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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 10 months

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Lifeguard Required (Divus x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol (none present)

Note: Reader is an adult staff member, implied to be a teacher/professor or teacher's assistant

“You know, sometimes I wonder if teaching was a mistake.” Divus took another long swig of his drink. Thankfully, it was non-alcoholic. “If this keeps up, I’ll be getting gray hairs soon.”

“I think you’d look good with them,” you said with a smile. “You will have the silver fox thing going for you.”

Divus let out a short chuckle as he adjusted himself in his seat, leg now crossed over his knee. “Well, thank you for the effort to make me feel better.”

“No problem,” you smirked as you brought your soda to your lips, “but I meant what I said.”

As though to stray from the conversation of aging, Divus changed the subject. “You know, when I was a student myself, I became a lifeguard part-time during the summer months.”

“Really now?” You raised an eyebrow at the vision of a young Divus decked out in red swim trunks, a whistle around his neck and a red float under his arm. “Why’s that? Strapped for cash?”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “While the extra money was a plus, it was mainly to build up my resume. It wasn’t the most…remarkable thing back then. It was experience enough while I pursued my interest in fashion.”

“Do you have any pictures of you from back then?” You leaned over your chair as you raised your eyebrows in interest. “I require evidence to believe your story - and I’m curious as to how you looked back then.”

“I looked not too different than I do now.” He picked his drink up again. “I age like a fine wine~”

“Mhm,” you hummed, which was then followed by a teasing remark. “A strong one, to be sure, but a little dry from all the stress and age.” You ended that statement with a sip of your soda for effect.

A smirk to match crossed Divus’s lips as he watched you sip your drink. He looked like he was going to say something else - then a loud scream caused you both to flinch. You whipped your heads in the direction of the scream just in time to see Idia Shroud get tossed into the pool by Leona Kingscholar. A loud splash resounded throughout the area, followed by droplets of water raining down from the impact. Divus quickly placed his glass on the small table between you two before he bolted up from his chair. He looked almost ready to sprint forward and dive in after him - but he relaxed the moment Idia’s head burst out from the water. He gasped for air, hands coming up to wipe dark blue strands of hair from his face.

“What the hell?!” Idia coughed as he yelled. His yellow eyes glared daggers into Leona; if his hair was still alight, you figured it’d be burning red.

“So, you do have hair under that burning turnip.” Leona chuckled as he smirked in Idia’s direction, completely unbothered. “Mystery solved.”

Before either could get out another word, Divus’s boomed out in anger. “Bad dog! Kingscholar, come here, now!”

“Hm?” Leona tilted his head in the professor’s direction. While he appeared unphased, his tail twitched in irritation. “We were just foolin’ around, professor Crewel.” His smirked appeared again as he grinned and gestured to Idia. “Shroud is completely unharmed, as you can see. Do you really think I would hurt him?”

The sweet talk and charm wouldn’t work, you knew that. Still, Leona always gave Divus a hard time; you doubt the lion would listen to him much. Then, from the other side of the pool, Trein appeared. Though he did not yell, his voice was stern and level, as though scolding a child. “Kingscholar, come with me. It seems that, once more, we need to have a chat about your poolside etiquette.”

You were unsure why Leona didn’t pick a fight with Trein, nor why he complied with his demands with little more than a grunt of annoyance. You saw that annoyance, that irritation, as Leona’s ears flattened against his head, snarling under his breath as he turned and headed away with the professor. Was there some sort of begrudging respect the young man had for the elder? Perhaps…you did hear once from Crowley how Trein beat Leona in a duel during the student’s freshman year. Ever since that day, when Leona lost his own challenge, he hadn’t been too much of a problem for that teacher in particular. You’d have to ask Divus if he knew anything of that incident later.

For now, you watched as Divus helped Idia out from the pool. The poor boy was soaked to the bone, black hoodie weighing him down. You quickly ran and grabbed a towel for him; once you retrieved the biggest you could find, you draped it around his shoulders. Idia didn’t say much in thanks, but he shot you the smallest of smiles as his show of gratitude. Divus placed a gentle hand on Idia’s back as he began him back inside, whispering words of comfort you could scarcely hear. Before they got too far, Divus looked over his shoulder at you and asked, “Can you handle things until I return?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile of your own. “Of course.”

Divus gave you one of his own before he led Idia away. That poor boy…no wonder he often stayed in his room. You glanced in the direction that Trein and Leona had disappeared, the two no doubt having a thorough discussion somewhere just out of sight. The other students present had gone back to what they’d been doing before their fun was disturbed. You sighed, thankful no one was hurt, but tired all the same. As you sat back in your chair and took another sip of your soda, a part of you wished it was spiked - just a little.

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A long sigh combined with an exhausted groan escaped Divus’s lips as he returned. Though he elegantly sat down in his chair, his posture was anything but. His head lolled back as he slumped in his seat, his hand coming to run through his hair and slick it back from his forehead. His tropical button-up - one of many designs of his for the season - was now unbuttoned and slightly damp at the back. He looked more casual than usual, for sure, yet also far more exhausted than before. You wished you could tell him it’d soon be over, but that would be a lie. The trip had another week to go, and then it was back to the classrooms.

You offered Divus his drink, which he took with a slight nod of his head. You’d never seen him chug something so fast. A chuckled as he finally opened his eyes and looked at the night sky as though it were the cause of his strife. “I think you’re ready for bed,” you said with a small laugh.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” he grumbled.

“But we’re on a vacation?”

“If this is a vacation for you, I dread what you do on the daily.” Divus set his now empty glass on the table as he continued. “This is work with a tropical backdrop; I need one away from children.”

“I think we all do,” you giggled. “A weekend getaway for the staff sounds lovely.”

Divus seemed to scoff as he said, “You assume half the staff are not the children I speak of?”

Now that made you laugh. The alchemy professor certainly had a point; a certain headmage and coach were maddeningly unhelpful for most of this trip. What would they do if you, Divus, Mozus, and Sam took off for a weekend or more? You honestly dreaded the possibilities. “That is very true,” you uttered as your laugh faded. “We can’t take them anywhere, can we?”

While you gave no context as to whether it was the students or Crowley and Vargas you were referring to, Divus didn’t seem to care. Either answer would be correct, in his mind. He nodded with a small ‘mhm’ as a few loose strands of white and black hair fell over his forehead. “Like untrained dogs, they don’t know how to behave.” He glanced over at two certain first years as he uttered, “Some more than others.”

“Well, at least summer break is just a month away.” You sympathized with the small groan Divus let out at the reminder of how much time was left before then. “When that time comes, I’m sure we’ll all be thankful for the rest.”

“If that rest is too good, I just might quit,” Divus joked. There was some truth to that suggestion, however. Again, you didn’t blame him. Divus rested his chin on his knuckles as he turned his gaze on you. “What do you plan to do for the break?”

“Mmn, I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I’ll probably just relax at home, watch movies, maybe order takeout - stuff like that.”

“No plans whatsoever?”

“Bold of you to assume those aren’t my plans.”

Divus let out a small ‘hmph’ as he smiled. He simply looked at you for a few seconds, as though deep in thought. You grew a tad nervous, a little shy, under that gray gaze; you mildly shrunk in your own chair as you eyed him. “What?”

“Oh, just thinking,” he replied. He certainly seemed to be plotting something, you thought. He straightened his posture as he spoke again, “What is your opinion on upscale restaurants?”

“Like the ones you have to dress up for?” He nodded. “Um…I’ve never been to one before,” you chuckled under your breath, “can’t afford it with my meager salary. So, I can’t say I really have an opinion on them.”

“I see.” Those cunning eyes scanned you from head to toe. A chill ran up your back under his intense gaze; you felt like grabbing your towel and hiding underneath. Before you could ask what he was doing, he said, “I think you’d look quite fetching in red.”

“Uh…t-thank you?” Though a blush threatened to creep on your cheeks, you barely noticed in your confusion. “Where’d that come from?”

“Again, I am just contemplating.”

“Contemplating what?”

“On exactly where I should take you for dinner.”

If this were a cartoon, you’d have been knocked out of your chair by that statement. Your soda was left completely forgotten on the table beside you as you leaned against the armrest of your chair. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

Divus seemed to find your reply amusing for the way he tittered. “Don’t tell me that’s how you respond to every advance you receive?”

“I’ve…never received an advance.” You couldn’t help but answer honestly; I mean, what else could you reply with? Your head swum with so many questions that you could barely think of anything else.

“Truly?” You noticed Divus’s smile had now stretched into a charming smirk. “It’s good to know I do not have any competition.”

“Competition for what?” You didn’t mean for your voice to rise in pitch like that. Thankfully, no one other than Divus seemed to notice.

