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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢𝚒𝚜𝚝'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘

Hello! My name is Rising and I am an 18+ mixed writer and artist; I write for anything that catches my eye! ᴬᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ :

I'm genderfluid in the way I don't mind how anyone refers to me with pronouns, he, she, or they are perfectly fine to use! I'm pan and demi, still in school, and don't drive!

I can commonly be found writing mostly for my numerous ocs, sometimes for fandoms! I would love to chat with anyone who has similar interests to me!

I would love to take writing requests for Twst or even any of the fandoms I'm in! Feel free to mention another fandom as I may be in it as well and forgot to list it cough- I primarily write for GN readers, but feel free to request and I’ll see if I’m in the mood to write for fem or male specifically!

ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ :

Transformers

Twisted Wonderland — < 3

Gachiakuta

Avatar (Blue aliens)

Aliens vs Predators

The Predator Franchise

Star wars : D

Pjo

Witch hat atelier

My ocs (trust they'll have a fandom someday)

Currently working on:

I'd Bet on Me - Twst x reader! (Please give me asks about it...I would love to yap with yall...)

WHA!mc/Twst crossover - anon ask!

Male mc with a hoarding disorder - anon ask!

Rising’s Writing rules!

— I WILL write: Fluff, angst, suggestive, gender neutral and they/them reader, platonic and romantic, Yandere characters and topics, aus, Omegverse! Literally just ask me and I’m likely to be cool with whatever!

— I will PROBABLY write: Soft smut, cannibalism (implied and outright shown), most kinks (ex: breeding, biting, blood play, scenting, musk etc), both consensual non-consent and outright non-con depending on the situation and ask, again, literally just ask me!

I will NOT write: Age-play, age regression, scat, vomit (unless it’s briefly mentioned in a sick fic)!

[risinglistener]

Twst x Touch starved!mc (+ love languages)

An: Little extra content that I wrote down in like an hour and wanted to share with yall : D

this does include some of my own headcanons and notes for how I like to characterize some of these guys showing their affection! And yes, this can apply to the Bet!Mc ^^

Includes: Cater, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, and Floyd!

Cater doesn’t outright realize but he does notice how you never push (most) people away if they’re touching you. He thought you only allowed this with certain people like your close friends, but no! Imagine his surprise when he saw you allowing Riddle to brush crumbs from the corner of your mouth, granted there was no actual skin contact so maybe you just didn’t realize at the time. 

Cater is a rather tactile person as we see in the manga and anime—a quick side hug and pulling someone in for a cute selfie, but that’s as far as Cater’s willing to go most of the time. Touch isn’t actually his preferred love language, so he doesn’t alter his behavior with you much after noticing it might be one of yours. 

Other favorites of Cater’s would be throwing an arm over your shoulder to offer comfort to you, he’s pretty fine doing this in public, though he prefers to save more intimate things like actual hugging for more private areas. If you’re noticeably feeling down then you can expect Cater is the type to lean over and share his fyp with you, cute cat videos usually distract him! 

And coming in second place for most shameless about contact is Ruggie, heck I even think Floyd says something about Ruggie being a touchy person. Which. Pot calling the kettle black— But yeah the hyena beastman does not care about showing tactile affection in public! Ruggie has the realization pretty early on after observing your behavior around other touchy people, and after noticing you seem to lean into him a bit whenever he’s got you in a side hug. 

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not gonna be all up on you in public if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, especially if you say he’s overstepping and is acting a bit too much like a boyfriend. But if do give him permission and clearly state your boundaries then best believe he’s gonna be a law-abiding citizen! 

Ruggie’s preferences for touch don’t change much in private or public, but there’s obviously some things that he’s more willing to do in the privacy of your room or his own. Cuddling is one of those! I dunno why but I really headcanon that he likes it when you’re the big spoon, like just lay your full weight on him and he’s gonna be blissed out. Crush him, he loves it and he’s right where he wants to be. 

Kalim is so playfully tactile that it can get a bit overwhelming at times, he seems to always want to have a hand on you. Surprising no one, Kalim is the king of being shameless about pda. I feel like he’s actually one of the last people to notice how you react to touch because often he needs people to tell him outright if they’re not a tactile person, he’s not the best at reading social cues in my mind, but he does remember to check in with you at times. A stream of “are you sure this is okay? Wow, I never would’ve guessed you’re a touchy person!” is common whenever he remembers you might have unspoken boundaries. 

Touch is definitely one of Kalim’s top love languages, that and gift giving. But often he tries to restrain his need for physical contact a bit, especially if he doesn’t know your boundaries yet. Throughout the school day you can expect Kalim to teasingly boop your nose, tug gently on your ears as he passes you in halls, and of course hit you with a surprise high five or hip bump! 

After you’ve verbally stated that you’re alright with Kalim going all out with his love language then be ready to get jumped, both public and private. He will sneak up behind you in the halls and attempt to tickle your sides, it’s just because he loves seeing you laugh! Kalim and you have also devolved into playfully wrestling and throwing each other around on cushy mats and pillows that Jamil laid down with a tired sigh.

Jamil probably clocks it immediately and just files the observation away for never. He’s not the touchiest person in general and that doesn’t really change after you two get closer after the events of book 4. Touching brings him out of his comfort zone and it’s a boundary that he states very easily, though of course this boundary turns non-existent when Kalim is in the picture. 

I imagine Jamil prefers words of affirmation as his love language, he expects you to compliment his cooking after every meal, but he will also offer you a simple “good job” after you get a good grade. Though he’s not very verbal about his affection, he does write letters and small, kind notes at times. I headcanon Jamil started writing to vent his frustrations about his position, he burned every letter after he was done and it made him feel somewhat better. 

Sometimes he slips a sticky note underneath your door if you’ve been studying for a long time, heck I imagine he once hand delivered you a lunch with a note and never did it again after you compared the behavior to a mother’s. If you need to be touched for comfort reasons then he might step outside of his comfort zone and lay a hand on your shoulder and maybe rub your back like his mother used to do for him. 

The huntsman is also someone who clocks it immediately, though Rook does also notice it’s a new development in your personality. Seriously, you thought you’d actually gone three years under his radar? Nope! It does make Rook curious, how you’ve become so willing to be touched when you used to be so touch averse… 

He’s not the touchiest person in the beginning, but he does try to make sure he gets his ‘quota’ in. If Rook sees you anywhere on campus then he will change direction to collide with you, sometimes literally, and make sure he gets a healthy dose of physical contact with you. Especially if he’s noticed you’ve gone the entire day without it! 

Rook loves to hold your hand, even if it’s just for a few moments, and if you’re both experiencing some free time then he’s also willing to just lay down in the courtyard and soak up some sun with you. Don’t mind the fact that he’s got a camera out, shhhh, don’t complain, the lighting is perfect out here…

Floyd makes your life a living hell after Jade tells him about your preferred love language. It doesn’t even have to be touch specifically, either way he’s suddenly doing things that might make you swoon. If he hadn’t tried to choke you during your first interaction with him. 

Oh, you like gift-giving? Oh well suddenly Floyd’s got all these pretty shells to spare! Oh wait no that’s a tooth— Uh, you prefer words of affirmation? Then he’ll tell you you’re the best seadragon ever! Seven forbid one of your love languages is quality time…no one can pull the eel off of you. But touch? Oh Floyd can do touch, he loves touch, and yes that is a threat.

Floyd isn’t typical about the way he shows you physical ‘affection,’ it’s different under the sea after all. So what you might consider strange and rude is actually peak romance that Mama and Papa Leech coached him with, and he’s doing it to you. In public it’s hard to tell if he’s being tame or not, he usually throws his body into yours and sticks there like glue while ignoring all your complaints and struggling. But in private…Floyd has caught you in an empty hall once, and getting bit was once too many in your opinion. 

[risinglistener]

╰┈➤I'd Bet on Me Ch.6 ⌞ Twst x Reader⌝

Synopsis: You explore your options of potential victims, nearly have a mental breakdown, drool over some blonds, and then get attacked. Not necessarily in that order!

Words: 3400+

An: This is a very violent chapter ToT keep yourselves safe and far away from anybody named Floyd! Because Floyd is the type of guy to fall in love at first punch...or kick.

