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yan-lorkai · 8 months

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Maybe plat!soft!Yan Riddle hcs with a shy, timid and skittish mouse beastman darling in the same form as him?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This is so cute 🥺. When I first saw the gameplays, bcz the game is not available on my country, Riddle was my favorite character and writing this remind me why. Hope you like it, anonie!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic yandere, stalking, toxic friendship, humiliation, mutilation threats, slightly dezumaning.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Maybe Ignyhide, maybe Savanaclaw. You guessed, trying to think what kind of dorm would be best for someone like you, so quiet, so shy, avoiding looking at people as you stand in front of the mirror and await your fate. Your ears moving involuntarily as the seconds pass and the mirror echoes: Heartslabyu.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Heartslabyu. The Queen of Hearts' dorm. A dorm in which there are few beastsmen, a dorm in which everyone seems to look at you and your mouse ears or tail move, uncomfortable with the attention.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Life in this dorm is restless and several times a day, you often find yourself hiding from Riddle Rosehearts, your dorm leader, who seems to find pleasure in teasing you and offering you headpats (It's his favorite excuse to pet your ears). And truly you can't get mad at him for that, Riddle has those sparkles in his eyes whenever he can touch your soft ears or hear you squeak in surprise. And really this is better than be collared like your others classmates and friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You catch his attention and only because of this fact do you become friends. Maybe you're good playing croquette or have an easy time dealing with the flamingos and hedgehogs, maybe it was your laugh or the delicate way you paint the roses red. Thing is, as soon as you catch his attention, Riddle starts investigating everything he can about you. Your likes, your dislikes, favorite food, etc.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and Riddle have a strange friendship - if you can call whatever that is a friendship, of course. Mainly pre overblot Riddle who likes to punish you in a different way when you get one of the rules wrong; he sentences you to spend the whole day by his side, it would almost seem like a normal date between friends if he didn't threaten to cut off your tail if you leave him even for an instant.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And you, fearful and shy, give in, not wanting to find out if this is all a bluff or something real. Even more so when he could do worse than that, locking you in a cage and treating you like his little mouse. One for only him to see and care for.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Pre overblot Riddle has high expectations for everyone, but they're even higher when it comes to you. He wants you to always have the best grades, to always behave well, to participate in the same club as him and to have respectable friends who don't influence you wrongly. He acts towards you like his mother acts towards him. And it's terrible and suffocating, and you can't do anything but listen to him if you want to keep your ears and tail in place, no one would believe he threatened you in any way. He respectable, the example of what an exemplary student should be.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle likes to put you in the spotlight when you don't listen to him. Do you want to run away from him so much? Do you wish so much that he wasn't around? Okay, then he won't be there for you, not even to help you when you freeze on stage and the audience just keeps staring at you, laughing, whispering about you and your failed attempt of speech. Plus he will still be there to ask you several questions, questions that he knows you don't know the answer to.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Your panicked expression is something he treasures after all.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Post overblot Riddle is genuinely softer, listening to everything you have to say and apologizing for everything he caused you, for the fear, the humiliation and the punishments. If you wish, as tradition demands, he will even bow to you as a sign of respect. He bow till his face is touching the floor, if that's what you want.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Post overblot Riddle knows he hurt you, he knows you haven't completely forgiven him for what he did and he's more than willing to rectify his mistakes. He doesn't know how to do that yet so he asks Trey for advice and he's trying every day to regain your trust somehow.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He start small: handing you a cup of tea early in the morning, sharing his notes with you, helping you overcome your shyness and how to you express yourself more, letting you get away with it if you break any rules and protecting you from possible bullies who like to make fun of you because of your mousey features.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Forgive him or not, Riddle will not leave your life. He is determined to be your friend and your friend he will be one way or another.

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mysteryshoptls · 7 months

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SSR Trey Clover - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: It's pretty fascinating how all these anecdotes that I grew up with are displayed on all these paintings.

Trey: Just as I'd expect from an art museum that's reaching it's 100th year.

Trey: Oh hey, this painting… It has some card soldiers on it. Heh, I feel like I can understand these guys a little bit.

???: Oh, right, all you Heartslabyul guys do the same kind of thing, don't you?

Leona: What's even the point of painting the roses a different color? As someone who cares not an ounce about flowers, I don't get it at all.

Trey: Hey now, Leona, don't say that. It's not done for any specific reason, it's just one of the laws of our dorm.

Trey: Also, I don't really think the card soldiers changed the colors of the roses just for a change of scenery, though.

Trey: They say that the Queen they served loved red roses. They were probably just trying to please her, right?

Trey: But still… painting the roses, huh. I remember there was a bit of trouble with that when I first enrolled here.

Leona: Oho? What kind of trouble could the super pacifist Trey Clover possibly cause?

Trey: It wasn't any big deal. When we were first years, Cater and I were responsible for painting the roses, you see…

Trey: And we mistakenly painted some roses white when they were supposed to be red. That's really it.

Trey: Well, to be fair, the mistake wasn't really our fault, but the fault of our upperclassmen who told us the wrong thing.

Trey: But when the mistake was discovered and the Housewarden at the time asked who caused it… Those upperclassmen placed the blame squarely on our shoulders.

Trey: As punishment, Cater and I were made to leave the dorm for a whole day. That really grinded my gears.

Leona: You say that, but you got some stupid grin on your face. You don't look too angry about it.

Trey: Well, yeah… That'd be because Cater and I put together a plan to get them back.

Leona: So you two schemed something up, huh. You might look gentle and mild-mannered, but I guess there's a reason the Dark Mirror called you.

Trey: We didn't do anything that crazy. I just changed the flavor of those upperclassmen's cake to something a little more invigorating at the next dorm party.

Trey: See, it wasn't anything more than just a silly kid's prank, right? …Well, I had a bit of a hard time after that, though.

Trey: A HARD TIME CONCEALING MY LAUGHTER AS THOSE UPPERCLASSMEN CRIED ABOUT HOW SPICY IT WAS, THAT IS.

Leona: Hahah, how terrifying.

Leona: Well, Cater is one thing… But I see that even someone like you, who's stuck always pacifying that hot-headed Riddle, had an incident like that.

Trey: I mean, isn't that how all the new first years here are like? They're all mischief-makers and rambunctious.

Trey: Even our current first years are way too excitable and are always causing problems, so I sure wasn't an exception.

Trey: Eventually, they'll get used to this school and their dorm, get underclassmen of their own, and even find rivals in other dormitories…

Trey: And step by step, they'll mature into good card soldiers. At least, our Heartslabyul students will.

Trey: Just like we all did.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: This painting is, let's see… a depiction of "the fairies gifting magic in celebration of the birth of a princess in a certain country."

Trey: The princess herself isn't drawn, but I'm sure she's in the bed that these ladies are peering into.

Trey: But is this actually the scene where they are gifting their presents…? It just looks to me like they're chattering away aimlessly…

Leona: Maybe it's just as you say? They look to me like a bunch of carefree types.

