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Hello can I ask for head canons for Trey/Sebek/Kalim confessing to male!reader after finding out that someone else had confessed to him? Thank you for your time!

A single book with an open page on a table had caught your attention, what story would you go on?.

Ahh! omgg anon this is such a cute resquest!, ill try my best to write them as good as i can (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ).

Now it was asked for a male reader, but it stayed neutral, i hope its fine anon! my partner also helped because i got stuck on kalim

(Reader can be interpreted as yuu or not.)

-- Now Trey was walking through the school, looking for you as he just had finish a small bag of freshly baked treats for you.

-- He couldn't help but overheard the certain confession his crush was getting he was very shocked but decided to leave, silently begging that you didn't accept the sugarcoated words of some guy.

-- Onto the end of the day, he made sure to make himself a bit more presentable, he asked you if you can accompany him to a certain place (this being were he is gonna confess), as he slowly turned around he was still very nervous, but it was now or never.

He cleared his throat as he looking at you nervously. "M/n, you are quite the charmer aren't you?, putting me and other people under some sort of love spell of yours. And if you let me, will you allow me and myself only to be the only one that who can wipe your tears away?" he said as you can see that there was an obvious blush across his face. After that he extended his hand to give you the bag that he's been holding onto from earlier. Inside, it was a treats that he already baked this same morning.

-- Kalim was doing his daily stuff (blinding everyone with such shine) and he happend to find across certain confession to his crush.

-- Now i don't believe kalim would be a 'jealous' type, but an oblivious type, so he would just straight up go and hug you by your back and give you a short squeeze interrumpting the confession without a single clue.

-- Kalim didn't undertanded why suddenly the other person left,but since your attention was on him now, he let you go and grabbed you by the wrist to his dormitory to celebrate something you didn't quite heard.

"Come on M/n-kun, we can have lots of fun when we reach the longue, i promise!" he exclaim while holding onto your wrist. Before you could say a word, he spoke again. "But promise me, this is only for the two of us, just the two of us, alright?" he said as he let go of your wrist before firmly grabbing your arm and pulling you more closer to him. "I can feed you all the food that you want, and im gonna hold onto your hand for the rest of our life, or even better to hold you for the rest of my whole life! isn't that sound amazing? just you and me!".

-- Shock. Pure shock.

-- Now what would our dear sebek do if he found out his crush getting asked out? many would say scream, which is right, but what if he wants his crush to admire him?.

-- Sebek was planing to confess himself to you this day,now he is not letting some low human get his human first, so he went straight to the point.

"HUMAN! I have been looking for you the whole day! Mmh? what is this?" Sebek knew what was happening but he needed to make sure, so he can properly humiliate such human. "That doesn't matter right now!" He cleared his throat and you could see the tip of his ear turn red. "So human, Malleus-sama has been waiting for you, and the only person who is worthy of walking by your side besides Malleus-sama is me! So allow me to take you there safely, and you need to look pretty, like you always do".

MDNI‼️

the needy 3rd years need your help in bed...

cw: uuh sexy time, nothing too explicit 😁

Thank you @oheyfox for alerting me of this lovely read

Confessions

Summary: Trey confesses his love to you.

A/N: It took longer than I planned, but I finally finished the 8th one shot for this series! It's Trey Clover's turn this time! With this entry, I've finally written a one shot for every dorm~ <3

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

As you leisurely step down the garden path, you let out a comfortable sigh and take in a deep breath. The air on your skin is warm and pleasantly humid, perfumed with the scent of countless flowers and fresh soil. The light of sunset tints the glass windows of the botanical garden in glittering hues of dark gold and, as far as your eyes can see, you are surrounded by countless of shades of green.

Rounding a corner, you spy a softly textured shade of dark green that seems to stand out among the lightly colored vegetation in the distance. A playful smile blooms over your face and you let out a soft whistle from your lips. The dark green head of hair turns at the sudden sound and you see two warm hazel eyes, initially wide with questioning, soften into recognized affection at the sight of you.

You call out to the distant figure, “Trey!” As your pace quickens, you raise a hand in greeting. Before too long, your steps lead you to stand directly in front of him. “What are you doing in here? I thought you wanted to meet up outside.”

Trey gives you a soft and slightly bashful smile as he explains, “I got here a little early and thought I should check on my strawberry plants while I was in the area. Sorry about that. I hope I didn’t make you wait too long before you came looking for me.”

You smile warmly at him and say, “You’re fine. I just got here and came straight in when I didn’t see you.”

Trey lets out a small laugh of relief and says, “Well, that’s good to hear.” Pinching the side of his glasses, he studies your face with mild concern and asks, “Hey, are you feeling alright? You look pretty tired.”

You raise a hand in reassurance and breezily reply, “I’m fine, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me.” Trey crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you, thoroughly unconvinced. You let out a deep sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you, and you reluctantly admit to him, “Yeah, you’re right. I really am tired. I was running around all day doing errands for the teachers.”

Looking slightly self-satisfied, Trey nods his head and says, “Yeah, I called it.” Then, with a secretive smile on his face, he reaches out towards you and takes your hand in his. Taking a few steps back, he gently pulls you towards him and says, “Follow me. There’s something I want to show you.”

With you trailing after Trey, the two of you quietly walk hand in hand, making your way deeper into the garden. The plants in this section of the botanical garden are mostly of the kind used in magical potions and you silently marvel at the diverse range of magical flora that surrounds you. Before too long, the two of you come to a stop in front of a tall, flowering vine. Trey lets go of your hand and reaches out to the vine, carefully grasping it and pulling it closer to you. Pointing to one of the large golden blossoms that decorate the vine, Trey simply instructs, “Here. Smell this.”

You hesitate for a brief second, but after seeing the gently encouraging smile on Trey’s face, you step towards the flowering vine and take in a deep breath. The scent of the large bloom is fresh and almost electric. It somehow reminds you of tart citrus candy and you instantly feel all of your fatigue lift from your body. You quickly look to Trey in surprise, “I don’t feel tired anymore! How did you know that would work?”

Trey lets out a quiet laugh and lets the vine drop from his hand. “It’s a magical plant called ‘Astral Lightning’ that’s usually used for energy drinks and potions. I just learned about it in science club, it’s no big deal.” He grins at you and raises one eyebrow in a playful way, “Can’t have you fainting from exhaustion on me. Then I’d be forced to carry you all the way back to your room.”

You laugh and jokingly retort, “Ah yes, can’t have that. I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.”

Trey’s teasing expression drops from his face at your words and he looks at you with a gently worried sincerity. “Hey, don’t ever call yourself a burden. Not even as a joke. You could never be a burden to me. No matter what you need or what you ask for, I'll always be there for you when you call for me.”

Feeling slightly taken aback but also appreciating Trey’s sudden honesty, you quickly look down with a small, shy smile. Trying to hide how flustered you feel, you lightly say, “Thanks, Trey. You’re such a nice guy. I really appreciate how you take such good care of everyone.”

Trey drops his gaze from your face and looks off to the side, mirroring your bashful posture. With a small shake of his head, he shrugs his shoulders and mumbles, “I'm really not as caring as you think I am. Looking after the underclassmen and dealing with issues as a Vice Housewarden is honestly just crisis management.” Closing his eyes with a weary sigh, he softly admits, “Sometimes I wish I could just tell everyone to stop making my life more difficult than it already is and leave me alone.”

You study Trey’s face in worried silence as his voice trails off in thought. You realize you’ve never seen him look so tired, so honest. You try to move to touch his shoulder and ask him if he’s alright, if there’s anything you can do to help. Sensing your movement, Trey’s eyes snap open and when he looks up to face you again, you can’t help but freeze at the intensity of his gaze.

With his brows furrowed from the strength of his resolve, Trey reaches out and takes your hand in his, holding it firmly but also with great care. In a low voice, weighed down with longing, Trey continues, “But it's different with you. I never wish that you would leave me alone. I don't think I can even imagine a life without you in it anymore. Looking after you, just being near you, brings me a joy I never thought possible before. Your presence soothes my heart completely.”