WARNINGS: Mc does almost breakdown and experiences delusions, and you do genuinely get attacked in the end. This is a bit of a darker chapter and starts hinting towards things, so keep yourself safe!

This crazy bitch is going to squeeze you until your head pops. Why the hell did you ever think getting involved with Yuu and Co would ever end up without some form of bodily harm? 

Okay, let’s rewind back to before you sadly die from oxygen deprivation or a broken neck.

The Heartslabyul lounge is large and borderline luxurious, there’s more than enough cushy seats to go around. And yet the Prefect somehow ends up right next to you as the group sits in a neat little circle. 

It could be worse though? You could be sitting next to Riddle. 

“I must admit that I found the circumstances odd, I’ve had Cater looking into it for me.” Riddle confesses, his fingers toying with his teacup—when did he have time to make that?

Man, maybe you should quit disassociating for now…

Cater rubs the back of his neck, his expression worrisome as he smiles sheepishly. “And I found out that all the victims have been talented players like Riddle and Trey.” 

“So this really is a Spelldrive thing.” Yuu concurs, a thoughtful tilt to their head. The tilting also coincidentally makes their hair brush your shoulder. If they wanted to switch seats they really should just ask… “But Riddle, you don’t seem like the type to be careless around stairs?” 

“You’ve been here a few weeks and think you know everybody?” You mutter as you lean your body to the right, Yuu deflates at your muttered cruelties but nobody else seems to have caught what you said, thankfully. “Didn’t both Riddle and, uh, Trey…? Didn’t they both say it was like they weren’t in control of their bodies, or something like that?” 

“I did feel a particular sensation…” You do NOT want to hear about Riddle’s bodily sensations— “Like my body was moving of its own volition.” 

“The other victims said basically the same thing!” Grim points out quite loudly. How the Prefect deals with that is beyond you, you probably would’ve dropped the entity off at an adoption shelter by now…

“I believe we can safely surmise that potential Spelldrive players are the ones being targeted.” 

“You think someone is causin’ accidents to take out threats from the tournament?” 

…is that not the assumptions you had come to in Trey’s room? You click your tongue in annoyance, leaning forwards in your chair to capture the attention of the group. “Isn’t that obvious by now?” 

“Doing well in this tournament can make or break a future magician's career because everyone in the world will be watching it. If you fail on screen, then that moment will be immortalized forever. It’s no surprise that someone is trying to cut out all possibility of that happening.” 

Cater hums, “Sure, but it’s not making much sense, y’know? Somebody using wind magic to push players off the stairs would be reallyyyyyyyy noticeable.”

“Why does it have to be wind magic?” The room goes quiet at your question, the other students thinking. “You’re right, I certainly felt no external force.” Riddle admits, his brows pinching together. 

“And some people got hurt in their classrooms! Can we really assume magic was used to cause all the accidents?” 

“The culprit can tell us all about it when we capture him.” The Queen proclaims, a frown marring his features, “And we intend to help you do that.” 

…huh? 

“YOU’RE gonna help us?” Grim seems to be the only person sharing your hesitance, it earns him a few extra points in your book. Until you remember how he destroyed your blazer and he’s knocked back down your tier list. “What’s your angle?” 

“You offend us, sir.” You visibly cringe at Cater’s teasing, sing-song tone, it sounds too much like how he had back in the cafeteria. “One of our housemates was injured—why wouldn’t we wanna help him find justice?” 

“We’re all house-buds here. Count us in.” Ace declares proudly while the way he puffs his chest up and glances at Yuu reminds you of a Peacock. 

Deuce’s fist meeting leather makes a creaking sound as he punches his palm, a determined furrow between his brows. “He’s gonna pay for what he did to Trey!” 

Is nobody else concerned about the first-year threatening bodily harm against someone? And heck, you might’ve had Deuce’s personality wrong, the kid seems so…thuggish right now. 

Riddle, at least, seems mildly perplexed at the Adeuce duo. “You two seem awfully enthusiastic about this.” 

“Ah! I get it, you’re gunning for that open spot on our team, right?” 

“Heh. Was it that obvious?” Shameless is the only thing you think as you stand, mentally moving Ace even further down your list. “N-no! That had nothing to do with it, I just want to avenge our housemate!” 

“At least have some decency like your fellow first-year,” You scoff as Ace pivots his attention towards you, “Your Vice got hurt, that’s certainly nothing to celebrate.” 

“Huh?” The ginger pokes a finger into your chest, his expression turning livid. “Listen buddy, I don’t even know why you’re still here. In fact, we could solve this mess without ya!” 

I don’t even know why you’re still here. 

“I would’ve k̴̟͍̀͛̌̇̆̕͘͝͝i̸̢̭̖̥̟̦̱̺̹͗̀̑̽͛̽̕̚l̷͔̞̣̎ľ̴̢̛̘͖͍̜̌̀ë̴̡́͌̐͠ḑ̵̪̰̝͓̻̥͑̒̈́͊̿͊ͅ ̶̢̮͕̱̗͝ͅm̸̨̥̟̹̎͆̏̅̈́̂̓̾ý̷͉͇͉̬ͅs̴̭̪̗̪̦̜̊͆́̒͛̚e̵͔̤͍͂̋̉̚͠l̴̥͖͍̼̮͌̀̾͆̐̈f̴̹͎͔̯̥̼̼͈͋̌̃̊ ̸̞̮̀́̄͂͗á̵̡̡̬̦̹̗̼̠̞͗̊̃̀̏̈́͂̇l̵̢̡̺̯̗̙̞͖͔̄͐́̿̍ř̶̛̮̱͍̖͍͙̟̓͌̒̒̂͘e̷̤̣̗̜̖̊̾ȧ̶̠̒̄̈́̍͝͠ḋ̶̛͇̩̙͙͈̫̇̿͗͗͋̕ȳ̷̛͓̓̑̃̅͆͝͝.”

“Wha…what did you just say to me?” There’s ringing in your ears, spots in your vision, and you crush your fingers into fists by your sides. You ache for something, all the while Ace stares at you in confusion. “Are you going deaf or somethin’? I said you don’t have any skin in the game so I dunno why you’re still here.” 

That’s not what you heard. 

That’s not what he said.

He’s lying. 

And everyone stares at you like you’re crazy. It puts you on edge while the nausea settles into your stomach as heavy as a rock. “You—…I have my own reasons for being here.” 

The wall you had carefully put together falls all around you, your cold persona destroyed because of a simple sentence. Nobody leaps to defend you or to scold Ace for his callous words—of course they wouldn’t, it was probably just a joke. A cruel one, but it was still a joke to them. 

It wasn’t a joke to you. 

Riddle is the one that cuts through the silence—awkwardly clearing his throat as your breath stutters over your lame excuse. Of all the people in the room, you had at least believed he wouldn’t allow such…humor. 

“Your…performance will be taken into account during the investigation.” 

Colors drain out of the world as the group turns their backs on you, painting the once beautiful scenery in dulled swatches of grey and white. You can see Riddle’s lips moving as he speaks, but you don’t hear whatever he’s saying. 

Something about the tournament, likely. 

The only thing you can hear is a dripping sound. 

Plink

You don’t know where it’s coming from.

Plink plink

Your hands tighten by your sides, surely the pain of your nails biting into your palms will force you back into reality—when had you grabbed your magical pen? 

Plink plink plink

The stone is—where is that sound coming fro—why won’t someone help—since when were cruel jokes funny—please sto—

“You coming?” Cater’s hand lands on your shoulder, forcing you out of your stupor. There are still shades of gray amongst his palette, you notice his hair doesn’t shine as brightly as it once did, nor does the heart on his cheek look red anymore. 

But he still brought some color back into your view—the green of his eyes, his peachy skin, even the gem on his uniform seems to shine brighter in your gray view. 

You blink at him, your hands clenching around nothing. What had happened with your magical pen? 

What happened to you? 

“I’m—I wasn’t…” 

“Ahhhh, fazed out, huh?” You nod meekly and hate that he seems to notice but doesn’t say anything, “No worries! Happens to me all the time, I’ll explain on the way there, yeah?”

