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[lustlovehart]

Weapons I think the Monster Reversed!Cast would have. This is just for me to keep track + World building. I looove world building, guys! This all started because I was writing something else 😭. Edit: This was just supposed to be a list, Idk why I wrote so much.

Featuring: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Leona, Jack, Ruggie, Azul, Floyd, Jade, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Epel, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Lilia, Reader, Rollo, Fellow, Skully, Neige, Chenya

CW: Monster!Reader has an interest in [character], hints of possession, slight fluff, violence, weapons, some parts have Reader eating a person/monster, Reader breaks into bedrooms, stitching (Neige), Reader isn't heavily hunted by MH!Cast/Neutral truce?, threats, biting, Reader doesn't speak in full sentences

MH!Riddle - Sword, one adorned with beautiful detailing, made of scarlet iron. It gives off some sort of righteous vibe, and he'd prefer it simply because swords were used by knights to uphold the law before monsters grew in population. You saw him taking out a couple of beasts while eating some poor sap. It was kind of mesmerizing watching him swing the thing with such practiced ease. You had to leave, but the sense of disappointment that you couldn't watch more lingered. You broke into his room and saw the sword by his side. A little obsessive, however, his work is so pretty, you don't mind. "Red hair... Fight... Really pretty..." He opens his eyes and stares at where you once were, his mouth agape, and he processes what you said. The trainings afterwards consist of him asking Jamil and Vil how to use his weapon in both elegance and functionality. Next time you see him fight, he makes sure to put his practice to good use. He also tries purposefully outshining everyone else. By the time anyone else tries talking to you, he's shooing you off before they get the chance, insisting he'll show you more if you ignore everyone else.

MH!Ace - Twin-Blade. I'd like to think that because he's so good with his hand, he can spin that thing like crazy. He most definitely tries flaunting his skills to everyone, even more so when you're around. The moment he senses you somewhere in the dark on a mission, the number of times he spins, swings, and hits the beast increases by three. He's using both sides of the blade with such practiced ease, the others on the hunt are wondering why he didn't join sooner (Deuce knows what he's doing, because he can smell you too.) By the time he's done, he's already looking into the shadows, hoping you'll be smiling with praise...! You're not there. He's deflating with disappointment and is ready to go back to the headquarters before someone screams. Honestly? He's kind of over it, but he readies his blade anyway. He's about to chuck his weapon and go home, before Deuce gasps. That's different. Even more so when he drops his gauntlets and takes a few steps forward, finally earning Ace's curiosity. He turns—You're inches from his face. "... Showoff... But... Fun."... Ace goes back with a pep in his step while everyone else broods. As long as your attention is on him, he doesn't mind at all.

MH!Deuce - Gauntlets. You’ve seen him wreck a couple of monsters real good with them. He swings so fast that a regular person could never predict where his next punch is coming from. People have tried, but they've never succeeded. He's so absorbed in his training that whenever you appear, he always seems to almost hit you. He'll redirect it last minute. The first time you suddenly showed up right in front of him, he couldn't move his fist in time. His mind is racing with panic at the prospect of hitting you. It's what he wished for in the beginning, but... Now? If he sees you in pain, he might as well be punching himself, too. No one or no thing has ever managed to dodge—Oh hey, you caught it!... You caught it?! Other than a slight wince in pain, you don't seem too bothered... Though to be fair, he didn't put his all into that, and you know that. You only feel a slight pain on your palm, yet Deuce is sitting you down and tending to it like you've been wounded. Any time any other hunter comes close, he warns them to stay away. A part of you thinks that's due to more than just your hand...

MH!Cater - A Mace. It's a good contrast. Mostly because monsters don't expect to see Cater with one due to his bubbly exterior. You surely didn't. He combats it with paint, making the handle a little prettier. You're not sure if it really works, considering it's still a spiky pall of metal he swings at beasts. You snuck in while he was sleeping, with a makeshift keychain, and stuck it on the handle. You're not sure if it suits his taste, but it doesn't matter. He's trying to kill you anyway (That's what you think), might as well have a pretty weapon do you in. When he wakes up, his room smells like you, and he knows exactly where that gift came from. The next time you witness him fighting, he's talking about just how adorable his mace is now! Everyone else isn't too surprised about his before... It's just a little unnerving to watch him do it while fighting some giant beast.

MH!Trey - a Shotgun. He wields it in such a way that it makes it seem like he doesn't wish to shoot it. He'll use the back of the gun to hit monsters before using the barrel on them like a guillotine. He only ever uses it when necessary. You're amazed it hasn't broken. But to be fair, that's due to your efforts. He doesn't know (He does. He just plays innocent) that you're the one fixing it up while he sleeps. Though... You're methods aren't exactly the correct way to fix a gun; he still uses it with pride. The only time he's broken the act of feigning slumber is when you tried eating a match to use your mouth as a blowtorch. There was a small crack you believed you could meld together. He was initially worried for your safety... His worry seems to have been misplaced when he sees you actually do it. "Huh... I didn't think that would work..." You blow a small puff of smoke his way, earning a heartfelt smile. He still pretends to sleep, but that's because every time he does, he can feel you blow fire at him. If he imagines hard enough, it's like a kiss to his forehead.

MH!Leona - A Battle Axe. It's not too heavy, but it packs enough damage for him to slice something down real quick. Not too heavy is an understatement, however, as it's not too heavy for him. Most of the other people who try can only lift it for a few seconds before dropping it. Luckily, you're not a part of the most. You were probably taking a bite of some low-ranking troll when he appeared out of nowhere. You throw the piece of meat away while you furrow your eyebrows at him. He's obviously annoyed with something; you can see it in the way he snarls. You can't ask what's wrong, though, because his head is on your lap before you can sound it out. The axe propped on the tree trunk next to you falls down, and he's about to lunge back up before it hits you (He's not ready for you to die), you've already caught it. Your hand bleeds from holding it by the blade. The rest of the day is him secretly admiring you while your hand plays with his hair. He'll never admit that, however.

Monster & MH!Jack - A War Hammer. He'd probably like the challenge of having to build up his muscles to hold and swing it around. When you first saw him wield it (MH), which was after a year of knowing him (He never told you what he wielded before), he felt pride swell at the way your mouth dropped in amazement at him holding such a giant thing. When you see him wield it as a monster, he definitely swung it at you, and only missed because you dodged it like nothing. Ever since you kept in mind not to let that thing hit you, because he cracked the boulder next to you, 6 times your size, with ease. After finally getting to know you, he sees the way your eyes linger on his hammer. He makes sure not to bring it whenever you two are together. In the cases where you appear during a mission, he'll drop the weapon and start fighting with his fists. He doesn't want to send his hammer your way.

MH!Ruggie - Throwing stars. He has a multitude of different kinds, with different shapes and sizes. Sometimes you can see him dip it in different substances. You can see him use a blow dart too sometimes. The sight of a different person's name on it, though, tells you it's not originally his. You confront him about it when he opens his bedroom door to see you hanging upside down from his window. The shock of your appearance has him dropping all the boxes he was previously holding, earning a curse under his breath. He watches you play with both the blow dart and his throwing stars before finally asking why you're here. Ruggie rushes towards the window, watching you drop from above. But you effortlessly land on the ledge, earning a relieved exhale from his lips. He was entirely ready to catch you. "Stolen...?" So that's what this is about. He tells you it's not stolen; he simply gave it a better home. The person who had it before seemed to not care for it much if they just left it there. He can tell you don't believe him by the way your brows furrow. His eyes widen when his own throwing stars rush by him, you being the perpetrator. He's about to ask what that was for, but you're leaning in, catching his words in his throat. "I'll get... Ruggie better one..."

MH!Azul - Trident. But he's fully capable of wielding heavy weapons like Jack and Leona's. He just... Can't hold them for very long. He gets tired too easily. His strength is amazing, you're just shocked at how lacking his stamina is. He's second only to Idia. On solo missions, you tag along, and he does everything in his power to avoid eye contact. Not because he wishes to not look at you, no, that's one of the few things he wishes to do. It's because... He's currently using his weapon as a cane to go up the mountain. He had no idea...! This ruins the atmosphere he wished to have with you on this job...! How is he supposed to play the part of a gentleman when he can barely make it up this mountain while you're walking along as if this isn't torture? He stiffens when he feels a presence next to him, ready to warn you to step away. By the time he looks though, it turns out to be you... His sense is so scrambled he can't make out what's a threat... "Carry... Azul?" He couldn't possibly. He has pride; he refuses. His posture straightens, and he acts as if he's regained all his energy. You don't believe him, but you watch him remove that trident from the floor and carry it like the true hunter he is. You can't help but tease him for the sudden shift. "... Azul is... Strong... Maybe... Can carry me too?"... He carries you bridal style all the way up the mountain, all of his fatigue seemingly gone. You have no idea how he did it...

MH!Floyd - A kusarigama. He might be one of the few hunters who actually scare you with the way he handles his weapon. Of course, they all have that smug look on their face when they take down a monster. Watching him swing the chain around and use the blade is entertaining, yes, but... he's just way too good at it. Sometimes he looks bored when he swings the chain around a beast's neck to pull them in and end the job; in fact, you prefer it that way. He gets scarier when he's in a giggling fit and takes down multiple at once. He'll come up to you afterward and ask if he can catch you like that. Before you know it, the chain is wrapped around you, and he's pulling you in as he whispers. You're about to bite him out of panic, only stopping when he shouts 'just kidding!' and hugs you closer. He laughs when you don't break out of the chains despite their weak grasp on you. His laughter dies down when your hands "reluctantly" wrap around him.

MH!Jade - Two Kukri Machetes. He almost looks more like a monster than you do when he wields them. There's a certain glint in his eyes when he successfully dispatches monsters. It's somehow even scarier than Floyd's. Whenever you attempt to hang out with him, he's always sharpening his blades with the most courteous of smiles. It's frightening, but that might be due to your nature as a monster. You're sitting in a forest, letting Jade feed you all the mystery forages from the wilderness. You think he might be testing which ones are poisonous on you. You won't die and you get free food, so it's a win o you. Though if you show any signs of distress or change, he'll gently open your mouth and have you spit it out. Not without a double-edged remark, however. "What a strong stomach. Perhaps I should let you eat it. I might find your weakness." He never does go through with his claim. You were too preoccupied with him to even notice you were being stalked, not seeing that he's thrown one of his Machetes at a monster, it's only when he says "Oh my, well that's no good..." and chucks his second one without even looking, do you notice. An extremely rare occurrence for you. Just how focused on eating did Jade have you? "Hm? Why, they were looking at you like a feast. It seems they had no idea who you were... Pity. Though it's no matter." You watch his hand reach for yours, placing a flower in your palm. "I wish to be the only one who truly knows you."

MH!Kalim - Bo Staff. It doesn't do harsh damage, but the speed he spins it at is dangerous, paired with fluidity similar to Jamil’s. Not enough to kill, but enough to incapacitate. Truth be told, Kalim’s never actually killed a monster. You’ve seen him knock them out, he's just... never gone for a finishing blow. It makes you wonder if he doesn’t know they’re not dead… There have been a couple of instances where he walks away, unassuming of the monstrosity that lunges at him. They only stop because you step between them, your eyes looking down on it. The amount of times you’ve had to step in and finish the job for him is too much, especially for someone meant to be killing monsters. Even Jamil steps in for him when you can’t. It should be a hint for him, yet he’ll simply hug you tight, joyous that you’re there. You wonder if it’s on purpose or not.