Trey silently holds your gaze for a few moments, and you watch several conflicting emotions rise up in his eyes as he seems to carefully consider his next words. Lightly biting his bottom lip in concentration, he seems to reach an internal consensus and then takes in a deep, calming breath.

With hesitation in his voice, as if he’s revealing a secret, Trey states, “I want to be honest with you. Before we met, all I wanted was an easy life. I didn't want to make any waves or cast a big shadow. I was content with just being comfortable.” He looks down at your hand in his and you see a warm smile bloom over his face as he affectionately swipes his thumb across the back of your hand a few times. Looking up once more, his eyes are soft with adoration and his voice seems to glow with warm gratitude.

“But then I met you. I saw how hard you work, how much care you put into every action and task. And I felt myself actually caring and working with a purpose where before I was just drifting. When I realized what an exceptional person you are, I realized that I also would have to try and be as exceptional as you. And you have inspired and moved me every day since then.”

Releasing your hand from his, Trey slowly reaches up and places both of his hands on either side of your face. As he purposefully leans his face closer towards yours, you feel your eyes widen at the thought that Trey is planning to kiss you.

Noticing your wide-eyed expression, Trey halts for a second and then lets out a soft, playful laugh. In a quick and gentle motion, he leans forward and rubs his nose against yours. Taking a step back to view your surprised reaction, Trey smiles affectionately and whispers, “I want to be next to you, to have you in my life, more than I've ever wanted anything before. I love you and I'll always be here for you. Nothing will ever change that.”

This is perfection 👌

I hate you, I love you

Trey x fem!reader

warning: slight angst

You swallow the liquid building up in your mouth in nervousness as you feel Trey’s hand clutching your shoulder. You do your best to keep up with your senior’s charlatan persona, giving a nervous laugh at the joke Cater says. You look up to meet the expression of the vice dorm leader but his acting is unexpectedly flawless as he expands the length of the cheery conversation. Mentally, you curse at the green-haired individual as he silently pronounces his triumph in your charade.

Right, let’s see how you’ll remove that smug look.

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Ghost Hunting | Heartslabyul x G/n Reader

Characters: Riddle, Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover

Summary: You go ghost hunting with Heartslabyul!

Warnings: Demons

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle is not for it at all, only because of the dangers you told him about. He refuses you every time you ask until you say you're going to leave whether he'll go or not.

"Y/n, no you're not going!"

"I am, and you can stay or come with me"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle only goes with you to make sure you're safe and that no one fucks with you and if they do then he can protect you. He, of course asked for Crowley's permission and waited for the go ahead, which Riddle thought wouldn't happen but imagine the shocked face when Crowley said it was fine.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So you took Riddle's hand as he begrudgingly followed you to the location you had set out to find.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Even though he mainly went to protect you, part of him was intrigued to see what human ghosting hunting was truly like.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle doesn't let go of your hand the entire time while you set up either which is sort of new to you.

"Ridde, love, I need my other hand to set this up. Can you let go please?"

"I'm not letting go, you can set up with one hand."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You managed to get him to let go, but once you finished his hand was connected with yours again, gripping a bit tighter after each evidence provided.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He did find it cute how excited you got with each event going on and all the responses happening.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He didn't show he was cared of the responses, and really he wasn't. He was only scared about your well being.

"Y/n, What's going on?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle noticed you staring off into space down the corridor of the building you both were in. It took a bit for you to respond.

"Just saw a figure down the corridor. No big deal."

Riddle looked at you dumbfounded.

"NO BIG DEAL? YOU SAW SOMEONE DOWN THE CORRIDOR!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You looked at him calmly with glazed eyes of tiredness.

"Riddle it's okay. It's the whole point. Also might want to calm down, you'll scare the ghosts."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's when he was so over the whole thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He laid you down somewhere and gathered all of the things you two brought and put them away. While he did this you said the goodbye message and the mantra of not to attach to either of you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle picked you up and carried you out of there.

"Come on, we're leaving."

You gave him a pout as you gripped him closer causing the boy to blush a bit.

"Do we have to? Me and the ghosty boy was having fun."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle shakes his head as he rants about how dangerous it was and how lucky you were that he was there to help you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He immediately puts you in to bed and cuddles next to you feeling so glad that he was there with you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Sure he thought it was a bad idea but Riddle had to admit that it was fun to be with you and indulge you and your interests.

ACE TRAPPOLA

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He asks you want ghost hunting is since it's not something in Twisted Wonderland that is explored. It also doesn't help that the ghosts show themselves pretty easily

"Huh? Whaddya wanna go ghost huntin for? Ramshackles gotta tun!"

"It's not the same Ace! Or are you to scared?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's how he ended up at an abandoned location, that you of course didn't ask Crowley to go to, in the dark clinging to you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You tease him about clinging to you but he retorts with "Noo" and "You're the one who's scared".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The fear dies down a bit after seeing all the equipment you brought with you and saying how much of a dork you are for bringing so many things for something that's obviously faked.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You don't listen to those comments but you explain to Ace what each thing is and what it does.

"This is an EMF meter. It tracks energy currents. And this- ACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Nothing, just seeing how this works."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace was messing with the motion sensor device with an antenna with three lights. He turned it on and was using it to make a lot of noise.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ It annoyed you to no end and it took you 5 minutes to get it back and to calibrate it properly. But you were glad he was having fun.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As things start to intensify evidence wise, he grabs your hand and it's not because he's scared, well that's part of it, but its because he wants to make sure you're safe

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're talking to the spirit through the spirit talker app you got on your phone and it seemed pretty tame. Ace was just watching you do your thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once things start to turn dark, Ace is full on hugging you and making sure you're not to far from him.

"What are you?"

"DEMON"

"Y/N YOU BETTER START RUNNING!"

"Ace where are you going?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once Ace heard demon from the app he booked it thinking you were holding his hand.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He stopped about halfway outside realizing you weren't with him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace tries to walk in but you come out seemingly okay and unscathed.

"What the hell? Why'd you ditch me?"

"Because it said demon Y/n!"

You giggle at him

"Just because it says demon doesn't mean it's dangerous. It's okay though, everything is packed we can go home now."

"Nah. Come with me."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace grabs your hand dragging you somewhere.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ To recover from the fear he takes you to a decent 24/7 restaurant to chill and relax.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both talk about the experience and what you both liked about it the most. But for Ace just being with you was his favorite part.

DEUCE SPADE

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Poor Deuce is so confused, like he understood ghosts but like the phrase 'Ghost Hunting' he thinks its something entirely different than what you mean.

"You want to hunt ghosts? Like when you hunt deer?"

"No pft, you're so silly Deuce. We're gonna go look for a location and talk to them."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After you explained what it was to him, he was hyped because it was something new and from your world.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce went to ask Crowley if it was okay for you guys to leave the campus that and the two of you were shocked he said yes, or did he?

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both may have ignored him or convinced him to let you two go so now you're in an abandoned dark building setting everything up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Honestly Deuce is the most trustworthy with the set up since he seems to be taking it pretty seriously.

"So when you move it slightly it'll light up, its really sensitive to touch. Understand?"

"Mhm! Mhm! What about this one? Oh and this? Where should I put the cameras?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ His excitement was kind of stressful but he just wanted you to have a good time and everything to work well since ghost hunting is sort of a skeptical thing, or so you told him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce loved to see how passionate you were about this and how serious you were, he made sure not to get spooked when a spirit answered the questions.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Though he was most spooked when the motion things were being triggered. And we would cling to you to no end.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You found it cute, but were mainly focused on the responses of the spirits or whatever was around you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once the REM pod went off he jumped onto your back making you fall.

"Ah! Y/n! I'm sorry!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle a bit as you hold your head making sure you didn't hurt your head to much.

"It's okay Deuce! We can leave if its to much to be here."

"I want to stay because you look so happy doing this!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit. He was really so considerate of the things you wanted to do with you.

"But forcing yourself in this type of thing isn't good, just tell me when it's to much then we can leave."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce nodded and you two ended up staying for another hour.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two only left though when you began to feel drained and you had no clue why.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce made sure to put away all the equipment and everything you brought while you said the goodbyes and the affirmations of not giving permission to attach to you two.

"Gosh I'm so tired.."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You then felt yourself being picked up and you looked to who it was.

