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Fandoms
*Please note that fanfiction for games will all be spoiler-free.
Twisted Wonderland
Reverse:1999
Witch Hat Atelier
Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)
Less-familiar fandoms:
Fragaria Memories
Tokyo Revengers (TR)
Identity V (IDV)
Bungou Stray Dogs (BSD)
Dark Gathering
∆ Other fandoms can be arranged, but do not expect close-to-canon character personalities. If I am not familiar with the character or series being requested, I will try to do basic research on them.
Writing Requests
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Formats:
Headcanon (bullet points), drabbles, oneshots, and maybe multi-chapter (*Exception #2).
I am open to trying more formats upon request.
What I write:
AUs • canon • headcanon • crossover
Horror • Romance • Crack • Suggestive + More
For romance: I will write self-insert, oc, WLW/MLM, genderbend, etc. as long as it does not clash with the criteria below.
*Ortho and other child characters will never be written in romantic or suggestive context, even if you request "age-up".
For suggestive: I will write for characters who I perceive as adults. Do not try to bargain with me if I do not accept a suggestive request based on character choice.
*With Twisted Wonderland, I go by NA college ages. Future AUs/AUs where the characters would be adults are also acceptable.
**I will not write suggestive for the ribbon squad (Riddle/Epel/Lilia).
Will NOT write:
Darkships (incest/age gap/etc. —soft yandere is fine), smut (I am just not good at writing smut), heavy gore, confusing series/characters than I am not familiar with, and long stories.
Exception #1:
I may decide to put more time into learning confusing series/characters to write them if I am interested.
Exception #2:
I will write long stories if I find the basis to be interesting. This is more likely to happen within my main fandoms.
Character Requests
⚠️ Please remember to use characters for private use only. Do not use chatbots to write works of fiction for yourself then claim it as your own. Using it for inspiration is fine, please try to be considerate of other writers.
Requests are for Loremate and Xoul. I only use sites from indie developers who have shown their source of income and do not sell data. As a result, sites may be off and on.
Formats:
I will gladly do AUs, canon, and headcanon. I will create scenarios and characters.
Will NOT create:
Darkships, IRL figures, confusing series/characters that I am not familiar with.
Masterlists
Reverse:1999
Twisted Wonderland
∆ Other fandoms' fanfictions are not listed. Search #RumiWrites for all works.
About Me
⚠️ Please do not pry for personal information or force opinions onto me. Otherwise, I am comfortable with interacting.
For necessary context, I am willing to broadly mention the following information:
18+ (I do not post or reblog smut, but minors should avoid works that I label as suggestive. This applies for my side blogs as well.)
ESL (fluent, working on writing casual tone/dialogue/unique dialects)
Can use any pronouns
Other blogs:
Main - Rumichel (no writing requests, but I may answer other asks, including non-twst related. This account is what appears when I use an ask or like a post. If you want to be mutuals, I recommend following this account.)
Minors can interact, but avoid messaging suggestive content.
I will not pry for your information, so I trust others to respect my boundaries.
I am fine with anons who want to be remembered by a name or emoji.
Generally speaking, I can handle topics on horror, suggestive content, and types of violence. Since I am not writing, I do not mind higher degrees of suggestive conversations, but it will be marked with mature content warnings so minors can avoid it.
I will restate: any messages are fine—except asking for personal information, darkships (mentioned above), or unconstructive criticism.
I will not sit there and argue with you if I feel uncomfortable with your topics. I block on sight. Do not drag drama onto my blog.
I am entitled to my opinions, and you are entitled to yours. Keep to your own space if you do not agree with my preferences.
Misc:
Rare reblogs on this account: #RumiReblogs
Rambles & Answering asks/reblogs: #ToffeeRambles
I frequently read reblog tags and comments! Thank you for the kind messages.
End notes:
I do not intend for this blog to have a serious purpose. I create characters or write on my free time in hopes of relieving stress from others and for my own entertainment. I am not professional at writing, and I do not always proofread. There will be no charging for requests and no deadlines for myself.
* I use mobile and the low-contrast pallet, so if anything looks weird... You know why.
Requests from a month (and further) ago are still on hold between finals and other such issues... Felt the need to show some signal that I haven't forgotten them 🫠
The collar looks properly worn in this pose. I wonder if he is truly wearing his collar high enough or the model will have it lower again? 🧐 I also hope it is a bowtie collar.
I love the voluminous hair. The belt synching the loose fabric is always appreciated.
If u ever write another silver fanfic u should write it like ur posting to Wattpad. Never use the name Silver.
Just avoiding the name?
Not enough. We will now be turning the ambiguous reader into Y/N (♀️), and changing the writing content, and...