“So, even you, a fellow trainer of pups, are blind to such simple things.” A chuckle rumbled in his throat and rib cage before he spoke again with a wiggle of his fingers. “Come closer.” With no reason to object, you complied. Divus leaned a little closer to your face, voice a volume above a whisper as he explained himself. “On the day summer break begins, and we’re relieved of our duties, I am going to take you to a celebratory dinner. You do not need to fret about your choice of clothing - I will provide it. All you need to do is let me pick you up, drive you there, and, hopefully, enjoy the food and company.”

“This…isn’t with Trein or the other staff, is it?” you asked, nearly at a loss for words.

Divus chuckled again. “No, pup, it isn’t.” His fingertip tapped the underside of your chin. “Do you understand?”

Your nod was shaky, along with your words. “Y-Yes, I do.”

“Good dog~” He pulled away from you in that instance. “I look forward to it.”

He stood from his seat and took his glass. He then grabbed your can of soda, shook it a little, then placed it back on the table. “Your can is near empty.” He held up his glass as he offered, “Would you like a drink?”

Somehow, you managed to regain your composure. “Yes, I would, thank you.”

“Preference?”

A smile tugged at your lips as he met his eye. “I trust your judgement.”

Divus seemed to take that as more than just picking your drink. Though his smile held its usual charm, you could spy a certain softness creep into those silver gray eyes. He gave a small nod, “I’ll be back shortly.”

With that, he turned and walked away. Even when he left, you couldn’t help but keep smiling. Even when a certain housewarden got into an argument with a certain twin, you wore that smile through your whole mediation of the situation. You loved your job, you really did…but summer break couldn’t come soon enough. Who knows - maybe a certain lifeguard might come to your aide.

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evilcokito · 29 days

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Sam: What does that little fairy say? Crewel: looks pretty upset.

Can you two, stupid bitches, kiss and make my job easier? AH?! Fools, idiots, damned men-

#The theme of the little fairy hating and creating content about them in love for other fairies just works #The fairy in a jar from Mystery Shop who takes out a notepad and pencil every time Crewel enters.#Crewel: You can't keep a fairy in captivity Sam.#Sam: wanted to take it out of the shop many times but it always flew there.#fairy: yes... keep talking. stupid bitches *takes note*#endless comedy possibilities #fanservice fairy

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bun-lapin · 3 months

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TWST Voice Line Scene #16

A/N: I meant to post this for the game's anniversary but irl stuff has been keeping me super busy lately >_<;; To make up for the lateness, please see under the cut for an angry Grim gif that I made!

🐶Crewel: (handing out graded exams) Good work, puppies. Many of you scored much better this time around.

🐱Grim: (checks his exam sheet) Woah~!! I got a perfect score!!

♠️Deuce: That's amazing! Congratulations, Grim!

❤️Ace: (raises his eyebrows) That really is amazing. How did you pull that off? You study even less than me.

🐱Grim: (sticks his tongue out at Ace) It's because I'm a genius! That's how!

🐱Grim: Myah hah hah hah! I'll be a great mage in no time!

🐺Jack: (leans over and reads the exam sheet) Oh! Sorry, Grim. Looks like you got handed my exam by mistake. (switches papers)

🐱Grim: (stares at the score of 50/100 written on his exam) …..

🐱Grim: NOOO!!!! GIVE ME BACK MY PERFECT SCORE!! THIS SCORE IS UNACCEPTABLE FOR THE GREAT GRIM-SAMA!! (slams his little paws on the desk as he yowls angrily)

TWST Voice Line Scenes Masterlist

#hopefully the gif works it's literally the first gif I've ever made or uploaded lol #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst voice line scene #twst incorrect quotes #divus crewel #deuce spade #ace trappola #jack howl #twst grim #bun lapin écrit

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rath00ker · 6 months

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Does this twst character smoke or not

(Including everyone but event Characters and RSA characters)

NRC Staff

Crowley: No. He just doesn’t seem to be the type

Trein: He probably doesn’t. Like if he did it was in his 20s and he stopped once his daughters complained about the smell

Crewel: He’s literally based off Cruella de Vil of course he does. But he probably has one of those long cigarette things and makes his own cigarettes.

Vargas: Imma say no, but he definitely drinks. He do be at bars after school hours

Sam: Probably not. I mean he likely sells them but he just doesn’t seem like the type.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: No. His mother is a doctor he’s never once picked up a lighter.

Trey: Also no but he does not care. His parents probably smoked but they did it outside

Cater: He tried vapes but didn’t like them. Still has one but doesn’t really use it

Deuce: When he was younger yes, now that he’s trying to be an honor student no.

Ace: A social smoker. If it’s being passed around he’ll take it but he never smokes on his own time

Savannaclaw

Leona: No. He just doesn’t like the smell

Ruggie: Probably used to sneak his grandma’s cigarette when she wasn’t looking and now just does it whenever he can get his hands on one which isn’t often

Jack: No.

Octavinelle

Azul: No. I’ve seen fanart of him smoking and like I get it he has a whole mafia aesthetic going on but I feel like if he ever tried he’d cough his lungs out

Jade: Also no, he tried didn’t care for it

Floyd: I’ve also seen a lot of fanart of him smoking but I actually think he fucking hates the smell of cigarette smoke

Scarabia

Kalim: No. never in his life. Dad probably smokes but he does not

Jamil: His breakfast is a single cup of coffee and a cigarette at 3 in the morning

Pomefiore

Vil: No, he cares way to much about his teeth and gums to smoke

Rook: He’s French. Probably sneaks one in the woods or smt

Epel: Imma say no. If he did it was only to piss off Vil

Ignihyde

Idia: This can go two ways. One he just doesn’t or two he does and he has the crispiest most burnt blueberry vape known to man

Ortho: Literally a robot

Diasomna

Malleus: No, also I see a lot of people saying he wouldn’t even know about cigarettes but like? He’s a fae that’s been alive for 100 smt years he’s heard of cigarettes before he just doesn’t smoke

Lilia: He’s a war veteran with three children. He smokes.

Silver: He’s asleep half of the time so no

Sebek: Will literally scream if he sees you smoking

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pandoa · 3 months

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dear twst, pls make an ssr of divus crewel, i’ve been waiting for crumbs since i first saw that beautiful, stunning man in the prologue 🙏

#twisted wonderland #twst #divus crewel #why did crowley get the pretty princess privileges before crewel i am SEETHING #the first time he (divus) appeared in game i was already down bad #he was everywhere in my feed #bc i encouraged it lol #i barely knew any of the students then and only had divus to work with hahshajdjsj #BUT STILL #I WAS IN LOVE #so twst should rly make ssrs of the other staff just sayingggg

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leaderpinhead · 7 months

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Trein - Adoption

Mozus released a deep sigh and closed his book. Lucius gave him a small meow before curling into a tighter ball in his lap. Mozus gave the feline a generous scratch behind the ear while he glanced around the small space that was his “home-away-from-home.”

It was a cozy space—with a functioning fireplace, ample shelving for his history books, and an adequate kitchenette to brew his afternoon tea. His only complaint would be being able to hear Ashton and Percival when their drinking games went a bit too far, but that was the caveat for living on the campus with the other staff. Even now, he could hear the two men giggling through the walls, their Friday night drinking already started.

Speaking of time…Lucius gave a huff when Mozus moved him just enough to retrieve the pocket watch from his pocket. The girls should be calling him soon, as they usually did when their stepmother finished her call to Asher. He had a bit to tell her tonight, especially concerning Palacios and his escalating antics with transformation potions. She had laughed off his concerns last week—stating Asher had assured her his little friend was harmless—but Mozus knew he could rally her support when he told her...

A short knock on his door brought his strategizing to a halt. With an upset mewl, Lucius jumped from his lap when Mozus beckoned him. Pocketing his watch, Mozus shuffled across the room to open the door.

He quirked a brow when he found Divus standing outside his door, looking like he had just sniffed the foulest potion he could possibly brew. “Yes?”

Divus’s eyes rudely flicked up and down. “I didn’t realize you owned something other than a suit.”

Mozus scowled at the young professor. Lucius emitted an unhappy rumble as he wrapped himself around Mozus’s ankles. “Did you knock on my door simply to insult my wardrobe?”

One corner of Divus’s mouth quirked upwards. “Perhaps that would have been a reason when I was still a student, but at this age I’m...” Divus paused. His brow caved inward, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled. “I’m in need of advice.”

Sensing the sober undertones in the younger professor’s voice, Mozus stepped aside and gestured Divus into his small apartment. Divus stepped in and quickly maneuvered around the room to stand in front of the two chairs framing the bookshelf. Divus didn’t sit until Mozus gestured him to, which earned him a bit of respect. Divus had been an outspoken rebel many years ago when he first stepped into Mozus’s classroom as a student, but that rebellion had tempered a bit during his tenure as a professor. He was still a bit of a hellion at times, but there was a maturity to it now that helped Mozus have a bit more patience. In front of the students at least.

Mozus carefully sat across from Divus. He made a small gesture for Lucius to jump into his lap, which the feline did without hesitation. Lucius’s loud purr became background noise while he spoke. “I assume the advice you're searching for is on a serious topic. Over the last decade you have taught here, you have never once sought me outside of school hours.”

