlest touch either.

Leona understood that you’ll leave him soon. You have a life, wherever you came from. And perhaps another lover, but what’s so wrong with a little indulgence? You both deserved it. The two of you never owed the world a thing.

Every time you kissed, it was never brief. Because Leona Kingscholar always kissed you like he’d never see you again. And he had every right to. He never slept like he should anymore. He stayed up late night, watching you sleep. His nose slightly squirming and ears twitching every few seconds as he mentally denied his uneasiness.

If he could, he’d stop you from going.

He’d be selfish and deprive you of your true home. But since you found a new home in him, staying here in Twisted Wonderland wont be too bad now would it? Your family doesn’t miss you. They don’t love you like Leona does. At least that’s what he tells himself.

You don't wanna hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware, I'm tearin' you asunder

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we?

But what about you? What do you want, Herbivore? Make the deal? The sacrifice to stay with the man you grew to love far too much. It caused a lump within your throat and then followed by a choked sob each time you thought about leaving Leona on his own. Perhaps silently cursing you and himself.

What’s the damage? ‘I don’t remember half of what I left behind.’

You’d tell yourself.

But what if I brought him with me? If I were to steal him away from a world that abhors him and I? He’d be safe in my arms far away from those who reduce him only as the second prince. I’ll protect him for all time. You concluded.

Leona refused. He didn’t want to follow you back home. He wanted the two of you to make a world of your own. Both worlds were unkind to you. Why should you put yourself through it again? He could tell your home put you through trauma and emotions you’d never speak of. Which is why desired to spend eternity with you, far from the troubles that scorn the both of you.

Oh, come on, baby

Oh, come on, darlin'

Let me steal this moment from you now

Oh, come on, angel

Come on, come on, darlin'

Let's exchange the experience

You were you to deny your prince?

Follow him to the ends of the world you decided. He deserved that. You deserved that. The two of you, hearts entwined and lips caressing one another, hands upon whatever piece of skin you wanted because both of you belonged to each other. He was yours and you were his.

That’s why you cried.

Say, if I only could

I'd be runnin' up that hill

With no problems

If only he could swap places with you, look through your eyes and see why you loved him so. He was beautiful, and each time you spared you even the subtlest of smiles it tore your heart to pieces.

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Running up that hill (a deal with God) | Leona Kingscholar x reader

a drabble of interpretive thoughts and love the two of you share.

reader is gender neutral

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It doesn't hurt me Do you wanna feel how it feels? Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm makin'?

He removed his left glove with one fell swoop. Bringing the index finger to one of his canine teeth. He immediately took off the next glove with the newly freed hand. His emerald green slits never faltering or even sparing whatever passed him by a passing glance. He only had eyes for you.

And sometimes Leona Kingscholar considered true intimacy when skin was in contact with each other. He was normally quite annoyed by the concept of even his tail brushing up against the grass beneath him. But when your eyes filled with tears to the brim, he had no choice but to reach out and caress your cheek.

Your skin compared to his calloused fingertips, were so soft. Even if you convinces yourself that you didn’t deserve the privilege of being perceived as delicate, Leona reminded you everyday.

“So gentle.” he muttered under his breath as another tear rolled down your cheek.

He loved being this close to you. He could see every single detail which often goes unseen by the average student at Night Raven. But he wasn’t average. He was your prince, your keen eyed, lazy but attentive when the moment gives him the chance lover. Give him some love, all the love in the world. Leona deserves that much at least.

You.

Its you and me.

Its you and me wont be unhappy.

You continued to cry. You loved him a little bit too much. Sometimes it hurt. When your heart lept ten times it’s average speed, pulse rising and the temperature no longer keeping your body at bay. You could catch glimpses of him practicing on the field. You had a perfect view. You slept in his room almost every night, and when you wake the spot next to you was empty. You’d remove yourself from the bed and your bare feet kiss the floor causing you to wince.

The coldness of his floor was a rude awakening. But once you stride towards the large window within his bedroom which was placed conveniently beside one of the sofas, you collapsed on top of it.

Watching as his brown skin glistened in the morning light. His P.E shirt discarded to some unknown oblivion while he and the Spelldrive members played the game to the best of their ability. Leona obviously overshadowing the rest.

Your lip curled into a smirk as you noticed him purposely flex his muscles when he with no effort at all perfectly leaped onto his broom. You felt like a teenaged girl squealing into her pillow about her middle school crush. Kicking your legs in a fashion that only Ace and Deuce would clown you over.

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Moments like that remind you why you cry, oh so desperately over this man. The way he carries himself. The world owes him so much, and while you probably have a limited amount of time left in Twisted Wonderland, he was yours.

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

Be runnin' up that road

Be runnin' up that hill

Be runnin' up that buildin'

Say, if I only could, oh

You hated promising him that you’ll stay forever. Because while you kissed him under the hanging willow tree in the school courtyard, you could feel him dread pulling away. In his body language and the way he grasps your shoulders. Not too rough but not exactly the gentlest touch either.

Leona understood that you’ll leave him soon. You have a life, wherever you came from. And perhaps another lover, but what’s so wrong with a little indulgence? You both deserved it. The two of you never owed the world a thing.

Every time you kissed, it was never brief. Because Leona Kingscholar always kissed you like he’d never see you again. And he had every right to. He never slept like he should anymore. He stayed up late night, watching you sleep. His nose slightly squirming and ears twitching every few seconds as he mentally denied his uneasiness.

If he could, he’d stop you from going.

He’d be selfish and deprive you of your true home. But since you found a new home in him, staying here in Twisted Wonderland wont be too bad now would it? Your family doesn’t miss you. They don’t love you like Leona does. At least that’s what he tells himself.

You don't wanna hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware, I'm tearin' you asunder

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we?

But what about you? What do you want, Herbivore? Make the deal? The sacrifice to stay with the man you grew to love far too much. It caused a lump within your throat and then followed by a choked sob each time you thought about leaving Leona on his own. Perhaps silently cursing you and himself.

What’s the damage? ‘I don’t remember half of what I left behind.’

You’d tell yourself.