This sat in inbox since January for a good reason but I suppose today would be optimal for posting... 🫠
Content: crack, please do not read I am simply doing my best to fulfill requests, no amount of money will entice me to proof-read this one.
*Nothing was harmed in the production of this work aside from my dignity and Silver's representation.
I not think I need to clarify that this is awfully OOC. The picture serves as a warning.
Since finding herself magically transported to another world, Y/N has been the talk of Night Raven College. She is the only magicless girl to ever enroll at NRC...
But also, she can control shadows. and sunlight. and mind control. she can also steal other people's powers. It's an innate ability, not magic. This part will become relevant later on.
Y/N is bullied often because of her lack of magic, and she has no way to defend herself because NRC apparently allows you to physically throw down, shoot laser beams, but not use magic against fellow students.
She found herself cornered one day. Y/N was only trying to read a book to the animals in the campus woods, because they are the only ones who understand her, until she found herself surrounded by mob students who sneered and looked down at her.
"You'll NEVER be one of us, Y/N! You're just a magicless good-for-nothing! No one will miss you!"
One of the students raised his hand to slap her, making Y/N shut her amber orbs and huddle up in fear. This is it. This is where her journey ends. As she says her mental good-byes to herself, because she doesn't have friends or family, she realizes the slap never comes. Y/N cracks one fiery orb open.
A man with silver hair caught the student's wrist in his hand, glaring at the group with his auroral orbs. Everyone IMMEDIATELY felt chills down ALL of their spines, sensing the presence of an alpha male.
"w-w-w-w-we're sorry, boss! We'll never lay a hand on her again!"
"Grr.... you better not."
The silver-haired human growled, then stutted over to Y/N, pinning her against the wall and taking a whiff from her grey head.
"You're 𝓨 /𝓝, aren't you? Come with me. We must 𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓮 before the other alphas find you... Azul, Idia, and the others are trying to covet you. You will only be safe with me. I can't let you become a capitalist... or a gacha gamer."
Y/N could hear the heartbreaking sincerity in his final words, his expression softening. He only wanted the best for her. The knightly homosapien wiped tears from Y/N's rosy grey cheeks before knocking her out and carrying her over his shoulder, his chin providing shade from the sun.
He was so close to reaching Densomnia, where she would be safe. Until his path was obstructed by the largest, most dangerous alpha around... he gulped, shifting into a defensive stance and holding Y/N closer. He scanned the alpha up and down, assessing him. 8'9", an entire foot taller than the auroral-orbed man himself... The alpha's body was ripped full of hard-earned muscles and battle scars.
"Y/N!!! I'LL SAVE YOU!"
He growled, baring his fangs at the silver-haired biped, who was now standing in front of Y/N with his arms outstretched.
"You'll have to get through me, first!"
"n-no! Silver! You can't! How will I be a functioning member of society without you?"
"𝓨 /𝓝... There's no other way. Just remember that I love you, and that there will probably be a convenient event in the next paragraph that will save both of us because I am the main love interest of this fanfic which means I have infinite plot armor."
"W-what?!"
The purple-haired alpha froze, his face growing pale. An absolutely beautiful alpha materialized behind him, his arms crossed.
"Epel Felmier. Something... ambiguous but very important happened. We need you back at Pomefiore. Immediately."
"This... this isn't over. I'll be back."
He gave one last glare at the alpha knight before leaving. But the glare left him badly injured.
"No!!! This cannot be!"
Y/N cried, her magma orbs shimmering as the memories of their time spent together flashed through her head. The silver-haired man beating up her bullies, pinning her against a wall, knocking her out... he was always there for Y/N, and now, there was nothing she could do about it. She technically has healing abilities but conveniently forgot about them.
"𝓨 -𝓨 /𝓝.. No, Y/N... Listen to me. The only thing that can save me now..."
He took in a pained inhale, clutching his chest.
"Is a 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼..."
And so, Y/N kissed him, and he stood right back up, carrying her to his den.
1 / 3500 chapters
Stay tuned to read the female rival arc and more alpha rivals that will be given the lifespan of, at most, 3 chapters.
HI ITS 🩵 ANON IM SORRY KM SO LATE TO REACT BUT OHHHHHH MY GOF OH MY FOD OH MY SEVENNSSSS 😭😭😭😭tytyty...... I hope u don't mind me...using this as inspo for my personal yume...n thank u thank u thank u U DO SILVER SO WELL 😭😭❗❗❗❗❗ I BOW TO U
It's okay. I am even later to react 🫳
Thank you for the message! I assume this was for the previous request about chronic pain, but generally, I don't mind any of my works being used for yumeships.