"Here. Let me carry you, its not good to walk if you're wobbling."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit and nuzzled Deuces neck as he carried you out of the building.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The two of you had went to Ramshackle dorm first since you were practically sleeping in Deuce's hold. He didn't want to leave you still on account of being sort of paranoid after the events.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he'd rather take the hit from his house warden and use the excuse of saying Crowel said it was fine. So the two of you had a sleep over.

CATER DIAMOND

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is all for it. With his camera out and knowing what he wants to do, in fact you'd think he was the one who asked to go and do this.

"Of course cutie! We can go ghost huntin, as long as I can post it and your cute face to Magicam!"

"Okay! Lets go then!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both might as well ask Crowley if its going to be publicly posted where he could see it but you both don't wait for an answer.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is the one with the perfect location since it seems to be popular for the idea of ghost hunting, but you show him how humans do it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As you're setting up, Cater is putting the camera's in many different places as well as taking cute pictures of you're focused face. And he posted each one to Magicam saying "Ghost Hunting with my love" and "Cute focus face! <3".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He shows you each picture and you're slightly annoyed because you want him to help set up, but he swayed you with his charm.

"Cater, if you're just going to take pictures, then can you help set up atleast?"

"But I am helping, I'm seeing if I can get any pictures of the ghosts!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You just shake your head at him as he keeps taking pictures of you and only you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ However seeing you more focused after each object being set up put him in the mood to be productive and help set up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater wasn't scared, actually he was holding you when you jumped back a bit feeling spooked

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He'd giggle at your reaction to any form of evidence you two got and would film it. Often teasing about how cute you were when you were freaked out.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Then he started to become anxious when he caught a shadow figure on the camera and pointed it out to you explaining it to you.

"Rah! This is so scary!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You look at your dramatic boyfriend giggling a bit.

"Says the one who was teasing me. And its just a figure, you can't be scared of that"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He acts as if you wounded him, but it was all in good fun. He then pat your head as a way to calm himself down.

"Do I have to be the one to protect you know~?"

Cater blushed a bit about how smug you looked and slowly backed up a bit trying to make space between the two of you.

"N-no, I'm gonna protect you!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle at this and carry on with the reason why you were at this abandoned place.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater often held your hand as the investigation went on sensing you were becoming tired a drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He decided to end his video there and wait to edit it later, if he was ever going to and just post the raw footage. And he started to pack up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were confused as to what was going on, and went to ask Cater but you started to fall. Luckily the boy was able to catch you.

"Gotcha! Be careful Y/n! Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You blushed a bit as you rubbed your eyes. Cater chuckled thinking you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

"Are we going home?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He nodded at you and picked up the bag of things and you carrying you out of the building and back to school.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater holds you close and realizes you are sleeping in his arms. He chuckles and takes you to your dorm.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater cuddles you ignoring the fact that Riddle might have his head for it, but anything for you.

~♣️~TREY~♣️~

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey was curious to say the least about ghost hunting, but when you proposed it you didn't expect him to go with you.

"Hey do you wanna go ghost hunting with me?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ In all honesty you thought he would be to busy with school work and vice house warden duties to do anything, but you were over the moon about it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two decided to leave Crowley a note since it was late and the man wasn't in his office, and on you two went.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey set up most of the things, which you were grateful for, but overall you were shocked he knew what some of the things were even if it was pretty self explanatory once the things were on.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were stuck in the middle of the room just watching your boyfriend doing most of the work which made you feel a bit guilty.

"Hey Trey, I can help set up too."

"I know, but I don't want you to worry about it."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're heart warmed at the thought, but you pulled out your phone to bring up the spirit talker app. Trey walked next to you after he was done with everything.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey wasn't scared at all, like he held your hand sure but it was to reassure you whenever you got excited from a response.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He smiled whenever you were asking the entity questions and got an answer back, even if there was negative energy there.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He was there to make sure you were safe and that nothing intended to hurt you, ghost or human or anything in between.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he got concerned when you mentioned you heard a voice tell you something and he didn't hear it.

"Trey did you hear that?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey looked at you with a curious look in his eyes, trying to listen for anything other than you two.

"I didn't hear anything love. Did you?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You nodded vigorously as you slowly felt dizzy. Trey had a look as if pleading for you to tell him what you heard.

"It said that it wanted me to stay."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shuddered a bit feeling the negative tone from the disembodied voice. Trey noticed your discomfort.

"Do you want to leave?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to continue and you went off on your own a bit.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After that he was concerned. He didn't want you to feel like you were losing your mind and it seemed like you were mentally drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey picked you up and took you out of the building so you could recover as he went back in by himself to pack everything up while you waited for him outside.

"Trey what you doing?"

You looked up to him with drowsy eyes.

"Taking you back to the dorm rooms."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to stay but Trey convinced you to let him carry you outside as you waited for him to pack everything up. Once that was done, he picked you back up and carried you back the NCR.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey took you to his dorm and had you sleep on his bed while he took the couch, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your low state. Even though you two cuddle a lot before this.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey did have fun though and learned a lot about some things from your world.

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Ghost Hunting | Heartslabyul x G/n Reader

Characters: Riddle, Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover

Summary: You go ghost hunting with Heartslabyul!

Warnings: Demons

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle is not for it at all, only because of the dangers you told him about. He refuses you every time you ask until you say you're going to leave whether he'll go or not.

"Y/n, no you're not going!"

"I am, and you can stay or come with me"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle only goes with you to make sure you're safe and that no one fucks with you and if they do then he can protect you. He, of course asked for Crowley's permission and waited for the go ahead, which Riddle thought wouldn't happen but imagine the shocked face when Crowley said it was fine.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So you took Riddle's hand as he begrudgingly followed you to the location you had set out to find.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Even though he mainly went to protect you, part of him was intrigued to see what human ghosting hunting was truly like.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle doesn't let go of your hand the entire time while you set up either which is sort of new to you.

"Ridde, love, I need my other hand to set this up. Can you let go please?"

"I'm not letting go, you can set up with one hand."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You managed to get him to let go, but once you finished his hand was connected with yours again, gripping a bit tighter after each evidence provided.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He did find it cute how excited you got with each event going on and all the responses happening.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He didn't show he was cared of the responses, and really he wasn't. He was only scared about your well being.

"Y/n, What's going on?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle noticed you staring off into space down the corridor of the building you both were in. It took a bit for you to respond.

"Just saw a figure down the corridor. No big deal."

Riddle looked at you dumbfounded.

"NO BIG DEAL? YOU SAW SOMEONE DOWN THE CORRIDOR!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You looked at him calmly with glazed eyes of tiredness.

"Riddle it's okay. It's the whole point. Also might want to calm down, you'll scare the ghosts."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's when he was so over the whole thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He laid you down somewhere and gathered all of the things you two brought and put them away. While he did this you said the goodbye message and the mantra of not to attach to either of you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle picked you up and carried you out of there.

"Come on, we're leaving."

You gave him a pout as you gripped him closer causing the boy to blush a bit.

"Do we have to? Me and the ghosty boy was having fun."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle shakes his head as he rants about how dangerous it was and how lucky you were that he was there to help you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He immediately puts you in to bed and cuddles next to you feeling so glad that he was there with you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Sure he thought it was a bad idea but Riddle had to admit that it was fun to be with you and indulge you and your interests.

ACE TRAPPOLA

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He asks you want ghost hunting is since it's not something in Twisted Wonderland that is explored. It also doesn't help that the ghosts show themselves pretty easily

"Huh? Whaddya wanna go ghost huntin for? Ramshackles gotta tun!"

"It's not the same Ace! Or are you to scared?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's how he ended up at an abandoned location, that you of course didn't ask Crowley to go to, in the dark clinging to you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You tease him about clinging to you but he retorts with "Noo" and "You're the one who's scared".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The fear dies down a bit after seeing all the equipment you brought with you and saying how much of a dork you are for bringing so many things for something that's obviously faked.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You don't listen to those comments but you explain to Ace what each thing is and what it does.