But what if I brought him with me? If I were to steal him away from a world that abhors him and I? He’d be safe in my arms far away from those who reduce him only as the second prince. I’ll protect him for all time. You concluded.

Leona refused. He didn’t want to follow you back home. He wanted the two of you to make a world of your own. Both worlds were unkind to you. Why should you put yourself through it again? He could tell your home put you through trauma and emotions you’d never speak of. Which is why desired to spend eternity with you, far from the troubles that scorn the both of you.

Oh, come on, baby

Oh, come on, darlin'

Let me steal this moment from you now

Oh, come on, angel

Come on, come on, darlin'

Let's exchange the experience

Who were you to deny your prince?

Follow him to the ends of the world you decided. He deserved that. You deserved that. The two of you, hearts entwined and lips caressing one another, hands upon whatever piece of skin you wanted because both of you belonged to each other. He was yours and you were his.

That’s why you cried.

Say, if I only could

I'd be runnin' up that hill

With no problems

If only he could swap places with you, look through your eyes and see why you loved him so. He was beautiful, and each time he spared you even the subtlest of smiles it tore your heart to pieces.

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Beastie | Malleus draconia x Reader drabble

lowercase is intentional.

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“I swear, no harm will come to you as long as I live. And not a day shall pass that I don't miss your smile.”

-Maleficent, Mistress of all Evil

i often see them with their familiar in the school courtyard. laughing and prancing as young humans do with their friends. they’re so full of life. and even though they’re possibly eons away from home, they remain cheerful… and so innocent.

i pledge to protect that innocence.

the only person besides Lilia who never shies away from me in fear. they even coined me with a silly nickname. and when i visit them at night after their long day full of tiring endeavors, they never seem to be burdened by my presence.

it brings a single tear to my eye. at the sheer fact that they will one day leave me. someday, they’ll find a way back home and perhaps they would forget me. when they finally learned my name after the musical showcase, their point of view never wavered. they still looked at me with admiration.

they are my world.

i long for the day when i could openly enjoy their company. sebek often says i think of them too much. he’s correct. i often wonder where my child of man has run off to today. i never see them during school hours. but there was this one wonderful time when they accompanied on one of my gargoyle sighting trips. it made my heart soar.

they looked at me with these knowing eyes. as if they knew what they were doing to me. aware of the affect that they have on me. and i thought i was a master of spells and curses. but this incantation that they possessed me with is consuming every fiber of my being.

i watch my beastie go to sleep every single night, whenever i am able to. i protect them and watch over them whilst they rest. i notice the smallest little nose twitches and sounds they make when their drifting off into their dreamland. it warms my heart whenever i notice the card i wrote to you, on your bedside table. i also notice you reading it each night before you close your eyes.

and when i appear at your window with my emerald green fireflies filling up the skies, you always look up at me in curiosity and regard. i have high regards for you too beastie.

i haven’t seen you since spring break, and in the valley of thorns, the time goes by miraculously slower than sage’s island. but give me until the end of the month and i swear to you we will lock eyes again.

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If there’s a prize for rotten judgement | Idia Shroud anthology story

- He ran the Underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth, He was as mean as he was ruthless, And that's the gospel truth..

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“Diáole…” the older Shroud cursed in Greek, his half lidded eyes set upon the skull shaped alarm clocked which was manufactured and programmed by himself.

The cold metal kissed his pale and slender digits and the young man slightly winced at the touch. Mentally cringing at himself for falling for such a ‘normie mistake.’

With a spine popping stretch, Idia twisted his hips while he sat up shirtless in his tangled covers. Bones popping and hair slung to the left side of his shoulders swaying with each movement the heir to the house of Shroud made. And while he remained attempting to focus on the newly adjusted environment around him, The quietness of the lack of beeping, static drumming and interfaces making auditory sounds was still something to get used to.

Ortho was already awake and downstairs, bright and early per usual and most likely not being in the same dorm room with him anymore and now officially enrolled as a student at Night Raven College .

But currently it was Spring Break, hence meaning Ortho had many more school friends to spend time with and not enough time for his big brother…(even though Idia insisted that Ortho went along with his new found friends).

‘Dont worry about lil ol’ me Ortho! Im not doing anything special for break. Go spend some time with your friends LOL, I’ll be here grinding on Star Rouge.’ Idia would tell him.

And while Idia was happy for Ortho, of course he was happy. Any good big brother would be leaping for joy and ecstatic over their baby brother’s accomplishments and that’s exactly what Idia was. But his dorm room was kind of lonely now, and Ortho was hanging out with his new gaggle of friends. Idia wondered if his baby brother had time to even pop his head through the door for a little visit once in a while.

But Idia still didn’t mind. As long as Ortho was happy. As long as his brother was doing what he wanted, was safe and finally a true student at this wretched school, what could possibly be better than the happiness of Ortho?

Idia Shroud’s flaming blue locks emitted brightly as his brain reminded him to check the calender. Usually Ortho would remind him of the date and upcoming events occurring during the week. Idia’s gaming schedule was out of wack and while he wasn’t necessarily a slacker and a procrastinator when it came to school work, lately he found no motivation to proceed with his studies. He was tired and bored of the mundane life he was leading.

He grabbed his smartphone with tricked out enhancements which was placed under his pillows, and entered his seven digit password: C-E-R-B-E-R-U-S.

The light turned on the lowest of brightness and he began to swipe through magicam. He never found the app charming. He was more interested in gaming chatrooms to converse with his fellow nerds and not the ‘normies’.

His fellow Night Raven College mates living it up on their Spring break whilst he was in the Underworld. And though it seemed like the Isle of Woe was some sort of façade which hid the true nature of fellow citizens of this dreadful place.

It was beautiful on the outside, a land of lush green grass, doric and ionic columns and an abundance of pillars and water fountains. There was also the underside which was made up of S.T.Y.X, where Idia would rather think about for another day.

The Island of Woe, not only is home to his family’s multi-million dollar company but holds something bigger in it’s wake. Idia didn’t bother investigating but something within his soul everyday during his Summer Break ached him to go seek out the mysterious calling. He always knew his family held secrets and his parents were one of he most powerful business owners this side of New Thebes, but he didn’t care enough to ask them.