You wouldn’t blame him for being annoyed with you. 

And you certainly wouldn’t blame him if he chose to punish you in some way for not paying attention. 

And as your phone chimes you’re sure he’s going to do just that— “There! Added ya to the group, now c’mon I’ll catch ya up on the road!” 

Oh. 

Cater sticks to you like white on rice as your group passes through the Pomefiore mirror, his arm thrown casually around your shoulder and keeping you close to him.  Color has returned to normal so the panic in your chest has eased as you notice his hair is back to its bright hue.

“There’s a junior named Rook Hunt who’s caught my eye in Pomefiore!” The ginger explains while the freshmen (and you) ooh and awe at the splendor of the Pomefiore dorm. If Heartslabyul was a castle, then Pomefiore is a palace. 

Wait did he say Rook Hunt— 

“He has a blonde bob cut and a fedora—you can’t miss him.”

“Ah,” Riddle hums, “Rook is an exceptional player. He performed extremely well in last year’s tournament.” 

“Which makes him a prime target.” You state, trying to shrug off Cater’s arm but it seems your luck is rotten. “Also I don’t think anyone would be crying us a river if Hunt got hurt…the guy is weird.” 

“Huh? You think someone is weird? Man this guy has gotta be a freakshow!” Ace will be lucky if he even has eyes to watch a Spelldrive game after you’re done with him. “Listen you little—“ 

“Oh, is that him sitting over there?” Saved by Deuce… The other freshman points out a trio of—Seven they are beautiful. 

You can only catch the side profile of two out of three, but beauty isn’t about the face, it’s about the air you exude. Somebody could have the most attractive features ever and it wouldn’t mean a damn to you if they didn’t have the confidence to match! And by the Seven, are those blonds confident…

But then again maybe you just have a thing for blonds. 

It’s so sad those blonds happen to be the Housewarden and Vice of Pomefiore.

“Whoa. That dude’s, like, a glitter bomb in human form. He’s basically sparkling.” You think Ace is referring to the taller blond, his words draw your attention to the glitter laid upon Vil’s cheekbones and his killer side profile. 

Seriously you think your heart might combust if the pretty sparkly man just glances at you. 

The boy sitting across from them is adorable with artfully arranged lavender locks and light blue eyes that catch the light perfectly. He’s not the usual beauty that Pomefiore hosts, he’s a shade too cute, but it does make him stand out in the trio. 

“Non, Epel, non. When you lift your teacup, do not insert your finger through the handle. It is most inelegant.” Oh great, your group is literally crashing a tea party. 

Or, tea party…practice? Did people actually need to practice how to hold those delicate little cups? 

“Oh…Right. I’m sorry.” Either way, the poor boy seems to be doing terribly with his cup-handling practice. He holds the handle much tighter than you would think is possible from such delicate looking hands. His knuckles almost turn white at Rook’s chiding. 

Vil sighs in a theatric manner, his long, elegant fingers toying with a handheld mirror. “I just cannot decide how I want to do my makeup on tournament day! I’m thinking maybe that new foundation from Felicity Cosmetics?” 

Oh Seven you’re too poor for this. “Feli—Cater we’re all too poor to be here.” 

Boisterous laughter from Rook distracts Cater from responding to your tearful statement, “Mon belle Vil, the Roi du Poison…Surely your beauté is not so faint that you need makeup to shine?” 

“Of course I don’t!” Vil smiles as if Rook was an amusing court jester, “But I don’t dare miss an opportunity to accentuate it further!” 

“I admire that passion. Magnifique, Trés magnifique!” 

“He’s such a simp…” You mutter, eyes sliding away from the scene to the rest of the group. Cater huffs a laugh, his breath hitting the back of your neck and almost startling a scream out of you. “Weren’t you just drooling over both of them?” 

“I was not drooling, I was being very respectful about my looking at their assets.” Very, very respectfully looking at Rook’s arms, those are certainly the arms of an active man…Cater ogles with you.

“Uhhhhh…” Grim side eyes your little duo, “And you’re sayin’ this guy is some kinda incredible athlete? Somehow, I doubt he’s gonna be the target.” 

“Yeaaahhh, maybe we should peace out and move on,” Cater grins and throws up a peace sign while he’s actively dragging you back to the mirror, “We might need to get sweetie here a drink~” 

Yuu blinks at the innuendo—at least it sounded like one—and looks from you to the trio, their brows furrowing in confusion. “…what’s so special about blonds…” 

The group passes through the Hall of Mirrors once more and follows behind Cater as he scrolls on his phone, checking his list of potential victims. Surprisingly he ends up stopping by the cafeteria and actually getting you that drink…

“Lemonade?” You ask as you take a cautious sip from the bottle, Cater grins at you with a teasing light in his eyes. “Since ya can’t get a sip of your favorite blond this’ll have to quench your thirst!” 

…You take another sip of the lemonade. 

“Next on Cay-Cay’s big list of potential targets,” Cater makes a big show of showing off his phone and the mile long list in his notes app before motioning to the courtyard where two tall boys are now the stars of your little show, “Are Jade Leech and his twin brother Floyd. They’re both sophomores at Octavinelle House. Word is, they work so well together on the field that other teams don’t know how to counter them.” 

“Twin telepathy!” Deuce pipes up, looking amazed. “So it's real?” 

“I don’t know about that, the two probably know each other better than anyone else.” The boy deflates a bit at your explanation, his eyes losing a bit of shine. “…but hey, we never know, right?” 

He blinks at you before breaking into a small smile, “Right! I’ll keep believing until proven otherwise!” 

That—That is not what you were trying to suggest to him. You’re genuinely amazed, is he going through life pulling non-existence meanings out of every interaction? 

“Whoa!” Grim exclaims, “They have, like, the exact same face!” It’s a bit uncanny how alike they look like, the same teal hair, the same heterochromatic eyes, you aren’t able to tell which twin is which. 

“Is it just me, or do they make all the other students look tiny in comparison? They’re giants!” The group observes the two with hesitance, those twins really are giant compared to the other students. 

“I could see that being a big advantage for ‘em.” 

You can’t imagine someone willingly messing with either of them on the field. 

“So what do we think? Could they be in danger?” 

You scoff, your eyes rolling. “I’m pretty sure they’re more dangerous than whoever is hurting other students. I mean, look at them!” 

One of the twins wraps his arms around a smaller Scarabia student in a threatening manner. His cruel, lackadaisical grin shows off dangerously sharp teeth. 

“If I were the culprit, I’d save them for last.” Riddle hums, an uncomfortable expression on his face as your group witnesses the strange display. “Like you said, just look at those two, I wouldn’t want to get anywhere near them—especially Floyd.” 

As if he has a second sense for his name, twin number 2, that you now know is Floyd, catches sight of your group and approaches with a wide smile. “Oh ho ho! What is UP, Lil’ Goldfish?” 

“Bwah! He spotted us!” 

…Who is this us? As far as you’re concerned Floyd seems fixated on Riddle, not anybody named us. The audacity to be dragging you into his bad situations… 

“What brings you to our humble abode, huh? Playing hide-and-seek? Sounds like fun.” Seven, this guy is creepy. The lilt of his voice is borderline hostile with a manic glee, this dude could never be a victim. He makes them. 

“F-Floyd…I’ve asked you several times to stop calling me by strange nicknames.” 

“But you’re so small and red! How are you NOT a goldfish?” 

“This guy seems like he’s a few cans short of a tuna casserole…” 

When did Grim get behind you— when did Floyd get in front of you actually? The uncanny boy had moved way too quickly and is practically right up on you in an attempt to catch sight of Grim, his face lighting up in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “A talking cat? Now THAT’S something you don’t see every day! Can I squeeze you ‘til you pop?” 

“Huh?!” 

“Uh, no?! Stay away from me, weirdo!” Grim stays tucked behind your legs, using you as some sort of meat shield. You’re not sure how long he thinks you’d be able to hold off this behemoth if he really puts his mind to ‘squeezing’ Grim…

Why is he seeking protection from you actually??? You’re not his cat-mom or dad or whatever, you’re not even a weird uncle! “Myah, protect me!” 

…okay, that might make your heart grow a few sizes for Grim. 