MH!Jamil - Chakrams. While several hunters have mesmerized you with the way they fight, you think Jamil has you watching him the most. He incorporates such a fluid movement when he throws his weapon, and even when he simply uses it in hand-to-hand combat, that you’ve sat for hours in the shadows watching him train. Weirdly enough, you want him to use them on you. You’re curious about being on the receiving end of such deadly blows. If you bring it up, he'll consider it simply because you want it. But his aim is so scarily accurate, he fears he might truly hit you if he tries. So instead, he teaches you how to use them. Which, he definitely shouldn't do, considering his occupation. He just can't help the way you seem to perk up with the monstrous charm when you actually do it. At this point, he might as well use his weapon for hypnotization so you'll never disappear for days on end again. He thinks he likes the way your eyes light up with genuine enjoyment when he's around, however, so he'd rather not.

MH!Vil - A Spear. It defeats some practicality, but he always makes sure to polish its barrel while adorning it in beauty. Yes, once it breaks, he'll get a new one; despite it, he'll always pay careful attention to it. You must say, he definitely has the prettiest weapon(s) among everyone in the foundation. He probably caught you staring at it one time when he returned to his room, the curtains shut, while you sat on his bed. Typically, he prefers for nobody to dirty his sheets, and he thinks you know that. He assumes so, considering his shower seems to be freshly used. Your nail taps the blade once, before moving to the engraving on its handle. Transparent fabrics wrap everything together neatly. You don't seem to notice him at all. A sure sign that you don't truly see him as a threat. "Haven't you been taught not to touch others property?" You perk up at the sound of his voice. A little too late, however, as once you turn, he's gone. You feel the spear being taken from your hand, and by the time you look, Vil is inches from your face. He turns the blade to point at you, and if you didn't know any better, he would plunge it into your chest at this moment. He uses the other end to open the curtains, allowing the moon to hit your features. "I shouldn't be very surprised, though." You remain silent when he places his hand next to where you sit. "You are a monster after all."

MH!Epel - He wanted to use gauntlets originally. After joining Vil... He was made to use a weaponized Shield. He's actually so disappointed in it. He could have at least gotten a cool blade, like literally everybody else. Why is he the only one without some offensive weapon!? You listen to him complain to himself about it as you sit in the dark. You don't think he realizes that he quite basically is using the shield as offense... He's charging full force into full brutes, knocking them back. By the time they're back up and ready to lunge at him, he's already turned it over and dropped the thing full force on their head. A brutal sight, yet he's still complaining how lame it is... He jumps when you appear by his side, your eyes looking him up and down. "You can't see..." Your clawed finger taps his bicep, "Strong now... Good at shield."... He learns to be more appreciative of it.

MH!Rook - Bow and Arrow (Are we surprised?). You've actually purposefully broken at least five of his bows to see if he has to buy a new one. He pulled one from under his pillow, and you have no idea why it was there. Easily the best marksman in the business. He's shot arrows near you multiple times, and each instance, you believe he's finally decided to really hunt you down, only to look at the multiple poems stuck on the shaft and see that wasn't his intent. You've taken your revenge by outlining his sleeping body with these same arrows. He woke up in the middle of the night, pleasantly surprised by your gift, serenading you about your generosity... The next day was spent trying to eat in peace while a poetic hunter lavishes you with admiration. You don't put up much resistance when he rests his head on your shoulder and leaves his hat on top of you.

MH!Idia - Scythe. Though not as proficient with it as Reaper!Idia, still decently skilled. You were there when he first chose the weapon, actually. Way before you had personally met any of the monster hunters. You were hanging from a tree while he was in his room, flipping through his choices. He chose the scythe because it looked the coolest and reminded him of a character from a story he liked. He had his doubts with how flashy a weapon it is. After you finally met, you asked him about it, and he turned pink at how embarrassing that was. You... You saw him fanboy over how cool a weapon is... You let him ramble about all the confidence points he lost with you as you pat his back. If you insist, the scythe is interesting, he'll go back to crazing over it. If you go even further and compliment him? He either goes into full-fledged self-assurance or a ball of fluster. You have to pat him on the back either way, though. When you're out of sight, he begins cursing out everyone else, because the idea of you doing that to anybody other than him...? Everyone awakens to an ominous letter detailing all of their suspicious purchases the next day.

MH!Malleus - The only one fully capable of fighting with his bare fists. Though if need be, he'll fight with weapons, which is most of the time, as he seems to cause more damage without them. He never has a set one, always changing. He's still proficient with all of them, however. His pure strength alone is a testament to his formidability to others. Some workers don't even wish to be in his proximity, fearing he might touch them; Except for you. Despite the bounty on your head and him supposedly being on the hunt for you, you let him touch you as much as he wishes. You should fear that one day he'll turn on you and claim his reward, yet here you are, allowing him to curiously touch every monstrous feature of yours without struggle. You've seen his deadly ability; it's just the tender feeling of his hands moving through your features that overpowers it. Fortunately for you, you're the only monster he'll ever touch like that, and he hopes he's the only hunter to touch you like this too.

MH!Silver - A Lance. A weapon that should typically be wielded on a horse, which he does do, yet he also handles it on the ground perfectly fine. It's even much larger on his person, only furthering the impressiveness. Despite the giant weapon, he still takes down monsters with a certain kindness, gently putting them down when they fall. When you ask him why, he glanced once at his weapon before softly telling you, "They didn't ask to be monsters." You're silent at his answer, glancing down when his hand takes yours, and once more in that sweet tone, "You didn't, right?" The silence in your reply fails to answer his question, leaving ambiguity in the truth of your existence. He doesn't voice any form of disappointment, however, instead, he hands you his large weapon, allowing your clawed fingers to grip its hilt. Anyone else would fear a monster to attack them when unarmed, yet he isn't, not at all. With the softest of smiles, he comforts you. "I think... You're the nicest of all."

MH!Sebek - A Rapier. He insists it shows off his skills better. It's not big and boorish like others; he could quite easily carry that, but neither is it small and evasive, though he could easily dispatch those as well. His specific sword makes each strike of his look like a sting. You think he enjoys how fast it makes him look. You probably grew curious about whether it was him or just the sword that made him look fast, though, and took hold of its hilt. He's quick to bust in and tell you not to dirty his weapon with your heinous touch. "You definitely ate something with those hands!"... And he's not necessarily wrong... But you don't give it back, you insist on examining it further, earning more of his temper. He's about to start yelling when he sees your claw scratch his blade. "How Dare—! Oh...?" When you give it back to him, his name is engraved on the steel, a (human) heart drawn next to it. "This is quite nice...! Why... is there a heart next to it....?!" His determination to not let anyone else touch his sword increases after that

MH!Lilia - Two Kama's. He uses them to tend a garden in Diasmonia's quarters. Yet, they also double as his signature weapon. You're sure that he's probably cut wheat right after a mission, earning the ire of other hunters at their crops being sullied with monster... It doesn't matter, though, as no one eats the food he makes with such ingredients. His cooking is bad, yes, but you think it only worsens in the eye of a human because he skillfully used those same tools to successfully dispatch twenty different beasts... But... You're the only one who can stomach his cooking. It's not the best thing you've ever eaten, yet it's also not the worst. Except, you actually do like his cooking. That alone has earned you the entire foundation, as well as regular civilians you're close with, to repeatedly ask you if you're okay and perform regular medical checkups on you to see if you're fine. When you say you are, they don't really believe you... Yet the way you return to the kitchen to dutifully help him cook his horrendous dishes has them second-guess... They all go on a mission to cook better (worse) than him.

MH!Reader - Dagger(s. They've got like 16 strapped on them, all with different designs and uses). It's what I usually picture them with, BUT I do think they would have experience with things such as swords and bows. But you can imagine them with anything, really.

Modern!Reader - Pepper spray and a Taser. Both are mostly ineffective against monsters 💀. In times of desperation, they flash their camera and start screaming really loudly.

Monster!Rollo - A Dagger. He's actually more efficient with any type of weapon, mostly the bow. If anything, it actually hinders him more, but he insists on it because he wants to use the same weapon as you, so he knows what to do if you need help with your daggers. He practices extra so you'll always come to him when you need help with training. As long as no one else teaches you, it'll be okay.

MH!Rollo - A Bow, as he no longer has a reason to practice with daggers. He's still proficient with all types, though. He has a penchant for dipping the tips of his arrows in holy water. He double dips when he knows he's going to see you. He triple dips when he sees you in person. And he sighs when he misses all his shots (Whether that's because you're too fast or if he unconsciously misses, however, is a mystery.)

Human Fellow - His Debt. The first time he met you, out of fear, he started throwing his bills and taxes at you. It worked. Not because you were hurt, but because you were asking why he was giving you his bills. "I... Can't... Pay..." ... He was genuinely amazed you focused on that and not him throwing papers at you.

Human Skully - His photos of you, or more specifically, his photo book. He's actually spiritually hurt whenever he does that to the pictures, apologizing as if they were actually you. Yet, he keeps doing it because in his mind, it means you'll always be there for him and vice versa. Imagine his shock when he's about to hit a monster he came across by chance with his photo book, only for you to take a bite out of it. You really are lovely, aren't you?

Human Neige - A Medkit. Not very proficient, and quite ironic that he uses something meant to heal as a weapon. Sometimes, monsters come through, and the real hunters miss them. You probably had a limb get cut off, and while it would probably come back, he was diligently stitching it back on you. You're about to have a snack of the measly goblin that walks over, but you don't even have the chance before he's closing his kit and smacking it over the head. You pronounce him dead on the scene, and he smiles at you as if he didn't do anything at all...

Human Chenya - His Jacket. He never wears it, save for wrapping it around his hips. So imagine your surprise when you're trying to sleep and you wake up to five other monsters lying on the ground five feet away, with Chenya resting his head on your lap.

Jamil's weapon had me going down a rabbit hole; it's so cool (..＞◡＜..) also, I love the thought of Monster!Reader breaking into bedrooms/watching the MH!Cast and not doing a single thing. Is it stalkerish? Yes. But it also reminds the cast you’re completely capable of taking them when they’re unprepared. You’ve had multiple chances to kill them, yet you haven’t. Really shows both Readers' threat, and their urge to know why you are the way you are.

Surprise, surprise, Jade's was the longest. I hate him so much, oh my goshhhhh (￢_￢)

[lustlovehart]

The heart yearns for Jade Leech and so...

You make Jade Leech’s heart beat wildly out of control. For coral's sake, he has no idea why, but you just do. Of course, he's quite used to the facade he's so carefully curated since childhood. Always a gentleman with the occasional burst of mischief.

That won't change so easily when around you. His face is courteous as he asks how your day is. All while you ask him what form of scam he wishes to swindle you in. His skin is just as pale as it typically is, his smile never faltering. His hand will be on his chest as he asks if you're free later on. Why? To assist with the lounge, of course. Yes, no other reason. Yet, his smile ever so wavers when you walk away, suspicion in your answer.