He scrolled through Ace Trappola’s news Magicam story because it was the first thing on his timeline. It was a cringey sight to say the least. Watching Deuce, Ace, Y/N and Grim run around a sprinkler aimlessly and laughing hysterically while Riddle Rosehearts and Idia’s fellow third years, Trey and Cater spray the freshman with water hoses to keep cool from the beaming sun of the Queendom of Roses. Idia’s dark blue eyebrows furrowed when he watched the first year’s story.

“This is the gaggle of newbs that Ortho hangs out with…” Idia muttered to himself. He licked the top blue painted lip and scrolled by and proceeded to finally throw his legs over the right side of his bed and stand up. Taking one big stretch before striding over towards his computer monitors in his black sweat pants. His shirt hanging on the back of his gaming chair which was closely resembling the undershirt he wore under his science lab coat back in class.

Powering on his monitor, Idia waited for the startup screen to load and the familiar three triangles which are stacked up on top of each other appears on the loading screen. His lips curve into a slight smirk before feeling his phone vibrate once more against his thigh.

Dreading the notification for whoever was on the other end, but once the older Shroud brother noticed that it was no one but his mother, his nerves relaxed slightly for she was letting him know that she and Ortho will be out for the day running errands. Leaving him with his father, Lord Shroud, who would be boring Idia with discussions about work, the STYX company and Jupiter enterprises. More oil and blot talk, something else Idia would rather skip.

Sending a single: K. To his mother, Idia proceeded to click through the desktop of his computer. His heart doing small flips and his lips slightly tremble. His large hand gripping the computer mouse as his golden eyes danced across the computer monitor.

Idia spends half of his morning in the same spot, crouched over his computer, staring down. His hair covering the left of his face due to the lack of grooming and attention he’s given it this morning. The heir to the Shroud estate snatched his shirt off his chair and threw it over his head and slid his arms through each of the sleeves before exiting the comfort of his bedroom and into the vast and long dark hallways of his family’s mansion which eerily resembled the dark depths of the Underworld in the stories of old.

He didn’t mind the aesthetic, thinking that it closely resembled the domain of a final boss fortress.

Trudging down the hallways of his doom and gloom excuse of a mansion, his feet kissed the dark blue porcelain floors. His eyes shifted to the left and right hoping that his father would not notice his presence of being awake. If he was quiet enough, he’d make it downstairs towards the garage without having to discuss how school’s going or the talk of future S.T.Y.X. work.

Much to his luck, he was able to slip through the elevator and click the lowest button to the bottom-most floor before one of the Charon Ferryman could enter next to him. Although he was not alone in the elevator, another attendant of his father’s company stood idly by. He looked to be about his age and was at least the height of Floyd and Jade Leech. He kept his head down but his S.T.Y.X. identification card was visible on the left side of his chest which read Phobos Kynikós.

Idia scoffed to himself. ‘His name is Panic Cynical…’ he could almost laugh out loud literally at the corny name. And while Phobos refused to make eye contact with him, Idia noticed that he probably did have something on his mind.

The elevator, which shot down at a great speed and opened on the second to last floor. Phobos strolled out, his teal colored hair bouncing as he took his leave. He was anxious and while Idia had experience with that sort of emotion, he couldn’t fathom why someone would be nervous around a guy like him.

Idia waited till the doors closed to exhale. It was a pity not to hear Ortho explain more about his recent adventures with his newfound buddies this morning. And at this moment, Idia wondered what his younger brother was doing. And when rhe elevator descended to the deepest depths of the Shroud mansion, he exited through the double door’ed elevator and was greeted by an abundance of vegetation, flowers and all forms of life.

Seeing such a sight was a contrast to what the Island of Woe truly was. There was hardly anything like flowers and the like around here. Everything was dead, or artificial in a sense and dark with a twinge of cobalt blue. The only true natural thing around here was the bodies of water which surrounded their island.

The flowers brought out a different aura, a different feeling in the low garage that the entire island needed. Life.

The smell of sweet sweet flowers filled Idia’s nose and the fragrance was subtle, feminine and sweet. He sneezed.

And when the sneezing fit ended, he figured he had a clue what exact was the culprit for the hoard of blossoms in bloom. A gentle almost timid smirk was fixated Idia’s blue lips and he leaned against one of the ivory colored Grecian sculptured columns.

“Per? You can come out now.” A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

“Is anyone around?”

“No one is here,” he reassured her, his voice dropping to a new calm at the sight of her. He wasn’t surprisingly anxious or fidgety. It’s like she nulled it out, like some sort of elixir from Space Rogue.

She was exquisite. He loved everything about her, from the crown of silver flowers she wore in her curly black hair to the dark eyes that offset her brown skin. For the first time ever, he even noticed clothing. He couldn’t help admiring how she favored cobalt blue for her gowns over drab whites. Today’s dress was clipped at her waist with a floral silver belt. “Where’s Ortho?” she asked. Her dark brown lips pursed into a line. “Better yet, the F.A.T.E.S are coming over soon. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

Sounding timid for the first time since he’d met her. They were similar in that sense. She was a stowaway ,not belonging to the Island of Woe at all.

She was anything but a wallflower. She was fiery. He loved that about her most of all. He glided over and put his arms around his back. His voice slowly starting to grow louder than usual,and for some reason around Percy, Idia did that. His anxiety lowered but his voice higher and he was far too excited than he anticipated.

“I’m on my way in to see him right now. I don’t want you to worry. I thought you were going to go do that thing to take your mind off all that.”

“I am,” she said with a smile. “You’re going to love it.” He doubted that, but he wanted her to be happy.

“The F.A.T.E.S literally come every so often to discuss work and business with my dad…probability rates about the future of S.T.Y.X. and the entirety of the island” She nodded and wound her arms as far as she could around his waist.

Idia froze in place. His heart quickening, he swore he was on fire. No—he was pretty sure. He had fire coursing through him which was now different from anytime he had ever caught flames within.

“I know.” Percy knelt down and grabbed handful of her flowers that she was growing. And twiddled through their dark blue petals. “But it would be ideal to be there with your dad…to help him and figure out the future of S.T.Y.X…you will be CEO soon.”