The collar looks properly worn in this pose. I wonder if he is truly wearing his collar high enough or the model will have it lower again? 🧐 I also hope it is a bowtie collar.
I love the voluminous hair. The belt synching the loose fabric is always appreciated.
Hello!! I've been following for a while and I love your silver content sososos much 🙏🙏 I was wondering if I could request a headcanon format of Silver with a partner who just. Has a lot of unresolved health issues/generally is always in pain but keeps silent about it most of the time?? Please take your time, I love your writing again 🙇🙇🙇 - 🩵 ( if that's not taken )
Valentine's was the motivator to get it done in time 🫳
You are now 🩵 anon. Thank you for the kind words and patience!
Proof-checking and adding the content labels tomorrow. In short, I mostly made vague references on the partner's pain to keep it as open as possible.
I wanted to finish this before 12 a.m. in my time.
Silver was one of the first to realize something was off. He didn't have the senses of a beastman, nor a fae, but he had spent enough time with you to realize the smallest details. Physical activity seemed to ail you, certain movements causing a wince or quiet groan. Even the act of standing up would occasionally cause you trouble.
Obligatory large Silver smiling image before locking in.
He wondered why you kept silent about it. He knew you trusted him, just as he trusted you—so was it shame? Guilt? Or did you simply not want his pity? It felt like something he shouldn't ask directly. He couldn't risk causing you discomfort.
Instead, his care came in subtle thoughts and gestures. If you went on walks together, he would loop his arm around you; not touching the back or waist, but keeping his left arm under yours, fingers interlaced. It made him feel more assured that if you ever stumbled, he could easily catch you, or if you felt dizzy, you would lean against him. On days when the sun was too strong, he would bring a sun umbrella or reposition to use his shadow as a protective shelter for you.
Silver is especially careful with constantly observing your expression and body language to know when you were overexerting yourself. He could admire your strength to push forward despite the pain, and he respected it, but if it went too far, his involvement was non-negotiable. Oftentimes, he would end up carrying you back from activities princess-style, or coax you into resting.
If anyone tries starting a fight with you, he is quick to shut it down. He's not taking the chance of letting anyone hurt you more than you already are.
Although he never admits it, Silver very easily becomes worried when you're separated. This extends to him falling asleep during quality time, which he apologizes for immediately. He always tries to dedicate as much of his time and attention to you as possible. You seem especially relieved when he spoons you or rests his head against you while cuddling, which he assumes is from the warmth.
He took notice to how you use a heating pad for soothing your pain, so he practiced especially hard on temperature control spells. It was no easy work, but seeing your relief when he hovered his hand over the aches was worth it.
It is difficult for him to know exactly what you need when it comes to diet, but he has tried researching for anything that may help you. He never foresaw himself making his own tea blends or putting together unfamiliar dishes, but he's glad for having moderate experience with it. He tends to keep mental notes whenever you enjoy something, or if it helps you relax.
Sometimes, he still hopes you will feel ready to tell him the full story one day. He's not direct about it at all, but he always leaves reminders here and there. As you're sitting with him, leaned on his shoulder as he gently squeezes your hand, he will remind you that he's "willing to listen if there's something that has been bothering you lately," or "always open to talk about anything."
Even if you'll never tell him, he at least hopes that the thought of having a partner who will always be there for you could provide a small comfort.
Hello!! I've been following for a while and I love your silver content sososos much 🙏🙏 I was wondering if I could request a headcanon format of Silver with a partner who just. Has a lot of unresolved health issues/generally is always in pain but keeps silent about it most of the time?? Please take your time, I love your writing again 🙇🙇🙇 - 🩵 ( if that's not taken )
Valentine's was the motivator to get it done in time 🫳
You are now 🩵 anon. Thank you for the kind words and patience!
Proof-checking and adding the content labels tomorrow. In short, I mostly made vague references on the partner's pain to keep it as open as possible.
I wanted to finish this before 12 a.m. in my time.
Silver was one of the first to realize something was off. He didn't have the senses of a beastman, nor a fae, but he had spent enough time with you to realize the smallest details. Physical activity seemed to ail you, certain movements causing a wince or quiet groan. Even the act of standing up would occasionally cause you trouble.
Obligatory large Silver smiling image before locking in.
He wondered why you kept silent about it. He knew you trusted him, just as he trusted you—so was it shame? Guilt? Or did you simply not want his pity? It felt like something he shouldn't ask directly. He couldn't risk causing you discomfort.
Instead, his care came in subtle thoughts and gestures. If you went on walks together, he would loop his arm around you; not touching the back or waist, but keeping his left arm under yours, fingers interlaced. It made him feel more assured that if you ever stumbled, he could easily catch you, or if you felt dizzy, you would lean against him. On days when the sun was too strong, he would bring a sun umbrella or reposition to use his shadow as a protective shelter for you.