"This is an EMF meter. It tracks energy currents. And this- ACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Nothing, just seeing how this works."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace was messing with the motion sensor device with an antenna with three lights. He turned it on and was using it to make a lot of noise.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ It annoyed you to no end and it took you 5 minutes to get it back and to calibrate it properly. But you were glad he was having fun.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As things start to intensify evidence wise, he grabs your hand and it's not because he's scared, well that's part of it, but its because he wants to make sure you're safe

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're talking to the spirit through the spirit talker app you got on your phone and it seemed pretty tame. Ace was just watching you do your thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once things start to turn dark, Ace is full on hugging you and making sure you're not to far from him.

"What are you?"

"DEMON"

"Y/N YOU BETTER START RUNNING!"

"Ace where are you going?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once Ace heard demon from the app he booked it thinking you were holding his hand.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He stopped about halfway outside realizing you weren't with him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace tries to walk in but you come out seemingly okay and unscathed.

"What the hell? Why'd you ditch me?"

"Because it said demon Y/n!"

You giggle at him

"Just because it says demon doesn't mean it's dangerous. It's okay though, everything is packed we can go home now."

"Nah. Come with me."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace grabs your hand dragging you somewhere.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ To recover from the fear he takes you to a decent 24/7 restaurant to chill and relax.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both talk about the experience and what you both liked about it the most. But for Ace just being with you was his favorite part.

DEUCE SPADE

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Poor Deuce is so confused, like he understood ghosts but like the phrase 'Ghost Hunting' he thinks its something entirely different than what you mean.

"You want to hunt ghosts? Like when you hunt deer?"

"No pft, you're so silly Deuce. We're gonna go look for a location and talk to them."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After you explained what it was to him, he was hyped because it was something new and from your world.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce went to ask Crowley if it was okay for you guys to leave the campus that and the two of you were shocked he said yes, or did he?

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both may have ignored him or convinced him to let you two go so now you're in an abandoned dark building setting everything up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Honestly Deuce is the most trustworthy with the set up since he seems to be taking it pretty seriously.

"So when you move it slightly it'll light up, its really sensitive to touch. Understand?"

"Mhm! Mhm! What about this one? Oh and this? Where should I put the cameras?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ His excitement was kind of stressful but he just wanted you to have a good time and everything to work well since ghost hunting is sort of a skeptical thing, or so you told him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce loved to see how passionate you were about this and how serious you were, he made sure not to get spooked when a spirit answered the questions.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Though he was most spooked when the motion things were being triggered. And we would cling to you to no end.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You found it cute, but were mainly focused on the responses of the spirits or whatever was around you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once the REM pod went off he jumped onto your back making you fall.

"Ah! Y/n! I'm sorry!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle a bit as you hold your head making sure you didn't hurt your head to much.

"It's okay Deuce! We can leave if its to much to be here."

"I want to stay because you look so happy doing this!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit. He was really so considerate of the things you wanted to do with you.

"But forcing yourself in this type of thing isn't good, just tell me when it's to much then we can leave."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce nodded and you two ended up staying for another hour.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two only left though when you began to feel drained and you had no clue why.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce made sure to put away all the equipment and everything you brought while you said the goodbyes and the affirmations of not giving permission to attach to you two.

"Gosh I'm so tired.."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You then felt yourself being picked up and you looked to who it was.

"Here. Let me carry you, its not good to walk if you're wobbling."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit and nuzzled Deuces neck as he carried you out of the building.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The two of you had went to Ramshackle dorm first since you were practically sleeping in Deuce's hold. He didn't want to leave you still on account of being sort of paranoid after the events.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he'd rather take the hit from his house warden and use the excuse of saying Crowel said it was fine. So the two of you had a sleep over.

CATER DIAMOND

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is all for it. With his camera out and knowing what he wants to do, in fact you'd think he was the one who asked to go and do this.

"Of course cutie! We can go ghost huntin, as long as I can post it and your cute face to Magicam!"

"Okay! Lets go then!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both might as well ask Crowley if its going to be publicly posted where he could see it but you both don't wait for an answer.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is the one with the perfect location since it seems to be popular for the idea of ghost hunting, but you show him how humans do it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As you're setting up, Cater is putting the camera's in many different places as well as taking cute pictures of you're focused face. And he posted each one to Magicam saying "Ghost Hunting with my love" and "Cute focus face! <3".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He shows you each picture and you're slightly annoyed because you want him to help set up, but he swayed you with his charm.

"Cater, if you're just going to take pictures, then can you help set up atleast?"

"But I am helping, I'm seeing if I can get any pictures of the ghosts!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You just shake your head at him as he keeps taking pictures of you and only you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ However seeing you more focused after each object being set up put him in the mood to be productive and help set up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater wasn't scared, actually he was holding you when you jumped back a bit feeling spooked

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He'd giggle at your reaction to any form of evidence you two got and would film it. Often teasing about how cute you were when you were freaked out.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Then he started to become anxious when he caught a shadow figure on the camera and pointed it out to you explaining it to you.

"Rah! This is so scary!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You look at your dramatic boyfriend giggling a bit.

"Says the one who was teasing me. And its just a figure, you can't be scared of that"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He acts as if you wounded him, but it was all in good fun. He then pat your head as a way to calm himself down.

"Do I have to be the one to protect you know~?"

Cater blushed a bit about how smug you looked and slowly backed up a bit trying to make space between the two of you.

"N-no, I'm gonna protect you!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle at this and carry on with the reason why you were at this abandoned place.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater often held your hand as the investigation went on sensing you were becoming tired a drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He decided to end his video there and wait to edit it later, if he was ever going to and just post the raw footage. And he started to pack up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were confused as to what was going on, and went to ask Cater but you started to fall. Luckily the boy was able to catch you.

"Gotcha! Be careful Y/n! Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You blushed a bit as you rubbed your eyes. Cater chuckled thinking you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

"Are we going home?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He nodded at you and picked up the bag of things and you carrying you out of the building and back to school.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater holds you close and realizes you are sleeping in his arms. He chuckles and takes you to your dorm.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater cuddles you ignoring the fact that Riddle might have his head for it, but anything for you.

~♣️~TREY~♣️~

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey was curious to say the least about ghost hunting, but when you proposed it you didn't expect him to go with you.

"Hey do you wanna go ghost hunting with me?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ In all honesty you thought he would be to busy with school work and vice house warden duties to do anything, but you were over the moon about it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two decided to leave Crowley a note since it was late and the man wasn't in his office, and on you two went.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey set up most of the things, which you were grateful for, but overall you were shocked he knew what some of the things were even if it was pretty self explanatory once the things were on.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were stuck in the middle of the room just watching your boyfriend doing most of the work which made you feel a bit guilty.

"Hey Trey, I can help set up too."

"I know, but I don't want you to worry about it."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're heart warmed at the thought, but you pulled out your phone to bring up the spirit talker app. Trey walked next to you after he was done with everything.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey wasn't scared at all, like he held your hand sure but it was to reassure you whenever you got excited from a response.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He smiled whenever you were asking the entity questions and got an answer back, even if there was negative energy there.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He was there to make sure you were safe and that nothing intended to hurt you, ghost or human or anything in between.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he got concerned when you mentioned you heard a voice tell you something and he didn't hear it.

"Trey did you hear that?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey looked at you with a curious look in his eyes, trying to listen for anything other than you two.

"I didn't hear anything love. Did you?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You nodded vigorously as you slowly felt dizzy. Trey had a look as if pleading for you to tell him what you heard.

"It said that it wanted me to stay."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shuddered a bit feeling the negative tone from the disembodied voice. Trey noticed your discomfort.

"Do you want to leave?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to continue and you went off on your own a bit.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After that he was concerned. He didn't want you to feel like you were losing your mind and it seemed like you were mentally drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey picked you up and took you out of the building so you could recover as he went back in by himself to pack everything up while you waited for him outside.

"Trey what you doing?"

You looked up to him with drowsy eyes.

"Taking you back to the dorm rooms."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to stay but Trey convinced you to let him carry you outside as you waited for him to pack everything up. Once that was done, he picked you back up and carried you back the NCR.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey took you to his dorm and had you sleep on his bed while he took the couch, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your low state. Even though you two cuddle a lot before this.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey did have fun though and learned a lot about some things from your world.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

SUMMARY: Messing around with Trey after cooking!!