“Tch, you’re one to talk Per.” Idia rolled his eyes. “You left your entire family just to stick around this Underworld.” Idia shook his head and his enflamed locks bounced.

Percy threw her flowers down and stared Idia in the eyes. “No, I left my entire family just to stick around you.”

He couldn’t put his finger on what the feeling was. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hate, it wasn’t even envy. Was this what all those lovesick cringy protagonists were always going on about during in-game dialogue? Was he in love?

It sure felt like it, and if that were true… He was done for. And yet—he could not deny how nice it was to have someone to talk to after all these years, someone besides his online gaming partners, and his dear baby brother Ortho who he of course did not mind talking to in the slightest.

She came from the brightest of places, New Olympus. She was daughter of Demetra the self made businesswoman of one of the largest landscaping and vegetation companies this side of Twisted Wonderland. And while she didnt have to be friends with him, Percy went all out her way to run away from home, just to be near him. Which Idia still couldn’t understand. It made him queasy and it made him wonder why someone as beautiful, outgoing and so put together would want him.

Idia would hate to keep Per in a sunless place. A world where plants and vegetation didnt thrive like she’s always known. Down in the land of the dead. Dark and gloomy, dreary and sad.

But she made his future seem brighter, which he thought would have been impossible after the entire overblot ordeal. But when he loves so much, when he puts so much into his life and slowly but surely it all comes back to nothing. It was all for nothing. Idia was afraid. He loses everything dear to him, prematurely. Why fall for someone better yet care for someone unless he was dying to cry his heart out when he loses them?

Idia refuses to have Per fall to victim of death and loss. He refuses to have her life be taken down to Charon’s ferry so early. So he planned on doing what any person in love would do. He’ll keep her by his side at any cost. Even if it means to keep her down in this underworld for all eternity, from the sun.

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my oc in this story Percy is twisted from Persephone the Goddess of Spring from Disney’s Goddess of Spring film. this fic is mildly referenced from Hades and Persephone’s relationship in both Goddess of Spring and the original Greek story where Hades is obsessed with persephone and wants to marry her at any cost, and Persephone is in love with Hades as well and rebels against Demeter, her mother and falls in love with the God of the Underworld.

i hope everyone liked it <3

thank you to Ms Jen Calonita for the inspiration from Hades’ character in Go the Distance

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Fathoms Below

an Azul Ashengrotto supplementary short story

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It was night. It was always night when he snuck in here. There wasn’t a single Octavnielle student to spot him, to catch him in the act.

One would assume that he was sneaking off to get a midnight snack, from the dorm kitchen…but the way his barefeet collided against the sea foam green carpet floor, you would think otherwise.

Azul Ashengrotto HATES his feet. The feeling of sinking them down beneath him, and although he was sensible and well, practical…his feet were never on the ground unless they had to be.

He quickly entered the dorm bathroom, and locked the door. Being the house-warden of such a dorm, he couldn’t risk his own dorm-mates to become skeptic. Floyd would never let him hear the end of it.

Now that he was all alone, in his thoughts, he began to focus. Focusing on the thought of home under the sea, no longer part of this world. He removed his glasses from his face and unbuttoned his uniform pants, as they dropped the floor with a clink of his belt, he then unfastened each little button upon his uniform jacket and quickly slipped off his necktie. Leaving himself in only his underwear.

Azul made haste of this procedure and, quickly opened one of the mahogany colored cabinets under the dorm sink, and revealed a bucket which had a white lid tightly secured. He made sure to open it slowly as possibly so not a single grain of salt was spilt out and then he emptied the bucket into the large bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. Taking a slight whiff of the salt.

That’s what it was. The strangest thing one could ever witness when it came to Azul. His baths are always cold and usually with mineral salt. This time he raided the cafeteria’s storage when Jamil Viper was busying himself to creating some new sort of confection for Kalim Al-Asim of Scarabia House.

“Kosher salt would just have to do, huh?”Azul muttered to himself, and with a swift flick of his finger, using some of his elemental wind magic, the faucets of the bathtub turned. Only the cold faucet.

Azul then removed his underwear and stepped one foot into the bath, his eyes closed quickly and he took a deep breath. Trying not cry or let a tear stray from the corner of his eyes. Stepping another foot into the water he felt the water which feels so cool against his skin, trickling and rippling as he began to settle down. There's a salty tang in the air, which you can taste as you breathe it in. Maybe you can smell seaweed. If only he knew to grab some from the kitchen, but that would be too risky, Jamil was an observant student. He probably was already skeptic about him taking a great amount of salt.

“Whatever!” The Octavinelle students would say one time amongst themselves when noticing their housewardens odd behavior. This happened often. “He’s stealing from the kitchens and pantries of the school to finance his stupid desires and his stupid baths!”

“Shhhh! Keep your voice down!” Another Octavinelle student would say. They once chanced a look at Azul through the cracks of the bathroom door, and sometimes as he passed, they would try and guess what did he do in there every night with all that salt.

From the moist air that hit the bathroom a moment later it was obvious that Azul was in the middle of one of his fancy baths right then. The mirrors fogged up with musk and the reflections of whomever would look at themselves no longer visible. Good. It gave Azul time to be his true self. He knocked tentatively on the top of the bathtub to ensure that no one else would come, this was to make noise, hoping that no one would hear. If anyone noticed that sound, they would surely notice the rest.

Alas no one came to the bathroom, much to Azul’s pleasure. He then relaxed and reclined into the bathtub and began to transform. His bipedal appendages ripped apart into fours, and then into eights, violent and muffled winces were released from Azul’s full pink lips, he then cupped his hands onto his face, trying to keep himself from shrieking in pain. The human magic was wearing off and he was returning. He was Azul Ashengrotto again, the young Cecaelia from the deep dark depths of the Oceans of Atlantica.

Unlike Floyd and Jade Leech, confident in their Moray Eel form, it took a-lot of willpower, self love and courage for Azul to commit to transforming into his true self. Being alone in the bathtub with his own reflection was a step up for sure.