And that's when it hits.

His typically smooth, cool skin is replaced with a warmth that's unfamiliar in the sea. His smile appears and disappears as he slightly chews on his lips. His hand can feel his heart beat through the layers of cloth on his person. Slowly, he pulls off his glove and puts his fingers on his pulse, feeling the steady hum of his cadence through his skin. He walks in the opposite direction, snapping his fingers as he recalls what his test is on.

Well, maybe he does know. He's not naive, not in the least. But he doesn't understand why the organ in his chest is inclined to do that. And so, the only way to conduct his little investigation is to explore the cause directly.

And so begins Jade's little side assignment - staying by your side until your heart beats the same way.

Cue the stereotypical rom-com plot, where Jade's insistence has you realizing there's much more to him, and you slowly start falling. Maybe the realization strikes when Jade tells you about how lonely life was in the Coral Sea, and slowly looks at you as he tells you how much livelier it is now. And now, your heart beats at the same quick pace as his does when you're around each other.

[lustlovehart]

I miss writing for Octotrio sm </3 Here are stupid things Octavinelle does when they're in love.

Azul Ashengrotto

He immediately offers up a trade when you complain about literally anything. He doesn't do it intentionally to get something back from you. He's just stuck like that... It leads to you thinking he just needs you to sell your firstborn or something. He's not. It's just instinct :(

He inked you once, and he's never recovered since. Little does he know that's one of the few things he's done that you actually thought was cute...

Sometimes he looks at official school photos just to look at you. He looks at your own accounts too... but he just needs more. (It's really pathetic). He posted a picture the school had taken of the two of you on Mostro Lounge's official Magicam page once. He deleted it immediately, but his hands were sweaty the entire time... hopefully... no one saw. (You saw it btw)

Practices flirting/asking you out in the mirror. Like, seriously. Has every possible reply planned in his head too. Imagine finger guns but even more embarrassing somehow.

Also practices the way he wants to slow dance with you, too. Pretends you're there and everything. You caught him once when you came to Mostro Lounge late at night to ask him something. He gave you the key in hopes you'd trust him... turns out that exact action has led to the downfall of his romantic pursuit.

Buys new clothes he thinks could match your aesthetic in case one day you ever want to match with your... heh... boyfriend. You then confessed a month later that none of your current clothes match your style from home because you're a broke college student who can't afford new clothes. It's okay... He'll just buy them for you :). And you immediately reject him because you're not gonna go into fish debt just for clothes. He cries in his room.

Jade Leech

Came close to licking you one time, but successfully restrained himself... Only because you glared at him and called him a weirdo. He smiled when you did. You really are the only one for him, aren't you? (It won't be the only time btw)

You somehow break his perfect gentlemanly poise, and he trips in front of you often. Sometimes, even right into you. It's because he's looking at you the entire time he walks.

Sometimes mutters insults you've thrown away under his breath when he wants to think of you. Which is often. So, most times, if people stand close enough when he's busy, they just hear, "... Your face is shaped like a mushroom from how often you think about them..." and go ???.

When he's out on a nature hike, he imagines you're right next to him and talks like he's talking to you. He also spins like a princess as he converses with you in his head. And somehow... he gets the conversations spot on. Isn't even shocked when you finally accept an invite, and it goes exactly the way he thought.

Is actually 3x as bad when it comes to jealousy compared to Floyd. He's just way better at masking it before it gets really bad. He takes his feelings out by taking care of his terrariums. He's named a couple after you, actually... [Name] 1, [Name] 2, Prettiest person ever, Funniest person ever, Most entertaining ever. Really stupid names... but they're automatically pretty because they're you, he guesses. At least he's aware.

Imagines you giving him good morning kisses when he wakes up. Kinda backfires, though, because you're... you know... not giving him good morning kisses. Puts him in a bit of a sour mood, to be honest...

Floyd Leech

He stares at you with his mouth open like he's ogling you. It's 50/50. He kind of is, but he also just likes looking at you when he's bored, even when you're not there to be looked at. (Since eels have bad eyes, he's also probably squinting the whole time, so it just looks like he's glaring at you)

Sometimes, depending on how he thinks of you during the day, he makes food he thinks would taste like you (If you were food). If you got mad at him, you're spicy. If you did something he thought was kind of adorable, sweet. If you were entertaining, savory. If you were upset at him, shiitake mushrooms, to punish himself... (He eats one and gets rid of it though cuz, gross)

Gets jealous over anyone who talks to you while also forgetting who they are in the moment somehow. Asked you, "Who's that?" one time, and you had to deadpan "... Sam." He did it again and, "... Floyd. That's the barista of the cafe we've been going to for a month now."

Actually licks you. He's into the way you don't care. (You do care, but reacting will give Floyd a reason to come back and bother you more.) (It's a trick. Either reaction makes him wanna come back to you.)

Has the exact opposite of Jade's tripping problem. The moment you're in his vicinity, his back straightens out, and even he doesn't know why. It kinda pisses him off cuz everyone else notices and thinks he's getting nervous. Okay, like, yeah, he kinda is cuz he's 100% in love with you, but bro, he's not trying too...! It leads to him walking properly in the halls and having people talk. The only way it gets fixed is if you pull him back down for him.

Actually gets really embarrassed if you just straight-up compliment him. No build-up, no joking, just straight admiration. "Hey Shrimpy—" "You look good today, Floyd." and you're gone. "...W-Wha?" and it's always in public. You're really ruining his rep here...!

All of them

They smell you. Like, a lot. And you notice it too. Floyd and Jade are shameless. But Azul will immediately want to curl into a ball and die.

Somehow, someway, poised men like Jade and Azul, and someone who talks so easily like Floyd, have stuttered when talking to you. The moment they notice it, they're leaving. It's so embarrassing...

Everyone has caught them staring at a picture of you for an unreasonable amount of time.

It's hard to come up with embarrassing scenarios for the tweels cuz they have no shame... Azul, on the other hand... He's so pathetic it's perfect <3

[otterkarimu]

・・・・・𝐘𝐔𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀 .ᐟ ❞

✦ 𝐭𝐰/𝐜𝐰 : swearing/cuss words, protective scarabia duo, jamil telling someone to die, slight scarabia student b x reader

꒰ঌ ⋮ author note : made this bcs i love the scarabia duo <3 might do this with the other dorms!

sunday, august 16th '26 © otterkarimu on tumblr

[s3ishironagiofficial]

Couldn't Get Away

[They won't let you leave them alone, to ponder on what could have been]

Ace Trappola:

Everything had been perfect y'know, he had planned everything out for weeks, he wanted it to be perfect. Needed it to be.

He was really scared too, scared that you would say no, scared to commit, but he persevered, he didn't pull back last minute, he followed his plan through to the end, he really did, even gave himself a mental pep talk before asking you.

Asking you to be his.

He didnt know it, since he could even look at you while confessing his love for you, but, your face was one of surprise, and then, it shifted into, something different.

You smiled at him, but it wasn't a happy smile, it was, like, you knew something he didn't, understood something he couldn't.

"Oh, Ace... y'know, I really like you too, I like you a lot, honestly." You looked at the ground as you spoke, you had something else to say, but Ace let himself live in his grandeur illusion for just a moment longer, Ace thought you were just shy though, he eagerly placed one of his hands on top of yours though

"Really?" Ace looked over at you, in your peripherals, you could almost see the hearts in his eyes, and his hand became clammy.

.

You had always been the kind of person to rip off the band-aid. It was one of your best qualities. But now, hearing your words, he hated it, your voice, usually so sweet to his hears, felt like it was stabbing chest.

"But, we can't be together, I... I know we can't work out."

What.

"I'm practically an alien, I don't even legally exist here either. I don't have an identity outside of being the magic less prefect of Ramshackle. And I don't want to drag you down with my situation."

No...nononono, this can't be happening, you can't be saying this, this can't be real, there's no way, right?

"Plus, when I go home, I'll... probably never get to see you again, and it wouldn't be right to either of us to start dating, just to have to seperate. I wouldn't want to do that to you."

"I'm sorry Ace."

You slip your hand from his, get up and walk away, leaving him on the bench where you two sat together just moments ago.

How could this have happened, he poured his feelings out to you, opened his heart to you, and, and it was all for nothing.

Because of... because of that damn mirror, because you just had to go home huh? What could possibly be so amazing back there that you would leave him?

He didn't care what he had to do to keep you, to hear yes from you lips.

.

.

And care, he didn't, as he shattered your only chance to return home.

How could he care when it meant you would be stuck with him? So he smiled as he broke it. As he broke you.

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Leona Kingscholar:

"I'm sayin' that I love you, herbivore." His words came out rushed, like he wanted to get declaring his love for you over with as fast as possible.

The confession, if it weren't spontaneity of you two's situation, never would have came. But the moment the words of his love left his lips, he felt his both sink and speed up at the same time.

And then, you answered.

"Leona... I really, really like you too... but-"

"But what?" He could already feel his heart breaking, little pieces being chipped off it.

"You know we can't be together. It won't work ou-!"

"Dammit, says who?" Crack... crack that was the sound of his heart coming undone.

You lightly cupped his hands in yours, like you were bracing him for more difficult news.

"Leona, I, know, that we can't be together, I don't belong in Twisted Wonderland in the first place, at some point I'll have to go home, and when i do, I don't want to leave you heart-broken,"

You already are breaking his heart ya-know.

"Besides, if I couldn't go home, I know I'll never be able to make you happy the way you deserve. I'm sorry, Leona..."

And you let his hands go, you walked off, leaving him behind, leaving him, your second priority, second place, to your true prize, going back home.

He should've expected it, if he was being honest, why would anything change for him? He was always left in the shadow of someone something greater, and this time was no different.

But, maybe it could be. If things wouldn't wolling change for him, he would change them himself, and where better to start, than with you?

It wasn't very difficult, not even a little. You were technically right, you didn't belong in Twisted Wonderland, and due to that, you didn't even legally exist, it was easy for him for him to get him people to do the dirty work for him.

Snatching you up had been far too easy, no risk, all reward.

He knew that when he took you, he would also take the ability for you to ever go home, but what did that matter?

Life isn't fair y'know, you can't get everything you want.

Besides, Twisted Wonderland, is your new home now. He is your new home now, it'd be in your best interest get comfortable.

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That was all I could think of for rn, i just wanted to post smt, I kinda lost the plot on Leona's part but whatever tbh, i rlly like what I did for Ace's part tho.