Trey: I'd refute that, but… Well, it's hard to know what actually is true in the stories passed down, I guess.

Trey: Speaking of birthday celebrations and fairies…

Trey: Have you ever heard of the saying that "fairies are born from the laughter of children," Leona?

Leona: Sounds like a tall tale for kids. Never heard of that in my country.

Trey: It's actually a pretty popular myth in the Queendom of Roses.

Trey: Back home, whenever a child is born, that family would bake cakes and gift them to everyone they knew.

Trey: The cupcakes made then are called "fairy cakes," as a nod to that tale.

Leona: Fairy cakes, huh. I can taste the sickly-sweet flavor on my tongue just from the name alone.

Trey: Hahaha… Shoulda known you of all people wouldn't say there was a bit of romanticism in that.

Trey: But that takes me back. I remember when my sister was born, I helped my parents bake a cake, too.

Trey: I was only 4 years old, and didn't really know how to make anything yet, but I did what I could to help.

Trey: We set out the finished cake on a table in our yard, and ate it with family and our neighbors…

Trey: That cake we ate then under the blue sky tasted even better than any other cake I'd ever had.

Trey: And on top of that, all the adults were praising me, saying how "amazing" and "well done" my cake was…

Leona: Can't think there'd be any adult who'd tell a 4-year-old that the cake they made was terrible, though.

Trey: Yeah, absolutely. In fact, when I went back and looked at the pictures of the cake I made back then, it was actually pretty terrible.

Trey: But I took those compliments to heart.

Trey: Because yeah, after that day, I would join them in the kitchen to help bake cakes.

Trey: But truthfully, I would make a mess of the flour just trying to make one layer of the sponge for the cakes, or snag a taste of a few of the cut fruits here and there...

Trey: I'm sure I was a huge bother for my parents, who were trying to work.

Leona: How adorable. You got all excited just from a little flattery. Sounds completely different than the way you are now.

Trey: Please, kids are all like that. Especially me, I was the type that would even climb trees just from the slightest dare.

Trey: I'm really not any different now, either. I'm completely different from you, Leona. I'm just a plain and simple guy.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Leona: Seems like this is a painting of when the Sorcerer of the Sands got a hold of the magic lamp.

Trey: So, this is the legendary magic lamp, hm. It's a lot smaller than I was expecting… It looks like a teapot made for only one person.

Leona: You know… That kind of response really only shows how shallow your thoughts are. Is that all that comes to mind when you look at a painting showing a scene from that very famous tale?

Leona: This was the lamp that he went through so much and finally got his hands on. Even someone like him, who embodied the spirit of deliberation, might be drowning in absolute elation in this very moment―

Leona: …Or whatever. Anyway, you should read more from this painting than just the size of the lamp, is all.

Trey: Ahaha… I'm just no good at interpreting the actual story behind the art, just from looking at the painting.

Trey: But, based on what you just said, it makes it sound like even someone as great as him, who's left his mark on history, has a human side, huh.

Leona: Even the greats were just people… Although from I remember, he wasn't a human in the end, but a genie.

Trey: That's right, he became a genie in order to overcome the limitation and weakness of a human body. He certainly dreamed big.

Trey: Overcoming weaknesses, huh… If only I could have done that, just as the Sorcerer of the Sands did.

Leona: Huh? Why're you just gazing off into the distance all a sudden?

Trey: Oh, I was just thinking back to how I've recently been running myself ragged trying to overcome this one food I dislike.

Leona: If you don't like it, then just don't eat it. Is it really anything to really overcome?

Trey: Of course it is. Like see, you know how all of the sandwiches and meat dishes in the cafeteria come already covered in that one condiment?

Trey: …I'm talking about mustard. It's tedious for both me and the chef when I have to ask each time for them to remove it, you know?

Trey: Sure, there's a lot of different ways to hide the taste, but I feel it's rude to the chef to change the flavor of something they so painstakingly made.

Trey: That's why I tried so many different ways to overcome my dislike of it, hoping that it would solve everything.

Trey: Every time I made my own dinner in my dorm, I'd add mustard to every dish…

Trey: For about one week or so, I made sure to eat at least one dish each day with mustard in it.

Trey: IN THE END, I EVEN TRIED PUTTING IT IN THE CAKE.

Leona: Well, you sure created a strange, new cake there. So, was it even edible?

Trey: I didn't eat it, so I don't know. My dormmates stopped me, so I wasn't able to actually add it to the cake.

Trey: And so, when they stopped me there, I finally came to a realization.

Trey: If I still can't eat it after all this effort, I should just give up. It isn't something that's going to have a huge impact on my life, after all.

Leona: Hah, took you a while.

Trey: Hahaha… I thought so too.

Trey: Seems like I'm the type where once I start something, I get a little wrapped up in it… This incident really got me reflecting on that habit.

Trey: But hey, thanks to all of that, I can at least eat mustard if it's just there for a bit of flavoring.

Leona: Well, good for you, then. All that continuous mustard eating turned out to be not completely pointless.

Leona: Anyway… All that talk made me thirsty. I'm takin' a break from all this. Bye.

Trey: Okay, see you. …Never thought I'd see the day that Leona would even hold a conversation with me like this. I wonder if it'll rain candy tomorrow or something.

Trey: Alright, next I think I'll go check out one of the paintings of the Great Seven I haven't seen yet… Ooh wait, this one―

Trey: Whenever I see this painting, I always think of "that guy." He's got the same kind of hard-to-read expression on his face.

Trey: I remember back in the day where I'd play along with his pranks and we'd cause a little bit of mischief for people who asked us for directions on the street.

Trey: "Which way ought you go from here? Well, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to!" ―And the like.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #leona kingscholar #twst trey #twst leona #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: cater #mention: riddle #mention: che'nya

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bones4thecats · 7 months

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Hello!

If requests are open, I'd like to send one in. Hear me out: the Octavinelle squad and the Pomefiore squad with a reader who makes jewelry. And one day they make something especially for them (A pin or a bracelet or something)

A/N: Apologies that this took so long, Anon! But I do hope you enjoy this piece~~

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👑 Your beautiful boyfriend has watched you make your jewelry for quite some time

👑 The way you would mold something worthless into something gorgeous in the matter of minutes to maybe hours was impressive to him

👑 His birthday was something that was quite popular around NRC, and all of Twisted Wonderland, so you’d expect him to get stuff sent to him all the time

👑 And you were correct

👑 But when he finally retired for the night, in favor to spend time with you, his gorgeous S/O, he smiled when you handed him a box wrapped in shimmery purple paper, with a cute little jewel bow

👑 Opening it was fun for him, the way your eyes lit up when he held up the headpiece was amazing

“ My Dear, this is beautiful, thank you very much. “

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🏹 Rook always sprung surprise gifts onto you, so you decided to put your love of crafting to use

🏹 He always loved to watch you make your pieces whenever vice-housewarden duties didn’t burden him

🏹 When you walked up to him and held out a decently sized box with a beautiful ribbon with an arrow made out of it and he smiled

🏹 How sweet was his S/O?

