𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 - M!xM! Reader

☁️Sub Riddle Rosehearts × Dom M! reader Pt. 1

Game: Twisted Wonderland

(Y/N's Pov)

"Mynah! This is so boring!" Grim whined, hitting his paws against the couch. "I know! Nothing has happened since we fought that over-blot monster!" I groaned, staring up at the ceiling of the Ramshackle dorm in boredom. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and we were met with Ace Trappola's angered frame and a heart-shaped collar around his neck. "What ha-" "That stupid, insensitive, and rude little prick, Riddle, put this stupid collar on me!" Ace huffed, falling onto the couch beside me. "Well, why did he do it in the first place? You must've given him a reason." I tried to sympathize, trying to see from Riddle's point of view. "He did this because I ate some stupid tart!" He complained, leaning his head back on the couch, only to sit back up when the metal dug into his skin.

"Ow! Do you see what I mean? This is so unfair!" He whined, rubbing the only part of his neck he could. "What's so special about the tarts that it made him do that?" I asked, puzzled at how someone could get upset over a simple tart. Ace sighed and ran a hand through his red locks. "He said it was for some 'unbirthday party' or something like that." He grumbled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, maybe that's why he was mad. But to put his signature collar on you? That's just a little much." I emphasized. "I know, right? Someone finally gets it!" He marveled, letting out a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding in.

Suddenly the main door burst again, and we were met with Deuce Spade. He had a similar collar around his neck and the same angered expression the Ace had when he first came in. "Another one!? First comes tweedle-dee, then comes tweedle-dum!!" Grim spat, grimacing at the two who always seem to follow each other. Deuce ignored the comment with an eye roll and looked toward Ace.

"You were right. He's out of his mind!" He admitted, sitting down with a huff after pushing Grim off the couch. Grim mumbled something incoherent and scurried off somewhere upstairs. "So what are you going to do to get back on his good side?" I questioned, looking at the two dumbfounded idiots looking right back at me. "What the hell do you mean 'get back on his good side'? Like hell, I'd wanna be buddy-buddy with that jerk!" Ace barked, making Deuce nod his head in agreement. "Well, all I'm saying is maybe he needs is a push in the right direction!" I defended. "Hmm... Maybe Y/n is right, Ace. Who knows, we might be able to get the collars off with a simple apology." Deuce agreed. But all we needed now was for Ace to go through with it. "Why the hell would I apologize to that spoiled little brat? He's the one who should be apologizing to me!" He scoffed. Well, that was a dud.

"C'mon! Let's just at least try! What's the harm in trying?"

"Fine."

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"There's no way he's going to accept your lame apology. Especially without another tasty dish to replace what you ate." Cater spoke, rolling his eyes while scrolling through magicam. "Seriously!? We came here for nothing!" Ace complained, rubbing his temples in irritation. Then comes along Trey with a bucket of red paint and a big paintbrush.

"Oh hey, guys. What are you doing here?" He greeted, waving with the paintbrush. "We came here to apologize about the tart eaten," I replied, pushing Ace forward and embarrassing him. "Oh, I see. Well, I might have a solution to resolve that problem." He said, giving a suspicious smile, handing Cater the bucket and paintbrush. "Oh great, thank god!" Ace sighed, leaning his arm on Deuce in relief.

"There's just one thing you need to do before we help you, though." Cater chimed, feeling the bucket start to become heavy. "What is it?" Deuce asked, lifting a brow as he was suspicious of the two. "I need you to paint the roses red for me!" Cater laughed, dropping the heavy-weight bucket into Ace's hands and throwing the paintbrush to Deuce. The duo sighed while I noticed a figure watching us by the window. It was Riddle. Once we made eye contact, he froze and immediately closed the curtain. I chuckled to myself a little before tuning back into what was happening.

"Are you kidding me right now? We must do your dirty work just to get something that might help us?!" Ace scoffed. Cater rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head. "Do you want those collars off or not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question. All three of us looked at each other, and we nodded. Ace turned to Cater and lightly nodded as if not wanting to admit defeat. "Fine, we'll do it, but you better promise to help us." He demanded. Cater looked over to Trey, and they shared a cheeky smile. "You've got a deal! Thanks a lot!" The ginger yelled, walking away and waving back to the dumbfounded duo. "Here we go again...." I said, filling up with disappointment and resentment towards those two.

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"Phew! Almost just about got carpal tunnel after all that." I sighed, wiping the sweat off my forehead. It was getting hotter by the hour and neither Cater nor Trey came to give us something cold to drink for all this hard work, even though it was their work. "They're lucky we did all this and didn't just leave!" Ace panted, getting down from the ladder he was on. "I wish we weren't such airheads." Deuce scolded, sitting on the nice green grass for a break he deserved. I fanned myself, trying to calm myself from getting a heat stroke. "I can't take this anymore! I have to take this off." I decided, pulling off the white uniform shirt to reveal my tank top underneath. I had soaked my shirt to the max at this point. I needed to wash this when I got back.

"I brought drinks for the strong, hardworking bo- Woah!" Cater commented, almost dropping the drinks onto the ground. He stood there silently for a few minutes, looking me up and down several times. "What's wrong? Is there paint all over me or something?" I asked, lifting my tank a little to look. Cater's eyes widened as he saw what Y/n was hiding under his shirt. "Alright! Let's not do that anymore!" Cater panicked, pushing my shirt down and patting my shoulder. I looked at him, confused, and just let it go. I just took a drink off the tray and sipped it until it was gone.

"So Trey is waiting for you in the kitchen to help you make a tasty tart!" Cater chimed, clapping his hands together. The duo beside me finished their drinks and headed inside the Heartslabyul Dorm. I turned to Cater, who was already eyeing me 'secretively' and smiled, walking up to him. "Do you, by chance, have a washer I can use quickly?" I asked, my sweat-drenched uniform in my hands. Cater looked at the clothes, and his eyes widened. "Y- yeah, it's to the right when you walk in." He stuttered, pointing toward the window right next to the front door. "Kay' thanks!" I chimed.

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I know that Riddle is not really in this, but this is just how I wrote it and I am in love with it right now! There will be a part 2 hopefully up in about two days max!!

Thanks for reading!!