And while he was alone, there were other things that filled Azul’s heart with joy. Things he wouldn’t air out to the rest of the Night Raven College student body, other than his joy of board games with Idia Shroud, he did like to sing. And oh boy did he have the pipes. Maybe it’s because Cecaelia are so prone to stealing the voices of poor unfortunate merfolk, but his was special and it was also his own voice from

“heartless witch of the sea…heartless indeed, ensorcelling me…” The air was luxurious bath which could be obvious that Crowley spent über amounts of Thaumarks and funding to this school was obvious and the way his voice echoed against the wall but never allowed the sound to seep through proving how much the headmage put into it.

“Oh, let him see me for who I am, for without a voice, my face alone must speak for me…” his voice was airy and gentle and it gave off an aria of unspeakable siren like notes. Azul and any other sea-being had the biology which could write them as sirens, bringing down forces of nature with their very voice.

Azul’s pajamas were thrown sloppily over a lavender colored hamper which indicated that any of the clothes within it belonged to him. Something he didn’t think he would have to do but merfolk like Floyd existed, so he had to label it.

“If I could dance with him but once, I know he would love me….One waltz in the sand; I would be free…. I don’t know, it’s really not so great. Not much to write home about. The sand, I mean. It gets positively everywhere and feels nasty in your foldy bits.” Azul lamented about his distaste for many of the human things that he’s come to adapt to while he was on Sage’s Island as he continued a song he heard once or twice by a Cecaelia woman when he was a young cephalopod in the sea.

“What a lovely little bride I'll make, My dear, I'll look divine! Things are working out according to my ultimate design! Soon I'll have that little mermaid, and the ocean will be mine!” Azul gave out one of his famous cackles as he sighed dreamily, clearly enjoying his bath. That verse was engraved and carved into an old relic he found one day under the sea during one of his many excavations as a child, and he couldn’t help but wonder whose words were these? The words sent him into a nostalgic state although he had never heard of them before.

His lavender hair when it wasn’t styled in such a way was slippery and flowed straight down to the middle of his neck. The one bang which would remind anyone of a purple tentacle hung loose atop his head. Fathoms of bubbles and suds filled the top of the tub and spilled out onto the floor, slowly dripping down like the tentacles of his octopus counterparts , Azul was splashing and talking to himself and playing in the bath almost like a child.

His tentacles sprawled out against the waters and his back reclining against the porcelain tub. The purple and black colored appendages contrasting greatly. Azul remembered, the stories his mother told him about the Little Mermaid and the amazing Sea Witch Ursula. He was told of the wonders—the truth of what foam and bubbles and suds meant in theory to his merpeople. When he was in the bath how could he forget? Foam represented death to the ocean people, their bodies would reduce to foam like a human to ash. And to think he’s flailing and squirming within it for fun, not out of mourning but for ‘cleanliness’. It was a strange concept.

Jade brought the topic up once. Under the sea, they didn’t have such thing as Air Baths or Air pools like they do here. Not for fun or cleanliness. So what was the human’s deal? Azul knew that he shouldn’t question everything the humans on dry land did. He tried not anyways. So he sat down in deep thought for the remainder of his bath, basking in the makeshift saltwater ocean beneath him, he let himself go too easily, he became too vulnerable, thinking that he was in the real thing.

For a slight second—so quickly that Azul could have dismissed it as a shadow or a trick of the light and bubbles if he didn’t know better—a tentacle snaked out of the water, then quickly back in, like it had forgotten itself for a moment.

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inspired by Part of Your World by Liz Braswell and Disney’s Little Mermaid

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manifesting everyone on the Eng server a successful pull on the Ghost Marriage banner, whether you’re pulling for SSR Ace or SR Epel💍💕

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🎧Twisted Wonderland Character spotify playlists

click the links under each picture for character playlists made by me!💓 I update these daily!!!

Vibin in Leona’s room

dancing in the dark with Jamil Viper

magic carpet ride with Kalim Al- Asim

Midnight stroll with Malleus Draconia

waltz with Silver

private makeup session with pomefiore

swimmin’ in the evening with Octavinelle

Idia’s casual gaming playlist

A very merry unbirthday from Heartslabyul

Cater steals a kiss

Ace Trappola and chill

more playlists will be added whenever i make new ones!! comment who would you like to hear a playlist from 💓🎧

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Now Begin Thy Magic Spell: Vil Schoenheit character anthology story

warning: contains mild descriptions of blood and stabbing ‼️

Not really canon to storyline, just my own personal story I wrote…

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He gasped and jolted upwards, his slender and cleanly shaven legs tangled in the freshly heated blankets--courtesy of Pomefiore's Vice-housewarden. Beneath his body were damp and sweaty sheets which also remained cold from the sweat he just woke up in.

He shouldn't be awake. He had thirty minutes left on the alarm. His beauty rest required the full amount of time otherwise the process would remain futile! The eighteen year old housewarden only prayed that he did not awaken his dear freshman, Epel, who was next door with his outburst. Being that the walls were hardly thick enough to contain his light caterwaul. And if Rook wasn't busy hunting down Leona Kingscholar, the Vil was sure he would have came running to his aid.

Vil Schoenheit was having these awful dreams lately. Dreams that were kept confidential only because of his pride. Having to trouble someone else about your problems is not how a queen should behave in the slightest. A queen prefers to handle her own ordeals..solving them and keeping them concealed within. To ensure those around are not burdened. Not only that but Vil had no true solution to why the nightmares came, and why they wont go away.

His breath trembled and he allowed himself a moment of solace. He reached the edge of his canopy bed which was once beautifully and neatly made, now with purple velvet blankets and comforters sprawled across the mattress. Running his slender fingers which were freshly painted with violet and delicate golden gems adorning his middle finger nail. Standing from his spot on his bed, Vil practiced his breathing techniques he acquired from his private Yoga lessons that he managed to get Ignihyde's Idia Shroud to attend with him.

Vil thought that at the time, it would help improve Idia's anxiousness and steady his speech pattern. Stammering was NOT beautiful, Vil believed.

Each time Vil believed his nightmares were over, he would hear remnants of what he heard while in his sleep. The voice that echoed through his mind rang as loudly as the chandelier above his bed jingled, causing an eerie sound to seep through the third year's ears. The dream was trickling deep into his subconciousness and he wanted it dead. So he listened attenivley to what the voice in the dream said to him.