Silver is especially careful with constantly observing your expression and body language to know when you were overexerting yourself. He could admire your strength to push forward despite the pain, and he respected it, but if it went too far, his involvement was non-negotiable. Oftentimes, he would end up carrying you back from activities princess-style, or coax you into resting.
If anyone tries starting a fight with you, he is quick to shut it down. He's not taking the chance of letting anyone hurt you more than you already are.
Although he never admits it, Silver very easily becomes worried when you're separated. This extends to him falling asleep during quality time, which he apologizes for immediately. He always tries to dedicate as much of his time and attention to you as possible. You seem especially relieved when he spoons you or rests his head against you while cuddling, which he assumes is from the warmth.
He took notice to how you use a heating pad for soothing your pain, so he practiced especially hard on temperature control spells. It was no easy work, but seeing your relief when he hovered his hand over the aches was worth it.
It is difficult for him to know exactly what you need when it comes to diet, but he has tried researching for anything that may help you. He never foresaw himself making his own tea blends or putting together unfamiliar dishes, but he's glad for having moderate experience with it. He tends to keep mental notes whenever you enjoy something, or if it helps you relax.
Sometimes, he still hopes you will feel ready to tell him the full story one day. He's not direct about it at all, but he always leaves reminders here and there. As you're sitting with him, leaned on his shoulder as he gently squeezes your hand, he will remind you that he's "willing to listen if there's something that has been bothering you lately," or "always open to talk about anything."
Even if you'll never tell him, he at least hopes that the thought of having a partner who will always be there for you could provide a small comfort.
Silver diurnal fae AU where he grants wishes at a well, and all of the wishes he grants are about matchmaking because he's a hopeless romantic. He doesn't do work for offerings, he just likes to see people happy and falling in love.
But because he's a hopeless romantic, he falls in love at first sight with a human who has terrible tastes in prospective partners.
They're almost always asking him for advice on how to catch the attention of their love interest despite the interest in question being entirely incompatible or, most of the time, just uninterested.
Am I tweaking or are you the same rumichel from Baidu years back but you wrote Snake fiction for black butler🥀
Em...
I transferred between many platforms.
Baidu -> one of the first sites. works were purged. Needed to find foreign websites or censor heavily.
Twitter -> had many issues with posting story formats. Looking at modern Twitter, I am glad I quit.
Pantip -> recommendation from friend. Language barrier was too difficult. I needed help translating every time, and some phrases did not translate over well.
Wattpad -> heard its reputation for writing quality was not very good, so I hardly uploaded there.
Tumblr -> recommendation from another friend. enjoying it so far. I am a bit wary to post anything further than suggestive here, or to try experimenting with writing styles.
Ao3 -> formatting is high-maintenance on mobile. It would be nice if I remembered the email and password combination I used.
The unfunny story about this all is, I spent time studying narrative writing English for fanfics from translated games.
...Then discovered said games' translations had been considered "weird-sounding" to native english.
So if you caught me on another platform and thought the writing sounded better, perhaps I should re-study it 😶
I've been reading your twst fanfics for a while and I love all of them!! Could you do some headcanons of Ace about how he would spend time to take care of the Prefect, when they're already dating...? Or just what he'd do on a date with Prefect 😭 love you, please have a good day <3
Since it's headcanons, both can work! Thank you for reading, especially with how often the wording has been repetitive 🙇 have a great day as well!
Daily headcanons start from: early relationship (fumbling) -> experienced with relationship
Content: GN!Prefect, established relationship, not proof read, brief extra student mentions (Deuce/Trey/Riddle/first years), no real dialogue.
^Surprisingly not much to tag so I'm making stuff up
Daily Basis
Ace is very much aware of his fumbling, so when you first started dating, he knew he had to lock in. The first few weeks of the relationship just so happened to consist of... a lot of trial and error.
He puts in extra effort to act cool around you, because if he's not constantly doing a parlor trick or flirting, he thinks you will gradually become unimpressed.
You had to get used to opening Ramshackle's door just to see your boyfriend leaning against its frame with an expression of forced nonchalance, bringing some sort of flowers. Every. Single. Time.
It didn't end there—he always had a cheesy line for equating the flowers to your appearance. You were pretty sure you saw a notepad of pickup lines fall out of his pocket one day, as much as he assured you it was "nothing". Ace only stopped after a particularly mortifying day. He came to Ramshackle's doorsteps with Riddle's signature collar around his neck, slouching like a soaked puppy with a couple of Heartslabyul's roses in his hand. You could infer what happened, and made sure to have a talk with him while bandaging the thorn pricks on his hands.