[thequietkid-moonie]

To never let you forget how loved you are

𝆹𝅥 Romantic drabble

𝆹𝅥 Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Ortho Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt (TWISTED WONDERLAND)

𝆹𝅥 pampering their face in kisses

Ace Trappola

He is completely taken aback but still it take him a second to realize what are you doing and he is unable to stop laughing once realice you are pampering him with kisses, once you finish he will be smug about it, teasing you about how much you love him and how you are so clingy, he bets you can't love without him now, but honestly? Ace is the one who doesn't think he could live without you, and the way he has you trapped in his arms gives him away

Deuce Spade

No matter how obvious your intentions were Deuce still is completely shocked the moment your lips touch his skin, he is completely still as you pampers his face and when you finish he still keeps his eyes close, his whole face is red and not because of your kisses, he slowly open one eye to look at you before finally open both, he opens and closes his mouth a few times in an attempt to say something even when he doesn't have idea what to do or say, but at the end he just hide his face on your neck while grapping his arms around you

Jack Howl

He knew you would do it, he could see in your body language you were planning something, he even instictively tensed up and yet Jack made no efforts to get out of your grip, or your love, with eyes closed and tensed body he awaits until you finish, and when you do he looks at you with a frown and crossed arms, asking if you are done before sighing but as annoyed as he may act he is still blushing and making superhuman effort to stop his tail from wagging

Epel Felmier

This is an ambush! One moment you two were simply sharing a chat and the other he was being attacked by your love! Epel is complete tense and with eyes close, trying to make any sense of what it is happening and when he finally is able to react he complains and demands you to leave him alone! Are you crazy!? Do you want to get him in troubles? The fact that he is blushing and his heartbeat is going like crazy doesn't change anything! He will not admit how much he loved it, how much he adores you or how much he thinks about it!

Sebek Zigvolt

He should have known! He tried to stop you (he didn't) but you are too sneaky of a human! The moment the first kiss was planted on his face he knew he was done, Sebek doesn't even know how you do it to make him freeze like this and make his heartbeat stops and go like crazy at the same time, when you are finally done he tries really hard to scold you, he should be mad at you! But the only thing that leave his mouth are incoherent half scolding before turning around and leave to fulfill his duty (and save the dignity he still has left)

[thequietkid-moonie]

Kissing when no one is looking

𝆹𝅥 Romantic headcanons

𝆹𝅥 Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola (TWISTED WONDERLAND)

Deuce Spade

The first time you did it is a moment he will never be able to forget, you two were saying goodbye since he had activities with the club so you wished him luck! You made sure no one was looking and no one would notice before you planted a loving kiss in his lips, Deuce is not sure what have exactly stopped, if the time or just his heart, whatever it was it did take him a long time to be able to react and get out of the shocked, flustered and jumpy state he was in (even Jack asked him if he was sick or if he was feeling unwell, and Deuce's jumpy and nervous answer did nothing to calm down his friend's worry)

He tried to ask you what was that kiss for the next time you two saw each other but the only thought made him all flustered and jumpy again, it was imposible for him to remember it without getting embarrased so at the end he was unable to question you, and not only that but he spend some time putting distance with you and tensing up when you got closer, it would be concerning and even could make you think he was mad at you if it wasn't because he was painfully obvious with his feelings, he blushed imediatly and eyed you suspiciously, daring to suspect of you when he was actually having a hard time getting his eyes out of your lips when you get dangerously close

You can explain that you just did it because of love and playfulness, or you can just don't explain anything and keep doing it until he gets used to it (he will never get fully used to it but he will eventually be more ready to your attacks and will react less dramatically), in any case Deuce will just accept it, he doesn't has the heart to tell you to stop and doesn't even know if he wants you to stop, the more you do it the more he likes it (and the more he is embarrased for liking it)

The first times you do kiss him while no one is looking Deuce is still caught off guard, it is incredibly easily to catch him off guard and because of that it is always so easy to catch you two, not kissing but to know that you have done something, after all every time you do kiss him it is incredibly obvious by the blush in Deuce cheeks and the way he looks so nervous, not to mention that he has a really hard time looking back at you

Over time Deuce grows a little more used to it and his reactions become less obvious, sometimes he even looks back at you right before looking away with a embarrased smile, other times he catches himself looking around and hoping that no one is watching so you would kiss him

But no matter how much he gets used to it Deuce will never do it himself, from one side he doesn't thinks he would be able to do it between being scared of being caught and being too embarrased to kiss you himself, and in the other side he doesn't like this small kisses, if he ever kisses you he prefers to do it without rushing (wich, honestly, still is easier to say than to do for him)

Ace Trappola

The first time you did it you have caught him off guard and he is embarrased about it, of course he should have known you were up to something like this when you called him out because "you had something to tell him" he have gotten closer because you looked serious just for you to attack him with that absolutely lovely kiss when no one was looking! Thats playing dirty and you know it! But, two can play this (he needs to retrieve his dignity after all, blushing like crazy that first time and having other asking if he was alright was not good)

For Ace is that you started this and he will not lose, it takes him no time to realice what you are tying to do and is imediatly up for it, even if you never intended it to be some kind of game now it is a competition, and not only he makes a competition with the whole "stealing kisses when no one notices" but he also search for the silliest excuses to catch your attention or make you lower your guard right before kissing you

Ace it is having way too much with this little game, so much that it makes it easier to brush off the flustered and embarrased feeling he gets out of this, he does get flustered whenever he manage to be the one kissing you after making sure no one is watching but whenever is you the one planting a kiss on his lips it is more dificult for him to hold back his embarrasement, he tries to brush it off or just laugh at it but the blush in his cheeks is pretty obvious

At some point it just become enteraly a game for Ace, he just doesn't care if anyone finds out anymore (even when he would be embarrased if someone tease him for it), he is just having so much time and it is the perfect excuse to kiss you, and he just grows so used to it that it becomes almost rutine for him to look around and see if someone is paying attention to you two (or just him) even when he isn't planning on kissing you or you aren't even around

Although, the more used to this little game the more he wants to kiss you, he loves this little game and the sneaky kisses but he also wants to take time to kiss you properly, to savour the moment, to not only try to fluster you and catch you off guard but to take the time to hold you, to kiss you and not stop any time soon, the more he sneak kisses the more he wishes you two would be alone so you two could kiss until both are breathless (wich he is actually a bit embarrased of), he would never admit it out loud but he will find a way to make you both have a moment alone

[thequietkid-moonie]

Accidental confession out of your control

𝆹𝅥 Romantic drabble

𝆹𝅥 Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond (TWISTED WONDERLAND)

𝆹𝅥 Grim accidentally confess your feelings for them while you aren't around

Ace Trapola

He had gotten in troubles again, and he is here, at the living room awaiting for you to bring an usable pillow and blanket for him to spend the night at Ramshackle again, and since you have left Grim took the oportunity to call him out (knowing you would be upset if both get in a fight at this hour and will deny him his cuddles), calling him a nuisance for breaking in your dorm at this hour and inrerrupting you both when you were getting ready to go to bed, and it isn't that Grim was actually worried about bedtime and having enough hours of sleep, he is upset because his intromision have make him lose that hours of sleep right when he was about to get comfortable in bed at your side, and of course Ace wouldn't simply stand there and let Grim insult him like that, quickly getting in an argument that just stopped when both heard you walking back to where they were, leaving just enough time for Grim to complain about he probably is just making up excuses to spend time with you like you always do, leaving Ace not only offended but also kind of flustered

Deuce Spade

He have tried his best in the latest test, he have even been spending as much time as posible studying with all of you and yet his score at the test wasn't exactly the best, he was already upset about it but Grim bragging about his higher score in his face (wich wasn't actually a reason to bragg about), being quite pety because of both got into diferent arguments during your study session (probably the reason why he didn't remember much during the exam), despite his best judgment both quickly got in another argument about it, Deuce were trying to defend himself while trying to pick up his already shattered confidence while Grim insisted that he has besteded him, he was going to be the greatest magician of all times so this was nothing for him, even going as far to say that you should stop sighing and daydreaming about this guy because you were his henchman! There was so much you two have to do! Deuce was about to say something else but when his mind finally comprehending what he have just said, slowly his cheeks start to turn pink as his mind simply stops working

Riddle Rosehearts

Since you two like to hang out around Heartslabyul quite a lot he have been trying to be comprehensible and patient when it comes to the rules and minor inconveniences, after all you two are guests totally not because of his crush on you, still this is not the first and probably not the last time (to his bad luck) Riddle has to call out Grim for scratching the furniture, even if he tries to be patient to don't go back to the bad old habits that doesn't stop him from threaten Grim that this is his last chance before is completely off with his head! And his tone was enough to intimidate but the threat just made him be even more anxious, taking advantage of the exact moment Riddle look away to sigh exasperated to complain (accidentally) out loud about how he really doesn't get what you see in him nor why you like him so much right before running away to find you, leaving a really confused, frustrated and flustered Riddle behind

Trey Clover

You two were helping get everything ready at Heartslabyul for the tea party, or well, you were helping to finish the preparations while Grim took the change as you were distracted to sneak inside of the kitchen and get his little paws in whatever he could to eat because apparently he have waited too long! Sadly, he was quickly stopped by Trey who knew exactly why he was around, he took the oportunity to mess with him a little right before letting him have a small dessert he have prepared specially for Grim, knowing he may end up sneaking to get food before everything was ready and not wanting to be in problems for the lack of expected desserts, Grim was so ecstatic that he ended up speaking without thinking twice, saying that he really can't wait for you to confess your feelings and finally start dating so he can have Trey's heavely bakery all the time without having to ask, and honestly Trey didn't knew if he should be mad for his plans of taking advantage of him or the fact that, technically, Grim has just confirmed him that his feelings are reciprocated

Cater Diamond

Normally Grim doesn't mind much whenever Cater tries to take selfie with him (he either just tolerate it to some extent or he is eager since his ego has been boosted) but today he have pushed the wrong bottons, making Grim feel annoyed and tired a bit too quick wich only leaded him to try to steal his phone to make him stop, they didn't got in a fight but definetly struggled a bit so when he managed to take the phone out of his hands it turned on and gave him a good look at the lock screen, staring at the photo of you and Cater together until he took back his phone trying to save the dignity he had left, Grim quickly complained with a groan, saying that please not you too! It is already too much for him that you have a photo of the three of you together as your lock screen, he can't and doesn't want to imagine him looking at the photo with a grin like you do! While Cater was sure he wanted to scream, but not sure if it is for embarrasement or excitment

[distantloreoath]

Twst men with proposal nervousness

Some are ooc for the comedic effect, tbh I can see all of them going for each one of these scenarios

He had everything planned, a beautiful speech that would make even shakespeare jealous. But the moment he opened the ring box and the breeze of reality hit him. That he wa actually about to do it. The nervousness hit him.

His mind went completely blank, and he could only go "please?" With the smallest voice while giving you the biggest puppy eyes. Holding the ring box, shaking and looking like he is about to pass out (spoilers, he might, pls say yes quickly)

IDIA, Riddle, Jack, Ruggie, Silver, azul, kalim, floyd

It's so obvious. He is sweating gallons on the whole time. He is wearing things that aren't suitable for your "date" (dress shoes for a hiking date, suit for a ciname date, fancy wear for a casual night out, etc). Asks very specific nervous questions on the way, such as "Is your favourite chocolate the same? For no apparent reason—" "You liked sunsets, right?"

He is about to have a nervous breakdown on his knees, pls just kiss it better–

AZUL, CATER, SEBEK, Ace, Leona, Vil, Silver, idia

Accidentally proposes in his sleep.

You'd thought there's no way, but this guy rehearsed his speech and rechecked the proposal place so many times that he was seeing it in his literal DREAMS. He was devastated when you told him what happened, but he quickly relaxed seeing your amusement for his suffering.

JAMIL, TREY, DEUCE, SILVER, Kalim, Floyd

Proposal is for to make it official. You are already married to him.

Probably you two been married for a year or smth at this point.