It was a man's voice. That much he knew. It sounded very familiar to that of the Dark Mirror, so often Vil associated the dream to perhaps his fate as housewarden of his beloved Pomefiore. The voice of the dark mirror was strong and steady and sent chills down his bones. Hearing the booming voice of said mirror reminded Vil of the Orientation and initiation of his soul into Night Raven college. His freshman year. He was sworn into the school and it all happened so fast. He remembered the chilling day all too well. The smell of magic was suffocating and the musky smell of the cashmere ceremonial robes that each student wore, he could hardly see with the hood covering his eyes, the chamber had a distinct aroma that only he could pinpoint. 'Sandalwood..vanilla...and the musk of each student's sweat as they awaited which dorm the Dark Mirror promised them.

Often the mirror sealed the fate of many. Many of the fates that the mirror revealed led to the demise and utter doom among many. Vil feared he shall be next. Why else would the mirror appear in his dreams.

He also remembered the second voice which was featured in the nightmare, the voice belonged to a woman. Her voice boomed through the dark chamber which she stood in front of the Dark Mirror and she was as regal as Vil. In fact, if Vil didnt know any better perhaps the woman within his dreams was the Fairest Queen--her tenacity was as radiant and true as the lifeless stoned statue which stood proud and tall within Night Raven's school courtyard.

In fact , her voice sounded so realistic, Vil could have sworn he heard her voice speak to him in this very room.

"Rise my reincarnation! For I shall lead you to the Promised Land." Vil jolted but immediatley relaxed and kept his composure, for showing any sign of fear was not beautiful at all. "Just a mere hallucination..that's all." Vil's hands trembled and he dared not to scream, but the body of a tall woman dressed in purple robes and a golden crown placed flat on her head emmerged from the golden vanity mirror to the right of his bed.

"Tis' not a dream! But reality, stand." Vil's heart raced and he managed to keep his composure, only the Great Seven themselves knew how he managed to do it. For the tenacity of the spirit standing before him only allowed him to replicate it and do the same. It was a moment of awe for the housewarden to say the least. How often does one get a close encounter with one of the Great Seven? Especially the one with whom your entire dorm was made on behalf of?

Vil Schoenheit could feel the tension immediately rise because once the queen fully came through the mirror and stood face to face with him, it was like a queenly face off. The two of them were both regal and elegant in their own respective way. Vil was still dressed in his night clothing, a violet lace v-neck shirt which was made up of the finest cotton and matching red satin pants which were the color of blood which he faintly remembers ordering one of his many managers to ensure that the hue of the pants were such.

"This is impossible--how are you here, your majesty?" Vil curtly bowed his head for more than three seconds because around Pomefiore's dorm..he was the queen.

When the Fairest Queen lifted a corner of her red lips into a slight smirk, she folded her arms up to her chest to seemingly size Vil up to which he never stood down from a challenge, especially when it came to beauty. He was ready at a moment’s notice. Vil was still as fairest as all of the other students in his school he liked to think, and even in his pajamas he was serving face and a domestic royal aesthetic.

Vil was also taller than the Fairest Queen, which she admired greatly, the queen had an eye for beauty and Housewarden Vil was exactly it. From the way his eyes slanted to stare her down to the way his feet were propped on the floors of his bedroom calmly, not backing down from whatever this was.

“I’m liking what I see…” The Queen circled around the handsome student and tapped her pale chin. “You’re perfection…the perfected successor, the perfect reincarnation, I approve.” The queen ran her slender fingers down Vil’s chiseled jaw which could easily break diamonds and Schoenheit rolled his eyes.

“Was there ever a doubt…your majesty?” He rested his right hand on his hip and stared at her with genuine curiosity. “What is your spirit doing here anyways? If I’m not mistaken…I believe you were in my dreams.”

“Right you are. I have been speaking to you via the dream world. The mirror gave me access to your consciousness and I merely invaded it for a while..” Vil folded his arms at that statement. Unsure if the queen was slowly becoming a threat to his own tenacity.

“My nightmares are the mirror’s gate to the dead, my pupil.” The queen gave a lowly chuckle as Vil rose a bleach blonde eyebrow. His thoughts told him that this was another dream, but for some reason it no longer seemed that way once the Queen reached for his hand.

Her fingernails felt like mini daggers, cold and sharp in which they dug into Vil’s clear and soft skin. He winced as she drew blood and the dark red sanguine oozed from the small scar she left. Vil pulled his arm away from the queen an reached for his magic pen. “And what was that for?!” His composure regrettably dropped for five measly seconds.

“Relax my child. For I am about to change your life completely. There is something I must reveal to you…the secret to your sucess.” At this, Vil could not help but become intrigued by the queen’s words.

Up close, you could for sure understand that the stories of the Fairest Queen, rang true. She was beautiful and walked with a fierceness wherever she went. Vil appreciated all things beauty, and beholding the Queen in his own time was a great privilege that he could not wait to tell Rook about later on. That is, if he’d stop chasing after Leona Kingscholar wherever they went.

“The secret…to my success?” Vil repeated, as if he was practicing a new language on his tongue. He tucked a strand of highlighted purple behind his ear. “I’m successful enough, what is this that you speak of?” He folded his arms as the Queen tightened her grasp on the housewarden causing him to wince and dare not grind his teeth together although her nails were for sure bruising him. Vil’s workout routine made the situation slightly better.

Exiting out of his bedroom with the queen, they trudged elegantly down the Pomefiore hallways. Both of them walked with the same elegance and grace, both heads held high and both had the mindset that they were fairest of them all.

“I’ll explain as soon as we get there. Now where do you keep your spells? Where’s the apothecary, my child?” The Fairest Queen urged, Vil was surprised none of his dormmates woke up from her voice. He realized she was referencing their private lab under the dorm.

“Ah…you mean the lab. That’s where I practice my private magic lessons. If you’re delighted to see what I’ve been conjuring up, I suppose I can show you.” Vil smirked, this time freeing his arm from her grasp easily and taking the older woman’s instead.