After that incident, Ace had—thankfully—become somewhat less desperate to always put on an entertaining show for you. That did not mean he wasn't still cheating against others in card games for your attention, or getting into fights with students who mildly irritated you.
One thing that never changed was his penchant for skipping classes. It was very obvious how Deuce was not always included anymore, just for the sake of quality time. There was a sense in freedom of using class time to cuddle up on a bench, laughing at each other's gossip and Magicam feeds. Until the professors found out. Staying together for remedial lessons was romantic in its own way, if you ignore how long it took to complete them with Ace being a huge distraction.
On the topic of Magicam, he loves to flood your DMs with his selfies in different environments, and boasts it to the other first years when you send any singular selfie back.
As much of a flop as he is, you'll sometimes be surprised by how casual he is with genuine gestures of care. If he sees you shivering on a chilly day, he will put his blazer over your shoulders while claiming "you should have dressed warmer," and that "he doesn't need it anyways."
He also has a surprisingly amazing memory for things you like. That's exactly how he quickly adapted from fumbling to composed.
And he makes it known. It can be slightly embarrassing when he speaks up after a server gets your order wrong. It extends to telling people off when they're doing something that annoys or overwhelms you.
One of the best parts about his good memory and people-reading skills is that his gifts never miss. Sure, he'll still buy gag gifts to make you roll your eyes or laugh at it, but then there's the genuine ones that he saves for. He once spent half of his weekly budget and a whole day trying to get a plushie from a claw machine since you had been staring it down. He only got it after a staff member took pity on him.
He also tries to cook on special occasions, such as dates, holidays, birthdays...sometimes for apologies...
He knows your preferences, but it takes far more time to beg Trey for lessons and successfully replicate everything himself. The culinary crucible course had fortunately aided his cause.
At least you know you're in good hands when you're sick. Not only does he cook, but he can clean your dust-caked dorm while mumbling curses about the Headmage for not fixing up Ramshackle and overworking you! He tries to be quieter than usual when you're feeling unwell, to your relief.
He will still jumpscare you with an uncool pickup line or failed trick once in a while, no matter how much he adapts to the relationship. He continues to miss some of the basketball shots that are meant for you, or accidentally drops the cards in his sleeves during a "magic" trick.
Dates
More often than not, Ace takes you on high-energy dates if you're on board with it.
Amusement parks are his favorite. He's always trying to get you on the tallest, fastest rollercoaster, or the scariest free-fall. If you don't like thrill rides? It's fine, he might tease you about riding them, but he's not forcing you. Not when he can get you on a teacup ride and spin the wheel until he accidentally breaks the ride. Don't appreciate getting dizzy? He can try to win prizes from scam games for you. And make loud complaints to the game operator when he fails his nth attempt. It isn't dampening his mood since he'll still get on rides solo, so you can see the faces he makes on the ride's snapshots. Plus, there's pretty good food.
He just thinks the Ferris Wheel is a little overrated because "he can fly you way higher than that" on his magic broom.
If your feet begin to feel sore from walking, he notices fairly quick, and offers you to sit down while he fetches food or drinks.
Playing any type of sports together is also a fun date option when you're both tight on budgets. Just because you're a couple, it doesn't mean Ace will hold back; he ONLY makes an exception if you look very upset at a lose streak. If he is the one on a lose streak, you know he'll be pulling underhanded tactics soon. Not harmful. Just underhanded.
Taking him on movie dates isn't advised unless you're fine with him giving the blow-by-blow on every single thing that happens, or unless you need him there for a horror film. Even if he enjoys the film, his commentary is unintentionally loud, regardless.
Ace is fine with quiet dates, especially if that's what you need. And he always asks if there's a couple discount at cafes.
He likes to share food if it's with you. As in, he'll offer his food, then stare intently at your food if not offered in return. He has the courtesy not to take huge bites out of your food. You're actually pretty sure he gives you a larger portion of his own compared to what he takes from yours.
All of this and he still doesn't know what time is appropriate for a first kiss. It's been months since the relationship started, by the way.
Riddle was the first to volunteer his dorm; it was a perfect safety measure to prevent his card soldiers from being held back.
He had already planned an indefinite system for taking care of the child. Juniors watch the child on the first week, sophomores watch on the second week, and freshmen watch on the third week. Within these weeks, a different pair of assigned students would take care of the child each day. However, Yuu is allowed to report each pair of caretakers to Riddle for their own safety.
Cater and Trey were paired on the first day of the first week.
They had no idea what to expect, but with both having sibling experience, it surely could not have been THAT difficult... right?