You shift just a bit, putting yourself chest to chest with the incredibly amused Floyd, all in an attempt to protect an entity that you barely like.

“My, it would appear a contingent from Heartslabyul House has paid us a little visit.” The other twin, Jade, seems perfectly polite and sane compared to his twin. His uniform is much neater and one of his hands lands neatly against his chest in some mimicry of a heartfelt motion. 

He seems more palatable than Floyd who is clearly crazy. But there’s still something in those eyes that makes your hair stand on edge… “Here to assess the competition in advance of the Spelldrive tournament, perhaps?” 

“Nah. We…can’t really go into it, though.” Cater shrugs and looks nervous at how close you and Floyd are. You don’t miss the way Floyd’s hands twitch like he’s itching to wrap them around you and, what was he said? 

Squeeze you ‘til you pop?

“We take a dim view of spying at Octavinelle.” Shudders run down your spine as Floyd instinctively fixes his height as his twin speaks, towering over you now. “I would ask you to justify your actions, suspicious as they are. And please, spare no detail.” 

“This guy sure talks fancy, but man, his eyes are stone cold.” 

The eyes never lie, you think. You see your own terrified expression reflected in Floyd’s eyes, you’re worried those eyes are going to be the last thing you see. 

The twins remind you of predators. Ones that seem amused by the prey that’s wandered directly into their lair. “Ya gonna start talkin’ or am I gonna have to get squeezy?” Floyd giggles as lays a hand on your shoulder, his touch is like a shock to your system and—

You kick him. 

Right in the…well, the only place you can reach. Which is…yeah. 

He falls to his knees—breathless and gasping, and laughing? Is he actually crazy?—everybody in the courtyard seems to gasp and hold still for a moment. Shocked at your retaliation, even Jade’s careful and poised mask falls as he stares blankly at his writhing twin.

You’ve got to run, get away from these crazies—

You freeze as Floyd kicks at your legs. A shudder runs through you as your cheek scrapes against the concrete path, the stinging in your palms doesn’t feel nearly as bad as the pain in your jaw. 

Floyd lunges for you once again, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, then your neck, and he’s squeezing you— 

He’s squeezing you— you’re choking as he tightens his arms around your neck, resting your head in the crook of his elbow in a mimicry of intimacy—your pathetic kicking and hitting doesn’t seem to do much to him, hell he seems thrilled when you resort to biting him. 

“C’mon! I bet’cha can’t get your teeth through my skin!” 

Your voice is raspy as you beg and plead with him. When that doesn’t work you resort to yelling insults with fierce hatred. 

“Awwh, you’re gonna hurt my feelings!” 

You think you’re going to die as you feel his grip get even tighter. 

“Where’s that fight from before, huh?” 

Then you and Floyd are burning. 

Blue flames lick up his arm, startling him into letting you go. Someone grabs you by the shoulders and tries to help you to your feet, whispering assurances into your ear as they get you away from those evil twins. 

Your body feels like lead—weighted and useless. 

But Seven, you crack a smile as you hesitantly touch at the ring of bruises you can feel forming on your throat, it felt so good to kick that bastard in the dick.

[risinglistener]

Kinda curious who you guys would rather kick in the balls (and no this doesn’t affect anything in Bet on Me 👀…)

These options are completely random, just the people who immediately came to mind

Who’s gonna need surgery after your amazing kick

Jade

Floyd

Azul

Leona

Ruggie (HUH?)

Riddle

Trey

Cater

Sebek

Silver

Jamil

Voting ended onJul 9

Edit: (Also just updated my intro post to include my “writing rules” for what I can/am willing to write for requests! If you’re curious about something, feel free to reach out and ask me in my inbox about whatever!)

[risinglistener]

I’M CHEESIN SOME OF YOU ARE GONNA BE SO HAPPY LMAO

[risinglistener]

Dunno if ya take request for writing other stuff in different fandoms or different fics of the same media other than writing your main fic bet on me, but ima try my luck here

What if yuu was a brim hat from wha, but like they turned into a brim hat so that they can help other people with forbidden magic??? Like a twst and wha crossover or somethin

Answering this now because the WHA/Twst crossover might take a bit longer, but I wanted you to know I did see your ask and I am writing the au you’ve asked for! It might come out after chapter 6 or so, but I am working on it :3

And yes I am willing to take requests for different fandoms! Wha actually happens to be one of my main fandoms atm, which also includes Twst and transformers! Though for transformers I’m only willing to write for a Cybertronian mc!

[risinglistener]

Little update for chapter 6!

I wonder what could cause this reaction.

[risinglistener]

Lowkey I’ve been thinking about those normalized Yandere aus and I think they’re fun in theory, but sometimes the execution leaves me iffy!

Like I would love to see the “Darlings” being more than just the perfect victims in stories, y’know those soft, curvy (white-coded) people that entice all the Yandere around them. Also I’m a rather scientific person (rewrote my own Omegaverse because that shi got me annoyed lowkey 😭) and the concept of Darlings being a genetic thing actually makes no sense to me??

I understand that a significant portion of personality and traits are genetic, and whatever isn’t directly inherited is caused by your experiences. But the whole Yandere/Darling genetics thing feels like it could fit more neatly into a personality disorder that’s been widely accepted and normalized rather than a genetics thing. I’d prefer a whole “They act this way because EVERYONE does and it’s what is taught in schools and at home”, not because it’s a ‘mutation’ that makes people act like either the perfect victim and the captor.

I feel like making Darlings and Yandere a genetic factor feels kinda lazy, because it could be so cool to see a system where people get divided based on early childhood traits that they show, and sure their designation might change as they grow older, but that could be rare because of how differently Darlings and Yanderes are taught, y’know?

All in all this is just me wanting an Mc in the normalized Yandere aus to be less Victim-coded (god that sounds bad) and more like an anomaly that the other Yanderes and Darlings are trying to shove into their “perfect” system.

Plus imagine the laws in a normalized Yandere au?? That stuff has got me so interested. It’s disappointing because this genre has so much potential but it feels like people are using it to romanticize Yanderes (which I just found out green flag Yanderes exist???) and not to tell a story about the horrors of losing your autonomy to someone who wants to own you body, mind, and even soul.

[risinglistener]

SINCE WHEN DID YOU WRITE SMUT?? I NEVER KNEW THAT WGAT

PFTTTTTT

I’M LIKE….WILLING TO WRITE VERY SOFT SMUT! XD I’ve never written hardcore smut like other writers before because that lowkey scares me because what if someone just peeks over my shoulder and sees what I’m doing

That is actually my worst fear right there….

[risinglistener]

Kinda curious who you guys would rather kick in the balls (and no this doesn’t affect anything in Bet on Me 👀…)

These options are completely random, just the people who immediately came to mind

Who’s gonna need surgery after your amazing kick

Jade

Floyd

Azul

Leona

Ruggie (HUH?)

Riddle

Trey

Cater

Sebek

Silver

Jamil

Voting ended onJul 9

Edit: (Also just updated my intro post to include my “writing rules” for what I can/am willing to write for requests! If you’re curious about something, feel free to reach out and ask me in my inbox about whatever!)

[risinglistener]

Helloo :-), kissy anon here

Just asking an important question here....

Is it possible to kiss the MC infront of Y*u? (The Y*u censorship is funny ngl please keep it going, and ty random anon who made the Y*u censorship a thing 🫶)

An: LMAO You're the real love interest aren't you, kissy anon? Just ragebaiting Y*u like you're getting paid for it oml

If you’d like to be jumped, then go ahead! It just depends on what book we’re in to say who’s meeting you outside with a metal bat 💔

Y*u: No matter what book we’re in, Y*u is always gonna be one of the most aggressively down bad people and the biggest hater. (Rivaled only by certain others.) Y*u believes they know you best, sometimes they think they even know you better than yourself, so imagine their disbelief when some rando walks up and kisses you. 

They feel sick to their stomach as they watch someone lay their hand on your lower back, way too low in their opinion. It’s such a casual motion and the person is smooth as they dip you slightly and plant their mouth on yours. They have to stop themself from actually gagging as the stranger locks tongues with you. 