Divus hummed his agreement. He shifted in the chair until one leg stretched comfortably across the other. The casual posture brought more attention to his foot jiggling in the air. “I know you haven’t made it public knowledge, but Asher Kindle is your stepson.”

Mozus didn’t attempt to hide his surprise at the statement. “Indeed, he is. Though his mother and I both agreed it was for the best he maintain his father’s surname. I had believed that would keep anyone from drawing a connection between us after he enrolled.”

Divus twitched one hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’m not here to accuse you of favoritism. I’m sure anyone would immediately catch on to such a thing considering your reputation among the students.” That singular curl of Divus’s lips returned when Mozus scowled at him. It quickly drooped again, and his foot jiggled a bit more. “If you don’t mind me asking, did you fully adopt the boy?”

Mozus blinked, and his annoyance simmered once more into surprise. Lucius’s tail flicked under his chin when he stopped petting. “Indeed, I did. Just as my wife adopted my daughters. We are a family in every sense of the word.”

Divus hummed and leaned back into his chair. His fingers steepled above his knee. “And the process—how difficult was it?”

Mozus copied Divus’s motions, leaning into his chair and resuming his petting motions for Lucius’s enjoyment. “It was fairly easy. All that was required was our signing a few official documents.” Mozus quirked one brow. “It helped that there wasn’t another biological parent to contest the adoption and all of the children were born in Twisted Wonderland.”

Divus gave him a nasty scowl, but Mozus challenged him with a haughty stare. The younger man wanted his advice, and Mozus wasn’t keen to dance around the topic he wished to address. When Divus’s lips remained tightly shut, Mozus continued. “In the case of Maddox, there isn’t much point in venturing down that path. At eighteen, he is considered a legal adult. I would advise more of a power of attorney status in that situation. That way if anything were to happen to the boy, you would be the one to make important decisions concerning his welfare, not his dubious father.

“As for Yuu...” Mozus hummed. “That is a trickier matter. On paper, the child doesn’t exist. If the headmage fails to find a way to send the child home, then that may become an issue when the school year ends. At the very least, the child could become a ward of the state.”

“Only because the child doesn’t exist on paper,” Divus repeated. His jiggling foot had calmed a bit. “Say there were papers that existed...papers that only needed another person to witness the signing…”

Before Mozus could question the odd insinuation, another knock sounded at his door. Divus jumped up before Mozus could and opened the door without hesitation. Percival hiccupped as he took a swaying step into the room, his lanky form bending like a piece of grass in the wind. He saluted Divus, plastering his pink bangs against his forehead. “Dr. Percival Ellington—Head Nurse of Night Raven College—at your service, ringmaster.”

“I thought I told you to hold off on drinking so early,” Divus snapped. “You’re already plastered.”

“No, I'm—.” A hiccup interrupted Percival. He rapidly blinked and paused long enough to appear baffled by his surroundings. He giggled. “I use plaster for booboos.”

Divus clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “You can still recite your name, which is good enough. Come here.”

Percival allowed himself to be guided over to the chairs. He gave Mozus a friendly wave. “Heya, professor! Wanna come share a drink with me an’ Gassy? We’re gonna celebrate Dee being a new daddy!”

Mozus didn’t bother answering Percival. Instead, he watched Divus pull a small packet of paper from the inside pocket of his coat and flatten the pages against the nearby side table. He shot a narrowed stare at Percival before manhandling the nurse into a position on the opposite side of the table. “Percy, just stand there and watch us sign the papers.”

“Uh huh.” Aside from his loose movements and the slight slur in his speech, Mozus could almost believe the man was sober. Until he nearly faceplanted into the table. “I’ll watch real close!”

Divus sighed and pushed Percival back into an upright position. “Just stand there, Percy. That’s all I ask.”

“Okie dokie!”

“Divus.” Mozus stood, placing Lucious into his chair. He stepped up to the table beside the younger men to get a better view of the papers Divus rapidly flipped through. His frown lengthened when he caught the heading of one page. “You can’t possibly think I would agree to this.”

“You do tend to be a stickler for the rules,” Divus mumbled. His hand never paused scribbling his initials and exaggerated signature. “But tell me—what rules are we breaking exactly? You yourself admit the prefect doesn’t exist on paper. I’m simply creating the paper trail to give her existence legitimacy. It’s really no different than a doctor signing a birth certificate.”

“Except you are no doctor,” Mozus snapped. “A child is no mere commodity to be flung around on a whim.”

Divus sighed, and his pen finally paused. He straightened from his hunched posture. He tipped his chin higher and looked Mozus straight in the eye with an unwavering gaze. “I’m aware of that. Which is why I am creating an existence for the girl. On the off-chance Crowley doesn’t find a way to return her to her world—on the off-chance she has no world to return to. As a minor, she would become a ward of the state just as you said. Taken away from what she has become familiar with and thrust into a world she still grasps to understand. Do you think anyone would be interested in taking in a child her age? Do you think she would be allowed the freedom she has found here? Her mind would rot in the public education system, where she will be told her lack of magic is a defect that holds her back, though she’s proven a better grasp at potions and the understanding of magic basics than most mages twice her age. You would subject a girl to that life simply because of a technicality of her legal existence?”

Mozus pressed his lips together. It wasn’t difficult for Divus to become...passionate on a topic. Mozus genuinely believed the younger man could have become the housewarden of Pomefiore dorm as a student had he shown more interest in potion making at the time. Tenacity was simply a nicer word than the bullheaded stubbornness Divus could embody when he wanted to.

That wasn’t entirely what Mozus saw in Divus’s gaze though. The tension in his shoulders slackened a bit. He closed his eyes and rubbed at the sudden ache between his brows. “You could lose your position here if this forgery is discovered.”

“Forgery implies these aren’t legitimate documents.” Mozus didn’t need to see Divus to hear the smirk on his face. “I assure these are completely legitimate along with the notarization stamped on them.”

Mozus couldn’t help directing a sharp gesture at Percival, who could barely stand upright without Divus consistently pushing him back into place. “And I’m to believe Percival is the notary you chose to witness this signing?”

Divus’s smirk widened. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Percival pulled a stamper from his pocket with a happy hiccup. “I gotta stamp too!”

Mozus should have known. He had watched the two men—then students of Heartslabyul and Pomefiore—run amuck on the campus. Why wouldn’t they continue to support each other as staff? “And you truly believe you can fool the world into believing this child is a distant cousin you wish to gain guardianship over? What if someone from your family comes forward to expose you?”

Divus’s expression barely shifted, but Mozus caught the hard glint that briefly passed over his eyes. “After fifteen years of openly shunning me and pretending I never existed? I would love to see them try. Now sign the damn papers, Trein. I only need your signature to prove it was really me who signed the papers and Percival who notarized them. I’ll even let you witness the papers when Maddox and I establish a power of attorney if that’ll help relieve that rule abiding Heartslabyul spirit of yours.”

Sensing Divus wouldn’t budge, Mozus finally took the pen Divus held out to him and signed the lines Percival’s wobbly finger pointed at. Afterwards, while Divus reluctantly escorted a wobbly Percival back to Ashton’s apartment, Mozus flipped through the documentation. He paused on the front page.

Yuki Crewel—a bit common, but an easy way to explain her “nickname” being Yuu. Mozus shook his head and placed the papers in a safe place for Divus to retrieve. He settled back in his chair with Lucious and searched his bookshelf for a new book to read while listening to Ashton’s and Percival’s loud voices insisting Divus join them.

While he didn’t fully approve of Divus’s methods, he couldn’t deny the young man’s obvious attempts to give the two children under his wing one less thing in life to worry about.

#twisted wonderland #twstober #day 31 family #divus crewel #mozus trein #original character #worldbuilding #this might not make sense #but it's a subplot in my longer fic #because who cares about how the legal process actually works?#plus i take any excuse to write dad crewel #also trein is married in my universe #because how else can i have an excuse to make a twisted version of cinderella :D

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theoneandonly-divus · 11 days

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Walks over to him at the end of class, grabbing something out of his pocket before quickly unwrapping a room temperature slice of cheese and slapping it on his face

You've now been cheesed.cheeses.

It's a good luck thing I guess I don't know the cheese quest mechanics please don't punish me . I also don't recommend doing anything with that slice other than throwing it away or maybe freezing it and keeping it as a momento I guess.

Takes a quick selfie of the two of them mumbling a "for magicam" before quickly speedwalking away ducking out of the classroom like his life depended on it because he definitely did not want see his reaction or get in trouble

C A T E R D I A M O N D

Peals off the cheese and flings it into the trash with a little too much force. Gets up from his desk to peruse.

GET BACK HERE. IS THIS HOW YOU SPEND YOUR FREE TIME INSTEAD OF STUDYING?!?!