Trey - Cater
It all seemed fun. Cater took Yuu to all sorts of places, keeping the child busy while stocking up on photos for Magicam. Cafes, clothing stores, parks... If he got tired? He could just give Yuu the spare iPad.
Not that Trey approved of this method. If he ever caught Yuu unattended on a device, he would find a reason to detach them from the impending internet addiction.
"The flamingos look like they're feeling hungry recently, do you want to go meet them?"
"I need to bake for an unbirthday party soon, I could use an expert's help... and I just might let you have a taste when we're finished!"
"Do you like painting? We have a dorm tradition of painting our roses red..."
Generally, Trey loved to bake for Yuu, whose appetite seemed endless, and their joy contagious. It didn't matter if someone else was taking care of them or not, Trey always had snacks and pastries prepared.
In fact, they got along the best... until it was time to brush their teeth. As it turns out, Yuu wasn't the biggest fan of dental care. It was like a falling-out between a father and his stepchild.
"Traitor! Monster! I knew it!"
"Knew... what?"
He lightheartedly chuckled, shaking his head. Trey was no stranger to kids having their outbursts when things don't go their way. They required patience and understanding during moments like these. He tried to slowly approach again with the toothbrush, only for Yuu to smack his hand away.
"Mama was right! Guys who wear tacky outfits and fedoras are shady! I bet you're an evil dentist in disguise!"
He nearly choked on his own spit, adjusting his glasses as if it would help clarify what the child just said. What in the world was their mother teaching them...? And why the irrational fear of dentists?
"Now, now, it's not nice to say that... Besides, dentists aren't evi--"
"CATER! TREY'S BULLYING ME! HE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY TEETH!"
Cater, who had been brushing his teeth at the other sink, was finally forced to acknowledge the situation at hand. He let out a short sigh beneath his breath, twirling a lock of his hair with his index.
"Awww... I hate to say it, Yuu, but Trey's right! Brushing your teeth is important, 'kay? Or else they'll turn all yellow and fall right out!"
The child wasn't stupid. They were already stepping back to the doorway, like a protagonist confronted by a monster straight from a horror film.
"You're a traitor too! That's why you have no friends! Nobody likes a liar!"
Cater's brows curled up in confusion, then furrowed in mild annoyance. Yuu decided it was time to run for it.
...Only to slam their face into a Cater clone mid-sprint. Turning around was futile now, with Trey and Cater cornering them, toothbrush in one hand, toothpaste in the other.
Riddle received a complaint from Yuu later that day, about Trey and Cater holding them down to "steal" their teeth. He could more or less infer what took place.
Ace - Deuce
Third week, fifth day. Ace and Deuce were on duty next, both equally nervous after hearing complaints about Yuu from their upperclassmen. Ace was slightly on the peeved side, having to waste extra time on baby-sitting some random kid. Deuce treated it like another challenge to becoming an honor student, though he could agree it wasn't something he felt prepared for.
And, as expected, Ace tried to saddle all the work onto Deuce at every chance he got. It didn't just stop at sudden absences. He made sure the child would prefer Deuce instead, the perfect reason to shirk his duties.
His plan was too easy, completely decimating Yuu and Deuce in card games and shoving his victory in both their faces. Deuce didn't realize there was a greater purpose until the aftereffects were already in motion. Yuu REFUSED to be around Ace, kicking up a fuss and always arguing. Ace made things worse by taunting back instead of mediating the situation. There was no choice but to accept fate.
After having eggs for dinner again, like the previous two meals—with the small relief of Trey's prepared snacks—Deuce took Yuu out to ride his blastcycle. They only stopped for the beach, a nice change of pace from their whole school. For once, Yuu stayed surprisingly calm... if harassing the local wildlife could be considered "calm". Well, as long as they were having fun chasing those crabs.
It also happened to be Deuce's luck that the usual troublemakers on the beach wanted a fight. Yuu picked up a lot of new vocabulary that day, with the complimentary awkward explanation of Deuce's past on the ride back.
"So THAT'S why Deuce is dumb! You're a gang leader!.. that means I've read more books than a gang leader three times older than me! I'm gonna tell all my friends when I go home!"
"Hey! I wouldn't call myself a 'gang leader', and I'm not dumb... I just have difficulties with memorization!--wait, exactly how old do you even think I am?!"
His grumbling came more from embarrassment than anger, his eyes staying focused on the sun setting over Night Raven College in the distance. If all goes well and Yuu kept silent, maybe, MAYBE, Riddle would not have his head.
"--And don't tell Ace about anything you saw today! In fact, don't tell ANYONE!"
