#*drugging

[lafirmament]

DEAD ROSES.

twisted wonderland, (overblot) riddle rosehearts.

yandere, abuse, malnourishment, gas-lighting, drugging mention, sadism, power differences

dedicated to @yandere-romanticaa​

“... Looks like this little individual needs a quick refresher on the new, exciting laws I laid out for a stubborn, vile mutt like you, [Surname]. You agree, don’t you?”

Riddle’s breathy grins grows even more sinister by each spurred word. The more he muses over the awaited punishment to pair off with your improper deeds that moment, the more cruel the sadistic glint in his ruby, lustrous eyes gets. You’re such a pest, right below the very dirt under his endowed feet. Playing off the charade of a displeased ruler when he’s up high in the clouds discovering another fault in your stupid actions. You see the way he sneers at his lackeys every minute of the day to pass the time, it’s no surprise that you too, are getting scolded for the poor performance you display daily for him.

How pitiful.

Clumsy when it comes to coordination, deficient listening skills, unable to do the mundane of things - you have to be told to do it right rigorously in order for you to actually take the time to fix your shitty mistakes.

And despite every harsh word he’s inflicted upon you, you’re still his favorite (one to belittle) judging by the after care he bestows upon you after the harsh discipline ... or is it being provided just to give you some more false hope to cling onto as you’re being pulled deeper into a wonderland full of despair? Whatever the case may be, you’d have a hard time speaking up against the prefect, knowing full well it would’ve been “off with your tongue !” as consequence.

All everyone knows, including you, is that he thoroughly enjoys reprimanding wrongdoers, relishing every second of their misery.

... But fair not, do not get this treatment twisted one bit, this is to shape you into a better ... proper student. He is doing his part seriously as your beloved senior, showing you the welcoming ropes around the dormitory, Heartsbyul, even if it is a bit too constricting around your limbs. It is important to learn the appropriate way now than never. This is a method he has dealt with personally for his entire life, you’re getting the same bitterness he was forced to take since childhood - not allowed the warmth of a caretaker, the sweetness of a strawberry tart, and the welcoming arms of a home. What a callous joke.

All he knows is that this is working.

Why wouldn’t it be if this has been successful in his lineage for ages?

“I’ll go over them slower than usual, don’t want to overwork your brain ... you’re lucky I’m patient with you. Let’s get along well for sure now, yes? Now, where should we begin ...”

“Do not make me repeat after myself.”

There’s always heavy malice laced in his name when being whispered among the students, he knows this - and is quick to shut down said rumors by a single snap. Easy fix. But you on the other hand, don’t you dare say anything negative about him. It’s different when the person he supposedly loves, to speak of him like that. He may even consider actually cutting off your tongue if it comes to that. It won’t bother him much, he’ll still love you even if you cannot respond to his questions. Perhaps maybe he’ll love you even more? 

Riddle reigns - and everyone abides, for his word holds the kingdom’s structure up after all. There is no ill intentions behind his crude actions … but that does not justify every single decision made. Because all choices are painfully hefty when at the hands of the Queen’s laws, there will be many storms and anguish brewing throughout the relationship - for you that is. Just know that the authority has always been him. You can question all you want as his loyal partner, be it known, the man will stick through his ruling no matter the consequences. Until someone proves him wrong, he guesses.

Long term dedication on changing his ways cannot reach his untamed heart. As do the rest, he kills mercilessly - precious and all. The love he has in store for you is frankly the wrong kind because he feels inclined to bring you down: your soul, your hopes, your dreams, everything shall all come crashing down along with the rest of the kingdoms. Everything, will soon come falling into place. 

‘Accidents’ can be overlooked if it is the first time, there should be no reason for you to casually make a mistake another time. Was it because you were given no discipline? Is it because people do not learn until they are punished properly? Well that had to be the case, the others know better than to mess up in general. This is why you have to cherish those merciful words he bestows rarely upon you, and quickly fix up any errors.

“You must not take off that collar.”

Yes, the fact that you aren’t a magic user is already let known amongst everyone in this academy since day one - it is not difficult to lay out the principle that he is the one in control here. Everyone knows that, and you should too... if you treasured the silly thing you called, freedom. But can you really call it that when everything falls under his authority? 

Still, you’re not getting away from wearing one of those collars. In fact, he has a personalized one made just for you that you should be wearing at all times. It’s just a little touch to let everyone know that you’re off-limits, a silent declaration of war on those who even dare try to approach something that is his - shall be met with a detrimental fate. If anyone is curious to know, well, they can try it for themselves. No one is technically stopping them from talking to you anyways. In fact, not far off to say Riddle wants someone to provoke him. He wants to prove how very wrong they are, and show you that you don’t want to involve anyone else in this mess, do you?

He doesn’t view you on his level. No, he doesn’t see anyone on the same level as his. You’re just much, much lower than the usual... which is strange if you are considered his favorite student. Not even the typical wrongdoers get this bad of a treatment, just you.

Dare bring the unfairness up, he’ll surprisingly answer without any hesitation - ignoring all the justifications of yours. “Because I feel like it.” Riddle doesn’t try to hide it, there’s no need to, and for you to carelessly ask him such question like that out of nowhere is already out of line.

“You are to take any punishment you deserve.”