#I will add more work for you in the future #crewel comments #twst rp #twisted wonderland rp

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intermittentstitcher · 24 days

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An embroidery meme

@subarux99

#hand embroidery #crewel embroidery #berlin wool work embroidery #stumpwork #blackwork #sashiko #cross stitch

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silkdamask-blog · 20 days

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This vibrant #crewel #pocketbook was made for Benjamin Stuart #Boston, 1753. @MHS1791 It features a brightly hued #pastoral view w/vining flowers, bird, & goats. Wool thread worked on linen, dazzling interior, lined with yellow silk. More: silkdamask.org/2016/09/a-pock…

#mhs1791 #18th century fashion #pocketbook #crewel work #crewel #massachusetts historical society #boston #fashioning the New England Family

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hirokiyuu · 3 months

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Heddwyn "Wyn" Caldera is a freshman from Diasomnia. He's well known in alchemical circles for multiple revolutionary breakthroughs in the world of potions, the first of which he discovered at eight years old. Though invited to NRC last year at age thirteen, he waited a year before accepting a position at the school.

here he is my baby boy......!!!! been tossing this kid around in my head a lot lately and wanted to make a profile card for him to show him off to the world. imagine me as a proud parent and ive pulled this out of my wallet.

based off the black cauldron. both the movie and like. the cauldron itself. naturally he is good at potions. since the cauldron is essentially a mcguffin wanted by everyone the idea is that he's extremely good at what he does but is also pretty vulnerable to being used. he's also very stone-faced bc he's...... made of stone............ get it.............

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#twst oc #twisted wonderland #his fave food is veggies bc i think being a 14yo boy who eats Spinch and Enjoys It is funny #im still turnign over his unique magic in my head........ i think the thing i initially wanted for him im keeping for his eldest brother #he and deuce get along well (he is a cauldron) but tbh i dont think he has many other friends #i think theyre parters in pe and i think he tries to tutor deuce in potions and i think both these things go badly. u kno how it is.#if he put as much effort into his magic as he did his potions hed be a prodigy there too. unfortunately he likes Stir and Brew.#doted on in science club. rook praises the shit he works on and he gets so excited and happy and trey is just glad theyre getting along #tbh i dont think trey realizes at first baby is literally world-famous hes just like. theres a kid in this club. ill be nice.#has a good rship with crewel overall tho theres always an odd line for him to walk btwn 'this person is a revolutionary genius at potions'#and 'this kid is fourteen and the most awkward child i have ever taught' u kno.#he ta's in the third years class sometimes. as you do #looks up to malleus and dislikes lilia (too playful/unserious for his tastes) respects silver a lot but finds sebek Very Rude #(they are seat mates)#OK THATS A LOT OF THOUGHTS FOR TAGS and i wnana lie down. think abt my baby please. ok goodnight #wyn stuff #how do you art

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chloe-spade · 15 days

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Tangled Up Act One: When Will My Life Begin

Seventeen years have passed since that faithful day and the young boy has become a young man with an open window, looking around. He was playing hide and seek with a lovely chameleon he adopted years prior, and now was looking for him.

The Tower's height never scared him anymore as he used his hair to look around for his friends again. It was a morning activity that was fun and helped Silver relax for the day, as predicted. But that wasn't going to deter him from winning the game.

"It seems like Epel isn't hiding out here," Silver hummed as he entered the tower once again.

He stopped for a moment before using a strand of his hair to pull the camouflaged chameleon from his hiding spot and he giggled. "Gotcha!"

"That's so unfair!" Epel pouted, "You always know to find me."

"What did you expect?" Deuce, a bluebird, questioned. "Silver became an expert after a while."

"He's good," Ace, a red hedgehog, added, "You keep underestimated him, and just because you are a chameleon doesn't mean you can't hide from him."

"But I was actually practicing," Epel groaned again.

Silver laughed again and took Epel into his hands, sitting on the window. "Sorry about that. I just like playing this game in the mornings, helps me wake up as well." He paused for a moment, "Well, is it a two out of three?"

Epel made a sour face in response.

"Ok,ok," Silver relented, "What do you guys want to do?"

"Oh, how about we go outside? Like outside, and I mean, outside this tower." Ace recommended, "I heard the grass is much softer when spring slowly turns into summer and I could smell all the flowers."

"And fly around the blue sky." Deuce chirped.

"And maybe I can actually win at hide and seek," Epel added, "This tower is becoming predictable for hiding spots. I need more space and atmosphere."

"No," Silver objected, "Come on, I like it in here and so do you guys."

"Not really."

"I wouldn't so."

"I hate that place."

Silver rolled his eyes, and lifted Ace and Epel, "For you guys, it's not, but it's nice and homey for me, like Father intended. Now, are you going to help me clean?" Silver smiled and grabbed his broom looked at the clock and watched how the clock struck 7:00.

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7 AM, the usual morning lineup

Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15

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Silver sighed as he looked up at the clock, it was exactly 7:15. He was almost exhausted from how fast he worked, but he was done.

"Already?" Ace questioned, "That was fast."

"Time flies when you do chores, I suppose," Silver chuckles, "Let's have some fun."

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And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically

Just wondering, when will my life begin?

☀️

"Ace, stop," Silver huffs, "They're warm, and you need to wait," he puts down the tray, "I don't want you to have a tummy ache before lunch."

"You also ate all the cookies before everyone else," Deuce added, "which sucks."

"You glutton," Epel scoffed.

"It was good," Ace pouted, "and that means eating cookies as well."

"No fighting," Silver lectured, before he looked above the fireplace and stood back, "Hey, don't you think that looks, uh, bland?"

The Animal Trip looked over at the area and examined it.

"Pretty bland," Ace agreed, "It needs something, like your touch. Like, a…"

"Like, a portrait! Or a beautiful painting." Deuce cheered.

"I even have some ideas!" Epel beamed.

Silver smiles and gets up onto the furnace, Deuce delivers his paints and paintbrush, and he starts to examine and looks around, and starts to paint for a while until lunch begins.

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Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking

Papier-mâché, a bit of ballet and chess

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"Checkmate," mumbled a dazed Silver, on the floor, wrapped around his hair. But it was worth it to finally beat Deuce in chess, even though he'll bruise later.

"Are you ok!?" Epel gasped in worry.

"I told him that dancing while playing what a bad idea," Deuce sighed. "But he was stubborn."

"..at least he wasn't sleeping," Ace piped up.

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Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch

Take a climb, sew a dress

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"I hate this," Ace muttered, "It's tight." He struggled as the dress slowly began to tighten his quills, causing some of the fabric to break apart.

"…well, you are ripping it apart," Deuce muttered, resting on Silver's shoulder.

Silver smiles and looks back at the book, "This is what the book says. And it looks nice, and I made sure it'll be good for you."

Epel laughs, "It's nice and funny. And I think it fits you so well."

Ace pouted, looking down, "Stop it…this was embarrassing. Why couldn't Epel wear this?"

"He knows that if he were to touch me, I'm about to bite him," Epel answered with pride.

Silver watched and yawned, having a feeling of a more boring day. He walks upstairs, grabs the books rests on his bed, and yawns once more, looking down at the books with boredom, already prepared to reread everything.

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And I'll reread the books if I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's a room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been

☀️

"Thank you," Silver took the brush from Deuce and sighed, "You guys are right. Outside would be much more fun than all of this. It's got so tiring, being here all day. And with everything here all at once, I need something new, and I want that."

☀️

And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'

And wonderin' and wonderin'

When will my life begin?

☀️

Silver climbs down walks over to the window and looks up at the sky, watching the sky filled with different stars above, whenever his birthday comes. He wants to feel it. Feel the fire within the lanterns and feel the breeze that'll allow them to be carried to the heavens.

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Tomorrow night, lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year

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Silver slowly began to paint himself with his new painting, watching the strange stars from beyond the trees and wishing to be there with his friends and his father, enjoying his birthday. The one wish he always wanted to ask every year and he concluded that it was that year he won't hesitate.

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What is it like out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older, Father might just let me go

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Silver sighed as he rested on the window again, but with a more somber face than his previous happiness from earlier. To think he would laugh his friends off about how boring the tower was but now he sees it, feels it, and hates it. He just sighed sadly again, looking up.

Deuce, Epel, and Ace go over to Silver and begin to comfort him, by nuzzling him.

"Hey, it'll be alright," Ace spoke, "maybe this year, he'll stop treating you like a prisoner and let you go."

"Maybe," Silver agreed, "but I know my father. No matter what I said, it would be told on deaf ears. Like last year, and the many years before that."

"Silver, know that you'll get your wish, and we'll be right here beside you, watching those lanterns fly up into the sky." Silver giggles softly and pets Deuce's feathers.

"Hey, I'll be fine," Silver yawned and walked away to his bedroom, "I'll ask him soon…I promise."

He entered his room, looking at the paintings he made when his hair was long enough too. He lay down on his bed, looking up at them before he felt his eyes gotten heavy. He hums and slowly falls asleep, using his hair as a soft blanket, as he tends to do.