🏹 When he opened the box and saw the beautiful necklaces you had made, he gasped and began to rant on how gorgeous they were, and how we couldn’t bear wearing them, they weren’t even on the same level as formal pieces

🏹 They were far above!

🏹 And, true to his nature, he pulled out a small box and showed you a necklace with a bow and arrow on it, which made him laugh fairly loud, different from his more formal one used around others

“ I guess we are soulmates, mon bijou! “

Mon Bijou ~ My Jewel

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🍎 Epel always was hard to make gifts for, he wanted to seem manly, but was organized in a, in his words, “prissy and preppy dorm”

🍎 So, when his birthday approached, you had made him a gorgeous ring with amethyst and steel, and you knew he’d like it

🍎 While the rest of the first years laughed and joked with one another, you grabbed your boyfriend before handing him the small ring box, with the words on a tag saying, ‘For my one and only <3’

🍎 That was enough to fluster the country boy

🍎 But seeing the ring you had made turned his face nearly full red, you could’ve compared him to Riddle!

🍎 He smiled and allowed you to put the ring on his finger

🍎 It may not be completely manly, but Epel can put this behind him, just once

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🐙 Azul was a hard one to give thing to, as he believed he didn’t need them as much as others

🐙 It was one of his faults he gained from bullying

🐙 But you wanted to make him something that would both go with his outfit and not attract to much attention to

🐙 And obviously be unique, you needed to give him something original

🐙 It took quite a while, but on your monthly anniversary, you handed him the ring and he just blushed and laughed as he gave you one as well

🐙 You guys put them on each other and the tweels teased on how it was like a scene at a wedding

🐙 He never took it off afterwards, unless it was necessary, he doesn’t want his S/O’s precious work damaged

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🍄 This guy, whoa

🍄 You have made him feel welcomed with his odd fungi obsession, so he has encouraged your wish of jewelry-making

🍄 Jade has given you many different things that he finds fit for either your dorm room or for you personally, like a mushroom themed hair pin

🍄 This tweel never really expected much when it came to physical objects in return, he was quite content with basic affection, whether it be verbal or physical

🍄 So when you messaged him one afternoon after school, saying you had something for him on his walk, he was intrigued

🍄 Smiling when he saw you, he asked what the immediate meeting was about

🍄 Handing him the necklace was hard, as it was difficult to tell his emotions

🍄 He looked at the piece of jewelry and chuckled lowly

“ My delicate S/O, you really do listen to me. Mushrooms and the most beautiful chain, you truly are amazing. Oh, what did I ever do to deserve you? ”

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🎭 Floyd never really gave you anything material, his love language was mainly physical affection or his constant teasing

🎭 But when he learned of your craft made him laugh

🎭 He really does admire how much patience you have to make these dazzling pieces in time

🎭 Whenever he saw something he liked, he’d rant about how amazing they are, before eventually leaving, per messages of Azul or Jade for skipping work or something random, Sevens knows

🎭 Floyd was just hanging out with you on his birthday when you asked him about the extra mark by his ear

🎭 He just smiled and said when he was younger he pierced his ear with a paperclip (not canon, but I thought that sounded cute)

🎭 That was when you got the idea, an earring, and thankfully, you were wearing a moray eel earring

🎭 Taking the object out and handing it to him made him freeze and ask what you were doing

🎭 This tweel brother just laughed at your answer, “For your birthday, of course.” You said

🎭 He grabbed it and pierced it through the hole, exclaiming how amazing you were and asking,

“ Oh my tiny S/O, what did I ever do to deserve you? ”

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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 8 months

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It became an odd habit.

“Will you accompany me, Harry?”

Harry was well past the point of complaining. Whenever Riddle appeared out of nowhere and knocked on his door, there was little he could say or do to get him to leave.

“Oh, do I have a choice this time?”

He didn’t laugh, per se, but the slight tilt of Riddle’s head and the suspicious gleam in his eyes were as loud as one. He held out his hand, palm up, in answer.

Harry refused the offer with a shake of his head and sighed, “Lead the way, I guess.”

They never apparated to the same place twice. Their surroundings were always unfamiliar and remote and never inspired much confidence in the possibility of Harry returning home safely. But he always did. Riddle made sure of that.

Sometimes Harry wondered if this was his weird way of letting off steam, as though their time together somehow relaxed and revitalised him. It was an insane thought, but the fact remained that Riddle would show up tense and barely controlled and one careless word away from a fight, and he would leave loose-limbed and satisfied. Usually at the expense of Harry.

This time was no different. Riddle’s fist was white-knuckle tight, and the location was a drab and dreary abandoned manor of some kind. Walls of crumbling stone and floorboards rotted nearly through, making each step taken a delicate dance. The dust in the air was enough to make Harry cough once or twice; the building had clearly been neglected for a long while.

“What is it today,” Harry asked. “Another potion? More rune work? If you try to teach me a dead language again, I will kick you in the shin and finally make good on my threats of moving to a different country.”

Riddle glanced back over his shoulder and raised a single brow. “Do you truly think distance will stop me?” He asked.

No. Harry didn’t even think being universes apart would stop Riddle.

Still, he scoffed and said, “Creep.”

Riddle simply smiled. “I will not subject myself to that again. You are surprisingly ungrateful for having the honour to learn from a being as powerful as I.”

Harry wanted to roll his eyes, “Yeah. So sorry for not appreciating everything you do for me. Oh, wait—I never asked.”

Riddle hummed, not agreeingly. Never agreeingly. “We will be attempting a discipline you’ve shown great promise in but one we’ve never indulged upon.”

For the life of him, Harry couldn’t think of a single thing in which he showed great promise. He also couldn’t think of a time when Riddle didn’t indulge whenever he damn well pleased. “As vague as ever today,” Harry prodded. “Don’t hold back; share with the class.”

Riddle stopped so suddenly that Harry almost ran straight into him. With a careless wave of his hand, the double doors to their left opened.

And inside was a pristine duelling arena.

Harry’s mouth parted, but he couldn’t find the words. This was damn impressive.

The stone walls were just as decrepit here as they were throughout the manor, but their ruin spoke of wide-cast spellfire and magic dark enough to leave its mark. Of a frazzled mind with enough wherewithal to make it to the duelling room but not enough to cast a protective barrier. It had ample light from shattered windows, but not a single shard of glass could be found across the decorative tiled floor, its pattern still polished to a dull shine.

They walked in - or, rather, Riddle walked in, and Harry followed behind him, content in his rapture. He wouldn’t truly ever get used to wizarding homes and their larger-than-life rooms. Harry would have been none the wiser passing by those double doors; they didn’t look nearly grand enough to hide such a gorgeous arena. But that was magic, he supposed.

It was clear they’d stopped. Harry wasn’t sure how long it had been with as taken as he was by the stage next, admiring its long dark floorboards that came together in a sort of v pattern that repeated. Harry was so hung up on trying to remember the name of it (Houndstooth? Plaid? No, it was something with a C-) that he hadn’t realised just how close Riddle had gotten.