The queen liked Vil’s attitude. If only Snow White were this way. Wicked and mature. A face of regality and demands an audience wherever they went. She was charmed that her ‘reincarnation’, was everything she wanted.

“Please, if you don’t mind.” She followed Vil closely behind. Her demeanor was nothing like how Vil imagined. Maybe he was so used to seeing her as that stone statue in the courtyard. Actually interacting with the spirit was another.

Thinking about how almost impossible this whole ordeal was, Vil then pushed pass a curtain of purple drapes and revealed a secret gilded golden lever.

Once Vil pulled the secret lever, this allowed him to reveal a secret doorway that led to another room. He quickly closed it behind the Fairest Queen and hisself, only to ensure that sniveling dormmates could not enter—better yet, Yuu.

Now in the darkened chamber, he stepped up onto the platform at its center and grabbed hold of the queen, helping the older woman up to the platform, at this he pushed pass the curtains of what to his confusion the Queen’s most prized possession.

Almost dumbfounded, Vil could not understand how the Dark Mirror managed to make it’s way down to the secret room. It’s not like he took it from the chamber of mirrors from Crowley and placed it down here. No. The Evil Queen smirked at Vil and pushed past him.

“It’s quite alright my dear. This is not the Dark Mirror from your school. No, this is the exact mirror from my time period. The one which revealed to me the name of that wretched girl.” The Evil Queen’s eye makeup did not falter as she twitched her left eye in an annoyed fashion. She took a deep breath and flattened her gown before beckoning Vil to join her in front of said mirror.

Even though the Queen had seen the mirror so many times back in her old life, she had to admit…it’s been quite a while. To this very day, she was still in awe and amazement by how beautiful it was crafted. It’s m oval silhouette, the mirror took up almost an entire wall. Its frame—made of ebony and intricately gilded—was magnificent enough, but it was the snakelike gold rope wrapped around the frame that had first drawn her eye when she’d found the mirror hidden in her master’s shop. The rope lay smooth on the lower half of the mirror, but became more erratic and vine-like near the mirror’s top, where it seemed to breathe out of two serpents’ mouths like tongues.

The jewels that adorned the mirror, too, were worth more than any of the diamonds in the kingdom’s mines, which were now nothing but ruins. Ruins that previously, were said to have held the legendary Magestone, which aids in the school’s magic supply.

“I still dont quite understand.” Vil said to the Queen. “There are two Mirrors. One in our school and one that belongs to you. It is said that our mirror—the Dark Mirror does not lie. However, I am not sure about yours.” Vil tapped his chin. “Perhaps, one of them is, which is why your fate was sealed with such a tragedy.”

The Queen’s eyes lit up, her faith in his knowledge growing larger by the second. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, fairest. First I must awaken it. Then it shall reveal the root of your problems…chances are, they shall sound similar to mine.”

At that, the Queen closed her eyes, raised her arms, and heard the thunder and wind that were summoned with greater ease with each passing year. Lightning illuminated the room as she began to speak.

“Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space,” The Queen’s voice did not falter or tremble in the slightest. For sure presented herself with a great dominance and grace a true queen should have. At least, that’s what Vil thought. And he couldn’t believe his eyes for what he was about to see.

. “Through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face.” The mirror began to fog and an image began to take it’s form before Vil and the queen. Sometimes it came through rather smoky, or so fuzzy she felt like she was looking at it through a distorted piece of glass.

The same chilling mask of a face appeared before them. Vil once again remembered his first day at NRC.

“What wouldst thou know, my queen?” asked the mirror, sounding steady and strong. The mirror’s voice always had a profound effect on her, perhaps because she knew it was always right. There was also a smug satisfaction that came from knowing the mirror still bowed to her every whim.

She stood to the side and pointed towards the mirror and fanned Vil over towards her. “I’d like you to do the honors, Vil.” The Queen stood to the side and gave her signature wicked sneer but deep down, she was hella tired.

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?” Vil waited for the answer. And yet . . . “Famed is thy beauty, young Schoenheit. But, hold, a lovely young man I see,” the mirror replied. “School uniform cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee.” Vil’s blood ran cold. The nerve this mirror had. The nerve that the Queen had to bring him there, he tried to remain calm, but the answer had rattled him.

Before the queen could say anything, Vil clenched his fists, and harshly strikes against the side of the mirror, careful not the shatter the glass. Yet he feels that soon it shall become s possibility.

Before he demanded to hear this so called ‘fairest’ name, he already had an idea of who it was. “Reveal his name,” he demanded, understanding this was only delaying the inevitable. “Lips red as the rose, hair lavender as the flower from which it was grow , skin white as snow . . .” he didn’t wait for the mirror to finish.

“EPEL?!,” he gasped. Vil felt like all the air was being sucked out of his lungs. He tried to steady himself, exhaling slowly. Practicing his yoga techniques but this happened too fast. He was expecting that disgusting, sorry excuse of an influencer, Neige LeBlanch. Not that young potato, Epel. He although was tough to track and care for, Vil was slowly warming up to him. But now was not the time to warm up, he felt a twinge of wickedness in his heart, and not only because the student body deemed Epel more beautiful,

“So you see the error of my ways, child? I failed to do a way with the very thing vexing my soul…Had I done it earlier, quicker and on my own, I’d be known for more than my tenacity!” Her voice hitched at the end, her body ached and she could taste iron and within her own mind she relived her death. She did this often while in the sleeping death. She lived the moment when those seven meddling dwarfs and the woodland creatures chased her all throughout the glades and woodlands. The rain dropping like a sobbing maiden as her demise met her at the edge of Vulture’s cliff. The boulders squashing in her as the buzzards made dinner off of her remaining flesh.

“With me here, I shall prevent the same to occur to you. I know the error of my ways, don’t you see!” For once, the fairest Queen felt hope. Something in Vil’s violet eyes told her that there was a new era and it rested within Pomefiore. She grasped both of his hands into her older more experienced ones, this time she was gentle with him. Holding both hands into her own as if she was handling a baby, Vil was now seen as precious to her. He was the key to undoing her wrongs.

“What is it…that I must do?” Vil’s voice held the betrayal and shakiness that he never thought he could feel. Jealousy.