"He's been up here for years," Deuce mourned, "I hope he can finally walk on the grass and have fun." He nuzzles Silver's head, "It'll be better than just being cooped up in here."

"Yeah," Ace groaned, "He's so…I don't want to say this but he's pretty clueless about the world. I mean, he didn't know what I was when we met, and he called me a small mini dog, with spikes."

Epel chuckled, "He was only 7, Ace, but it did cement his living situation. Now, come on, we should rest before Crewel comes back." They walk over and carefully rest themselves within Silver's hair and slowly drift to sleep, enjoying the soft hair.

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The Kingdom of Sol was not so far, especially to an outsider. With King Lilia in charge, the kingdom is a thriving location with every celebration becoming a long-awaited tradition that everyone knows of.

Another known thing was the thieves.

Three wanted thieves were now on top of the kingdom, ready to go one of the most horrendous crimes of all time.

"Look at the view," Fang hummed, "I could never get old of it."

"Indeed, but we have a job to do," Jade reminded, pulling Fang towards an open window that Floyd had opened, "and don't forget, you owe Azul after that horrendous stunt of yours. It was either this or your tongue."

Fang groaned, "I get it, I get it."

Fanf was a thief, a thief who accidentally stole from Azul Ashengrotto, a man who works for himself, and now has to repay his new debt, the only thing he could steal is the kingdom crown, and it was either his own life or a luxury he could steal.

Many do not know much about Fang, the other being known as the Beastman. He wasn't feared, per se. Just wanted since childhood to steal anything he could eat, wear, and steal. He was caught occasionally, but he had some small allies that always got him out.

"Don't worry," Floyd giggled, "if this is valuable to repay your debt, then you steal it. It's quite simple."

Fang huffs and wraps himself with a rope, "You doubt me?"

Jade and Floyd roll their eyes and begin to move Ruggie down into the crown room. Fang carefully looks around to make sure the guards are around the crown, making sure that nobody comes in or out. The crown sits ideally onto a special case, with the name "Silver" engraved on the podium it remained on, and looks like it hasn't been touched in years, well, until Fang's hand grabbed and stuffed it into his satchel.

He didn't know why Azul wanted such a remarkable yet clearly sentimental item. Fang was appalled when he was told about the job and almost got his tongue ripped out. He was a thief, but he was not low enough to steal something that meant so much. But he had to do it, regardless of his feelings.

He almost jumped as a guard sneezed.

"Ah, spring fever, right?" Fang teased.

"Y-yeah, not the best at the mom-," The guard answered before quickly turning around, locking eyes with Fang.

It was only a moment before his spear almost gutted Fang, and the thing that saved him was a quick pull from the twins.

Fang laughed as he landed on the castle roof, with glares from Jade but a giddy smile from Floyd.

"Was that really necessary?" Jade sighed as they began to climb down.

"Who cares! It was fun, almost seeing Fangy getting gutted," Floyd added with a laugh.

"Guys!" Fang laughed, "Sneaked into the castle, through the guards, and stole the most valuable item all in one morning, and if that doesn't tell you that this was going to be a great day, then you'll be extremely wrong! This just become a very great day!"

☀️

"Today's the day," Silver announced, "Today's the day I'm going to ask him."

"Finally," Ace groaned, "you've been cooped here for years, and now's the day you asked. But I have a bad feeling about this."

"How so?" Questioned Silver, putting away his art supplies, "I think now that I'm older, he's bound to be more understanding. I'm almost 18 years old, and I'm strong and responsible enough to help out."

"We know," Deuce chuckled, "We watched how you trained for this day."

"All the bruises and splinters are all worth it, "Silver smiles and carefully set the paintbrushes down, "I'm excited, and I'm so prepared for this, but I have to be very convincing/"

"Have you practiced in the mirror?" Epel asked.

"Of course I have, not that it works as my impression of Father is not the greatest." Silver admitted. "But I know what to say and what to do and if things do go south, I know how to distract him."

"Silver!" A man called from below, "My little flower!"

Silver gasped and helped the animals behind the curtains. "Ok, just stay here. I got this…just pray for me."

"Our little paws are crossed." Epel whispered as Silver walked away.

"Silver, I'm not getting younger down here," Silver's Father, Crewel announced, fixing his hair. Silver peaks out and quickly set his hair on the small hook and released his hair, watching it fly down onto the ground, easily for Crewel to grab it and use it as a rope, Silver pulled it with all his strength, raising Crewel to the top of the tower's window. Silver helps Crewel inside takes his cape, and proceeds to hang it on the nearby hanger.

"Oh, Silver," Crewel cooed, cupping Silver's cheeks, "how could you do that without fainting? It must've been so tiring for such a delicate flower such as yourself."

Silver chuckled, "I know but I'm used to it, and besides, it makes me stronger every day." Crewel smiles and pats Silver's head.

"That's why I'm so proud of you," He laughed, "such a cute young boy."

"Not that young," Silver protested.

"Tomoto, Tomato," Crewel laughed, smelling the air. "Oh! What delicacy you baked today?"

"Oh, the usual, chocolate chip cookies."

Silver answered, set down his stool, and gave Crewel his brush. He sits down and gives Crewel his hair to brush. Silver begins to hum, but unknowingly to him, he is humming so fast that the magic of his hair comes and goes within a few seconds. That caused a small panic in Crewel as he brushed quickly and gasped as the magic surrounded him.

"Silver," Crewel lectured, "What has gotten into you? That was…oddly fast. What's the deal?" Silver flushes a little, and looks over at the hidden painting, watching Ace, Epel, and Deuce egged him on.

"Well, I was just excited about something."

"Hmm, what about?"

"Well, my birthday, Father," Silver spoke up, "Um…we both know that my birthday is tomorrow, and I have one massive request that would make me very happy."

"Other than the paints, sewing supplies, hair supplies, gardening supplies, and the newest brush after you broke your old one?" Crewel teased and laughed. "Aw, don't worry, if its for my sweet little flower, anything."

Silver took a breath and said, "I want to see the floating lights…"

"Floating lights?"

"….ah, well, I could be more specific." Silver stammered, "I want to see the floating lights that I see every night on my birthday. And I mean, by seeing them, not just from the tower, but outside. Out there, and I know you think I'm not ready for it, but I know I'm ready."

Crewel's eyes darkened for a moment, but kept a kind smile, "You mean those bright stars?"

Silver sighs, "They're not stars, Father."

He climbed up and showed Crewel a star diagram he created years prior, causing a small gasp from Crewel. "I recorded every moment of star movements depending on the year, but these stars only appeared on my birthday as dusk appeared, it's a repeating pattern and I know that." Silver climbs down and shows his newest painting, which surprised Crewel again, "All I'm asking is for this one day to see these in person and that it'll make my life complete."

Crewel was silent for a moment, before sighing. "I understand you, I truly do," he stood up and asked Silver to get down to stroke his hair, "You are already capable but…you want to go outside? Why, Silver."

Crewel chuckled before walking towards the window and closing the doors.

"Look at you, as fragile as a flower. Just a little sapling, just a sprout. You know why we stay up in this tower?"

"Yes, I do, but," Silver began but was interrupted.

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That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear

I always knew this day was coming

Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest

Soon, but not yet

☀️

"But—," Silver protested but was interrupted by his father again, finger on his lips.

☀️

Shh! Trust me, pup

Father knows best

☀️

A hip to the tower and the smallest window close, leaving the tower dark but Silver was prepared as he prepared a candle to look around for Crewel but didn't expect a scare from him as he looked. He was now annoyed but kept his composure.

☀️

Father knows best, listen to your father

It's a scary world out there

Father knows best, one way or another

Something will go wrong, I swear

☀️

Silver wasn't exactly convinced, especially when Crewel had to grab his hair to cast an illusion of a thief, trying to steal his hair, that was until he tripped onto the floor and all spooky shadows of things he should fear. It even ended with a crude shadow of a man, ready to grab if it wasn't for Silver's quick reflexes.

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Ruffians, thugs, poison ivy, quicksand

Cannibals and snakes

The plague

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"Wait no!" Silver gasped.

"Yes!" Crewel cackled, shining the green light onto Silver's face.

"Father, please-," Silver begged, only to be pushed onto the floor by a mop, and face to face with a horrible painting of a shared tooth man.

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Also large bugs

People with pointy teeth, and

Stop, no more, you'll just upset me

☀️

Silver sighs and looks around for his father again. He sees Crewel and walks toward him, but once he does, it is just a mannequin. Silver frowns and looks back at the stairs, lights leading up and Crewel walking down with a smirk.

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Father's right here, Father will protect you

Darling, here's what I suggest

Skip the drama, stay with Papa

Father knows best

☀️

"Father, I think you overreacting," Silver groaned, "I am fully aware of those horrible things. I am not stupid, nor naive."

☀️

Go ahead, get trampled by a rhino

Go ahead, get mugged, and left for dead ("Father, enough..")

Me, I'm just your father, what do I know?