Not even slightly nervous, but makes an effort to make it dramatic

MALLEUS, LILIA, ROOK, sebek

From this post! Yes this is inspired from the tiktok lol

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[lustlovehart]

Wait, That's Not How it Goes!

Preview: The typical fairytale storyline you remember seeing on your TV when you were younger. Not much to say except… You're the princess/hero… and the villains are your friends…? It's weird, but okay… All you have to do is relive the story and get out… You can do that…! Wait… What do you mean the villain(s) fall for you?!

Pairing(s): Queen of Hearts!Riddle Rosehearts x Reader (A good amount of Heartslabyul x Reader)

Cw: Possessive Traits, Obsession, not Overblot Riddle (but imagine he's wearing the outfit), he tries locking you up in his castle, some violence, A bit of fluff, some details aren't in the actual tale but things I made up to fit the Wonderland theme, some characters speak nonsense, Riddle is Queen and you're King(Gn)

Tale I: The Queen of Hearts and His Dearest

You run through the wacky terrain of Wonderland. Water that streams up, deer made of cards, and smiling cats with no bodies. You have no clue how you got here, nor where that white rabbit is, but… all of that doesn't matter. Especially not when your blue wear has been stained with red paint.

And…

"Who has been painting my roses red?" A dominating voice mutters, but your head remains looking down into the grass. For a moment, you glance up. Your eyes peek through the red paint that has dripped all over your head, and you see the queen and all his tyranny. Not only that, but… He's… "Who has been painting my roses red!?" You bury your face in the grass once more, hoping he won't see you. "It seems someone will lose his head today." The words stir up something in the soldiers next to you.

You look to your side. You're met with what should be 2D cards next to you, but instead, a familiar face. No… faces.

"Not me, your grace! The Ace! The Ace!" A soldier dressed in spades proclaims.

"You?" The queen spits.

"No! The Deuce!" the man dressed in an ace exclaims.

"The deuce you say?"

"Not me! The Trey!" The recognizable clover soldier furrows his brows at the statement.

"Enough!" You use his anger to flee at the same time. You jump from your spot, the bucket falling off your head in the process, "Off with their—!" Unfortunately, before you can even make it to the rose garden… Two arms reach out and take hold of your own, keeping you in place. You stop flailing when the feeling of a cold metal staff pokes your back, the heart ornament taking hold of your collar and dragging you to the floor. The deuce and club look at each other before gazing at you with pity. The queen looms over you as you look up at him, his shadow overcasting the sun. Yep, there's no doubt, "and who might you be?" The familiar red face, glare in his eyes at the rule-breaking… "A person." That's quite rare here, isn't it… You glance once at the flat-faced cards that stand behind him.

This queen is definitely Riddle Rosehearts.

And… if the truth of these legends is the tale you're in, then you might die at the hands of your very own admirers.

"Yes… uhm, I'm…" You jump when the same staff pulls you up by your clothes once more, forcing you to your knees. You cautiously watch as Riddle walks in circles around you. You open your mouth, but like before, he gently taps different parts of your body, making you straighten.

"Look up," He tilts your chin up with the cold metal. "Speak nicely." He gently taps your throat. "And don't twiddle your fingers!" he breaks apart your fidgeting hands, forcing you to keep them at your side. "Turn out your toes." Okay, so he's worse here, it seems… "Curtsy." You notice the way he smiles a bit at that word, using his finger to force you to bow rather than his staff. You can feel the warmth of his fingertip on your skin. "Open your mouth a little wider." Hesitantly, you do so, Riddle's enjoyment evident. It's as if he were the way you first met him once again! "And always say…" He steps closer, your eyes made to look up at him from where you curtsy, "Yes, your majesty." For a moment, you grimace, but one glance at familiar faces who could've had their own necks chopped reminds you you're in no place to disobey.

"Yes, your majesty!" He hums in approval at your greeting, patting your head in pride. When he walks away, you're unsure whether to follow or not. It's only when you see Ace mouthing 'Go! GO!' in the corner of your eye, do you trail behind. "Now… Where did you come from? Where are you going?" Riddle throws one of the failed white roses to the side, placing a properly painted one in your hair as he walks to the un-birthday party table.

"I am… trying to find my way home—"

"Your way?" he stops, your body bumping into his back at the sudden halt. You tense when he turns to face you, a prominent vein in his forehead. "It is my way! Always my way—!" You can tell he's on the verge of a beheading shout, and so in a panic, you place your hands on his shoulders, holding tight. His eyes widen at the contact, glancing down at your touch.

"Yes… Yes! Your Majesty! Always your way… Yes…! your majesty…" You might have overdone it, but you'd rather that than anger him more. As far as you're concerned, there's no rule for that. You hope… "Forgive me…? I was just thinking—" His eyes remain focused on your fingers, before suddenly snapping back at you.

"… Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves time." You let go the moment he attempts to walk out of your hold.

"Yes…! I was only going to ask—"

"I will ask the questions." He snaps.

One glance at the card soldiers, and you recognize the pitying stares on Ace and Deuce, all as Trey sighs at the sight.

… At this rate, how will you ever get home…?

You freeze when a finger is on your chin once again. Your head turns back to Riddle as he makes you look at him. "Do you play… Croquet?" From the few times you've played at Heartslabyul… Unfortunately—

"Yes, your majesty… I do."

"Then let the games begin!" he smiles, his eyes watching you. When you hesitantly return the expression, the smile seems to finally reach his eyes.

It has been… 2 months… since you've arrived in a bizarre, twisted fairytale world. And you still… have no way home! How is it possible for a person to travel to a different world twice?!

"You broke rule 339." Cater looks at you with his head resting on his arm, elbow placed on the table's surface. You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at a familiar friend who's no longer a friend.

"… Right. After a meal, tea must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes…" You mutter, but you don't seem very concerned. Especially since that must be your Fourteenth rule broken in the past few weeks.

Weeks…

Why are you still here?!

"Mhm." He hums, tilting his head to the other side. "Yet our queen still hasn't beheaded you." He should be painting the roses currently, but you can see he's left the other diamond soldiers to the task. "I think he likes you." You sputter at the notion, quickly regaining your composure.

"Riddle—I mean the Queen…? No, there's no way he would."

You're Alice. Well, not literally, just her role in the story as far as you can assume. You don't have her appearance or her age, but… You can tell you're the lost wanderer trope. Even more so… You're 100% sure the queen doesn't have feelings for Alice. Considering, well—

You jump when Cater appears right next to you. Wasn't he just across the table…?

"It's not that surprising, is it?" If he had his phone in this world, you're sure he'd pull you in close like he always did and click that button before you were even ready. He twiddles with his fingers instead, as if something's missing for him, but he doesn't know what… He props his head on his hand while staring at you through his lashes. "You're something new. Not heard of in Wonderland. It's adorbs." He stares at you like you've cured the disease called mundane and normal… even though he quite literally lives in the least normal place in fiction.

"A lot of things aren't heard of here…" You fix the diamond accessory on his card soldier uniform. "No waterfall flows upstream while 2D deer of card walk up it."

"You can see those anywhere." he lets you, his eyes blinking like his own camera shutter. Remembering the visitor from another world. "Not every day I see someone so picture-worthy." his voice lacks the usual upbeat. When you quirk an eyebrow at him, he sits back up, as if he didn't let his voice drop, grabbing you harshly by the arm. Not for any particular reason.

"Cater…?"

"What if you became one of the talking frames in the castle?" His grip softens.

"And be stuck here forever?"

"It's better than your head rolling, yeah? You're just too cute to be a decoration!" Why are those your only options…?!

"… No." He deadpans for a split moment before dramatically slouching in his chair, his hand wrapped around your wrist.

"Aww. And I wanted to hang with you… You're so different to be with." In any other case, the better word would be fun, but… You ponder the usage of different. You hold your arm up, allowing Cater to hold it from the angle. "Our Queen isn't too happy about that either. He probably feels the same pain."

Why is he talking in present tense…?

"Cater—"

"Oh! It's time for you to play croquet!" He sits up, dusting off your lap as if there was something there before pulling you to your feet and walking.

"But the Queen isn't here—"

"You're playing with the Treys today!"

… There goes your escape plans… or… planning.

…

"You're a bit off!" Despite Cater telling you it's time to play, it was more accurately 15 minutes before you were meant to. And so, here you are, having Cater coach you on how to swing a flamingo.

"Then show me how to do this…!" You've played so many times at this point, but somehow you still can't play right… You're about to put the Flamingo down before a pair of gloved hands hold onto yours. Cater stands behind you, his arms lifting yours too. And with a swing, the hedgehog goes through. To be fair… it seemed to have a grand time disobeying you before listening to Cater…

"See?" You turn your head, Cater smiling behind you. His hands still hold onto your flamingo. A moment lingers before he finally lets go, sitting back as you play. "You're off again!"

"No I'm not." You deadpan, pulling back the bird beak as Cater smiles, leaning in on his hands.

"Yeah, you're not—"

"No, you are." You both jump at the stern voice. But, well… Riddle wasn't meant to be back yet…! It's too early in his schedule for him to be back. "Diamond, do leave us."

Cater stares for a moment, one for Riddle and two for you, before he bows and walks. He takes one glance back, but nothing more, for he still wants to keep his head on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty…" You curtsy out of reflex, Riddle's heels somehow clicking against the grass. You think it's Wonderland logic. When a second passes, you quickly stand straight before Riddle can fix your posture for you. "You look like you had a beheading afternoon."

"What?" With the way he glares at your words, you almost curl in on yourself before remembering that would probably get you poked again. "Are you saying I have no head?"

"No no no, not at all, Your Majesty. I am saying," … Oh crap, what were you even trying to say there…?! What would Alice say…? "I meant that your head looks quite nice on your shoulder. Such a lovely red that no head could compete even on someone's body!" What does that even mean..?

Despite your horrible wording, a familiar expression adorns his face. The one he always pulled when someone was being foolish, but not quite enough to garner his rage. It brings you a sense of comfort. Like, you're simply sitting at a library table with Riddle as Ace utters something inconceivable.

"Riddle—"

"Since when were you allowed to say the Queen's name?" … that's not good.

"Please forgive me, your majesty—"

"Apologizing for a broken rule you did not commit is a crime." Okay, you're sick of the nonsense this wonderlandian version of Riddle keeps spewing…!"

"Yes, of course it is…" You actually don't follow, but you're not risking your head for this…!

"Well then, it is time for Tea."

"But Trey—"

"I SAID IT IS TIME FOR TEA!" … Even your Riddle never had a temper this horribly easy to enrage…

Tea is spent following every tea time tradition Wonderland has to offer, which is a whole lot of nothing and everything all at once. And somehow, it has ended with you and Riddle about to drink from the same cup… If this, well, wasn't the Tyrant Queen of Wonderland, you're quite sure Riddle would consider the idea scandalous.

"D-Drink from the same bottle…?!"

"Riddle, it's not that deep."

"To you it might not be, but the exchange of saliva could be considered—"

"A kiss."

"Yes. This is quite a big deal for me. Especially my mother…"

"And why is that?"

"You should only kiss your spouse."

"People kiss outside of marriage all the time."

"Well, I will not be one."