He felt a chill travel up his throat before he processed the movement. Riddle’s hand was just beneath his chin, ice-cold fingers a hair’s breadth away from Harry’s skin. With a muted gasp, he froze and locked eyes with him, which wasn’t very hard to do. Riddle’s were already fixated on him.

Their silence was thick enough to suffocate.

Riddle curled his fingers into his palm slowly and brought his hand to hover just before the round of Harry’s face. He could sense that creeping cold reaching out again with the phantom feeling of Riddle’s knuckles pulling a slow line down his cheek, stopping at the corner of his lips. Riddle moved back then and gestured at them, “Close your mouth, or you’ll catch flies, Harry.”

His teeth made an audible click, the sound making Harry wince when it echoed in the hollow space. To save himself from further embarrassment, he grimaced and blessed Riddle with one of his rarely used meaner smiles, “Come that close to me again, and I’ll bite that finger off.”

Riddle pulled back even slower and tilted his head to the side. He raked his gaze over Harry’s face, down his body, and on his pass back up, he shrugged and said, “Now, now. That’s no way to handle your disputes, is it?”

Like a static shock, Harry finally realised what was happening.

All that anger brewing like a potion in his gut dissipated. His shoulders fell - he wasn’t sure when they’d hiked so far up in the first place - and he huffed out a laugh. “I know what you’re doing,” Harry said.

Riddle looked at him with all the innocence of a Nundu. “Oh? Am I doing something, Harry?” He asked.

Harry breathed through the kindling trying to catch a new spark. “You know what you’re doing,” he started backing away. Riddle’s eyes followed him keenly as his steps took him up the middle of the duelling stage and back down to the other side. He wasn’t running away, just trying to get some distance. “You always know what you’re doing. And I am not falling for it—you won’t manipulate me into this.”

“Surely I’ve no understanding of what you’re implying.” Riddle’s polished shoes tap-tap-tapped their way right after Harry, but he stopped on the stage. He looked down on him from above. “But if I did,” Riddle continued, “I’d tell you you’re only prolonging the inevitable.”

Harry shook his head, this man… “You can’t be serious?”

Riddle folded his hands behind his back. His smile was sharp. “When have I ever been anything but?” He asked, and Harry scoffed.

He wavered for a moment, maybe two, and finally climbed back up the steps to the duelling stage. Riddle, the asshole, looked far too pleased. He turned to face Harry, and they were so close that he only had to look down ever so slightly.

They hadn’t been this close in a long, long time. It was just Harry’s luck that it was happening twice in one day. Fourth Year came to mind as the last time Harry was forced into this proximity. Forced because, unlike now, he hadn’t ever chosen to be in Riddle’s space. Or company. Or attention.

They stood in silence. Riddle’s grin grew teeth with each passing second. Harry knew what he wanted, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to instigate it—invite it any more than he already was.

Then, Harry heard an echo of words, a lost encounter in the back of his memories. It pulled a smile on his lips, smaller than Riddle’s but no less there. “A wizard’s duel, then?” Harry teased. “Wands only — no contact?”

At the sight of Harry’s smile and the sound of his teasing, Riddle’s face fell flat. His eyes narrowed. “Your focus should be here, Harry.” He paused and said, “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of some minor distraction. Would we?”

Harry smiled a little wider, “Jealous? How very like you.”

Riddle sneered, “Do not speak of me as though I am predictable.”

Now Harry gave in to the temptation to roll his eyes. They, unfortunately, knew each other very well. Riddle was the most predictable person Harry had ever met, and he knew it—if only because Harry was the most predictable person he had ever met.

“Fine,” Harry conceded. “Ten paces, right?” He turned to begin his count, but Riddle stopped him by the scruff of his shirt.

Non too gently, he yanked Harry back. Cold breath puffed against his ear in semblance of a laugh. “And we bow, Harry,” Riddle murmured, causing a wave of shivers down Harry’s spine.

Harry glared over his shoulder and spat, “Make me.”

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #my fic #pov: harry #1.5k words #unfinished #i've been writing this for ages and honestly i just want it out of my sight #if anyone likes it please tell me because i'm about to go to the little folder in my brain for it and toss it in the bin

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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hi! This is my first time asking I'm really sorry if this is bad 😭 but how would the boys(anyone of your choice!) React to mc with a city accent? (Yes I saw the country one but what if city?). And they don't try to hide the accent, they use it like 24/7?

No worries it's perfectly fine! Once again I was very unsure what qualifies as a city accent so google is helping me here. Most of google led me to New York slang, so that's kinda what I'm basing this around. I've discovered that there are things that I say that are considered city slang I guess??

Characters: Riddle, Epel, Vil, Malleus

Riddle:

he half understands

sometimes he is able to decipher what your slang means and sometimes he can't

if he can't he will ask you what it means and take mental notes

he thinks the accent is neat

though when it comes to formal events or events with important people, he may ask if you can tone it back a bit

thanks to you he can understand more of what Cater says

Epel:

ah yes

the battle of accents has begun

he doesn't understand what you're saying

and he's so confused

but also too stubborn to learn

he believes city people think they're above country folk

so around you he's talking in his accent more

he sees this as some weird competition in his head

other students are so confused when you two have a conversation

they don't know what either of you are saying

it's like you two are talking in two separate foreign languages

Vil:

oh you bother him

just like he does with Epel, he's telling you to tone it back

scolding you when he hears your accent

around Vil, you have to speak "properly"

he understands everything you're saying tho

he's met enough people and been around the internet to hear everything

if you don't give in he may give up on asking you to tone it back

but that will only happen after a long time and as long as you aren't in Pomefiore

Malleus:

poor boy has no idea what you're saying

but he will gladly learn it if you want to teach him

I'm begging you please teach him

because Malleus will start using your slang and try talking like you do

it's so entertaining to see others reactions when Malleus uses your slang

and he's so happy to learn about your accent and slang that he even tells others in Diasomnia what he learns

and you know Sebek is going to take anything his master says and run with it

so you've somehow managed to get both of them to use your slang and accent

Just imagine hearing Malleus saying something is lit or saying he's got beef with someone

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sadnymi · 7 days

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[Mattheo riddle × reader]

Summary: mattheo told you not to go to this party but you didn’t listen.

Warnings: angst - sexual assault - hurt comfort- fluff.

Words:3.5k

Regret gnawed at me like a Dementor, sucking the joy out of the throbbing bass that pulsed through the club. "Just a thirty minutes," I muttered under my breath, a hollow promise I already knew I was breaking. Stepping into the dimly lit nightclub, guilt coiled in my stomach like a rogue Niffler.

Lying to Mattheo, even for a small white lie, felt like a betrayal. It wasn't like he was controlling; he'd never been that kind of boyfriend. This was different. This was about safety. This side of the city was a lawless labyrinth, a haven for cutthroat gangsters and creatures that'd make even a Boggart flinch. Dark magic here felt like a child's tea party compared to the real horrors that lurked in the shadows.