WARNINGS: Nothing major, but Y/N is short enough to sit on a kitchen counter/bench and swing their feet around!

COMMENTS: Writing this was hard. Trey is the only one in Heartslabyul that I'm not in love with a massive fan of purely bc one of my friends simps for him so hard that it would feel weird for me to be into him. also I want cookies now.

"And now, all that's left to do is wait." Trey said as he put the cookies in the oven. He wiped his forehead with his arm, adjusted his glasses and then turned and smiled at you.

You were sitting on the counter of Heartslabyul's kitchens, swinging your feet around with a smile. Ace had helped you out with Grimm recently, and, as payment, he'd allowed you to select one of his chores to do. Turns out, assisting Trey, your friend and crush, with the cooking for the upcoming Unbirthday Party was on said list. You'd immediately claimed that task as your own, thinking it would be a good opportunity to spend some time with your crush.

"What now, Trey?" You slid off the counter with a bounce and grinned at him.

His smile slid into a smirk, making your heart beat just a little faster. "For now, you should probably go and get cleaned up. You're covered in flour. There's almost more flour on you than there is in this entire kitchen."

You blinked. "Huh?"

He chuckled. "Didn't notice?" He took your arm and led you to the polished silver bowl. It warped your reflection, but you could see yourself clearly enough to realise that he was right.

"Oops."

"Oops is right." He grinned at you, reassuring you that everything was okay. "Now go get cleaned up." As if to emphasise his point, he swiped his thumb across your face, cleaning off some of the flour.

You felt your face start to heat up as you grinned at him.

You didn't want to leave just yet. Everything was too much fun. So, you decided it was time to employ the lessons Grimm and Ace had accidentally drilled into you:

How To Be A Menace 101.

"What if I don't want to?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to stay covered in flour? Okay, be my guest." He shrugged and turned away.

You pouted, thinking hard. It was not fair that he should be completely clean and dandy while you were covered in flour. If you had to deal with it, he should have to deal with it too.

You reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him slightly closer than you meant to.

"Hey- what-?"

Moving quickly, you lunged forward with your other hand, trying to put as much flour on his face as possible. He dodged backwards and grinned.

"Come on, Prefect. You're not gonna get me that easily." He smirked and then ducked from another flour attack.

Let the games begin.

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I am in physical pain, 10/10 and you all need to see this

— “Can’t remember how to say your name.” with Vice Housewadens

In a freak accident you lose your memory.

"My name's Trey, we were good friends." It takes everything in him to hold his voice steady as the word 'friends' leaves his tongue. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, not in such a fragile state, so he'll shove his feelings down. Afterall, as long as you're happy, he's happy, right?

"That's not funny..." Ruggie refuses to accept you forgot him. You were his favorite part of the day. Someone who'd warn him to not overwork himself too hard, or someone to lean on when he desperately needed it. Now you were gone?

"I see, well then, I'll take my leave." Jade Leech is a man of few words, and a man of even fewer relationships. He would hate to be forced to rebuild everything that's been shattered. Because no matter how desperately he wants it. No matter how much he begs, it'll never be the same.

"I'm no one important, just here for...Kalim." Kalim wasn't even there. He came alone solely to be there as your significant other, but now? He was there for no reason. He didn't want to have to climb his way into your heart when before you let him in with no issue. He just can't do that to himself.

"We were lovers, please, say you remember something." He knows it's idiotic. Stupid. Mornic. And yet, Rook wants to cling to the possibility you're still there somewhere. That you'll wake up from a trance and remember that you both are a happy couple who made plans for the future.

"Ortho! We were best friends!" You both were friends before, why can't you be friends now? Ortho sees no issue behind your memory loss, he's only concerned about your overall well-being. Afterall, you're family to him. An older sibling he values and cares for. Why would that change?

"Oh dear, don't tell me." The fae has seen many things over the course of his life. But never the love of his life lose their memory of him. He wants to be sad, angry, upset, but all he feels is acceptance. All things happen for a reason. Your life is short, so for now, he won't ask for anything more than for you to be safe.

Congratulations on 200! 🎉🎉🎉

Could I please request Trey and 9AM?

Thank you for your work!

WARNINGS: Trey might be slightly OOC I’m not sure-

COMMENTS: Absolutely! And thank you anon! :D also, sorry if this is a bit short. It’s very fluffy though!

“And… we’re done,” Trey said, taking the last batch of treats out of the oven.

You sank wearily onto a bench stool, folding your arms on the counter. You leaned comfortably on your arms, eyes fluttering closed.

You were exhausted. You’d offered to help Trey with cooking for the unbirthday party today. He warned you that it’d be hard - that you’d have to be at Heartslabyul by 4 am to get started - but you didn’t fully realise how tiring it would be. You were tempted to drift off right there at the bench.

You heard a chuckle and opened your eyes to find Trey smiling sympathetically at you. The quirk of his eyebrows and the kind, worried smile made your stomach do flips, and you hastily closed your eyes.

“Not used to the early mornings, huh?” Trey joked, sitting beside you.

“Not 3 am early.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

“Sorry about that. Usually I wake up a little later, but with the distance from Ramshackle to Heartslabyul… if I’d let you sleep in extra, we’d still be going by now. Which would mean the food would be too late.”

“That’s fair, I guess.” You adjusted your position to rub your eyes, stifling a yawn.

You felt something land on top of your head. You blinked, tilting your head. Trey chuckled, and you realised it was his hand. He ruffled your hair gently, and you had to bite the inside of your mouth to stop the stupid grin attempting to spread itself across your face. With how close you were, you hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You did good today, though. You should get some rest - there’s still a couple of hours before the Unbirthday party.”

You shook your head. “Nah, by the time I got home I’d have like 20 minutes to sleep, then come straight back.” You yawned fully this time, and Trey smiled sympathetically. “Besides,” you added, “there’s a little more to do, yeah? Like, setup ‘n stuff.”

“It’s alright, we can handle it. You can crash in my room - that way you won’t be at risk of falling asleep in your tart. I appreciate the offer, but right now it’s more important to me that you rest.”

Your eyelids were becoming heavier with each passing moment. You hummed tiredly, barely able to form a coherent response.

You heard Trey chuckle. “Alright sleepyhead, don’t fall asleep just yet. We gotta get you there first.”

You felt a strong arm slip around your waist. Trey lifted you off the chair, supporting you as best he could. Slowly, the two of you made your way to Trey’s room.

He gently set you down on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and sank into it, already half asleep. Trey smiled.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time. Sleep well, Prefect.”

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The ball at NRC || Vice dorm leaders x reader

It seemed like Night Raven College had moved to Victorian times.

An annual ball was organized for students and their families to commemorate old customs and traditions; even if the whole party was prepared by the school, each and every student was overwhelmingly excited.

There was no way not to try to impress your friends by occupying the dance floor and dancing with the most beautiful girls in the room—all jealous glances were causing huge smiles on dancers’ faces.

However...

Now you were standing there, being just a wallflower.

You stared at your elegant slippers ghosts helped you choose. In your world, that outfit would surely be a sensation, and buying something like this would cost way too much for a dress. Here, however, seeing the Pomefiore students and their partners, as well as the leaders and vice-leaders of the dormitories… you pale in comparison.

You weren't able to talk much either — everyone was so absorbed by preparations and it seemed nearly impossible to talk to anyone, so before you knew it, you couldn't ask anyone to come with you to the party.

The fact that you spent hours preparing for this ball was the only thing that held you back from leaving the room. And also good food. Very good food.

You took another piece of the cake on your fork and for the tenth time that day you reprimanded yourself: “[Name], put it down, you will be fat, a little more and the dress will be too tight... Okay, it will be the last time I will take another piece, this time for real.”

You didn't have time to swallow the pastry when the voice behind you spoke up.

“[Name]?”

‏‏‎ ‎‎

Trey C.

You almost got choked by the cake when Trey appeared next to you.

Dressed in a white suit, light pants, and green shirt, you hardly recognized him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a smartly dressed boy, and it didn't make it any easier for you when he brushed his hair back.