"Do I have to marry you for you to hydrate?" He jolts at the idea. You don't think in disgust, but rather in embarrassment.

"Do not talk down to me…! I will simply buy my own drink."

"If you say so." You put the bottle to your lips, and for a moment, Riddle's eyes linger. Before you can catch him, he's already looking away.

"You are not allowed to think about others in the presence of the queen." Riddle sticks the teacup to your lips, the tea going down your throat without warning.

"Ack—! Y-Your Majesty…! You can't just make me drink when I'm not…! Blegh… Ready…" You put your hand up to slightly push the cup away.

"We are not drinking." Then what have you been doing this whole time… "We are kissing."

"… What…?"

"You have been here for—How long?" You assume he's signaling for an answer. When you open your mouth though… "For however long I think you've been." You don't think you'll ever get used to this version of Riddle… "And that is long enough to know the rules."

"Ah, yes, Your Majesty… I know the rules, but do you know the rule?" If this were your Riddle, he would deadpan and tell you you're being foolish.

"You question your Queen?" You quickly grab his hands, putting them in your lap.

"No no no! I question myself!" Pfft, no you don't. "I question if I know the rules by you knowing the rules! Because if you don't know, then I must not know either!" Wonderlandian is easy. Simply talk nonsense and hope your head doesn't roll.

Riddle takes his hands off your lap. His black claw ring slowly traces up, tapping your shoulder once, before swiftly taking hold of your chin.

"Rule 803, a kiss must be shared between the queen and betrothed through a teacup to make the arrangement official." He smiles at the rule.

"…"

You spit out the tea, and Riddle stares in disbelief.

"Did you just break a rule right in front of the Queen?" You stay silent. A single mantra repeats in your head.

Please be in love with me. Please be in love with me. Oh my gosh, please be in love with me. I don't want to die!

"Ahhh… No, of course not… Uhm, I just—" Quiets you down with a wave. Staring back at the tea. Once again… another broken rule overlooked. Your dust down your blue wear, scooting closer to Riddle. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, I didn't mean…"

"It is no matter. You are mine anyway." He says it so normally it freaks you out, and somehow it's the craziest thing he has said to you so far.

"… Huh?"

"In the end, I am the Queen. My rules are my rules, and I can have there be rules or no rules whenever I want." Well, that is sort of a guarantee, but—"And I can have whatever I wish, as it is a rule. Therefore, you are mine, and I am right."

"Ahhh. Of course, my Queen, it only makes sense." Going back is gonna be much harder… "So, I should find you a present since I am wholeheartedly yours!" Slowly, you get up from the chair and quickly curtsy before running away. You only make it 3 steps before a bush blocks your path.

The sound of a gavel hitting the table makes you jump. When did he get a gavel?? Before you even have any time to process it, a crowd of card soldiers surrounds you two, including 4 other faces you know all too well.

"I declare a new rule. My human can no longer leave this castle. Adjourned!"

… You're so done with this place.

…

You're thrown back into the premises by the foot. By the arm. By your clothes. Each soldier is different because every time you try a new exit…

Everywhere you go, you're caught! You thought some of them were supposed to be idiots with what you remember from the story… but you guess they're very dedicated to their Queen.

Ace vehemently stands in place as your hands push against his chest, using all your might to push him. If this were your Ace? You would totally be able to tackle him down. But now? This guy is a trained soldier who won't budge from his spot at all…!

"Ugh…! Move it, porcupine head!" You're about to kick him before he dodges. You take the chance to run past him, but you're spun back around, Ace's arm around your waist. "You're so annoying even here…!"

"What does that mean?!?" He clutches his chest, very clearly hurt by the comment. "Mann, sometimes I don't get you! One moment you're chill and even brushing up on me as you laugh, and now you're tryna kick me in my cards and break the most lethal rule ever!"

"Lethal? How is it lethal?" He looks at you like you just asked him a stupid question.

"His Majesty said if you're even a foot outside of the castle grounds, it's all our heads." He points his finger, circling it around in the around. You grimace at the sentence before realizing something.

"… And you didn't think to tell me that before I tried running away?!"

"I didn't know you were even gonna run in the first place!" An idiot just like your own…!

Your back falls onto the rose garden bush behind you, a hand dragged across your face as you slowly fall.

Ow, ow, ow ow, ow.

That was stupid. But what's more stupid than the thorns in your back is the fact you can't even leave the castle anymore… What if your exit is somewhere in the rest of Wonderland…? You're probably meant to follow the story's plotline, but somehow you ran into the Queen before you could even go to the Hatter's tea party…!

"… I wanna go home," you mutter under your breath. Ace watches the way you sit on the floor, especially how you only continue to put more thorns in your back. He sighs, finally leaving his post to pull you from your spot, plucking each thorn from your side.

Weirdly enough, it only hurts for a moment. Now they smell like cotton candy. Wonderland is weird…

"Why do you wanna leave so bad, huh?" He dusts off his hand when he finishes, sitting down in a way where his leg blocks you from the bush.

"Your Queen is a Tyrant."

"… Okay yeah, but it's not that bad." You deadpan at him. "… There's gotta be other things that aren't that bad here…"

"Like what?" Your eyes focus on the exit. Left wide open because the guard meant to stand there is instead rubbing your back to soothe your pain.

"Like…" He hesitates, watching your side profile with a sort of embarrassment he's never known. "… Man, never mind." You both sigh in unison. He may be a different person, but… so far he's the most familiar you'll get. Slowly, you lay down, resting your head in his lap. "… What are you—"

"Let me rest up before Mr.Queen comes and suffocates me with wedding planning…"

"Ace!" You groan at the yelling, but with the familiar voice… You know who it is that's calling.

"Bro, can you quiet down? It's not time for yelling. That happens during yelling day. You should know this by now." Ace sighs, leaning back as the Spade Soldier walks up to him from behind.

"Of course I know that…!" Deuce taps his black spear in the ground next to Ace. "You're meant to be guarding the exit. We can't let the smiling squirrels have their crying parties here again, or His Majesty is gonna go crazy."

"Why do you care so much?"

"He's our Queen?" He pauses for a moment, sighing. "Besides… You know we can't let [Name] out." Ace stops talking, as if luring Deuce to keep talking. "Not just for the Queen but… us too, you know."

"Mmm, don't know what you're talking about." Does Deuce not realize you're here?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! The castle feels a bit lighter when they're around and I—we, like talking to them and they're pretty and funny and fun to hang out with—" you pop up. Both of them look at you.

"Hi Deuce." You wave, the Spade soldier's mouth slightly agape.

"Y-you… heard all that?" Should you save him embarrassment or do what you usually do…?

"Yup." His hand finds his mouth, covering it as he stands.

"Bro…" He whispers under his breath, but you can hear it clearly. You stand up, Ace following behind you as you walk towards Deuce. Your eyes glance at the exit once more. You could run…

"Don't worry. I think it's sweet." Deuce presses his lips together, obviously still embarrassed over how obvious he was with his feelings toward you. "I appreciate that you find my company that enjoyable."

"Well… It's you, so…" You can hear Ace snicker behind you, and you're sure Deuce does too. "You got something to say?"

"Yeah. That was funny as hell." You drown out the sounds of their bickering.

"…"

You make a quick run as they're busy with each other, both of them turning in unison to the way you run.

1 foot out.

2 feet out.

3 feet.

...4

...5

...6—

A firm arm quickly grabs your waist, hoisting you above a soldier. There should be something hard to stab you in your stomach from the uniform. This isn't the first time it's happened… however, right now, it seems Deuce took off his coat before putting you there. He's the first to do it.

You couldn't even make it 7 feet out before getting grabbed again. Unless…

"I'm really sorry, Deuce…! Love you!" You quickly shout it out before your next action.

"Wha—?!"

"What?!"

You kick off of him, your body falling on the floor before you swiftly push yourself up and run.

...7

...8

...9

… 10…!

"Wait…! [Name], please come back…!" Deuce is a fast runner. He most definitely would've caught up to you… if he wasn't standing in shock at your sudden "I love you". Ace had already taken off before him, but he's not nearly as fast, and before they know it…

"Bye-byee." A familiar smiling cat takes you away.

"… Bro. We're so dying when His Majesty finds out—" Ace jolts when a presence is felt.

"Find out what?" Silence… Riddle glances around. "… Where is my Rose?"

"Am I here? Or am I there?"

"Chenya, stop it…! You're the Cheshire, so I know you know what's going on!"

"Do I? Or don't I?" You groan, crouching down as you bury your head in your knees. "Maybe I know how it happened. But maybe I know who you are." That doesn't help… "Maybe I know how to get you home." You perk up.

"Yes…! That's what I want—!"

"But don't you think this could be your home?" You droop back down. "… Or maybe, you need to live the full story." Chenya has somehow appeared behind you, his tail grazing you as he circles.

"I already thought of that, but the tea party isn't where it's meant to be…" You finally sit down, the laughing flowers giggling at your misery.

"When a book is being read, you don't read it backwards." But then you wouldn't be living the story…? "Even without every party, a story is still a story until it's finished." The flowers stop laughing.

"The trial." When Alice is framed by the Cheshire and made to stand in court before the Queen… However, since you've apparently broken the most lethal rule, you already have a reason to stand at trial. "Chenya—"

"[Name]."A gentle voice speaks up. You know it's not their usual tone, but they're using it with you. Chenya seems to have disappeared because he knows this needs to happen. When you turn, you see him.

"Trey." He would usually smile when you call his name out, but his face looks pensive. "… We're surrounded, aren't we?" He doesn't say anything. Instead, he sits next to you. You look away, while he looks right at you. He throws his spear aside, presumably in an attempt to ease your tensions.

"Riddle is close." He mutters. You assumed so. "He's not very happy you ran away." You assumed that too. "I know the castle isn't exactly the most freeing place in the kingdom, but… It is safer there than out here."

"The Jabberwocky?"

"And more. We do have trees that turn people upside down for the rest of their lives." He laughs like it's normal. Probably is for him. For you, however, you're left pondering how wondrous this place really is…

"Trey… I just… want to go home…" He frowns, but makes it disappear when he places a hand on your shoulder.

"What's over there for you?" For the first time, someone asks without the underlying intent of making you stay.

"Well, technically it's not home home, but…" You glance at him. "I have you guys there." He tilts his head.

"Us?" His hand remains rested on you, showing a growing comfort in your spiel.

"Different versions but, yeah." He listens intently. "I know you guys well over there. You're good at baking." He pauses. "Are you good here?" You know that somehow.

"I… would say I'm average." His hand finally falls, placed only right next to yours.

"He would say that too." You mutter. "… Only thing that's different is you're a trained soldier and sometimes speak crazy…"

"Do we speak crazy? I thought it was fine." His fingers twitch, his eyes looking down at your hand.

"Yeah, I only realized it when you guys would switch the way you talk with me." Do they do that? He never noticed… "Trey?" He hums. "You don't want me to leave either, do you?" he's quiet, letting the silence speak for him.