Mattheo had been adamantly clear: "There's no way you're going, Y/N. This isn't some harmless bar crawl. This place is rotten to the core."

He wasn't exaggerating. Esteban, a notorious thug with a reputation even lord Dracula wouldn't touch, ran this side of town. Let’s just say Mattheo nearly killed him last year.

Jenna, my oldest friend, was celebrating her birthday. Tradition dictated that we spend it together, Hogwarts alumni or not. But this year, her boyfriend's place was the only option, and his affiliations made Mattheo uneasy. Unfortunately, what he called “work” with Theo and Enzo across the country kept him tied up. Lucky me, right?

The guilt intensified. Mattheo wouldn't have cared about a night in, but Jenna wouldn't budge on the location. "This place has the best Gobstones court in the city," she'd insisted over the Floo network, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"Easy for you to say," I'd grumbled, wishing I could confide in her about the real reason for my hesitation.

So, here I was, a liar and a lousy girlfriend. An hour ago, my phone buzzed with Mattheo's nightly call. Claiming to be already tucked in bed. He'd chuckled, that deep, comforting sound that always calmed my nerves. "Sleep well, love," he'd said. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

The memory of his voice made me wince. I was the worst. Reaching for my phone, I considered a quick Floo call, an apology on the tip of my tongue. But the pulsating music and the throng of sweaty bodies pressed in around me, making the prospect of navigating the fireplace network feel overwhelming.

With a resigned sigh, I plunged deeper into the club. The air was thick with the scent of spilled Butterbeer and something considerably stronger. Glancing around, I searched for Jenna's fiery red hair amongst the dancing crowd. Spotting her at a corner booth, relief washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the fear gnawing at my insides.

"Hey! You made it!" Jenna exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.

"Yeah, I did," I said, trying to keep the unease out of my voice. "Happy birthday, Jenna."

"Thank you! I’m so glad you’re here. Come on, let’s get you a drink!"

I nodded, following her to the bar. As Jenna ordered our drinks, I glanced around nervously, half-expecting to see Esteban or one of his goons lurking in the shadows.

"Everything okay?" Jenna asked, handing me a drink.

"Yeah, just... tired, I guess," I lied, taking a sip. "So, how’s your night been?"

"It’s been great! But seriously, are you okay? You seem a bit off."

I sighed, deciding to come clean at least partially. "I just... Mattheo didn’t want me to come here tonight. He’s worried about this part of the city."

Jenna frowned. "I get it. But you’re with us, and we’ll make sure you’re safe. Plus, we’ll only stay for a little while. I promise."

"Thanks, Jenna," I said, feeling slightly reassured but still on edge.

As the night wore on, I tried to relax and enjoy myself. Jenna and our friends were having a great time, and I didn’t want to ruin it for them. But every time the door opened or a shadow moved, my heart raced.

Just as I was beginning to feel like I might get through the night unscathed, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, my heart leaping into my throat.

"Well, well, look who decided to show up in my territory," a familiar voice drawled.

I looked up to see Esteban, a smirk plastered on his face. "Esteban," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m just here for a friend’s birthday. I don’t want any trouble."

"Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?" he replied, leaning in closer. "But you know, your boyfriend might see it differently."

"Stay away from me, Esteban," I said, trying to back away.

"Or what?" he taunted. "Your precious Mattheo isn’t here to protect you."

My phone couldn’t stop ringing, and I was freaking out. I tried to get away from the music as much as I could, but Esteban followed me. I glanced at the screen and saw Mattheo’s name flashing. My hands trembled as I answered.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound normal.

"Where are you?" Mattheo’s voice was sharp, and I could hear the tension in it.

"I... I’m just out with friends," I said, my voice trembling.

"Which friends? And where?" he demanded.

I hesitated, glancing at Esteban, who was watching me with amusement. "At a club," I admitted. "In the city."

"I told you not to go there," Mattheo said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Mattheo, please listen, it’s just—" I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

"You fucking lied to me," he snarled. I heard a car door slam hard on his end, and then the line went dead.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but I couldn’t. I had lied to him, and it hurt so much to know that I had let him down. I turned around, intending to apologize to Jenna and then leave.

"Leaving so soon? But the party’s just getting started," Esteban said, stepping in front of me and blocking my path.

"Get out of my way," I said, my voice trembling with anger and fear.

He grabbed my arm, his grip painfully tight. "See this scar on my face?" he sneered, leaning in so close that I could see the thin white line running down his cheek. "Your boyfriend did this. See this, gorgeous?" His fingers dug into my skin, making me wince.

I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly. "It was because of you. Because I was eye-fucking this night," he said, his voice low and menacing.

My eyes widened in shock. I had no idea. "Esteban, let go of me," I said, trying to free myself.

He tightened his grip, pulling me closer. "And what a great way to take revenge, don’t you think?" he hissed. "By taking you right here, right now."

"Let go of me!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest.

He ignored me, his eyes dark and predatory. "Imagine it," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I’ll take you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I will leave nothing for him to pick I’ll make you scream my name, make you beg for mercy."

"Stop it! Let me go!" I cried, struggling against his hold.

He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You’re all alone, sweetheart. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it."

Mattheo appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Esteban by the collar and shoving him against the wall. "I told you before, if you get near her, you're dead, didn’t I ?" Mattheo snarled.

Esteban smirked, though his eyes showed fear.

Mattheo didn’t release him. Instead, he pulled back his fist and hit Esteban so hard that I heard the sickening crack of bone against bone. Blood spattered, and Esteban crumpled, barely conscious.

Jenna’s boyfriend and then Theo and Enzo rushed in, pulling Esteban from Mattheo’s grip. "Not now, Mattheo. That’s enough. We’ll deal with him later," Theo said firmly.

Mattheo’s eyes were wild, but he didn’t stop until Theo’s words sank in. He turned to leave. When he looked at me, his eyes were cold, and he looked away as if he couldn’t even bear to see me.

"I’m sorry, Mattheo, I—" I started to say, but he was already walking out. He gave Enzo a curt nod, silently instructing him to stay with me.

Enzo stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of injury.

"It’s all my fault," I whispered, tears welling up.

"No, Y/N. No, it wasn’t your fault. What he did is not your fault," Enzo said firmly.

"I lied to Mattheo. I shouldn’t have done that," I admitted, my voice breaking.

"Yes, you shouldn’t have," Enzo agreed, "but that doesn’t mean you deserved what happened. And believe me, what happened to him tonight is nothing compared to what Mattheo will do to that fucker later."

I started to cry, my body shaking with sobs. "I was only going to stay for thirty minutes. I swear. I called him, and he said he was coming tomorrow."

Enzo sighed. "Yeah, he wanted to surprise you. Yesterday, you were so upset, so he planned to leave early and be with you. But when he got home and you weren’t there, and you didn’t answer your phone... He called Theo and me, and, well, you know the rest."