“What do you think of these cakes?” Trey began as you both sat down at one of the tables that were placed along the walls of the room. “I assisted with some of them myself, even if we have enough cooks.”

"They're delicious," you admitted, pushing the cake into your mouth, this time without hesitation. “I will never get tired of your cuisine, Trey.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and for the first time in a long moment, he looked away from you and glanced at the buffet. “Epel gave us a lot of apples for these cakes. We could make a lot of apple cakes in the lead role: chausson aux pommese, tarte normande, tarte tatin, croustade aux pommes...”

You nodded your head uncertainly.

“Let's say I understand.”

There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

“You're not going to dance, [Name]?” he said suddenly. “It would be such a waste if the most beautiful woman at this party did not dance even once.”

"You're exaggerating," you laughed heartily, but a strawberry blush bloomed on your cheeks. “I don't know the steps, so there is no reason for me to dance”.

"I will lead," Trey said, and gently grabbed your hand as the first notes of the next song rang out. “Make an exception for me, [Name], and dance with me… I just don't know if I'll be able to give you to another man afterwards.” He added as you two took positions.

…Who knew Trey could dance so well?

Swaying to the rhythm of the melody, you followed the green-haired man whom you tried to keep pace with—to your pleasant surprise, you managed to make even a few turns without stumbling over the air.

Just as there are wolves in sheep's clothing, the same goes for Trey who could be a dancer in the royal court under the mask of a magnificent pastry chef.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Ruggie B.

“R-Ruggie?” you stammered out as you hardly swallowed another piece of cake.

The boy put a finger on your lips and looked around cautiously.

"Shesh, [Name]," He moved closer, "help me get as much food out of here as possible."

“Ah?”

The rules that had been repeated to you from the beginning of the preparations were remembered in your head, and you were sure that one of them corresponded to the boy's plans.

When Ruggie saw the doubt in your eyes, he folded his hands in a pleading gesture and smiled encouragingly.

“Pretty please..? All you have to do is cover me up; with all this food we will go to the balcony and through the garden, we will take everything to my dorm.”

And you've just fallen into Ruggie's plan again.

Not that you had anything more exciting to do.

Keeping out of the way, so as not to attract much attention, you packed your food into a large wicker basket that was decorated with white flowers from one of the tables—now it looks elegant! Nobody should have suspected that there were chocolate brownies inside, instead of other flowers, right?

You swiftly slipped through the hall, avoiding any people who wanted to invite more students to dance. You quickly refused every suggestion, until you finally opened the balcony door with a thud.

“Haaa, fresh air..!” Ruggie set the basket down and stretched his arms up. “Oh, the garden was also decorated.”

You looked around to see the beautifully decorated park - the nicely trimmed flowers, carefully polished carvings, and the cleared of leaves path majestically melded with the candles flying overhead.

Though the sky was overcast, the flying lights resembled a starry sky with only the moon missing.

"They did a good job," Ruggie muttered, eyeing decorations and magical flowers, slightly shimmering in the dark. “It reminds me of one of the scenes from some movie... Where a girl runs away through such gardens, because the spell has started to disappear, or something like that... Very tragic and romantic...”

“We can," you began,“ recreate this scene.” You chuckled as the boy seemed a little confused. “After all, we can run away with food along these paths to the dormitory, it will be just as dramatic.”

“[Name]. I can't imagine anyone else I would like to run away with like this” theatrically he wiped an invisible tear and grabbed the basket.  “Now, come on, let's go!”

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Jade L.

“O-oh!” You jumped, clearly surprised. You turned around to see Jade with his usual perfect smile. “Hello, Jade...”

"Good evening, [Name]," he replied. “I was just wondering why the most beautiful person in this room doesn't dance. Hmm, why do you think?”

"That is the question," you said. You took the last sip of lemonade and set the cup down on the table. “I think you will find your dancing partner somewhere there” You nodded your head to the corner of the hall, where a dozen beautifully dressed ladies were crowded.

Jade looked at them, but quickly his gaze returned to you, still smiling.

“Unfortunately, another girl already caught my attention.”

“Unfortunately, this young lady does not know how to dance. Not with those monsters on her feet.”

You looked at your high heels. Dancing—walking in such uncomfortable shoes was already a challenge—was out of the question. Even when you walked to the room, you felt that you chose the wrong shoes, because, with every step, the heels were trying to slide off your foot.

"You can always take them off," Jade replied. “The floor is heated here.”

“You don't give up so easily, huh?” You sighed, but somehow you were smiling from ear to ear.

You slipped your uncomfortable shoes to the ground and happily kicked them under the table. The dress was so long that only if someone tried to look under it would you see your beautiful feet, matching Rapunzel's style - barefoot.

“May I have this dance?” Jade bowed. “It is an honor to dance with a princess who has lost not one shoe, but two.”

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Jamil V.

"Ah, um, hello, Jamil," you muttered, still startled by his sudden appearance. “Something happened?”

The boy seemed extremely tired. Out of breath, he leaned lightly against the pillar and was relieved to find it cold.

“Kalim. Ha... he's been trying to get me a dance partner since he found out I missed picking you up from the dorm. I honestly started to doubt that I would find you here...”

As to confirm his words, the people at the table a few meters away from you laughed out loud and some others started shouting over each other to be heard. Only the orchestra with another calm, waltz piece managed to alleviate the situation.

"It looks like Kalim has some sort of radar to detect you," you said softly, and Jamil cleared his throat in confusion. You nodded to the left of the buffet “because he's already coming here.”

Jamil glanced in the direction you were pointing, then grabbed your arm and led you to the center of the room. You understood it was a way to get away from Kalim, but nonetheless ...

When Jamil noticed the confused expression on your face, he smiled warmly and placed his hand on your cheek.

"Let me let you know that you are the only person I want to dance with at this party," he said and smiled at you as the violinists started playing a new tune.

"I hope I won’t disappoint you," you replied with a shy smile as Jamil gently laced your fingers together.

"Don't worry," the corners of his mouth raised a bit. “We will always be able to dance again if you decide you want to try again” and with those words, you and all the other couples went to dance.

"So you already know who you're going to dance with all night," you replied, and Jamil let out a soft laugh.

“I'm not going to complain.”

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Rook H.

"What are you doing here alone, princesse?"

You turned around to see Rook, who stood out from the crowd.

Not only was he tall, but his elegant clothes and the grace with which he moved made a lot of people’s gazes follow him.

"It's my environment," you said. Rook placed two sweet and sour punches in front of you and sat down next to you at the table. “Thank you.”

"Here you go," he smiled. When you looked into his eyes, a grin widened.“How about a little game?”

You blinked your eyes and nodded slowly.

"The rules are," he continued. “Whoever finds the Roi du Poison in this crowd first, wins. If I win, you will agree to dance with me.” He paused here to observe the change in expression on your face. “And if you win...”

“...you will buy me a cake.”

“...I will buy you a cake. Or whatever you want.”

Deal?

It was not a difficult task. Or at least it shouldn't be. Vil was constantly surrounded by a crowd of people who stopped to admire his beauty, so finding more crowded spots in this auditorium was not difficult.

And yet... at the time of the bet, they all seemed to have disappear.

You barely walked halfway across the room, and when you turned to see where Rook was, he didn't move. He only talked to Vil, who was leaning against a column that you couldn't see before... Rook was smiling at you and you were sure that there was a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes...

...he even waved at you.

"It's not fair," you said as he dragged you to the center of the room.

"No rule has been broken, have they not, mon chérie?" He said. “Time for my reward.”

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Ortho S.

*dancing macarena in the middle of the room*

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Lilia V.

“Are these pastries so good that it is better to give up the dancing than to leave these cakes alone?” Said the voice above you, and you almost dropped the plate of cake almost out of surprise.

Lilia chuckled at your reaction, then quickly flew past you.

"There is no sincerer love than the love of food," you quoted, and the boy nodded in agreement.

“Often feelings are expressed through food. Dating takes place in rich restaurants or at cafes with cute cupcakes.”

“See how you know it?” You smiled. “And you, a creature without a cake, why don't you dance?”

“I was just looking for a creature with a cake that would agree to dance.”