I only bathed and changed and nursed you

Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it

Let me die alone here, go on be my guest ("You are pushing it, Father,")

When it's too late, you'll see, just wait

Father knows best

☀️

Silver gasped as he looked up again, and Crewel was gone, only the scent of the candle wax by the stairs. Silver sighs grabs a match and starts to light the candles again, completely unaware that Crewel was putting them out simply with his fingers.

☀️

Father knows best, take it from your popsy

On your own, you won't survive

☀️

A mirror appeared in front of Silver, and Crewel appeared on its side, looking Silver up and down as if he was judging him up and down, which in hindsight, is not a great move.

☀️

Your sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy

Please, they'll eat you up alive

☀️

Crewel grabbed Silver and started to wrap his hair all around him, causing Silver to become entrapped, muffling towards his Father to let him out, with Crewel laughing.

☀️

Gullible, naïve, positively grubby

Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague

Plus, I believe, gettin' kinda chubby

☀️

That was until he flung Silver like he was a spinning top toy, which annoyed Silver as Crewel grabbed his chin, so they met eye to eye. "You are not…," Silver whispers, trying to hide his nausea, "…funny.."

☀️

I'm just saying 'cause I love you

Father understands, Father's here to help you

All I have is one request

☀️

Silver finally loses his balance and lands in Crewel's arms, feeling Crewel comforting him.

"Silver?" Crewel spoke softly towards him.

"What is it?" Silver groaned, looking up.

"Don't ever ask to leave this tower again," Crewel demanded, his grip becoming tight around Silver's shoulder.

"Yes, Father…" Silver finally yielded.

"I love you very much, my child," Crewel cooed.

"I love you more."

"I love you most."Crewel grinned and kissed Silver's hair, his hand now caressing it.

☀️

Don't forget it, you'll regret it

Father knows best

☀️

Silver didn't know what to say after that conversation after all that had happened, so instead, he went to his room to get his mind off it.

"Maybe Father is right," he spoke to himself, looking at the mirror, questioning if he was even ready to go out of the old tower, a place that he lived in for so many years. "Maybe I'm asking for too much from him…" He sighs, lying down on his bed.

☀️

I've got my Father's love

I shouldn't ask for more

I've got so many things

I should be thankful for

Yes, I have everything

Except I guess, a door

Perhaps it's better that I stay in

But tell me, when will my life begin?

☀️

"Silver," Crewel called out, "I'm ready to leave again," He announced, getting ready. Silver takes a small breath and walks downstairs, trying his best to look unaffected by Crewel's cruel words, and grabs his hair to let down.

Crewel frowns and hugs Silver, "Oh, don't be like that, my flower, I know what I was was horrible but I need you to know that I'm worried about you."

"I-I know," Silver stammered softly, and started to let his hair down.

Crewel sighs and looks at Silver again. "I never meant to hurt you, my flower, but this world is not ready for someone as extraordinary as you or your hair." He grabbed onto the hair, "I'll be back, ok? I love you, my dear."

"I love you too," Silver mumbled softly.

"No more mumbling," Crewel managed to say before sliding down. As he departed down, he called out, "I'll be back with lunch!"

Silver watched him walk away before letting his hair down and mumbling, "I'll be here."

Silver noticed Deuce on his shoulder and sighed, "I'm sorry. I thought I could convince him, and I just froze up. Like I always do."

"I wouldn't blame ya," Epel talked, climbing onto the window. "Your father seems very mean."

"No, he isn't. He's just…overprotective." Silver defended, "…I hope he's wrong. Maybe I still have a chance."

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Despite running what felt like an eternity, the royal guards are still right on their trail. "Jade, can we do something about these annoying guards," Floyd said, annoyed that he was running away from them instead of doing the chasing. "I just want to squeeze them now."

"As much I want to say yes, we are unfortunately outnumbered," Jade responded, sounding extremely out of breath.

They hear the stomping of the guards' horses getting close, and they all quickly run to the left and hide in the thick brush of the forest. They finally were able to breathe for a moment, just as long they didn't give their location away.

"Okay, once the coast is clear we'll take the long way back," Ruggie whispers to the twins.

"What? I don't want to do that," Floyd answered, "this mission was incredibly boring from the start."

"It's either we have a long walk or get captured."

Their short conversation ended when they heard a horse's whale coming right for them. And as the thieves got out of their hiding spot, a large horse destroyed the bush. Looking more furious than the captain himself "I found them!" The apparent captain shouted, alerting the rest of his team.

Once again, Ruggie and the twins begin to run away. While he and Floyd throw many insults at the guards. They ran farther and farther into the woods, able to lose most of the guards but some were very close by. They were able to stop once again, this time behind oak trees, with some old and withered, wanted posters, of them.

"I didn't expect to see these far out here," Jade remakes.

"I guess it shows how popular we have gotten over the last few months," Floyd responded, somewhat admiring the well-drawn wanted papers.

"Azul better keeps his end of the bargain of his deal, because I'm not going to die over some stupid crown," Ruggie mumbled to himself. "Well that's what you get when you try to steal something from him," Jade said with a smug look on his face.

Before stealing the royal crown, Ruggie was already in hot water when he decided to steal a valuable item from Azul. For him not to get squeezed to death by Floyd, Azul offered him a deal.

"If you want to live for another day, you would have to steal the lost prince's crown, after all, a lot of people are willing to buy it at a high price," Azul told him those few days ago, which at that point Ruggie is starting to wish he didn't take the offer. Ruggie hopes that Azul might be generous enough to lend him some of that money after he's risking his life for this act of service. As they pay attention to their surroundings, Ruggie notices his wanted poster…and gets irritated seeing it.

"Oh come on you got to be kidding me," he spoke, ripping off the poster from the tree.

"What is it, Fang," Floyd asked.

"…they got my ears wrong again." Ruggie showed the twins the poster, showing them a drawn picture of himself, only that his ears looked more like cat ears than his hyena ones. "Are they that hard to even draw them?" Ruggie asked, offended by this discovery.

"I'm rather surprised that finally made you upset, you did have to deal with my brother for the past 24 hours and he didn't make you this annoyed," Jade spoke.

"Compared to your guy's wanted poster it looks fantastic, and then there's mine, they always mess up the ears."

That's when the conversation stopped once more, as they heard the familiar voices of the guards, they all stood low and quickly moved. That's when the three reach a large piece of earth, blocking off their path.

"Well crap," Floyd spoke. "It's best that we think of a plan now before the guards catch up," Jade informed. Ruggie noticed this little cliff was much taller than the twins and himself, but not too tall to lift someone over.

"Okay, I have an idea," Ruggie said. "Are we going to lift someone up?" Floyd asked.

"Glad you caught on," Ruggie stated, "since you two are tall enough, you can help me get over the ledge and I could lift you two up with me." The twins looked at each other, suspicious about Ruggie's idea, but since they had no choice they had to do it.

"Alright, just give us the satchel first," Jade spoke.

"Really?"

"Just because we've known you for a few days doesn't mean we trust you, so you can either hand it over or we make you lift the both of us." Jade threatened with a calm smile.

Ruggie sighed and handed over the satchel, and they quickly made a human tower, Floyd being the support while Jade lifted Ruggie over. Once done, Ruggie looks down, seeing his teammates.

"Alright, pull me up," Jade spoke "I would, but I got my hands full."

"What-" Ruggie showed the satchel, the strap cut and him holding a small dagger along with it.

"Since I have a sneaky feeling that Azul is going to cheat his way out of the bargain, I wanted to do it first," Ruggie stated getting up quickly.

"Why you little-"

"Tell Azul I said thanks for your guy's volunteer work."

With that, Ruggie began to run off, hearing the twins cursing him out, slowly fading away when he got deeper into the woods.

But unfortunately for him, he was still being followed by one of the guards. "And here I thought I was going to get a break," he thought to himself when he heard the cries of the royal guard's horse. Ruggie had to be quick to get this guard off his trail, so he decided to go under steep hills, and duck under some branches while avoiding the many arrows that were trying to hit him.

That's when he saw a perfect opportunity, not only there was another hill to go down but some tree branches were low enough for him to grab on. As he runs towards it, he gets his momentum ready and focuses. Right before going down the hill, he jumps onto the branch, with his speed as well he swings around the branch and surprises the unexpected guard. Kicking behind the head was enough for him to fall off his horse, who ran down the hill in the meantime. But stopped when it noticed his owner fell off. Ruggie lands and is shocked and dizzy.

"I didn't expect that to work but man, that was incredible." Before he could do anything else, he realized that not only did he recognize the horse from earlier, but it stopped in his tracks, turned, and glared at him.

"What are waiting for?" Ruggie asked, then grabbed the reigns, "Let's go!"

The horse continued to glare but his eyes slowly drifted to the bag knowing that the stolen crown was hidden in it. He went to snatch it but was pulled away from Ruggie.

"No. This is mine." Ruggie laughs, "It's not nice to steal from- Hey!!"