We stepped outside, and Enzo walked me to Mattheo’s car. Mattheo was talking with Theo, his expression hard. When he noticed me, he opened the car door and got inside without a word.

I side-hugged Enzo, who gave me a reassuring smile. Theo placed a hand on my shoulder, his eyes sympathetic. "Take care," he said quietly.

I got into Mattheo’s car, my heart heavy with guilt and fear. As we drove in silence, I couldn’t help but think about how I had betrayed his trust. I knew it would take a long time to make things right, but I was determined to do whatever it took to earn his forgiveness.

The silence in the car was unbearable. I glanced at Mattheo, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the road ahead. The tension between us was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. I knew I had to say something, anything to break this horrible silence.

"Mattheo," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't react, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Mattheo, please, say something."

He remained silent, his eyes never leaving the road. I felt a lump forming in my throat, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I know I deserve this. I know I deserve for you to be mad at me, but please, Mattheo, I'm begging you, say something."

Still nothing. The car seemed to swallow my words, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional passing car. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice.

"I'm so sorry, Mattheo. I know I shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't have lied to you. I just... I didn't want to let Jenna down. I thought I could handle it." My voice cracked, and I had to swallow back a sob. "I was wrong. I know that now."

I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched his arm. He flinched slightly but didn't pull away. "Please, Mattheo, just talk to me. Yell at me if you need to, but don't shut me out."

His silence was killing me. Each second that passed felt like an eternity. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the anger and hurt battling within him.

"Please, Mattheo, I know I messed up. I know I let you down. But I love you. I love you so much, and I can't stand this silence. Please, just say something."

His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. I saw his jaw work, as if he was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"I don't know what else to say," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I deserve for you to be angry. I deserve for you to hate me. But please, please don't shut me out. I can't bear it."

"Please, Mattheo, I know I messed up. I know I let you down. But I love you. I love you so much, and I can't stand this silence. Please, just say something."

The entire ride was filled with my desperate apologies and his chilling silence. I kept calling his name, hoping for a response, but he remained unyielding. "I’m so sorry," I kept saying. "Please, just talk to me."

The ride wasn’t long, and before I knew it, we arrived at the house. He parked the car and got out swiftly, not sparing me a single glance. My heart pounded as he walked around to my side and opened the door for me, still silent. I followed him inside, my footsteps echoing in the quiet night.

"Mattheo," I said softly as we entered the house. "Please, can we talk?"

He ignored me, his eyes forward, his expression unreadable. I saw the blood on his knuckles from where he had hit Esteban. The sight made my stomach churn with guilt and worry.

I reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away sharply, not allowing me to make contact. "Mattheo, your hand," I said, my voice quivering. "Let me help you."

He continued to ignore me, and that’s when I broke down completely. The sobs wracked my body, and I sank to the floor, covering my face with my hands. "I’m so sorry," I cried. "I know I messed up. I know I did. But please, Mattheo, don’t shut me out. I need you. I need to make this right."

He stood there for a moment, his back to me, before he finally walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway. The sound of his footsteps faded, and I felt an overwhelming sense of loss.

I knew I had hurt him deeply, and the realization was almost too much to bear. All I wanted was to take back my mistakes and show him how much I regretted my actions.

Alone with my regret, I stumbled towards our room, a hollow shell consumed by despair. The stench of Esteban, cloying and repulsive, still clung to me – a foul reminder of my stupidity. I needed to wash it away, scrub the memory of his touch from my skin.

The hot water cascaded down, scalding but strangely comforting. I lathered soap with desperate fervor, scrubbing my arms, my face, anywhere that Esteban's vile contact had dared to linger. Tears mingled with the suds, a salty testament to my foolishness.

Emerging from the shower, cleansed but still raw, I wrapped myself in one of Mattheo's oversized shirts. Its familiar scent, offered a sliver of solace. Stepping out, I scanned the room, my heart sinking into my stomach. Empty.

Mattheo wasn't there. Panic clawed at my throat as I raced downstairs, the silence of the house amplifying my anxieties. Then, through the open kitchen door, I saw him.

He stood by the counter, a half-empty glass of water in his hand. His face, usually etched with amusement or affection, was now a mask of stoic anger.

Taking a deep breath, I approached him, my voice barely a whisper. "You're… not coming to bed?"

He glanced at me, his steely gaze as sharp as a Gringotts goblin's dagger. "I'll sleep at the guest room," was all he said, his voice flat and emotionless.

The words hit me like a Stunning Spell. "No," I blurted out, tears welling up again. I pushed them back fiercely, frustration warring with despair. "Mattheo, please. I…"

"You… you will do that?" I managed. I wanted to scream, to shout that I wouldn't let him sleep in the guest room, that I needed to feel his warmth beside me, a shield against the storm of guilt raging inside.

But the words wouldn't come. The fear of pushing him further, of losing him completely, choked them back.

"Is that what you want?" I managed, my voice a mere tremor.

He didn't answer, only looked down at me, the anger still simmering in his eyes. I saw a flicker of pain there too, a reflection of the hurt I'd inflicted.

A single, choked sob escaped my lips. Defeated, I nodded, a silent surrender to his unspoken punishment. "If that's what you want," I whispered, the words tasting like ashes in my mouth.

He turned without another word,towards the guest room, leaving me alone in the cold embrace of the kitchen.

I lay in bed, my eyes closed tightly as tears streamed down my face. Sleep was impossible. Every time I tried to drift off, Esteban's smirk and his disgusting words would flash through my mind, making me shudder. I hugged myself, clutching Mattheo’s pillow for comfort, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside me.

I couldn’t stop seeing Esteban’s face, hearing his voice, and the more I tried to push it away, the more vivid it became. My mind was a battlefield, and I was losing. I shifted restlessly, trying to find some semblance of peace, when something brushed against my hand. It was just a pillow, but in my heightened state, it startled me.

I screamed, bolting upright and scrambling to the end of the bed. In my panic, I knocked over the bottle of water on the nightstand, and it shattered on the floor with a loud crash. My sobs grew louder as I curled up, trembling uncontrollably.

The door burst open, and Mattheo rushed in. "Y/N! What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with worry as he hurried to my side. He knelt beside the bed, his hands gently touching my shoulders. "Hey, look at me," he said softly. "It's okay, I'm here."

I was crying too hard to respond, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Mattheo cupped my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "Breathe with me, okay? In and out, slowly."

I tried to follow his lead, focusing on his steady breathing. His presence was a lifeline, grounding me in the moment. Slowly, my breathing began to even out, though my tears still flowed freely.

Pulling back slightly, Mattheo kept his hands on my shoulders, his eyes searching mine. "What happened?" he asked gently. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I… I thought I saw something," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. Shame burned in my throat, acrid and suffocating.

Mattheo scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the shattered glass before returning to me.

"There's nothing here, love," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm. "Except you and me. And I'm not going anywhere."

"I was scared, Mattheo. When Esteban grabbed me, I thought... I thought he was going to... and all I could think about was you. How much I needed you, how much I regretted not listening to you." The tears were falling freely now, but I didn't care.