There’s a reason why you don’t try to make it even worse by getting on his bad side, intentionally at least. When he’s enjoying your light suffering, the penalties are surprisingly much more tamed than when riddle is throwing a crazed fit at somebody’s disobedience. Times like that, is when he’s absolutely feral on making you feel worthless, disgusting, every unfavorable trait. This can range from starving you for up to a week, isolating you from everyone including him for god knows how long, and even drugging you with the treats Trey had baked and laced. They’re delicious in the beginning, yes, but then you slowly start to heat up and feel ... strange.

Everything starts to get hot. You’re getting restless, fidgety, panting, staring up at him dumbfounded, as if you were waiting for him to move. His gaze sweeps down to see your current state. A faint smirk tugs at the lips, the effects are working efficiently - and he only turns his attention away to talk with the others. The obvious desperation in your eyes and body, are deliciously divine - if only you acted affectionate like this sober, then maybe this whole post would’ve been altered drastically.

Does he help you out with this in the end? Most certainly not, he leaves your dependent self on the cold floor, deal with this incident yourself. Look where your misplaced actions have gotten you, and now you must face it head on... troublemakers, won’t get the justice they think they have merited.

But even then, those are tamed. The more you get stubborn, the more cruel the bastard gets. The frustration boiling deep within his soul, shall be solved in unethical ways, the pristine tears you shed, caused by riding crops, are much equally a desirable reward as your compliance.

“You aren’t going to say something after to let me know that you understand?” 

You whimpered as the pressure on your stomach increases the farther he pushes down with his pricey shoes. The answer is already perched at the tip of your tongue, but you’re finding it hard to push it right out - feeling the penetrating glare of the ruler’s accompany the stinging pain from your abdomen, and you most certainly sense the piteous stares of the onlookers who are forced to watch this sudden display.

You are just a prime example of what happens when someone disobeys.  

“I’m waiting.”

A snide comment, coming from yours truly.

You have to answer all sorts of inquiries from him within thirty seconds, or another law has been broken. It seems as if you’ve dragged the time way past the minimum, but he’s merciful enough to give you a second chance again. You think you have it worst amongst everyone, think again. You had so many opportunities to mend any faults, but you chose to gamble them away heedlessly - for exemption.

Exemption, oh, the thought of that always makes him crack up.

“Y-Yes...”

See, there’s an obvious improvement in your actions. Well, besides the obvious tremble in your voice as you gathered all the courage in your guts to answer his rhetorical question. 

“A wise choice.”

Riddle’s laughs sound frightening empty. Why have you sighed in relief after his answer, you think you’ve just entered the safe zone... How desperate can you possibly be?

He was never done with you.

“Pleased, I say, but - you haven’t completely earned forgiveness. Why don’t you get on your bare knees, and beg for it all night? Because from what we both know, I still have yet to believe you that easily.”

[dear-yandere]

How about a prompt of "if you won't play with me, then you can just listen" for Ikemen Vampire Mozart?

Haven’t finished his route quite yet, so my portrayal of him as a yandere might be slightly off.

tw. implied drugging. | setting. literally anywhere besides the mansion -- Comte would kill him for this.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

There wasn’t a trace of dust on the ropes he’d used nor on the pristine white dress he’d placed you in. Everything that surrounded you was beautifully clean, he’d always ensured.

“…Mozart?” Your voice seemed pitiful and small amidst the grand bedroom. The lack of superfluous decorations and furniture, save for a desk, bed, and piano, made your voice echo off the walls, but even then it seemed more akin to the whimper of weakened prey.

The man in question perked up upon hearing your strained voice, fresh from sleep. Turning his head with grace and poise befitting a man who’d been groomed to be the epitome of elegance from the mere age of six, the violet gemstones of Mozart’s eyes settled on your beautiful form. He sat up from his piano bench to admire the way his hand-picked dressed fit your body perfectly, the flowing ends of the attire dyed a lilac purple matching his own eyes. A gentle smile worked its way onto his normally stoic face at that.

“You’re finally awake.”

You slowly nodded, trying to recollect yourself and brush away stray hairs from your face until you realized you couldn’t, wrists delicately bound between pristine rope which had yet to fray.

“Wh…what’s going on?”

“Ah, that was just a precaution.” He stated matter-of-factually and placed his fingers on the correct piano keys. “If you won’t play with me, you can just listen.”

If he hadn’t gone to such lengths, you would’ve never realized he was actually hurt by your refusal to play the piano with him. He’d been acting far too needy lately, nearly possessive enough at times to put you off – it’s hard to see why he blamed you for declining his invitation rather than himself.

Your head pounded far too much to bother asking questions, much less keep your head up. As you slowly drifted back into unconsciousness, you vaguely remembered the gentle lull of a pianist and his piano which played the saddest of sonatas.

[dear-yandere]

Kisses prompt with Rakan? He's quite the charmer~

tw. drugging, implied nsfw.

Rakan

He was such a charmer, you should have known better. When he approached you with that damning smile and those bedroom eyes, his gait was far too suave for someone who claimed to be head-over-heels for your love. His eyes screamed deception, but his kisses and his tongue did the talking for him.

You never stood a chance.

He liked biting, you soon found. It came as a surprise, and you weren’t into it at first, but he called them love nibbles. Said he couldn’t resist teasing you a bit, that the way your face contorted when his teeth sunk a tad too far was alluring. He was as skilled with his words as he was with his charms, so skilled you hardly felt the pill slip down your throat.

“Sorry sweetie, this was just a precaution! I promise I won’t poison you as much.”

He laughed it off, as if drugging his lover wasn’t a big deal; and to him, you supposed it wasn’t. His eyes may have screamed deception, but his tongue was known for spitting lies. 

And you were a fool for giving him the chance to speak.