Y*u thanks every higher power they can think of when you finally tap out from the kiss. They are not happy that you seem so breathless, they should’ve been the one taking your breath away! The Prefect robotically informs you that they’re sorry but something just came up, didn’t you hear their phone ring? (Gaslighting final boss)

They leave you in the courtyard confusedly asking kissy anon what all that was about? 

“Teenager found in ditch earlier this morning!”

[risinglistener]

Did a 4 mile hike today and oh my god??? Jade does this willingly???

Thought my legs were gonna give out 😭🙏

Anyways! Chapter 6 might be a little late, I’ve got it’s basic outline completed but I dunno how long I wanna make this thing, but feel free to send some I’d Bet on Me questions/asks and maybe even some headcanon asks to tide y’all over since I’m gonna start official work on chapter 6 next week!

Edit: (Kissy anon I just saw your ask and am working on it right away 🫡)

[risinglistener]

Whats the mc's reaction to getting hit on by like, q completely random who isnt the main cast or yuu? Like a secret admirer or something 🤔🤔, would they give them a chance and go on to date them for a while or reject them fully??

Random scenario, but i cant let this thought go 👀👀 (also more focused on how our mc feels, aswell as maybe uhm.. y*u)

AN: LMAO THE NAME CENSORING

This is actually such a funny scenario to imagine for me right now XD because I can see it happening, like the Mc might not seem too attractive to our main cast right now, except for Y*u (and that will change/threat), BUT a certain someone has been attracted to you since the beginning 👀 

Why don’t we give Scarabia student B a chance?

God he needs a name, if you have any name suggestions for him then feel free to throw ‘em my way! 

Characters: You (the star of the show), your partner, Y*u, Kalim, and Ruggie!

Words: 1600+

“I’ve liked you since we were freshmen together, so please give me a chance!” 

This guy came prepared. He’s got flowers in his hands (yes, even if you’re a dude or masc presenting, y’all deserve flowers too), a treat depending on your preferences, and an adorably flustered expression but he still tries his best to maintain eye contact with you. 

It’s so obvious he’s nervous right now, his hands clenching and unclenching around the bouquet as he waits for your answer. 

If you remember correctly, he’s the friend of one of your roommates who often comes around to hang out with them. You usually only see him in passing and exchange some sarcastic jokes, but the other you must have been at least somewhat interested in this guy for him to have supposedly liked you since you were freshmen. 

You can’t imagine confessing to someone who you know isn’t as interested in you as you are in them. 

You don’t really know this guy…not like how the other you probably knew him. It would kinda feel like you were cheating him, and yourself, out of an actual relationship built on their shared trust and past friendship. 

“Oh wow…” You mutter, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets to give yourself something to do that isn’t just standing there. “I’m…flattered?” 

He deflates, “No you aren’t…I can hear it in your voice, you…you don’t like me like that.” 

You don’t imagine it would be comforting to tell him you don’t even know him, especially if the two of you were friends of some kind before your…change. He would probably think you’re playing a cruel trick on him, or some kind of psychological warfare. 

“I’m sorry if I came on too strong! I-I know you get kinda uncomfortable when people get too ‘real,’ I should’ve taken that into account or something…” Jeez the other you sounds like a jerk. “No, no, you weren’t too strong or anything. I’m just surprised? You weren’t really sending me any signals that you liked me.” 

Or maybe you had just misinterpreted the longing looks he would send you during lunch, or the way he always seemed to have a snack or two to spare you whenever you were in for a long night of make-up work. 

Okay. 

Maybe you were an oblivious idiot.  

But he was automatically worse because he wanted you apparently. 

Oh wow, someone actually wanted you.

The thought makes you flush and shuffle your feet awkwardly, “I, uh, wouldn’t be opposed to a date, y’know…” 

You’ve never seen someone light up so fast. You feel a sense of wariness at the idea of an actual relationship, but he at least seems like a decent guy. Besides, why can’t you just let loose a bit? It’s not like you’re promising to marry him or anything, it’s just a date or two!

The two of you go steady throughout the school year, somehow finding time for each other as you get wrapped up in the shenanigans of the other students. The only moments of peace that you get are with your partner, successfully hiding from Yuu, Crowley, and the world in his dorm or whatever impromptu date he’s got planned. 

You couldn’t be happier honestly! You feel loved and cared for, he’s never stopped bringing you flowers or a treat just because you finally agreed to date him. He learns your new preferences without a complaint!

Heck he’s so devoted you think he might peel an orange for you if you told him too. Actually the thought of him doing that, willingly caring for you even though you could do it yourself, does make you very flustered… 

You used to think all the things couples did was kinda stupidly overdramatic, why would you dance in the rain or whatever? Why do people want to have their first kiss under a starlit sky? Why does your heart feel like it’s going to beat out of your chest whenever he offers you his hand to hold, never pushing you if you’re not in the mood for physical contact? 

Ughhhhhhh why does he have to be so stupidly perfect??? It was only supposed to be a date or two, why are you seriously considering meeting his parents???

Y*u: The Prefect is genuinely so salty. They devoted so much of their time trying to find out your likes and dislikes, they basically speedran figuring out what jewelry and style you preferred, and you date somebody like him? 

Yuu doesn’t understand that building a relationship with you takes trust and time, something they don’t have much of in this world if they really do expect to return to their world. They don’t understand why you won’t commit to a relationship with them, not realizing that they’re actively working towards leaving you one day. 

You might have given up on ever returning to your old life after having an epiphany, but they haven’t. Yuu might know if you prefer sour or sweet, what textures throw you off, and if you think pineapple on pizza is fine or a cardinal sin, but they didn’t take the time to learn that about you. They figured it all out in two days, never savoring any of the information in a real way, and instead just saw it as extra information they could use to woo you. 

They just won’t understand why you’re so against being with them. They’ve fought by your side through like five Overblots and they would do it again if you just asked them! You don’t ask them too though, you don’t expect much from someone who’s been so adamant on wanting to leave this world behind. 

Kalim: He’s very happy for you two at first! He hears about the relationship in passing and celebrates like he usually does, with a party, though neither you nor your partner attend it. He takes no offense to this though, he knows you aren’t very comfortable in large crowds so he sends up some desserts from the party to your room with a nice note, I hope you two are very happy together!!! < 3 - From Kalim 

Kalim finds the happiness of his dorm mates very important, but he does come to regret encouraging your relationship with your partner in later books. He learns about your kindness, that the prickly exterior is just armor you wear so you don’t get hurt. He realizes how smart you really are and admires you for it, he admires how you’re trying to change your path against all odds. 

Kalim is one of the few people that doesn’t actively sabotage your relationship, nor does he pray for its downfall. He doesn’t want for you or your partner’s feelings to get hurt, which would happen if your relationship ended badly, so instead he just hopes you two will someday realize you might’ve been better as just friends and then you and him can be together! 

So in the meantime, Kalim keeps himself preoccupied by imagining fantasies of what your relationship will be like. He often wakes Jamil up with his giggling and squealing in the dead of night. His favorite fantasies are the ones where he imagines you two having a large, happy family just like his someday. 

Ruggie: Even when Ruggie describes your relationship as just friendly or even best friends, he feels some wisps of jealousy whenever he sees how happy and soft your partner has made you. Don’t get him wrong! In the early books, Ruggie is perfectly happy to just be your best buddy that you get lunch with, but even friends can get jealous. 

After all, you’ve told him he was your best friend, so shouldn’t that come with some privileges? He especially gets jealous whenever you bring your partner to lunch, that’s supposed to be your buddy time! Never mind the fact that you share basically all your classes with Ruggie and practically none with your partner, it doesn’t matter if you barely see them throughout the day! Ruggie’s time with you is limited too after all, you’re a third year! 

Your relationship puts a little strain on your friendship with Ruggie in later books, because that’s all you want from him, friendship. He knows he can’t offer you much, he wouldn’t be able to get those fancy bouquets for you every date like your partner could, and most of his date ideas consist of picnics and cooking dates, so it makes him a bit bittersweet. He’s glad that you’re being provided for and are finally expressing happiness, but he wishes that was him taking care of you. 