Trusting Yuu to keep a secret was not the brightest reflection of his IQ. Riddle was having his tea in the common room when Deuce returned, which meant Ace had immediately tagged behind them to pretend he did his part.
And Yuu was still holding a grudge.
Right in front of Riddle. Loaded with their new vocabulary. Their brain was already scrapping together the difference words they heard today the moment they set eyes on Ace. Who knows if they actually understood what they were saying?
"Hey, PUNK! I'm gonna make you.. 'eat the curb' for cheating last match! I challenge you to another round of old maid, and if I win, Heartslabyul becomes MY turf!"
Ace audibly gasped, clapping his hand over the kid's mouth in tandem with Deuce. Both of their eyes steadily trailed over to Riddle, who was setting down his tea with a little too much force and reaching for his scepter.
"Housewarden, we can explain—!"
"OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"
Riddle
After taking the previous incidents into consideration, Riddle put himself in charge of caretaking. Clearly, his card soldiers weren't capable of one simple duty...
...is what he thought, but where to even begin with caring for a child? It wasn't his, but the task was given to Heartslabyul regardless, and everyone under Heartslabyul must heed the Queen of Heart's rules. He started with planning a schedule that would benefit Yuu's health and talents.
Memorize a meager 100 out of Heartslabyul's 810 rules, participate in mandatory dorm duties, complete homework written and assigned by Riddle himself... Everything was set in perfectly balanced schedules, including meal breaks, wake-up, and rest times. The schedule was easy to read, so even a child would have no issue following his rules.
It obviously did not take long for Yuu to begin acting out. They didn't even last 30 minutes of studying the rulebook before complaining.
"This is boooooriiing! These rules are stupid! I bet nobody remembers them anyways. I can write WAY better than this 'Queen of Hearts'!"
They obstinately crossed their arms, pushing the book away with a huff. This child, turning their nose up at the dignified Queen of Hearts's very own rules? Riddle could feel the blood rushing up to his face.
The sudden burst of laughter from Yuu was not helping.
"Woah, your face turned redder than Trey's tarts! Haha! That's some funny-looking magic!"
It wasn't a malicious remark, but the "YEARGH" they received in response was enough to send them fleeing out the room, the housewarden in hot pursuit. Riddle was much slower than the others who had taken care of Yuu before, but it was still his duty to rein in the child he was responsible for. He refused to ask for help.
That's how Yuu made it all the way to the main school building's corridors before Riddle caught up, far too late to prevent the worst possible outcome: Floyd.
He had Yuu caught by the back of their shirt. Not only was he unpredictable, but he was a terrible, terrible influence for an already rebellious child.
"What's little shrimpy doing here? Ain't goldfishie in charge of you?"
The child seemed alarmingly fine with being picked up by six feet of moray eel.
"Goldfishie? Riddle? He's boring! He makes me read books all day, and he only talks about boring history and rules! If you send me back to Heartslabyul... I'll make you regret it!"
They pouted, kicking their legs in the air.
"Ahahah! Shrimpy's aiming far outta their ballpark~ Hey, you're feisty, let's go out and play!"
Floyd's previously bored expression snapped to one of newfound excitement, much to Riddle's horror. Before he could catch his breath, the eel was carrying off Yuu like a basketball.
"FLOYD! STOP RIGHT THERE!"
He thought he'd keel over from the workout of chasing Floyd around campus, doubling over his knees when they finally stopped in the gymnasium.
"Floyd! Riddle's found us, let's run for it!"
Yuu urged him, expecting his getaway to take off with maniacal laughter again. But he didn't budge this time.
"Eh, don't feel like it. Monstro Lounge's probably busy 'bout now, I think I'll go cook something up for myself."
And just like that, he was walking off with a bored look, leaving the terrified Yuu behind with the bedraggled, red-faced Riddle. He was at a complete loss of words for once, glowering and pointing his scepter at the child with white knuckles. Should he scold them? Force them to write "sorry" a thousand times? "Behead" them? Drag them back to Heartslabyul? Kick them out of Heartslabyul? Yet Yuu looked truly scared without the protection of a perceived guardian, sniffling in the face of the pointed scepter. Riddle sighed, letting out a deep breath that laxed the tension in his shoulders and hands.
"...It seems you are in flagrant violation of several rules already. I suppose studying here will do you no good anyway, not when you must return to your world someday. Since you are not an official student of Heartslabyul, you may keep your head, but... You will be assisting me in tending to the hedgehogs as punishment."
Riddle loosely grabbed the child by the wrist in turn, the words feeling awkward on his tongue. A tugging feeling in his gut told him that doling out a half-hearted punishment was wrong, but he ignored it just this once. Dealing with a crying child might be impossible to fix otherwise.