Mattheo's grip on you tightened, a fierce possessiveness coloring his features. The anger that had simmered earlier was replaced by a raw protectiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

"Hey, hey," he soothed, his voice rough with emotion. "Look at me, love."

He gently tilted your chin up, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

"He won't ever touch you again," he growled, the words a low rumble that sent a tremor through you. "No one will ever hurt you not when I'm alive, not ever. You're safe now, my love. I've got you."

But the fear still lingered, a cold serpent coiling around my heart. Taking a shaky breath, I reached out, my hand trembling as it touched his arm. "Mattheo," I choked out, the word thick with unshed tears. "Please… don't sleep in the guest room."

The plea ripped from my lips, raw and desperate. Tears welled up again, blurring my vision. Mattheo's eyes softened, he didn't hesitate. In a swift movement, he was beside me on the bed, pulling me into his embrace. His arms wrapped around me like a protective shield, his warmth a comforting presence against the chill of fear.

Tears streamed down my face, soaking the front of his shirt. A torrent of apologies tumbled out, each word laced with guilt and regret. "I'm so sorry, Mattheo. I messed up. I lied. I shouldn't have gone. I…" My voice cracked, the words dissolving into choked sobs.

He held me tighter, his touch a silent reassurance. "Shh," he murmured again. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

"I don't want to break your trust," I confessed, burying my face in his chest.

A chuckle, warm and rough, vibrated against my cheek. "You never will, love. This isn't about trust. It's about your safety, baby. I can't let anything happen to you."

"But I don't want to break your trust," I insisted, pulling back slightly to look at him.

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the fresh tears that streamed down my cheeks. Then, he leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a soft, chaste kiss.

"You didn't break my trust," he murmured against my lips. "You never will. And I…" He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. For shutting you out, for making you feel like you couldn't tell me the truth."

"No," I whispered. "You were right. It was dangerous. I shouldn't have gone."

He shook his head, a wry smile gracing his lips. "Maybe not. But I should have listened to you. You shouldn't have had to lie."

He shifted, pulling me closer until I was nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. His lips brushed over my forehead, then trailed down to my cheek, leaving a trail of warm kisses in their wake.

"No one will ever hurt you again," he whispered fiercely, his voice a vow against the darkness. "I promise."

His fingers gently working their way through my tangled hair. It was a comforting rhythm, a silent promise of safety amidst the turmoil within me.

"Sleep now, love," he whispered, his voice a warm current against your ear. "I will be there when you wake up." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the gesture as light as a butterfly's landing.

I snuggled deeper into him. "Promise?" i mumbled, the exhaustion finally catching up with me.

He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Always,"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months

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a thought 🤔💭

Consider this post an offshoot of this one!

A lot of the world lore we receive comes directly from the 22-student main cast of NRC. However, this information they provide us with shouldn’t always be taken at face value 💦 Characters can be unreliable narrators; they won’t be 100% honest with us just because we’re the player.

There are points where they speak with sarcasm (so it negates the words they actually say). This happens a lot with Leona’s lines. Other times, characters intentionally say something to avoid implying something else or to cover up a less savory truth. An example of this may be Azul, who is highly concerned with maintaining his self image. Therefore, not everything he says may be entirely truthful, as the words may be intentionally changed to preserve his self image. We need to more carefully parse through and determine what is true and what is false or insincere of the information they disperse to us. It’s much easier, of course, to get a sense for their intentions by listening to their voiced home screen lines rather than just reading the text snd comparing it to their facial expressions, but voices aren’t always available.

Something else I was thinking about that goes hand-in-hand with this is how different backgrounds bias clouds the information given out or can provide an incomplete sample of the TWST population. For example, if you think about it, NRC only has ~800 students and we only see 22 of them. That’s a very small fraction of the total population of Twisted Wonderland (the whole world)—not to mention that almost 75% of those 22 come from at least upper middle class or at least “special” or privileged families:

Riddle’s parents are both medical mages, with his mother being particularly well-known in their hometown’s community. He had the privilege of studying magic since he was very young (which is notable since education is typically general and does not include magic unless you specifically go to a school for it like NRC).

Cater’s dad is a banker. I’m guessing he has to be pretty high up on the food chain to be traveling all the time (and far enough to separate Cater from his friends every time they do), as a regular low-level banker would stay put at one bank location and devote most of their time there.

Leona is a prince, and so is Malleus. Whether they are crown prince or not doesn’t matter because they still receive great educations and access to great funds either way.

Azul’s mom owns and operates the most famous restaurant in the ENTIRE Coral Sea. His stepdad is also a lawyer.

The Leech twins’ father has important connections and is highly influential in the Coral Sea; they are probably loaded because of this. (Popular fan speculation is the Leech mob family.)

Kalim’s dad is a wealthy trader and he is related to royalty; as the eldest son, Kalim is going to inherit the business. The Asim family’s enormous wealth is mention several times over in the main story, voice lines, vignettes, and events.

Jamil’s family is also said to be well-off.

Vil is an A-list celebrity and his father is as well.

We don’t know the specifics about Rook’s family, but they must be influential and deal in some kind of international business, as Rook mentions they have villas and warp pads (which require special clearance for) all over Twisted Wonderland.

Idia and Ortho’s family legit runs a secret government organization that studies blot. Idia himself is a child prodigy, and is set to become the next director after his father and grandmother.

Lilia is a renown war general and was close friends with his country’s crown princess and her spouse. He lives humbly, but he still has highly influential connections that a regular person wouldn’t.

Silver is Lilia’s adopted son, so by extension, he comes from a privileged background. Even if he technically grew up in a hut in the middle of the woods and didn’t live luxuriously, he still has Lilia’s social connections.

Sebek’s parents are both dentists and do you know how much money dentists make—

Ace, Trey, Jack, and Epel come from normal income families (excluding the portion in book 5 when Epel said his family’s farm has fallen on hard times).

Ruggie comes from extreme poverty while Deuce’s family has had financial issues due to being a single parent household.

And that’s not even to mention that NRC is all-male and mostly 16-18 year olds, thus skewing the perspectives we see in a “male” and “adolescent” direction. This will naturally limit the scope of how they see the world and how they speak about it, even if the characters themselves don’t intend for it to happen. In fact, I wonder if part of the reason the NRC boys aren’t open to accepting help or being open with others when they’re struggling isn’t purely a school-exclusive thing. Maybe it’s because 1) teenagers tend to be largely egocentric/focused on themselves anyway, and 2) society largely discourages men from showing “weakness” and NRC happens to attract particularly prideful students 😭 but the most obvious example of background limiting scope of perception are definitely the super sheltered, super wealthy characters (Malleus, Kalim, etc.).