The horse took another snap at Ruggie's bag, which began a struggle between the two, pulling the satchel back and forth and it seemed like the horse was winning, the unfortunate enemies anciently let their guard down as the satchel was flung to a nearby tree branch over a cliff. Both stare at each other as if to keep an eye on the other.

Ruggie looks over at the horse before jumping off and sprinting towards the satchel, the horse following suit. This was now a war between the hyena and the horse as they pushed, pulled, punched, tripped, and kicked to prevent the other from going near the satchel. The horse had the upper hand, pushing Ruggie off the branch, but backfired as Ruggie grabbed onto the log with strength.

Ruggie gripped the tree log for dear life. The growl from the horse informed Ruggie that he shouldn't be there for long, so like a little bug, he scurried, also trying to avoid the horse stomping his hooves to purposely break his hands while he climbed.

"This is such a weird day!" Ruggie called out to the horse, "I just wanted to get rich and now I'm trying to escape a horse. Today is not my day."

Ruggie took the satchel in his hands, having a mere moment of victory, only moving to take the satchel away from the horse. A small creek was heard, as the branch slowly tumbled down due to the two fighting and the extra weight they brought. Both stood still, hoping if they stood still, the branch would not break.

But it was false hope as the branch snapped and fell. The enemies looked at each other before screaming as they tumbled down the cliff. A rock broke the branch, separating the two. The horse immediately got back up after he tumbled, looking for Ruggie, and sniffing the area for him.

Unaware of the horse, Ruggie hid behind a boulder, big enough to hide his small form.

Ruggie panted, only hearing faint sounds of the horse walking past, before accidentally falling through the vines behind him. Confused, he walked through, which led to a small cavern, and at the end was a huge tower, it wasn't even that old and abandoned, but nicely decorated, especially with the vines growing around it.

"Why is there a tower all the way out here?" Ruggie questioned, walking over to it, and looking up at the length.

"I mean, if it's hidden, I should be safe from the knights and those pesky twins." Ruggie grabbed two arrows from the knights and started to climb it, surprised at how huge this tower was, and questioned why it was built in the first place. By the time he got to the window, he sighed to himself and entered the tower. Ruggie looks around for a little bit, surprised at how decorative it was, considering it was an old tower hidden from society.

"..well," he laughs, "this is a perfect place for me to hide in. And," he opens the satchel, "we are alone at last." The last thing that happened was a huge clang and a body was now on the floor unconscious.

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Blooming Red (Riddle x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild angst (mentions of Riddle's mom), mild hurt/comfort

You jogged down the hallway, legs worn out from all the running you’d been doing. First it was to the small store at the hotel; when they didn’t have what you were looking for, you went to find one of your professors. You finally came upon Professor Crewel, who’d just returned from a breakfast outing. Once you explained to him the situation, you both quickly headed to his hotel suite, where he handed you the extra bottle he’d brought. After a quick thank you, you hurried back up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. Now here you were, skidding to a stop before you knocked on the door at the end of the long hallway.

Cater was the face to greet you as the door opened. “Oh good, you got it!” He stepped aside to let you in the room, then shut the door quickly before he followed after you. “Poor guy’s really pitiful right now. The ice has helped, but that aloe will do a lot better - hopefully.”

You nodded as you two entered the bedroom of the hotel suite. The door was slightly ajar, so the first thing you saw before you entered was Trey sitting on the bed. He turned his head to look at the two of you as you came in, his smile a mix of fatigue and worry. “I’m sorry it took so long,” you said. “The shop didn’t have any aloe, and I didn’t want to go all the way down to Sam’s to get some. Thankfully I ran into Professor Crewel and he offered to give me some of his.” You held up the green bottle of aloe vera for Trey to see.

“Thanks for getting it.” Trey glanced over at the closed bathroom door. “Riddle’s in there - I think the cold bath might be helping.”

“How is he?” you asked, concerned for your friend.

“As good as you can be when you’re sunburned that bad,” Trey replied with a sigh. “He’s never really been sunburned before, so it’s taking a worse toll on him than what’s normal. That, and he does have sensitive skin, so…”

You didn’t have time to ask any questions before, since you were in such a hurry to fetch the little green bottle of salvation. You decided to get those questions out now before Riddle came back. “I thought Riddle was really adamant about reapplying sunscreen every hour or so? How could he have gotten sunburned if he’s that diligent?”

“I’m not too sure,” Trey answered.

“But we do have a theory,” Cater interjected. “Riddle actually forgot his sunscreen when we all went out to the pool yesterday. Deuce went back in to grab it.”

“Did he get the wrong one?”

“No, he got the right sunscreen,” Cater confirmed, “but he put it real close to mine. Our bottles are pretty similar looking, so Riddle might have grabbed mine by mistake when he went to reapply. We only stayed out for a few hours before it started to rain, so he would’ve only applied it twice.”

“And he didn’t notice the difference between bottles?” To you, that sounded very unlike Riddle to not notice little details like that.

“I mean,” Cater scratched the back of his ear as he chuckled, “he didn’t exactly have time to. Floyd was bugging him a lot.”

“Oooh,” you uttered. That would make sense, you thought. If Riddle was trying to hurry up and apply some and then get away from Floyd, he wouldn’t have spared a glance at the bottle. Since he and Cater’s sunscreens were so similar, he could have easily mistaken one for the other.

Just then, the bathroom door opened. The pitiful sight of Riddle as he stepped through the doorway made your heart ache. His skin was beet red, a direct copy of his hair. The burn stretched over parts of his shoulders, arms, chest, and back. The back was the worst overall, with almost every inch being covered in the sunburn. Somehow, Riddle’s legs had been spared from the sun’s damaging rays. He was clothed in some simple shorts; you watched as he winced as he tried to dry his hair with the cotton bath towel in his hands.

“Is your scalp burnt, too?” Trey asked, so gently it almost sounded like he was speaking to a child.

“Possibly,” Riddle mumbled. He was clearly embarrassed - you could tell by the pink of his cheeks, which you knew were not sunburned. Trey motioned him to come over, and Riddle did so without argument. Riddle bent his head down so Trey could see his scalp. Trey flinched as Riddle winced when he traced his fingertips over the redhead’s scalp. “Ah!”

“Sorry!” Trey guided Riddle to sit on the bed next to him, where he continued to examine his scalp, touches featherlike and cautious. “Mmn…” Trey mumbled under his breath as he stood. “Yeah, you’re sunburnt there too.” That sad smile returned to Trey’s lips as Riddle’s head tilted downwards in shame. “But it’s not as bad as the others. It should heal a lot faster than the rest of you.”

Riddle gave a small nod, though made no verbal reply. You wanted to comfort him, but didn’t know how. You were afraid anything you might say would only make him feel worse. As you were lost in your thoughts, Cater stepped forward and leaned on the bed. “You haven’t eaten today, have you, Riddle? Whatcha want? I’ll go get it from the lobby!”

Riddle thought it over for a moment, his tone level and almost monotone as he replied, “Two hard boiled eggs, a slice of toast with strawberry jam, and a fruit and granola yogurt bowl, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Cater cooed, “I know you want more than that. There’s no shame, y’know - you can cheat when you’re not feeling good.”

Riddle was silent for a moment…then, his voice a bit shyer now, he mumbled, “And a few strawberry and creme crepes.”

“Gotcha!” Cater pushed off the bed before he fixed his ponytail. “I’ll go down and get it.” He glanced over at Trey, “You coming? I know you haven’t eaten either.”

Trey looked hesitant to follow, eyes flicking from Riddle to Cater in quick succession. Finally, you spoke up with a smile. “I’ll stay here with Riddle, you both go on. I know you must be hungry.”

Trey hesitated for a moment longer, eyes glancing at the three of you for a few seconds. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. “Yeah, can’t take care of Riddle on an empty stomach. I’ll go with you.”

“Kay-kay!” Cater turned and left out the bedroom door with a wave of his hand. “I’ll meet you out in the hall.”

Trey pulled on his shoes and got up from the bed. He put a comforting hand over Riddle’s and gave him another smile as he said, “We’ll be back soon. Make sure to put that aloe on the sunburns, okay?” Riddle silently nodded - it seemed to be enough to put Trey at ease. As he passed you on his way out, he stopped to turn and ask, “You want anything? I know you likely haven’t eaten either.”

“Um…” No you hadn’t eaten. The moment you’d heard Riddle’s cries of pain, plus the commotion Cater and Trey had been in, you’d dashed in to help. All thoughts of food had been cast from your mind, along with your plans to eat with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. Oh yeah, those three…you hadn’t even messaged them. Oops… “Just a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and some fruit is fine, thank you. Would you mind grabbing me and Riddle some juice, too?”

“Yeah, I’ll get that,” Trey said as he adjusted his glasses. He then leaned down to whisper, “Make sure he gets all those sunburns covered, okay? They’re really bad.”

“I will,” you whispered back.