"I think that's just normal though." His hand inches closer. "Who wouldn't want you to stay after changing the routine in the castle?" The purple light of the forest does good in showing off your eyes. "The same rules, the same schedule, the same rule breakers who have their heads taken. It only ever changes when Riddle occasionally decides a new rule is right and should be changed." You can hear it. He's changing tones. "Then the sun laughed, and you danced into the rose garden, or did the rose garden dance you in? No no, maybe the paint just spilled you into our castle. But you came. And then you laughed, and we laughed. Then you looked perfect, so we looked at perfect whenever—" He snaps out of it. His hand leaves your side. You think speaking in Wonderland has you reveal deep feelings in poetic nonsense without meaning to. "Sorry… What I was trying to say, though, was you are a well-needed retreat from our duties."

"… I get that." You linger. "But I don't belong here."

"We know." We…? "But you found your way there, didn't you?"

"I mean, I did, but I still have another home…"

"I know, I know… But it is nice to find comfort somewhere unfamiliar." You feel like there's more he wants to say. But he's holding off to improve your impression of him. It doesn't matter though, because someone else can say it for him.

"You can make a new home here."

Riddle appears from the shadows, a gaze of anger on his expression. However, it's overpowered… by the betrayal on his face.

You're on trial. At least… You hope so.

Currently, you're alone with Riddle in his room as he paces back and forth, watching from outside the window as his card soldiers can be spotted moving around everything needed.

"Riddle—"

"Silence…! Silence from you…" He waves his hand. "Do not think I will fall for your misbehavior just because you say my name…!" He frowns, watching you lying down on his bed. Apparently, you should be held in a man-eating flower-holding cell as you wait, but Riddle took you before you could be placed there. "… What did the cat tell you?"

"… Nothing."

"Lying to your queen is against the rules. Do not stack your sentences." … You might not get away with breaking rules this time… Your sentence might not be a beheading, but something much worse…

"… Chenya told me how to get home."

"You know his name?" No way he's jealous right now… "… No matter." He grimaces. "And how is that?"

"To live the rest of the story." You don't tell him what exactly "the rest of the story" is. Riddle is silent. Maybe you should guide him away from the truth… "A tea party." He perks up. "A tea party is what I need to leave…" You slowly sit up on the mattress. "My Queen… please grant me one?" He looks at you before a gavel sounds on the table in front of him.

"New rule. No more tea parties. Adjourned!" No card soldiers were present this time, but… you don't think it matters. If he says it goes, it goes. And… if he were to back out of your running away trial… you need to make sure there is an absolute chance it will happen.

"… You really banned tea parties just so I couldn't leave?" You make your way across the absurdly large bed until you're at its edge, facing Riddle.

"No. I banned tea parties because I wanted to. And my word is always right." He glances your way. "And you will realize that Wonderland is right for you as well."

"Riddle?" He hums. "… Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

"…" He's silent.

"Everyone else says they like me because I disrupt order. Isn't that the exact opposite of what you want?" You watch him walk over to you. "The first time you saw me, the story should've played out the way it was meant to." You don't back away, continuing your words. "Then an hour in and the story is thrown off course…! I mean, when does the Queen want Alice to stay…?!" He stops in front of you. "… Why do you want me?"

"I don't know."

"W-wha… What do you mean you don't know…?" You utter. "You're keeping me in a castle and, apparently, marrying me because… you don't know???"

"You have said it yourself. Wonderland does not make sense. Do I need a reason, other than it's right?" Your breath hitches. "… I realized the moment you swung your flamingo that I had this feeling you're what's right. I do not know why it suddenly happened." He sits down, taking your hand in his. "And then I was only proven right more and more whenever I talked to you." You look out the window as he speaks, watching your trial being set. "I think that is why I was never made to have another by my side." You come to a grim realization. "Wonderland was waiting for you."

This tale was never the original in the first place.

The Villains, are destined to fall in love with you, no matter what.

"Riddle… what happens if I'm found innocent?"

"You're rewarded to be by my side as King." He says it so calmly, as if it's expected.

"… Guilty?"

"Married to me."

It's then that you have a realization. This trial won't go the way it's meant to, is it? Your story doesn't end when the trial is over… it will keep going… Until it ends a different way.

A knock is heard, and four familiar faces greet you.

"The courtroom is ready."

…

"I call to the stand a witness! Ace Trappola!" You stand on the podium, watching as cards, bunnies, hares, and so on look around until they find him. Rather than a genuine judge, Riddle remains with a gavel in hand, Trey asking the questions for him.

"Is it true this human has stolen the Queen's heart and planned to run away?"

"The Queen is the Queen of Hearts? Even if they did, he has some to spare." Does that even make any sense…? "But they did sleep in my lap, so does that count as treason?" What…??? "Man, they hung out with my hedgehog too…! Guilty!" He's a witness! He can't say you're guilty!?

"We accept!" It's obvious that if the other two witnesses are who you think they are… You're definitely getting the sentence. "Next to the stand, Deuce Spade!" the process repeats. However, even you're shocked when Deuce appears by your side. "Is it true this human is bad at croquet?"

"Well—" You cover Deuce's mouth, the soldier easily letting you. His hand even holds on to your arm as if… helping you shut him up.

"Objection! How does that relate?" The hares and bunnies snarl at you for questioning their queen. You can tell ones about to shout before—

"If anyone yells at my King, it is off with your head!" They immediately sit down and cower. "It relates because I say so. Overruled!" You sigh, taking your hands off of Deuce to let him continue.

"Yes, they are horrifically horrible." Of course that's the only statement that isn't complete nonsense… "Not guilty!" Your eyes sparkle.

"We accept the guilty verdict!" You genuinely can't win in this story, can you?

"Next to the stand… Cater Diamond!" Everyone looks, but… He's nowhere. "Cater?" You look around as well, turning in your stand before feeling something in your pocket. You have no idea when they got there… but… You can assume with the sharp smile underneath you who it came from.

"I-I'm here!" Cater quickly runs to his place, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Being late is against the rules, Cater." Riddle's domineering voice echoes in the court. "It will be off—!"

"I was chasing Chenya, Your Majesty!" The Diamond quickly shouts before his sentence is called out. "It looked as if he had the mushrooms that could grow a person a mile high!"

"That is no good, yes, Rule 42 states anyone over a mile high must exit the courtroom, indeed." He crosses his legs. "You shall keep your head." He waves him off, Cater visibly relaxing, to which you rub his back. "Trey! Continue with the trial." He nods.

"Is it true they are right?" Cater pauses at the question. Pondering for a moment, and pondering…

"In what way?" Cater glances at you for one moment, before turning back.

"I think you know." Trey and Cater exchange a glance, a silent agreement. One that Riddle doesn't need to be a part of, because he knows exactly what they mean. Whispers are heard, several Wonderland residents muttering what's, who's, and where's.

"Mmm…" He turns again. Your eyes finally meet. "For me, for you, for them, for who?" his hand holds the same wrist he held just a few weeks ago. Everyone stares at him, even Riddle leaning forward in his chair. "This cutie is perfect everywhere." You furrow your brows. "Inside and out." Everyone awaits one more sentence. "They are just right."

The sound of a gavel harshly hitting its stand over and over again sounds throughout the court. It catches everyone off guard, so much so that Cater pulls you closer and Deuce steps forward. The sound is only slightly muffled by Ace's hand covering your ears.

"Guilty! Guilty! You are Guilty!" Riddle repeats it over and over again, until suddenly stopping. "Now come home with us—" A scream cuts him off, mice and lobsters scurrying away.

"It's the Cheshire!"The name immediately causes Riddle to scowl.

"Get him… GET HIM!" Every soldier in the room immediately flies after Chenya, his purple form disappearing and reappearing with a smile. In the split second, though, you can see him mouth a word to you.

Eat

You quickly take the mushrooms out of your pockets, hurriedly eating them, and waiting for the effect. The chase of the cat suddenly stops when the Future King grows to be a mile high.

"Rule 42," You parrot, "I need to get out, don't I, Riddle?" You take one step back, every Wonderland civilian moving out of your way. You can see a familiar expression. His face is bright red as a vein clearly pops out of his forehead. He lifts his gavel, and you know in that moment, if you don't get out, he'll recall the rule and a million soldiers will be on you once again. You swing your arm back and break the court walls, making a quick escape.

"Forget Chenya… Get them… GET THEM NOW!" The cat chase is immediately forgotten in favor of taking back their runaway king. Such desperation that their Queen joins them in the chase.

…

You're already back to your normal size. But you continue to run, as the sounds of soldier and their spears clinking against each other are enough to remind you you're being chased. But you can see it.

There's… a fuzzy sight of yellow in the distance. You can smell dust and sun from it though… and you know it's your exit—

You scream when you're tackled to the side by red, white, and black fabric.

"Riddle…! Riddle—Please let me go…!" He covers your mouth, letting thousands of his card soldiers pass you by. Only four of them catch and linger behind, and they're familiar, of course. His eyes stare at you, slightly teary, before letting his hand fall.

"… What's so bad about us?" He mutters.

"… What? There's… There's nothing wrong."

"Why can't you just pretend we are the same people you know?" The other four have closed in, creating an effective guard circle around you two. "Why can't you just stay…?!" You grab hold of his shoulders, forcing him to look at you this time.

"Because you're not…! You're not them…!" For a moment, they all look hurt. It's only Ace who speaks up.

"Yeah, we're not. But you can't even try to just enjoy it here?" You frown at him, letting Riddle pull you into his arms as his head rests there. "You ever think you're miserable because you kept thinking about them?" You pause.

"I'm not miserable because I'm thinking about them."

"… Then what?" Deuce whispers, not looking at you when he asks. Your eyes stare at him, though. Well… not him but rather… The lone smile behind him. Trey catches on immediately.

"What are you looking at?" Trey asks, looking in the same direction. Riddle doesn't speak, but his grip tightens as if he knows you'll make a run for it.

"There…!" Cater throws the spear, but it misses. And the smile appears behind you.

"Aww, group hug~" Chenya's arms wrap around your waist, but before Riddle can even look up, your cold air.

When they look, they can see Chenya carrying you over to that golden light.

"No… no… no..! " His face turns red once more. "It's forbidden… IT'S FORBIDDEN TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I SAY SO!"

They're all running after the two of you. When you look over Chenya's shoulder, you shout at Riddle.

"Then we can get married!" You feel your body thrown into the air. "Next time you see me." You look back at Chenya, a big smile on his face for the last time.

“Say hi to RSA for me~”

… What?

They all reach for you, but you're already gone.

…

Riddle paces back and forth in his room. He never thought he would have a reason to travel outside of Wonderland… but it seems he's found one.

And he'd be a fool to just let you get away with breaking not only his rules…

But his heart.

You fall flat onto the dirt path. Your hands fly everywhere. Your face, your neck, your clothes. Finally... You've made it out!

...

The smile on your face fades when the scenery you're met with isn't Ramshackle, but a savanna. Not only that… your ears feel weird—why are you a lion-beast man right now?!

Your face buries itself into your hands as you kick the floor.

No, no, no ,no ,no…!

"My Queen!" You jolt at the title. A tiny lion beast man bows before you. "Leona is at the Pride! You must come quickly!"

Tale II: A Scarred Lion and The Kingdom in You

[timdrakewhump]

Something something Tim trying Coke at a party by accident whilst distracted and realises it makes him a better Robin (quicker, more vigilant, less prone to naps) and starts making his own (doesn’t trust others not to cut it + worries abt Jason finding out).