Just getting our information from them won’t be entirely accurate to how the rest of the population acts or perceives things. We cannot 100% rely on what we know of the TWST boys’ behaviors to assess what everyone or everything else is like.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Octavinelle #Heartslabyul #Savanaclaw #Scarabia #Ignihyde #Diasomnia #Pomefiore #notes from the writing raven #disney twisted wonderland

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racfoam · 11 months

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AO3 is down, I have a lot of Tomarry & Harrymort EPUBs, here they are. Most of them you'll have to download.

Banish Me to the Garden of Eden

Harry Potter had expected the green of the killing curse, not the red of a stunning spell. He couldn't have guessed that Voldemort would discover the truth first, and chose to trap his wayward horcrux. And in his new cage there is a very simple rule: behave and be rewarded, act out and be punished. He had been asked to die, never told to live.

In Due Thyme epub

Harry Potter has never decorated for the holidays before. Why has he started now? Better yet, why does Voldemort care—and why can't he stop? Their marriage of half a decade has worked flawlessly on the simple principle of, out of sight, out of mind. Neither of them are here by choice, after all, and the manor is large enough for them to avoid each other for months at a time without any trouble. It's safer that way for all involved. Voldemort had assumed they had an understanding on the matter.

But now, his halls are clogged with garlands and lights and Harry has wrought a subtle magic that keeps tugging on the Dark Lord's mind, pulling his attention away from more important matters—like paperwork and the running of a country without the assistance of competent minions. Celebrating the holidays is a waste of time anyway.

Now, if only Voldemort could convince the strange, uncertain yearning in his heart of the same thing.

Coriander

Five times Voldemort saves Harry from being love-potioned (or lust-bombed), intentionally or not - and one time he doesn't have to.

Entwined & Enraptured

Voldemort has won. Hogwarts and England are his, but satisfaction is fleeting when Harry Potter, who vanished during the battle, begins to appear in his dreams, fighting for survival in a frigid wasteland. As Voldemort grows close to Harry, murderous intent gives way to lustful desire and when he succeeds in bringing Harry back from the Drift, their lives are irrevocably changed forever.

Primeval EPUB

A vicious snarl thundered in the air, one that made the hairs in Harry’s arms stand on end, and then— Screams. Harry thought he knew terror, had known it from the moment he’d faced off Voldemort in his first year at Hogwarts. Now he knew better. Something wrenched in his stomach, petrified and noxious at the same time he saw Voldemort move and turn. Voldemort was— Harry gagged. AKA Voldemort's ritual goes horrifically wrong.

hostage EPUB

Love at First Sight EPUB

Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and some extra powers. Harry's mesmerized.

Murmuration (EPUB)

Exhausted and anemic from Umbridge's Blood Quill, Harry decides to relieve stress by writing Voldemort a parody of a letter, intimating that Harry wouldn't mind if Voldemort murdered Umbridge (not that he'd ever send it, of course). In a series of events culminating in Voldemort receiving that letter, Harry discovers what it means to request the aid of a possessive Dark Lord.

Kisses Cursed EPUB

Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago. Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

another day to find you

When Lord Voldemort last closed his eyes, his greatest enemy had bested him and he had felt the final vestiges of his ruptured soul sinking into his greatest fear. He opened his eyes again only to be met with a reality far too inconceivable to be true: Harry Potter cooking his breakfast in an apron.

splits your skin from end to end, down the center of the earth

Snape has just killed Dumbledore before Harry’s eyes, and he will not rest until he makes the man pay. But Snape isn’t the only Death Eater wanting to gain favor with the Dark Lord. No, there are ambitions far worse than even Snape’s, Harry learns. Ambitions that deliver him directly into Voldemort’s hands.

“I was so very nearly tricked, you see, but Lord Voldemort is not so easily fooled. No, I shall not kill you Harry, not yet. I think I should like to keep you instead.”

Freefall

A voice whispers to Harry in the still of the night, when he is on the verge of sleep and at his most vulnerable. A retelling of Deathly Hallows. Rated M for Harry/Voldemort slash.

Like My Very Own Blood

Minister Riddle won his election in part because he took the extremely charitable path of adopting a war orphan—Harry Potter, the child of a historically Light family—and raising the boy as his own. It was an investment worth making… or it had been, until his quiet, clever son grew into a brilliant, scheming Omega determined to seduce his adoptive father by any means necessary.

Or: Harry out-Slytherins the ultimate Slytherin, and Tom’s absentee parenting comes back to bite him on the ass.

(Or make him bite Harry on the ass. Or. Whatever. It’s all very bad-wrong and you should probably avoid this story unless you are morally bankrupt. Like me.)

Two Words In Green Ink (last 2 chaps ie Godric's Hollow are missing)

Eleven year old Harry didn't know how he knew--he didn't even know what it was he knew--but as he stood in Olivander's shop with Hagrid, he vowed that he would never tell a soul about the two words written on his wrist. Avada Kedavra. --- a story of souls told in three parts.

Mine

After the incident at the Department of Mysteries, Lord Voldemort discovers what Harry Potter is. He reaches out to his human horcrux through dreams, and the course of the Second Wizarding War is forever altered.

A dark fairy tale.

Harry Potter and the Seven Soup Bowls

Harry stumbles upon a house that belongs to a man named Voldemort. Inside the house he finds soup. And a bed. And maybe true love.

There’s A Potter On Me

Potter is attached to Voldemort in the most literal sense and the brat won't let go. Voldemort is... very confused. (Okay, maybe more homicidal than confused but that only lasts the first few hours.)

Monster Fucker

During their nightly gossiping session, Ginny poses a question about how snake-like Voldemort might be. They fantasize a bit, then go to bed and assume that that was it.

A week later and Harry just has to know.

With Every Guitar String Scar On My Hand

Severus rose and looked at him in anticipation and the Dark Lord's eyes remained fixed on him, "My Omega-"

Sorry, what? What? Severus just hallucinated. My Omega?

"-he hasn't presented yet but he went into a drop and from what I am inferring he was under a lot of undue stress," The Dark Lord informed him in detail, "I will let the healers take you to him but I must warn you until he breathes so do you and your godson, the minute anything happens to him I promise that I will kill you both."

Severus noticed how stiff Lucius became at the man's words. He then quickly made his way into the room to see Cissa and every other healer in the Dark Lord's service present, crowding around the bed. As he moved in the direction of the bed, the healers moved away and Severus felt the air leave his lungs. Fuck. Harry Potter was the Dark Lord's Omega. The realisation hit him like a truck and the need to apparate away from this grew stronger.

Or Harry disappears. Severus is summoned, threatened and horrified in that order. Narcissa is holding her sanity by a thread. Tom is smitten.

Nightshade

In his mind, in his heart, in his soul — Harry.

Female Harry Potter

Precious Horcrux - of course I have it, that is my dream fic, of course I downloaded it, and I managed to get full 10 chap pdf in between AO3 crashing, and then sent a full pdf to @youknowmevj

"Precious Horcrux..."

The two possessive, cloying words, hissed low, made Harrie feel nauseous.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to keep you."

Let me know if you can't open a link of the epub/pdf bcs I had to unrestrict manually each one so I might have missed some. Happy reading! 🫡❤️

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