It was early in the evening when they returned, but the hedgehogs were still active. Riddle was surprisingly gentle with them, something that seemed uncharacteristic to Yuu's eyes. He was supposed to be a big, bad tyrant that everyone feared; instead, here he was, placing a hedgehog into Yuu's smaller hands with the same care one would give a glass vase. He even guided them into proper position.
"Be gentle with them. Hedgehogs may seem hardy because of their quills, but they require proper care when being handled."
Riddle pointed his finger in the air, releasing his hold on Yuu. They were still under a watchful eye, but he was willing to trust them. This wasn't "boring" paperwork or chores.
He took his eyes off of Yuu for a singular second to fix a tilted food bowl, and they were trying to put the hedgehog in their mouth.
"EXCUSE ME?! DON'T YOU DARE!"
It was yanked to safety, leaving Riddle tense and red-faced again, sputtering for any words that could possibly express his disappointment and disbelief right now.
"Hahaha! Your face got all red again! You thought I'd eat a hedgehog!"
"YOU LITTLE--! MISCREANT!"
The next morning, the whole dorm was shocked upon realizing even Yuu could not escape collaring. There was, however, a small relief throughout the dorm at the news of Yuu transferring out of their care.
Saw you allow requests so here’s one—TWST boys reactions to Kid!Prefect/Yuu who roasts them beyond recognition.
I had to separate it in multiple parts, so this ONLY includes the synopsis. Individual dorms are in different posts, you just have to click the hyperlinked words. Content labels are at the bottom of the synopsis.
This somehow turned into "dorms attempting to supervise child Yuu with included arguments" since I did not know how else to do this. The usual grouping format was not enough to encompass everyone, though expect this to stray a bit further from the writing prompt. Insults widely vary but are mostly tame to avoid real offense/keeping the tone of a child(?)
*All parts are finished, but I will space out days between uploads as to not crowd tags.
Night Raven College—a prestigious, four-year academy for gifted mages.
The Dark Mirror summons students based on their magical aptitude, yet...
it summoned a literal child during this year's orientation. A child they call "Yuu".
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Crowley considered leaving the child in the hands of Ramshackle's ghosts, but they nagged him into finding a real solution. This gracious headmaster has added a new curriculum for "easy" credits: work together with your dormmates to take care of this lost child. Simple, isn't it?
Content: crack, Yuu is nonspecific (but young and implicitly has/had a mother in their world), I do not really know how to write children, 3rd-person writing, gender neutral, not everyone gets equal writing time.
Thinking about Silver, who loves warming his hands up on a partner.
⚠️ Not entirely fluff.
Winter days are his favorite, even if he wouldn't outright admit to it. The cold does not bother him much, but he still uses it as an innocent excuse for warming his hands.
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He doesn't mind where his hands are going, so long as they are sandwiched between warm skin and fabric.
He could slip his hands under your gloves, the fabric stretching yet somehow not tearing. It was strong, though not meant to hold the hands of two people in one. He intertwines his fingers into the nooks of yours inside the glove, keeping it there until you ask him to pull out.
He loves slipping his hands into stockings if allowed, the tight yet elastic fabric keeping snug contact between the two of you. Depending on how high the stockings go, he will adjust his hands accordingly. Waist-high? Hips. Knee-length? Calves. Thigh-high? Obvious. Ankle-high? Fee--
It does not have to be stockings, he will do the same with legwarmers or long boots. If you are lounging and not wearing any of these, he still sees how comfortable you look when warming your own hands between your thighs 🫵 he asks to do the same, gently and politely.
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For the main garments, he likes to wrap his entire arms under the shirt and around the midsection. Or, sometimes, only his hands on the stomach. This will typically come while spooning, as with all else previously mentioned above. If your back is sore, he will gladly warm his hands through massaging you.
Silver will ask for more permission than the usual when venturing into otherwise restricted places, even if he won't be doing much. If allowed to bring his hands further up, he may subconsciously end up making biscuits there. It doesn't matter the size, he is going to be making those biscuits.
If allowed lower, you will practically end up sitting on his hands. He is resisting every fiber in his body that is telling him to give another massage. His will to resist would immediately melt in the millisecond you give permission.
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Do not be mistaken, it does not only need to take place beneath clothes. He loves resting his hands against your cheeks, rubbing in circles with his thumb. Your face, now reminiscent of a hamster, also warms his heart.
Your hair is also warm, running his hands through the length or simply petting and scrubbing the crown of your head. Sometimes, he may cup his hands around your ears, but that is mostly to keep you warm.
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You suspect that his hands are not even cold during some of these times, as they certainly don't feel that way. Perhaps he only wants to be close, so you'll let him lean on these excuses for now.