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Bart, after trying Tim's coffee and spitting it out: what the hell did you put in that?

Tim: spite and the tears of my enemies

Kon: you know, the worst part is, I think he's serious

[arrowheadedbitch]

I love making "wtf does Tim put in his coffee" jokes! The answer is energy drinks cocaine.

[murdersofcrowbars]

Tim would 100% snort his ADHD meds you cannot convince me otherwise

[arrowheadedbitch]

He be crushin that shit up and putting it in his nose, his cocaine however he is somehow forcing into pill form to take as a pill for balance

[timdrakewhump]

THIS!! THIS IS GOING ON AO3!! CACKLING

[timdrakewhump]

I hate searching up Tim Drake addict and getting coffee addict Tim.. I need this man on COKE. NOW.

[shortbcofkoffee]

CW: OD and coke addiction

Bruce knew what was going on. He'd been an insanely rich teenager too, granted Tim was a little more stressed than he was at 17. He's not blaming Tim, he'd never blame anyone for an addiction but it was getting worse. Tim was good at hiding it from the public and his friends (if he was hiding it from them at all. Bruce should investigate that further), but it was hard to hide things in a house full of detectives.

The sudden erratic highs and low lows were hidden because everyone in this family had some sort of those. The late-night spikes of energy could be accounted for by the mini-fridge full of energy drinks in his room. His paranoia and anxiety were just par for the course with Tim, no one would bat an eye. But there were some things he couldn't hide. Tim was losing weight. Dramatically. If he wasn't light before, he was now. He skipped almost every meal but he never made a peep about being hungry. His exhaustion was evident in his eye bags, but he never acted tired.

But then, during his lows, Tim looked sick. He looked so much smaller, so vulnerable. He looked like he was thirteen again. When the joy of Robin had just rubbed off, faster than it did with the others. Just sad eyes and a thin frame, sinking in on itself and avoiding Bruce like the plague.

What scared Bruce was that he knew he couldn't stop Tim if Tim didn't want to stop. Short of having eyes on him 24/7, Bruce couldn't control Tim's actions without destroying their relationship. Even then, the second Tim was away from him again he might go back to using. But he wanted to help. He needed to at least talk to him.

Back when Bruce had been using he had Alfred and Harvey. He hadn't felt a need to hide anything from Harvey because it was cool back then. It was a truly casual thing, you did a line before an event, or during if the host had any. That was being rich. Bruce didn't need help because no one needed help. Until he became dependent. Everywhere he went, every day, if he didn't have at least one bump first, he couldn't get through it. Bruce was a good actor, he always had been. That was part of being famous. Bruce was good at hiding his anger and paranoia because you can't always be scared and angry at everyone, even when you are.

Bruce had screamed at Alfred. And he never hated himself more. He screamed and insulted one of the only people who knew him. Liked him. Everyone loved Bruce Wayne, but no one really liked him. Not like Alfred. And he'd screamed at him. Bruce overdosed that night. He hated himself so much and the thoughts wouldn't go away no matter how much he took. He woke up a day later in a hospital bed with Alfred next to him.

Getting off coke was one of the hardest things Bruce had ever done. It'd be hard for Tim. But it was possible, and that's what mattered. He found Tim after patrol finishing his log for the day. Damian had long since gone to sleep but Tim was still wide awake, full of energy. Just like the last three days. His domino mask was still on but Bruce was sure if he took it off Tim's pupils would be the size of sausers.

"Tim," he started. The boy, because that's what he was, a little boy, jumped. "If you're finished, I'd like to talk to you."

Tim quickly glanced over his shoulder. Bruce is sure there's a tension that Tim can see in him, but he doesn't say anything. "Yeah, I'm pretty much done. What's up." He spins to face Bruce in his chair.

Bruce took a deep breath. He wondered if this was what it was like for Alfred. "I'm... worried about you. I-"

He didn't want to say it. Even if he knew without a shadow of a doubt, saying it made it real. And once he did there was no going back. And if he was wrong, God how he wanted to be wrong, he would've accused Tim of something awful. But no matter how he looked at it, this was reality. Tim hating him was better than Tim being dead.

"I know... you've been using cocaine." He looked for Tim's reaction. The boy looked clammed up suddenly. Like he'd rather be anywhere else. It didn't surprise Bruce but it confirmed what he already knew. What he wished he didn't know. "And I'm not judging you. God knows I'm not, I'm just worried."

"I'm fine, Bruce," Tim said. His voice was small and Bruce could tell he was looking anywhere but him despite facing him.

"Okay. I don't agree. I just want you to know that just because this feels good now, it can seriously hurt you later. If you-"

"I'm not you Bruce. I'm not an addict, I can hold myself together." Tim's face had twisted into anger. "Just because you almost killed yourself doesn't mean I will or want to."

That hurt a little. He shouldn't be surprised Tim knew about his overdose, it was a public obsession for a while and Tim was his self-proclaimed biggest fan before he became Robin. But it still hurt. Either way, Bruce just nodded and reminded himself it wasn't Tim. He was being affected by an exterior source, besides he could've said worse.

"I'm not saying that, sweetheart. I'm just saying you're headed down a dangerous path. I know how hard it can be, you know that. I want what's best for you, I want you to be healthy. Whenever you come down you look half dead. You don't sleep, you barely eat, if you're not working, you're not home."

"So what, I can't hang out with my friends? I'm sorry you can't understand or maintain interpersonal connections, but you're supposed to hang out with your friends." Tim stood from his chair. "I'm not talking about this with you. I finished my log, I'm going to my room."

"Tim. Sit down," Bruce ordered.

Tim scoffed. "I don't know if you've noticed Bruce, but you're not my father. The second I'm out of the cowl, your orders are barely suggestions. You're lucky I can stand even being around you anymore because trust me, most of us tolerate you at the most. There's a reason Dick left the second he was 18, there's a reason Jason would rather kill himself again before he lives another day in this house, there's a reason all of us would rather have our own lives outside of you. Me, Cass, Steph, Duke, none of us can stand being around you. The only reason Damian still does what you say is because he's literally a brainwashed cult baby. The only reason I don't leave is because you would literally kill yourself without a babysitter."

There was a lump in Bruce's throat. He'd learned not to cry before he learned to fight, but God did he want to. It's not Tim, he reminded himself again. The worst part was that he knew it was true, at least partially. He knew his kids loved him, that was an indisputable fact. But they also always let him know when he messed up. When he hurt them. All accept Tim (and Damian, but that was a different story).

Because Tim was never there to be a child. Bruce realized that a while ago, but no matter how he tried to remedy it one thing was the same. Tim hadn't entered his life to be a child, Tim was, despite everything and no matter how Bruce hated it, a caretaker. He shouldn't've been, he was only thirteen, but Bruce had let him. He tried to fix it, he really did. He tried to treat TIm like any of his other kids. But had he ever properly apologized? Was that why Tim felt like he had to do this to himself? He took a step forward and reached out.

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I put too much on you."

Tim jerked away and all but growled at Bruce. "Don't touch me! This is your fault, damn straight you put too much on me. Do you know how fucking draining it is to deal with you every day? I'm surprised no one else you know is coked up all the time. Do you even know what it's like to deal with you?"

"I'm sorry." That was all Bruce could say again. His voice sounded weaker than he would have liked. He looked away and kept his hands to himself. "I'm really, truly sorry, Tim. I'm just... I love you. I should've never been your responsibility. You've always done so much for me and I haven't given you the appreciation you deserve. But I love you. And I'm worried. And I want to help you because you're better than me. You always have been." He took another step, closing the gap between them. He placed a palm on Tim's cheek. He didn't notice before but it was starting to sink. "You're an amazing person. And I don't want you to end up like I did."

Bruce could hear Tim's breath hitch. When he looks into Tim's eyes the boy looks like he's about to cry. He looked like he wanted to say something, to apologize. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Tim shoved Bruce's hand away and took a step back.

"Shut up, Bruce. There's nothing wrong with me. You're right, I am better than you."

On that note Tim turned and darted up the stairs, leaving Bruce alone in the cave.

[timdrakewhump]

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my. Oh. Oh god. My god. Oh my god. Running to your ao3 page rn

[timdrakewhump]

Consider Tim being an extreme hypocrite about drug use to the point of absurdity. He's panicking about one of his friends smoking weed while he is actively concealing a bag of coke

-Photo Anon

Photo anon I adore you come here so we can make out sloppy style anyways we can link this to Tim’s low self worth PLEASE like yeah his precious perfect friends can’t do anything if he sees them even rolling one up he freaks but Tim? Scum of the earth useless worthless Tim?? Who gives a shit if he’s an addict? Who cares if he overdoses and kills himself? The worst thing that will happen is Bruce will need to find someone to do all the shit he does. Especially if it’s when he’s already rocky with the batfam, or when he’s seeing Bruce and Damian bond, Damian being given Bruce’s love just by being there while Tim had to claw and scratch just to keep the man alive and sane. Tim being convinced that it would just be a mild inconvenience if he dies ergo he can do what he wants, especially if he thinks it improves his vigilante work. Tim who survives off cat naps but not for the reasons they think. The coke makes him more aware, faster, more awake. But his friends?? Light of his life perfect angels? Absolutely not??? Don’t they know the dangers??? They don’t need that!! They’re already amazing!! Tim who thinks the rules apply to everyone except him not because he’s better than everyone but because he’s scum of the earth and who cares? It makes him better, but his friends don’t need that. They’re perfect. They’re worth something, unlike him

Tim idolising his friends and and and *screaming noises*

[cloudyday420]

LOVE Addict!Tim Drake cause tell me that dude would not be snorting a line any chance he got. That is a rich kid. It’s the pinnacle of a socialite teenager. He might just pop a Xanax whenever there’s too much going on at WE or definitely just smoke to get a 5 min break.

Maybe it’s to stay up late working and to be able to function cause yk he get no sleep ever. Just coffee would not be able to do it to stay up. With coke you could be up for days and not be crashing out.

Also vaping??? maybe gen z kid all the way

I just love the idea of it cause the rich kid on coke is such a not surprising thing.

[timdrakewhump]

This esp if we’re working on ‘Tim drake is tha perfect tween example’ idea and then behind the scenes he’s got hidden compartments in his shoes like lelly Kelly

[x-marge]

Fake Tim Drake fans want him to struggle and rise to the challenge. Real Tim Drake fans want him with a coke addiction and an eating disorder

[cynjaceisback]

@timdrakewhump

[timdrakewhump]

Being tagged in this means more to me than coke means to tim I love this trope. Also the INTERTWINING like Tim doing coke so he’s still got energy even when he doesn’t eat and people thinking he’s skinny because of his ed but actually it’s mostly the drugs or VICE VERSA??? OH MU GODDDD

[dc-posting]

“Tim Drake is not addicted to coffee! He enjoys it, and will drink it when the opportunity arises. But his real addiction is energy drinks.” I say.

The crowd boos.

“He’s right.” There, in the crowd, Tim Drake stands up. “I’m also addicted to cocaine.”

The crowd continues to boo me, shouting and crying about canon.

The Dick Grayson that cheated on Kori with Babs the night before their wedding comes on stage. He’s from a canon comic. Everyone says that’s different, canon can be redacted and changed. I kill myself.