A wicked aura engulfed him it felt like and with a single swipe of the mirror, the once Fairest-turned Evil Queen revealed a dark room full of magic curses and spells and jars of ingredients to mix potions that man cannot even yet to fathom.

“We shall conjure the greatest potion. my child.” The Evil Queen strutted towards the wooden table and snatched from the bookshelf, her favorite tome. Quickly turning through each page, the book on the brink of falling apart due to how old it is, she had a eureka moment and excitedly pushed the book into Vil’s face.

“The Sleeping death.” He read out loud. It seemed like that spell was mostly for the experienced in magic and he was pretty up there in that department, especially because he is Housewarden, he is proud to say he conjured the most poison apple—resulting into a sleeping death curse.

Vil scoffed to himself, it was a wicked one. No matter how boyish and scruffy Epel attempted to make himself look, no matter how hard he tried to stray away from Pomefiore’s practices…he still remained fairest. Far more fair than Vil and it was driving him mad. What was the point? The point of all of these photoshoots, followers on Magicam and admirers if the mirror itself reveals the true nature of the world?

“This is only the first step my child, into the world of cruelty. The betrayal of it all. These subjects—these followers…” The Queen whispered into Vil’s ear but it was loud enough to not even be considered a whisper. She circled around Vil as she watched him use his magic pen to materialize something far more fitting for the occasion to wear. It looked similar to his dorm uniform, however the sleeves draped longer and it resembled the Fairest Queen’s outfit more, with a long drape veil with beautiful purple lace designs on the front of it, his face concealed from the world until he carried out his desired mission.

“They all claim to love you. To follow you to the ends of the earth as you start your conquest in beauty. They admire you from afar.” She filled his head with these thoughts. “As if they love you.”

Vil turned facing the mirror which the being trapped inside the mirror no longer was there but instead Vil’s own reflection. If only he could remember how beautiful he truly is.

Gripping the ends of the veil, he lifted it over her head. He glared, flinching away from his own beautiful reflection. The world didn’t deserve to see Vil Schoenheit at his best. Why give them his best when his best wasn’t good at all?

“They don’t love you Vil. I do. And I’m here to show you, prepare you for this wretched world…provide you the necessary feelings involved in growing your beauty empire. I wont let you make the same mistake I win…allowing these wolves in sheep’s clothing to take what’s yours. What’s rightfully yours. You gave your all, and now you’ve got nothing left.”

Vil felt the familiar drip of cold liquid against his back, against his neck and forehead. He also felt the sharp scratches of the queen’s dagger like nails as they dug into his wrists again, drawing even more blood than before. “You’ve got nothing left, fairest.” She whispered as Vil felt his body react negatively, he began to sweat and he felt suffocated, he couldn’t breathe and the cool of the liquid was replaced by heat.

His voice became hoarse as he tried to scream for the veil to be removed, unsure of how it got on his head before. He tried to reach for it but was gripped away by the Fairest Queen. He thrashed back and forth until he made hisself dizzy, he grasped onto the queen’s violet gown, hoping for some leverage but he collapsed onto the hard cobblestone ground. Until he opened his eyes.

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He finally let out a shriek and grasped for the body standing next to the bed. Vil looked up at the person standing next him which was none other than Leona Kingscholar. The housewarden of Savannahclaw. His emerald green eyes staring down at the Pomefiore housewarden with so many mixed emotions that Vil was too tired to read.

Vil’s body was drenched in sweat and his face smeared with eyeshadow, liner and tears. He felt against his jaw and forehead for the veil he could’ve sworn he was wearing but such a thing did not even exist.

“Tch…finally, you’re awake.” Leona folded his arms. “Listen, I’ve been waitin’ for you to get up for a while now. And I thought I was a heavy sleeper…” The lion beastman gently pushed Vil closer to the left side of the bed as he climbed in next to Vil. Ignoring the sweat which sprawled against the sheets.

“Why’re you here Leona? Where’s the queen!?“ Vil shot up from the bed but was immediately pushed back down by Leona.

“Just chill for a bit…yeah?” The Lion didn’t even sound annoyed as he usually does with Schoenheit. Perhaps he heard a few things as he was dreaming. Watching Vil cry and wriggle in his sleep tugged at Leona in a way he refused to expand on.

“How’d you get in here?” Vil’s voice was hoarse, he felt disgusted in himself. Embarrassed. How could he let Kingscholar see him like this? But at this point, after what happened in that dream, Vil couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Hunt let me in, after he stalked me for quite a damn bit…what a damn nuisance.” Leona shook his head. “But we were supposed to practice for the Fairy Gala remember? There was something you wanted to show me because my struts weren’t Vil approved.”

Vil completely forgot about the Fairy Gala.

“Something tells me you’d rather stay here though, and I ain’t complaining…” Leona yawned loudly and stretched onto the bed as Vil stared down at him. He then managed to get out of bed and reach his private bathroom, where he stared at himself in the mirror and admittedly cried to hisself for a decent few seconds until he collected himself. He cleaned his face and applied fresh makeup and tended to his hair. He later washed up to clean off the sweat and felt like new.

Truthfully, Vil’s dream did teach him a valuable lesson. The lesson will soon become relevant within his life when he least expects it but for now he was able to answer the question on everybody’s mind regarding the queen’s comment about love. That no one loves him just the idea of his beauty which is fleeting.

love in itself is a phase. its a cruel game on those clinging onto the idea that someone finds them desirable.

Vil wanted the world to desire him and although it was just a dream it felt so real to him. So real that he decided to ensure he is loved forever. He didnt want to give them the chance. The chance to make him feel loveless, so he’ll build upon their love. Remove the things in his life that could tarnish the world’s love for him. Starting with his darling potato, Epel.

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©Diasomnia-Dreams

dedicated to Jen Calonita and Marissa Meyer .thank you for the inspiration behind the Evil Queen and the amazing quotes.

thanks for reading everyone. This is only part one in a series of anthology stories im writing for my favorite Twst characters💗

hope you enjoyed. btw, this takes place in the middle of the Fairy Gala event (steal the show) if you’re wondering.

sorry for the out of character, i was practicing on my characterization for Vil and Leona. I’m still getting there :)