It should’ve been him! He’s your best buddy, not whoever that rando is! Ruggie goes to sleep hoping he’ll get a cute, domestic dream of the two of you being married and not in debt whatsoever, just doing things that married people do like cooking and kissing and all that. He wants that intimacy so badly with you.

[risinglistener]

Hey! I love your writing, feel free to decline since this request would be too long to write. I would like to ask if you could write on an AU of Floyd's dream based on this : https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSCAAJqhv/

An: This was actually so fun to write! It's just a small thing because these ideas were the most I was able to get down in a short time, but lemme know if yall want to see more of this au or have questions!

Also yes, I came up with mc's sea creature nickname kinda on the spot XD

Words: 1300+

At what point did Jade end and Floyd begin? 

It’s something you’ve thought about here and there, not obsessively, but in that way you think about things when time seems to be moving too slowly. The thought would pop up more and more after what happened in Octavinelle. 

How were the twins so different? 

Jade reminds you of the open sea. The water looks clear, so you start diving down, but as you go deeper it gets darker. It makes you wonder what monsters it’s hiding from you. 

But Floyd was harder to describe… He wasn’t always moody, but he was fickle and overwhelming with his emotions. You didn’t know much more about him after that. 

It doesn’t matter. 

There’s not much more worth knowing anyways. 

— 

Floyd’s life might be perfect! 

He’s got his brother in Pomefiore, doing whatever the heck a Jade does in that fancy dorm, and his boss right by his side doing boss-man things! There isn’t much that he would change, there’s no one that needs squeezing, and the Mostro Lounge has been running smoothly. 

“Floyd,” The tall boy slides up smoothly next to Azul, just barely slouching in that way Azul claimed was unprofessional. “Could you head over to Pomefiore and check if Jade’s got any ideas for an autumn revamp for the Lounge?” 

“Eh?” Azul still talked about Jade so much. “Y’know he’s just gonna suggest his mushroom idea again! Blegh— nobody’s comin’ to the Lounge if we put those things on the menu!” 

Azul gives him a look, pinching the bridge of his nose like he might have a headache. It was just a question! And if Floyd already knew what Jade was gonna say, then it would be a waste of time to head all the way to Pomefiore for what he already knew. 

Ooh! He could see someone interesting on the way though…

He hasn’t seen the seadragon in a while, they were saying something about being stressed about exams last time, weren’t they? 

Heheh, seadragon was really bad at accepting help, but really good at complaining. 

It kinda gets on his nerves. Maybe a good squeeze would knock some sense into them— 

“We were talking over the phone last night and he said he actually had some pattern ideas.” Azul hums, a small smirk spreading across his face. “So if you could go pick those up for me it’d be a huge help, I’ll hold down the Lounge while you’re gone, yeah?” 

“Yeah yeah! See ya on the flip side, boss-man!” 

…Floyd doesn’t get why Azul seems to prefer Jade so much. He’s the twin that stayed after all, Floyd is his vice, his right hand man. 

He is. 

— — 

Floyd is tempted to dump the pile of fabric underneath his arm into a fountain. But then Azul would ask him what happened, or worse!

He’d ask Jade. Over the phone. 

Maybe Floyd should just break the boss-man’s phone? It’d be interesting to see how he reacts, but he’d probably just buy a new one and give Floyd that disappointed little sigh and the whole “I thought we talked about you doing things like this” speech. 

He wasn’t in the mood to be scolded today. 

…But he could drag his feet and go on a little adventure, if the fabrics ended up ruined because of someone else, then Azul and Jade couldn’t blame him. 

The grin that spreads across his face when he catches sight of a certain seadragon sitting on their favorite bench is vicious. 

— — — 

The Magical Theories of Propulsion was not exciting and you never should’ve expected Riddle to tell you the truth, not when it was studying season and he expected you to do your very best. 

If the stress of upcoming exams doesn't kill you then this book might. 

You would’ve abandoned studying entirely—  you already know you’re going to breeze through your Potionology exam, though that is only one of them…— but Riddle encouraged you to study like a normal person. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a simple realization: Has a cloud blocked the sun? 

You turn on your haunches and find yourself nose to nose with one of the Leech twins. 

“Eyyy! Whatcha doing all the way out here, is Goldfishie throwing a fit up at Heartslabyul or somethin’?” Your shoulders fall, somehow your body relaxes under the harsh weight of Floyd’s two-toned gaze. 

You give him a half-hearted smile as he settles into a more comfortable position next to you. “He’s making me study theories and junk…I could do better with my memorization I guess.” 

“Tch, that doesn’t sound like any fun…” You glance at him from the side of your eye, for some reason you don’t find it unsettling that he’s halfway lingering in your blind spot. “Well aren’t you in a mood, something happened at the Lounge?” 

“Nah, just nuthin’ interesting today. Not even you.” 

You click your tongue at his statement, your brows furrowing in annoyance. Floyd’s grin stretches when he sees your hands tighten around the spine of your book, it’s always so easy to get you riled up. “Whaaaaat? It’s the truth! My mean seadragon ain’t paying no attention to me, what’s so great about that book, huh?” 

“The book isn’t insulting me, for one.” 

“Eh?!”

“And I’m pretty sure Riddle is gonna quiz me on it when I get back to Heartslabyul, so unless you’re planning to let me hide out in Octavinelle, leave me alone with my boring books.” 

When…

When were you ever close enough to Floyd to talk so flippantly to him like this— 

A feeling of contentment settles in you as Floyd flops onto your legs, crushing the pages of your book between his back and your knees. “Floyd! What the heck!” You shove at the taller boy, but it’s useless once Floyd has his mind set on something. “This is a library book, I’ve got to return this! Get off you big lug—“ 

“Lotsa complainin’ comin’ from ya but I ain’t hearing any sorry,” You blink in disbelief, taking in his smug face, what the hell did you have to apologize for? “You haven’t spent any time with me, seadragon! You're waaaaaaaay too worried about your stupid exams and Goldfishie, shouldn’t you be more worried about what I think about you?” 

“And what do you think about me?” Might as well let Floyd’s actions slide, you have kinda been neglecting him, haven’t you? 

You can’t remember the last time you two hung out. 

You can’t remember any of the times you two hung out actually…

“Hmmm…I think ya owe me!” You blink at the finger he taps on your nose, your own hand smacking it away as you glare down at him. “Well, you’re gonna owe me, so might as well just pay me back now!” 

“For what?” Seven, you don’t think you’ve called in any favors from Floyd recently. The last time was enough for you. 

Last time? 

“I’m gonna let ya hide out in my room for the week! That way the mean Goldfishie can’t get ya, and then we can hang out!” 

You hadn’t been serious about that! I mean, you’d need a sleepover pass from Trey or Riddle and you were genuinely willing to bet money on their answers being No or No! You’re supposed to be studying! 

“Floyd, I can’t just…” 

“Sure ya can! Come on, don’t ya trust me?” 

You don’t know why you’re surprised, but for some reason, you do. And why does that seem so strange to you? 

— — — — 

You — the real you — blinks at the easy intimacy between the dream you and Floyd, they seem like…

You’re not going to think about that right now. Seven that’s terrifying to imagine, you and Floyd? 

Hah! 

Who knew Malleus had such funny jokes? 

You look back at the dream and have a different thought: Maybe there is more to Floyd worth knowing. 

[risinglistener]

╰┈➤I'd Bet on Me Ch.5 ⌞ Twst x Reader⌝

Synopsis: You get blackmailed into helping people. Yes, this counts as your one good deed for the rest of the year. Also how dare he have the audacity to cheat AND get caught doing it?? Words: 3000+ (oh god...)

An: This was genuinely such fun to write! Lemme know what yall think, and totally not for future use and just a random question, how did yall figure out what career you wanted to go into?

TWS: Crowley, general blackmail, also the gingers invaded this chapter....

“I assume you know why you’re here!” 

You sit in an opulent office, seven portraits of the people you admire most staring down at you while a crow-masked man (who you certainly DON’T admire) sits across from you, his hands steepled beneath his chin. 

You had been called to Crowley’s office after Potionology. Professor Crewel had delivered the news with a slight cringe on his face. He hadn’t said much else, but nobody was just casually called to the Headmage’s office unless you were in deep trouble.