“Dance with the creature? Or with a cake?”

"I'm going for the sweeter option~~" He replied and set your plate down on the table as he dragged you to the center of the room. He squeezed through several pairs so that you were closest to the exit to the balcony.

You didn't dance to the music, but doing a few random spins didn't feel out of rhythm either. At least from your perspective.

Right now, you might feel like a princess who had found her promised prince and no one else could have spoiled it. No one.

You almost regretted it when the music was over and most of the couples went to grab a bite to get back to the waltz in half an hour.

"Next time," you said, when you and Lilia were at one of the gaming tables, "when I'm in Diasomnia, instead of eating your cookies, we'll learn a more ambitious dance."

"My baked goods are delicious, too," Lilia replied in a tone of voice as if it were one of the sacred laws. “They are filled with feelings.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, not too eager to answer sincerely.

“Your feelings are clearly... dangerous.”

Been following you for quite a while, and I absolutely love your "How to win a heart of" series! Would you consider making for Trey as well?

No pressure though, and you can ignore if your req is not open, but I'd love to see what you come up with! Thank you for giving amazing contents

How to win a heart of Trey Clover?

a/n: Dear Anon, I hope you will like this one!

Dear Readers, for the plot enrichment, I gifted you with a (temporary) inability to bake. It might have highly affected the reader’s self-confidence, which is primarily pretty low, but grows with each sweet second when Trey is around. And then, the reader embraces the energy of positive chaos. And becomes chaotic.

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1. Ask for help from pretty stranger from the desk next to yours.

To say that you aren’t nervous would be an utter lie.

Your knuckles already whitened from the unwitting pressure you put in tightening your fists into a nervous grip, and your shoulders felt sore, reasonably sore, after being tensed for so long. Throat goes dry again, and words die on your tongue, just like every time your eyes dart to a green-haired student.

...You really need to talk to him.

Trey Clover, the unfamous vice-dorm leader of Heartslabyul, is probably the greatest pastry chef in NRC’s history and the only person who can help you at the moment.

A baking club entry exam, that is.

...

The problem is, you suddenly forgot how to talk to people.

You could swear everything was alright just a moment ago when your friend casually complained about the lack of seasoning in the cafeteria’s food. A huff, an eye roll and a sarcastic comment were almost obligated.

Now you can’t remember how it felt to be relaxed.

Should you just say hi and casually tell him about your problem? Would almost strange classmate care? ...If he disagreed, it would be a bit embarrassing, and it’s not like you could avoid him when his desk is next to yours. Maybe you could ask any of your friends if they could introduce you... But does any of them know Trey?

You look up at Trey once again, as if it could help you find a solution, but quickly shift your gaze to your hands.

Maybe you should just read more culinary books... A theory might not be enough, but it will spare you from any embarrassment that might—and with your luck and undeniable skills: *will—*happen.

...

No. You need to be brave.

How will you go through life if you can’t talk to strangers? Trey seems like a kind person, so he might help you... or just reject your ask without putting up a show.

And all you need to do is to start talking.

All you need to do is—

“Hey, can I help you with something?” A voice, a really good sounding voice with the texture of melted chocolate startles you, and you look cautiously up. “I noticed you were watching me.”

...Of course, he did.

All courage you mustered up was now just a faint memory, untraceable and irretrievable. With sympathetic eyes in the colour of cinnamon and gold on yours, you swallow some saliva, hoping it will dissolve the stress that gripped your throat.

“I’m so... so, very sorry... I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No need to apologize,” he smiles warmly, which makes your gaze drop to the floor in silence. “You’re [Name] [Surname], right? I don’t believe we have talked before, but I heard—and saw, believe me—that you are a very lovely person.”

...

What? What?

“Thank you...?” You pull the words into your mouth because leaving the comment in silence would make you feel guilty. Also, it was a compliment! Sensing you want to ask him for something, he gives you a smile. So, before the rest of your courage has a chance to flag, you speak up. “I... Or rather if... If you have any time to spare me, could you help me- pass- my- baking- class?”

He almost grins at your question. ...Huh, was it funny?

“You are a member of a baking club, aren’t you? I’m honoured you reached out to me, haha!” He regards you with a warm look, and you feel almost happy that you’ve decided to talk. “And sure. I will help you. Just... don’t be so nervous around me? I don’t bite... but I sure can serve you something worth tasting.”

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2. Share your thoughts.

There is that unnamed excitement hanging in the air.

You aren’t sure if it comes from the late hour when most school halls are abandoned and left only with some candles as the source of light, or is it Trey himself, who stands behind the kitchen counter with a cookbook loosely in his hands.

“So,” he starts, and the polite smile he wears seems to brighten up the whole room, “I might not be a member of the baking club—even if it sounds really fun, and I am, in fact, a little bit envious—but I heard about the criteria of the tests. They let you create a custom recipe, which you will have to re-do in a certain amount of time, under the eye of the club president... Is that right?”

You nod.

While you could, of course, learn a recipe from the most mysterious and unknown book that has barely seen sunlight, your club’s president has his ways to check if the work was plagiarized. So, your ‘quest impossible’ is to think of a pastry no one ever thought about.

It’s hard to believe every member of the club had to do the same.

“We need to start with a goal,” Trey guides you to take a pencil and puts an empty notebook on the counter. “And we need to get a little bit creative here.”

He stands where he was standing before, but he seems a little bit closer than before. You take a little step back at the sudden realization, and Trey chuckles softly as he sends you an apologetic smile and moves a bit away.

“So, to know what we want to do...” You aren’t sure if he stands that much away because you hear his voice well. Very well, every change in his tone is neatly observed and noted in your thoughts. “Tell me, what you dream of. Even the most impossible idea.”

He smiles encouragingly. You aren’t sure if you’d like to reveal any of your secrets to a stranger, but then Trey flips a recipe book and your eyes land on several images one of of the most enticing cakes you’ve ever seen.

Trey knows he has your attention. His finger slides from a cookbook to your blank notebook, where you will have to write down some ideas. “The best way to learn is to do something you want. And to do that, I need to know your preferences a little bit better.”\

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3. Try your hand at pastries. Again.

‘00:36’

Your phone buzzes once again, and for the seventh time, you tap the screen to delay the alarm. It is a simple move, but it reminds you of hours you have spent in the kitchen.

You are tired, and at the moment, you wish nothing but to tuck yourself in the bed and be late for morning classes. It’s not really an affirmable desire, but a needed one.

“Should we put it in the fridge?” You ask, looking at the fresh-made cake. It is beautifully decorated, but, to make sure the cream is right, you will have to leave it somewhere cold overnight.

“This one?” Trey corrects his glasses. “Only if you wish for some other students to steal it for their breakfast.” He smiles faintly, the lost hours of sleep getting onto him as well. “And that is another rule to learn: do not trust anyone your baking goods unless you’re prepared for the loss or you have your ways to find the culprit.”

A wry, hesitant smile stretches your lips. “...Is that from experience?”

“You would be surprised how often it happens,” he sighs and your mouth quirks up. “How trustable are your dormmates?”

“I... think I wouldn’t like to test out.”

“Okay, yes. I understand, I would probably do the same,” Trey laughs at your response. “But, well, would you trust me with this cake, please? I will bring it on a lunch break when we will try it out and think about improvement.”

“Sure...” You look at him from under your lashes and smile. “I will give you a benefit of the doubt.”

“Thank you!” And another smile returned. A smile does really suit him. “I will not let you down.”

Then, he said his goodbyes and left, the only trace that he was here being the blush that slowly perfused your cheeks.

He is too kind...

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4. Beware.

There are always some eyes on you, and that’s the thing you need to remember in NRC.

And because people here are very observant, just by watching a person for a while, you can get a nice grasp of someone’s personality, judging them by their words and actions.

It also makes some students cautious—aware of being observed, they put up a show of being someone they aren’t. They can look stronger than they are, to look respectable, or feel timider, to cover the abilities they would like to save for later.

Either way, you’re a really bad liar.

Trey notes that when he notices you talking with your friends. There are no feigned emotions across your face, the tone of your voice bewrays everything you’d like to hide. Even falling quiet tells him a lot, and he has no trouble with saying if the silence is a peaceful one or a distressed one.