As Trey left, you turned back to Riddle, who hadn’t moved from the position on the bed. He delicately dried his hair, wincing every time he grazed over his scalp. You frowned - you wish there was more you could do for him. You glanced down at the bottle of aloe vera still in your hand…it didn’t hurt to ask. You approached Riddle and sat beside him. Before you could utter a word, Riddle spoke in a hushed, irritated tone.

“I’m such an idiot,” he hissed. He glared daggers at the floor, slate colored eyes as sharp as knives. This time, it was not at someone else, but himself. “I should have been more cautious, attentive…”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Riddle,” you said softly. “Besides, Floyd was distracting you, right? It wasn’t like he was going to leave you to reapply in peace; honestly, I would have been in a hurry, too.”

Riddle gave a small nod, but his expression was still harsh. There was no telling what was going through his head. To try and distract him, you held up the bottle and shook it a little as you smiled. “Would you like me to rub this on your back? I know it can be hard to reach.”

Those sharp eyes softened a tad as they glimpsed over at you. The redhead forced a small smile as he nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind…”

“I don’t mind at all.” You climbed back on the bed and positioned yourself behind him on your knees. You softly brushed his red locks away from his neck, so they wouldn’t get drenched in aloe. You popped the cap of the bottle open and squeezed some of the moisture into your hand, then gently brought it to his back.

You jumped as Riddle, too, jumped and let out a yelp. “Cold!”

“Sorry, sorry!” You hoped he didn’t hear the laugh you stifled from his reaction. “I should have warned you.” You slowly began to rub the aloe over his red back. “Does it feel nice, though?”

As you spread the mixture upwards to his neck, Riddle let out a sigh. “Y-Yes, thank you.”

“Mhm,” you hummed as you continued to work.

Just as you covered half his back in the translucent liquid, Riddle grumbled something to himself. It was obvious he hadn’t meant for you to hear, but you did anyway. “Mother would have my head for this.” His arms crossed over his stomach as he hung his head in shame. “This is why she doesn’t believe I can be independent.”

Your mom can shove it.

Riddle’s head reeled around to stare back at you, mouth hung agape in shock, eyes now wide open. Oh no…had you said that out loud. You supposed you had with that kind of reaction. Well, no point to hide it now. You locked eyes with him as you paused your application of the aloe. “I’m serious. If she would yell at you for such a small mistake, call you incompetent, she has a problem. No one is perfect, Riddle; there’s no telling how many mistakes she’s made in the past.”

“I’ve never seen her make any,” Riddle muttered as he started to shrink into himself at the thought of her. “She seeks perfection in everything she, I…everyone around her does. Where would she make a mistake…?”

“I can name one.” Riddle lifted his head to meet your eye again. You meant every word that came out of your mouth next. “She makes a mistake every day she doubts, tries to put down, the amazing person you are, Riddle.”

Riddle simply stared at you for a few moments, expression one of shock. You could see him process your words, as though they were hard to believe. They might be to him…you felt a little pang of anger simmer inside you at the thought of all his mother had done to him, all the doubt she filled him with. Riddle was a wonderful person, despite his flaws and mistakes. Who did she think she was to-?!

“Hahahahaha!” You were startled when Riddle suddenly began to laugh. He now smiled from ear to ear, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his hand came to cover his mouth. When his eyes opened again, he noticed your puzzled expression. “I’m - I’m sorry,” he said between laughs. “I just…I’ve never heard someone speak of my mother so.” Riddle let out a deep exhale as he began to calm down from his fit.

“I cannot imagine how mother would be if she heard you say such things.”

“Honestly, I don’t care,” you said, no hesitation. “If she can’t take the truth, she shouldn’t be such a…” You stopped yourself for how Riddle might feel of you calling his mother a bitch.

“I admit, I’m…conflicted by the statement.” Riddle scooted over on the bed and turned around so he could face you directly. “A part of me wants to defend her, but the other…it’s a strange feeling.”

“It’s called rebellion.” You smiled at him as you sat the bottle of aloe on the bedside table. “Taking your life in your own hands. I know you likely hold love for your mother, but…I just want to see you happy, Riddle - free to be you.”

In that moment, that was the softest look Riddle had ever given you. His smile, the look in those gray orbs, made your heart flutter. “Thank you…I truly mean that. I’m…” He seemed to grow shy again as his eyes flicked down to gaze at the bed. “...I’m happy you see me that way.”

“I always will, Riddle.” You leaned a little closer to him to try and get him to look you in the eye again. “I love seeing you happy.”

You weren’t sure why you did it, but you did: you kissed Riddle’s cheek. Riddle froze as your lips came into contact with his now reddened cheek, and you froze shortly after you realized what you’d done. You stared at each other wide eyed, as though searching for what to do, what to say. Riddle was the first to move, shifting in his spot as he straightened his posture and locked his gaze with yours again. I tension seemed to rise between you two, though it wasn’t scary at all. It was soft, warm…very inviting. Before you knew it, Riddle’s lips were inches from yours.

As your eyelids slipped closed in anticipation, Riddle whispered under his breath. “Rosebud…”

Suddenly, a surprised, almost violent gasp rattled from his throat as he jerked. As you opened your eyes to see what was wrong, you saw Riddle’s body was now rigid, back arched as though trying to get away from something. “What is it?!” you asked, nearly in a panic.

“S-Something touched my back!” Riddle replied as he turned his head this way and that as he tried to find what brushed him.

Just then, a near manic giggle sounded from the edge of the bed. As your heads whipped around to look in that direction, you saw there was a new indentation in the bed - as though someone were sitting there. Slowly, a floating head faded into reality, a familiar cheshire grin upon its face.

“I heard mew got a lil too crispy in the sun,” Che’nya mused. “I came to come cheer mew up with sweets,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “but it seems I interrupted something~”

“N-Nothing!” Riddle quickly regained his composure after that outburst, although clumsily. “We…we were just talking, Che’nya. [Y/n] was helping me apply the aloe vera to my burns.”

“Mhmm~” Che’nya’s smile was now a catlike smirk. “Mewr they gonna kiss them better, too?”

“T-That’s-!”

Before Riddle could respond fully, the bedroom door opened. “Food’s here!” Cater cheered as he stepped through the doorway, Trey right behind him. Once they beheld the sight before them, they stopped in their tracks. You could almost see question marks floating over their heads. “Uh…we interrupting something?”

“Mmmaybe~” Che’nya nearly purred in delight at Riddle’s embarrassment. The beastman was now laid out on the bed on his stomach, hands folded under his chin as he continued to grin. He batted his eyelashes for good measure as he said, “Mew’re just in time to see the happy couple kiss~”

“Che’nya, stop it!” Riddle demanded, face now stark red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “We were just-”

“Dang, that fast?!” Cater laughed as he sat a plate of food on the bedside table beside Riddle. Trey, in turn, sat yours on the table beside you. “See, Riddle?” Cater winked, “I told you you could do it!~”

“C-Cater, no!” Riddle frantically looked between the two of you as he held his hands in front of him. You saw that he had begun to sweat, too. “W-We were simply talking, that’s all!”

“Seem pretty defensive about ‘just talking’,” Cater teased with a wiggle of his own eyebrows. You feared Riddle might explode, his face was so red, all the way to his ears.

Before you could voice your confusion as to what Cater was talking about, Trey intervened. “Alright, guys, leave him alone.” He handed Riddle a small bottle of apple juice, with a familiar label you recognized. “Let him and [Y/n] eat.” Trey sat in a chair across from the bed, a plate of food you hadn’t seen before now in his lap. “I’m hungry, too.” Trey shot Cater look, almost like a warning, “You should eat, Cater.”

Cater’s sighed as his fingers twist a strand of his hair. He looked defeated. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Cater stepped out of the bedroom for a few seconds, then came back with his own plate. He glanced down at Che’nya as he passed by, “Sorry, we didn’t know you were coming, Che’nya. You want anything off mine?”

“Nah, I’m good,” the cat replied with a swish of his tail. “I ate before I snuck over.” His head turned to look in your direction, that cheshire grin back in full force. “When will mew know, I wonder?~”

“Know what?” you asked, your own bottle of apple juice in hand.

“Che’nya.” You almost shivered at how hard Trey’s voice cut in, like a dad scolding his child.

Che’nya held up his hands in a mock surrender, though he kept grinning at you and Riddle. It unnerved you a little, but you continued to eat. All the while, even as the five of you began to engage in conversation, you sometimes caught Riddle staring at you - but he would turn away and pretend nothing was amiss every time. What could be wrong…then you remembered you two had almost…

Just as heat began to creep onto your cheeks, there was a loud series of knocks at the front door. “[Y/n]?” Ace yelled out. “You good? Cater told us what happened; you couldn’t have texted us instead of just ditching without a word, y’know!”

Riddle didn’t seem too thrilled at another three joining your little breakfast party…unfortunately, you weren’t of much help. All you could think about was the way he called you ‘Rosebud.’

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