So either Crowley has finally realized that it would be in his best interest to get rid of such a terrible student, or he’s going to send you on a wild goose chase again. 

“Recently I’ve noticed various improvements in your academics! Now, I don’t want to accuse any of my students of violating the integrity of this great school.” There’s a but in that sentence, you can feel it coming as your heart sinks. “Although…your improvement is rather strange when compared to your recent grades. Why, just a month ago you were missing 12 basic essays in your history class!” 

You thought you were pacing yourself. You weren’t spitting out work that you considered particularly advanced, you were only earning low B’s for Seven’s sake (which was largely credited to the fact your Professors thought you worked better with Ruggie), and your grades were still in the trenches! Were you truly improving too fast? Did you seem too advanced for a student that had been on the brink of expulsion? 

“I—I would never, sir-“ Crowley leans forward, the glowing orbs in his sockets tracking your wince like it might be evidence. “Yes yes, none of my students would participate in academic dishonesty! But maybe you can…put this newfound intelligence of yours to use, dear student?” 

You gulped, your hands fisting in your lap. “What do you want me to do, sir?” Sweat drips down your neck, dragging down your spine and settling into the material of your undershirt. Thank the Seven you’d been able to pick up your replacement blazer earlier.

“A mystery! One that has stumped some of my best students. You wouldn’t be opposed to lending fresh eyes to their situation, would you?” He wanted you to…solve a mystery? He was blackmailing you into being a detective??

You blink at the man, your jaw working as you thought the situation you’ve found yourself in. A) You were called into the Headmage’s office, but he didn’t tell Crewel why you were needed. 

B) He says he wouldn’t accuse you of cheating, but his words insinuate that he thinks you have cheated somehow. 

C) He didn’t call Ruggie in. Maybe he wants to keep you two separated for some reason? Or maybe…

Maybe he doesn’t have genuine proof that you’ve cheated. Mostly because the evidence never existed, you’re better than having to rely on such a method, but he doesn’t know that.

You were known as nothing more than a delinquent just a month ago, of course Crowley would assume you had used scandalous methods to achieve better grades. 

But he doesn’t have proof. Surely you can report him to some school council or whatever, would any of your teachers listen to you though? 

…You’re not confident they would. They might have, if this was your original life where you were known as someone who was hardworking and never coasted through class on the back of others…but you weren’t. This you wasn’t actually you. 

It’s not you, it’s not. There’s no way in hell you would ever become like this. 

“A—A, uhm, mystery?” You force your hands and body to relax. You need to make yourself seem unbothered, you can’t be too desperate to prove him wrong or you’ll crucify yourself. “I don’t know if I’ll be much help, but I’d be glad to provide my services.” 

He smiles and it sparks something uneasy in your gut. You feel like you’ve made a big mistake. 

Okay so you made a terrible mistake. He wants you to help Yuu and co investigate Ruggie. The Ruggie who you bought a Savanaclaw jersey for, the Ruggie who you bought tickets to the interdorm tournament for. 

AND THAT FUCKER HAD THE GALL TO CHEAT??

Not on you, but on the stupid game you spent a lot of money on in some bullshit show of support. You’re not as mad about him actively cheating and hurting other players, (you are a teensy bit mad about that though, oh Seven did he already get to Jamil?) you’re more mad that he was sloppy enough to get caught. 

Especially by these color-coded idiots and their pyromaniac cat. If you’d known Crowley would make you work with the Prefect and Co then you might have just taken whatever punishment he had planned for if you refused. 

The Prefect watches you with literal stars in their eyes, thanking you over and over with their hands clapping together. “We won’t take up too much of your time, I swear! I-I’m really excited to work with you!” 

Well, you didn’t have much of a choice. The power of friendship energy this group radiated would’ve never been your first option for solving such a serious issue. Yuu seemed like they just glided through life, caught in the crossfire at the worst possible moment by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

And yet everyone you’ve met praises them like they’re some godsend. It’s…

The navy-haired boy approaches you, a stiffness in his shoulders. You half expect him to hit you, maybe he’s looking to finish the fight he and his friend started outside the library that one time, but instead he bows, “I apologize for my actions the other day! I jumped the gun and caused my upper classman harm, I hope I can earn your forgiveness!” 

“…eh?” You stare into his determined eyes, waiting for him to do…anything but keep staring at you with eyes as star filled as the Prefect’s. “What d’ya mean earn my forgiveness, don’t people usually say ‘I hope you forgive me’ or something?” 

His head shakes viciously and you're afraid it might pop off. “I won’t force you to forgive me, that's something I need to earn. I’ll prove to you how great an under classman I actually am, promise!” 

…that feels like a threat. 

You glance at him through narrowed eyes, suddenly realizing you didn’t even know this guy's name. “Look man, you don’t have to go through the trouble, just make sure it doesn’t happen again by using your head and thinking things through.”

Well, at least this one seemed far more tolerable than his ginger counterpart, you sneak a look at the other freshman and aren’t surprised to find he doesn’t look the least bit apologetic. “Don’t expect anythin’ from me!” 

“Ace!” Yuu gasps, their eyes becoming wide with disbelief. “Deuce apologized already, it’s only proper that you do too.” 

You don’t actually expect the ginger—Ace— to apologize, and even if he does he obviously won’t mean it, but it's good to know who the real jerk of this little group is.

You take quiet notice that Yuu doesn’t seem to include themself in the group of people who owe you an apology when they shove their fat cat in your face. “Grim would like to apologize too!” 

The cat’s cheeks puff like a particularly cranky child, the flames in his ears growing riotous as he crosses his stubby arms over his tufted chest. “Hmph! I was defendin’ my henchman’s honor.” 

That is not an apology. 

But your patience is running thin and there’s only so many hours in the day left, so you clap your hands right next to Grim’s ears (making sure to be extra loud, don’t ever let someone say you’re not just a little petty) and beam your best smile. “Well isn’t that precious. Anyways, Crowley said something about a mystery and then you guys were talking about Ruggie Bucchi, yeah?” 

“We think he’s the one who’s been causing these accidents.” The Prefect confesses, awkwardly wringing their hands after their cat climbs onto their shoulders. “Has anyone seen Ruggie when the accidents happen? Don’t take this personally, but I know your group jumps the gun a bit.” 

“Ah- no, not yet…we were actually going to check on Trey and ask him how his accident happened before Headmage Crowley called us here. If you’d be up for it, I’m sure you could be a big help!” You might need sunglasses if the Prefect keeps being so optimistically bright. Seriously, you thought Kalim was the only one who shone as brights as the literal sun, but the Prefect’s giving him a run for his money with how they’re looking at you. 

“I already told you I’m helping, don’t make me go back on my own promises now.” You huff, arms crossing over your chest as you resign yourself to spending time with the Prefect and tweedle-dum, dumber, and dumbest. 

The five of you head towards the Heartslabyul mirror, passing through it and finding yourselves in the middle of a beautiful courtyard. The rose bushes are perfectly manicured, the petals a waxy white to contrast against the lush leaves. In the middle is a carved fountain, clear blue water pooling beneath it. 

You don’t have time to linger on the actual castle that is the Heartslabyul dormitory as the first-year group walks forwards like they own the place. The gall of these people…

You trail behind them slower, hovering just far back enough that trying to make conversation would be an awkward task. Thankfully, the others seem to take a hint and leave you be for the time being. Soon enough, Deuce comes to a stop by a door and knocks, a quiet “come in” being the only answer. 

A man with green hair and a neatly painted clover mark on his cheek lays on a bed tucked beneath a window, his foot elevated on a couple of pillows. Surprisingly, you find yourself recognizing the other occupant of the room, a certain ginger that seems to be playing nursemaid for Trey. 

You linger by the doorway. You’re not hiding from Cater, you’re just…studying the Heartslabyul architecture. 

“Yo, man, how’s it going?” 

“How are you feeling, Trey?” 

“We came all this way just to see your sorry face, it’s cool—don’t get up.” 

Genuinely you wonder where they found these first-years. You’re willing to bet the trash. Disrespectful little beasts…

“Well if it isn’t Hunting Season! And Grim and Yuu too! You’re rolling deep today.” Cater grins, winking teasingly. You crack a small smile at the gambling reference, huh, you hadn’t even realized those two were a Poker pair. 

Even Yuu seems to agree with you, they wince slightly at Grim’s ‘greeting.’ “Apologies, we’re just here to check in!” 

Ace speaks up in question, rubbing his nape in a display of confusion. “Hey Cater…I’m lost, whaddaya mean by ‘Hunting Season?’” You wonder how someone can be a Heartslabyul student and not know how to play poker. 

Cater grins wider which you didn’t know was possible. You worry his face might crack in two like porcelain. “I mean it’s you guys! You’re Ace and he’s Deuce, that’s what you call an Ace Deuce in poker!” 

“Don’t give us a couple nickname!” 

“Awwh, but it’s so cute and— oh is that Sweetie I see back there! Come on in, you don’t gotta haunt the doorway like a ghost!” In a whirlwind of movement, Cater is suddenly behind you and driving you forward with a tight grip on your shoulders, kicking the door closed with his heel. 

You’re plopped by the foot of the bed, forced into a cushiony stool with Cater still behind you in your blind spot. You imagine he’s got his hands on his hips, proudly displaying you like some mom that just dragged her introvert out to play. 

It takes all your strength not to immediately cast a curse on both the gingers in this room, the one currently laughing at the ‘nickname’ Cater had foisted onto you, and the one that’s made you the star of the conversation. 

“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” Trey extends his palm to you, already proving himself to be more bearable than his juniors. “I’m Trey Clover, Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul, it’s nice to meet you…?” 

You blankly tell him your name, slipping your hand into his and find yourself surprised at the calluses you feel there. You tuck away the realization that there might be more to Trey than what his clean appearance suggests for later and try to steer the conversation away from yourself and back to what you’re supposed to be doing, “Now that we’re acquainted, care to tell us about your accident?” 

“Ah, slipped on the stairs.” …that was what Crowley considered suspicious? “I couldn’t catch myself and my ankle got all messed up,” the man motions to his elevated ankle that is tenderly wrapped in bandages, “I’ll be on crutches for a while…” 

“Jeez, didn’t know it was that bad, guess you won’t be able to play in the tournament, huh?” You’re already starting to connect some dots on why someone would want to hurt Trey, you still don’t quite believe it absolutely was Ruggie though. After all, what reason did he have to shove a typical nice guy like Trey down a flight of stairs? “So somebody pushed you?” 

“No, actually. It’s the strangest thing but it was like my body wasn’t listening to me, I wasn’t even aware of what was happening until I was already at the bottom of the steps.” 

“Aw man,” Grim sighs, patting Trey’s blanket with a frown. “I was hopin’ your injury wasn’t that serious—but here, I brought ya get well tuna.” 

“Heh, thanks.” 

Does he not understand that other people aren’t cats?

You watch as Grim pulls an actual can of tune out of nowhere, everyone else seems to smile like that’s perfectly normal and acts amused by his attitude. You’re still stuck on the fact that this cat apparently has access to an interdimensional pocket realm that he uses to store tuna in. 

“Ugh, hashtag fail! Now that we've lost a power player, we’ll have to redo our team roster.” 

The Hunting Season duo visibly perks up, large grins overtaking their faces as they both seem to celebrate this new information. “Wait, what?!” 

Someone knocks on the door and opens it seconds later, you feel your stomach drop at the heart-shaped bangs and immediately try to sink into the floor. It doesn’t open up and swallow you whole, nor does Riddle Rosehearts turn out to be a figment of your imagination. 

“Why are there so many people here? Trey’s supposed to be resting!” The Prefect immediately moves to explain, fidgeting with their thumbs nervously. “We were just here to check up on Trey and ask him how he was doing.” 

“Hm,” Riddle hums, seeming to accept this answer before those stony eyes land on you. His brows furrow as confusion overtakes his expression. “And what are you doing here? I don’t believe we have any tutoring sessions scheduled for today.” 

Like you’d ever willingly come to Heartslabyul to study. Sure this place was pretty, but it was too Rosehearts-y for you. On the walk over you had been terrified that Riddle would just pop up and decide you were breaking some inane rule just by existing in the same pocket of space as him and collar you. 

(Though, allegedly, he doesn’t do that anymore.) 

“I was here to ask Trey some questions about his accident on the Headmage’s request.” 

The room is silent for around five seconds before Riddle decides that is acceptable and turns his attention back onto the others, “How are you doing, Trey? Can I bring you anything to eat or drink?” 

You wanted to be snarky and say Trey just fell down the stairs and was mildly hurt, it wasn’t like he had gone off to war and came back with a missing leg. You, wisely, choose not to say any of that though. 

“I told you Riddle: You don’t need to fuss over me like this.” You couldn’t imagine being mother henned by Riddle, Trey must have the patience of a saint. “But it’s my fault that you got hurt.” 

…

RIDDLE PUSHED TREY DOWN THE STAIRS???

“Woah? He didn’t tell us that part!” Riddle’s jaw clenches at Ace’s outburst, his gloved grip tightening around his elbows. “I needed to talk to him, so I went to the junior classroom at lunch. And then…” 

Okay so Riddle didn't push Trey down the stairs. Or he's just really good at hiding it and Trey is protecting him for some reason.

“It was like your body wasn’t listening to you?” You provide, quoting Trey from earlier. There was obviously some sort of magic involved, Riddle’s retelling of the events all but confirmed it in your mind, but neither he nor Trey had seen anyone casting a spell. In fact, it sounds like the two of them were basically alone when it happened!

(Affirming your Riddle pushed Trey theory...But maybe you're just looking for a monster in the clone of your most hated past life rival...

Okay. That's a little too self-aware. You acknowledge the thought and quickly chuck it in a box, never to be seen again.)

“Trey never would’ve slipped if he hadn’t caught me.” 

“Mm…” Riddle isn't the type to be so clumsy, the guy walks around with at least an inch high heel and manages to be both elegant and terrifying. It just wasn't like him to suddenly fall, and right before a big game too?

Something was definitely wrong with this situation.

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t, you would’ve just broken your fall with a flight spell.” Trey smiles in a way you imagine is supposed to be comforting, gently adjusting his glasses as he looks at Riddle fondly. “It was stupid of me to intervene. So you don’t owe me anything.” 

“Still, I…” 

You turn, surprised to find Yuu already facing you, their eyes boring holes into you. For some reason you get the feeling that they're not looking at you, but through you, like they're focusing on two things at once. “This definitely doesn’t sound like an accident, right?” 

Why were they asking you of all the people in this room? “It—“

“Riddle, come on!” Cater finally leaves his spot from behind you and lays a hand on Riddle’s shoulder. “It’s not gonna do anyone any good to have you harshing the vibe here. It’s lame that Trey got hurt, but you’ll rock the field that much harder to make up for him, right?” 

“Well…I suppose that’s true.” 

And after that whole thing is settled, Cater ushers you and the first-years out and into a lounge room. 

As Cater, Riddle, the first-years and the Prefect all settle in to talk about the investigation, you can’t get rid of the feeling that you’re all missing the bigger picture here.

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What if we kissed

LMAO I’d be down but only if I get to call you Kissy Anon from now on/silly

Also quick little update chapter is like only halfway done because I’ve been socializing a lot and not working much sigh 😔

[risinglistener]

Another little sneak peek of the next chapter! Dunno when it’s gonna be out, but hopefully it’s before Tuesday!

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Heyyy.... 👀 does ur yuu have a specific look to them or an official canon design???? Totes nut (haha nutting) asking so that i can perhaps make fanart of them 🥺.........

(RUGGIE X YUU ENDGAME RAHHHHHH IDGAF BOUT THE REST THEIR SO CUTE I WANNA STRANGLE THEM)

Omg who said that?? Crazyyy

Sketched something up real quick for ya : D Feel free to change up anything to fit what you see your Mc as! Give em a hat, hijab, bangles, beauty marks, whatever the heck, I’d love to see what you guys come up with, this is more just like what I imagine the mc’s uniform looks like!

You lowkey stole those shoes….

👀 man who said that….the wind seems to like Ruggie today…