He doesn’t know why his gaze always searches for you in a crowd. Well, he doesn’t know why he was helping you without getting paid back. You aren’t influential in this school, but maybe, your passed test will be a bargaining chip when the time comes.

...But was that a reason?

A pondering sigh escapes his lips.

When you catch him staring, you wave at him discreetly.

He nods his head at you, in greeting, and a soft smile blooms up your face.

...

Yeah. You’re wearing heart on your sleeve, but that’s a part of your charm.

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5. Take a joke seriously.

Emptied bottles of oyster sauce lay on the table and you can’t contain the sigh when you glance at them.

You tried everything.

And it still didn’t taste good.

You don’t know how to add oyster sauce, the special ingredient Trey revealed to you in utter secret, to make... anything savour better, but you aren’t going to give up yet.

The cake gets too salty after adding it to the dough, so you figured out it would probably have to go with something either sour or refreshing. The vegetable paste would fit quite good if the dough was overbaken, but then you couldn’t really call it a cake.

Then, when you added it to the cream, the texture got soggy and tasted awful. There was nothing that you could cover a taste with.

And while you wanted to give up, it was Trey who trusted you with his baking secret! If you won’t master it, how will you ever progress?

“Oh, my...” You hear a disbelieved gasp and turn quickly to see Trey eyeing your baking experiment. Noticing the empty bottles of sauce, he immediately knows what’s going on. “[Name]! How could you take that joke?”

You blink slowly.

Oh.

...

“...Shame on me then, hah.” You shrug and smile awkwardly, but your feeling is mixed. Should you be happy that you didn’t do anything wrong, or cry, about the stress you’ve come through...?

“I am truly moved by your faith in me, even if it was misplaced this time,” Trey says and your mouth forms something between a pout and a grimace.“...But oyster sauce?”

“I know--!” You bring your hands to your face and hide from his gaze. “...It still hurts that I’ve spent so much time figuring out the ingredients! ...Now I know that I shouldn’t trust you with questionable recipes.”

You reposition some of your fingers on the face to glare at Trey.

Trey chuckles but also seems gullible.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, don’t be mad,” he reassures you, putting a hand on your shoulders. A sudden strike of electricity goes through your body, freezing you. “I need to say, that, nevertheless, it looks very appetizing.” Trey doesn’t seem to notice your tensing shoulders when he walks to the cake and digs a fork into a cake.

A pleasant crunch fills the air. “The texture is great,” he says with a smile on his face. It becomes a little bit forced when he takes it to his mouth. “But yeah, it’s still not so very edible. Your efforts, though, are paying off. If there wasn’t any oyster sauce, it would have a very rich flavour.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirms, and you can’t help but smile. Compliments from Trey are not uncommon but they can move your heart every time. “I will treat you with something if you help me. So, pay attention to me, alright?”

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6. Make him a gift.

You’ve passed the baking test.

It’s hard to lock your excitement within your body, but the little stars in your eyes reveal the truth.

You’ve passed the test and you know that the strawberry shortcake is the result of hours spent in the company of the greatest pastry chef of Heartslabyul, if not NRC.

But not only that. You’ve gained a real... friend. And you could say that it was the real treasure, but it would sound too cliché, and a passed test is not something you could grumble at. But yeah, now Trey was in your life and you can sincerely say, that you enjoy your time with him.

“It’s for you.”

A thin, beautifully decorated box is in your hands as you say those words. Trey grins instantly and looks at you with surprise and joy in his eyes. When he opens it, mini-cakes are revealed. Really beautiful ones—the cake seems super light (probably also vanilla flavoured, he guesses), and the cream is rich in field berry. Candied flowers shine courteously in the sunlight, and Trey can’t help but feel proud of you.

You interpret the silence in the wrong way, letting your gaze down and making a wry face. “...If you don’t want it, I will take it.”

“No!” Trey immediately protests. “You can’t take back a present, [Name].”

“Then don’t make me regret giving you anything!”

Trey laughs and takes the box from you, with the grace of a dancer rather than a chef.

“Thank you for the cake. I will treasure it by eating when the time is right,” and he looks at you, weighing his words. He smiles mischievously. “But... Are you sure there isn’t any oyster sauce in there?”

“Trey!” You punch him lightly in the arm. And then you stop and take a box from him. “You know what, give me a bottle of that. There is never too late to add special ingredients, and now I want to poison you.”

“[Name], no-”

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7. Endure teasings. (Warning: They come from every side)

Ace Trappola is a tease of a man, whose eyes could never miss the chance to make a comment that will either make the room laugh, sigh or smile hesitantly.

So when he sees you, you can’t expect that you will escape with an unscratched mood.

“Oh, you are the student who keeps our vice dorm leader away from us, huh!” Ace greets you with cheerfulness, and for a second you aren’t sure if he’s talking to you. When he confirms with a nod of his head, that he actually is, you look shocked. He has no qualms to stop teasing you when his voice rises again. “He is so often outside that the whole dorm started to miss him!”

“...Sorry?” You smile awkwardly, not sure how to respond.

“No, no, don’t be sorry, we have so many more treats every day,” Ace waves your words off, but winks at you. “...Unless you did something to be sorry for?”

“Of course not,” by the time he grins widely, you regain some of your lost calmness. “You know, most people would probably be happy when the person who checks if you follow the rules is out.”

“You picked the wrong person then, duh!” He sounds and looks pouty as he throws his half-complaint at you. “Riddle is in charge of everything... He probably has a sweet side, but I can’t really see him dating anyone.”

“Well... Trey and I aren’t dating.”

Ace sounds surprised. “You are not?”

Another voice sounds surprised. “We are not?”

“No!” You turn instantly to Trey, who smiles unapologetically at you. “Trey, you aren’t helping my case.”

He chuckles. Ace shoots you an unimpressed look as if your protest was a lie. You bite back a sigh.

“Sorry!” Trey says. “I couldn’t help but join this very interesting conversation.”

He looks at Ace and smiles slightly.

“But, yes, we aren’t dating,” and there comes the wink and a silent word, “yet.”

He hopes.

He hopes?

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8. Laugh for him.

Laugh is made of sincerest smiles, and a smile is said to be a half of a kiss.

Your chuckle is surely enough to give him a heart attack.

And maybe because he craves it so much, he's a bit envious of the student you’re talking with...

He isn’t sure how he remained to hold up his composure. Maybe only Cater noticed that something was wrong—other students picked up on the questionable crush only because of the amount of time Trey spent in your presence—but Trey concluded his reactions were a little... delayed.

And thank goodness for that.

The solemn facade is still up when he walks to you and the boy you’re talking with, wide grins on your faces as you share some inside joke. A—nameless, for Trey—boy whispers something enthusiastically, and you burst out laughing.

You’re happy. Trey should be happy. But it’s hard not to feel a weight on his chest as he walks to your table. And he doesn’t want to say that he’s jealous, seeing you laugh your heart out with another dorm student, but... Well, something twists in him.

“Oh, hello Trey!” You notice him when he’s not so far away from you. The other boy just nods in greeting but looks a little bit distracted. “Would you believe that now people are asking me for baking tips?”

“Congratulations. It’s huge progress... especially after adding oyster sauce to the dough,” Trey teases, sitting next to you. Very, very close to you, but you’re too fed up with his comment to notice his proximity.

The boy that was sitting on your other side, somehow, takes this moment as an opportunity to leave.

Somehow, a delight floods Trey’s body.

“Don’t bring it up in every talk about my progress!” You cross your arms and your lips form a thin line. “It was your fault too, you know.”

“...Anyway, did you know that mayonnaise can make a cake moist and fluffy?”

You look at him cautiously. He grins, politely.

“...I will research it,” slowly, warily, you answer. “You see, what you’ve done to me? I have now trust issues!”

Trey chuckles. “Too bad then. I have so much more things to share with you.”

You laugh charmingly.

And his heart skips a beat.

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9. Get invited to the Unbirthday Party.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Mhm.”

A beautiful letter is packed into a chequered pattern of paper that, by its function, resembled an envelope. It’s sealed with magic and wax, and as you break the stamp, the black and white squares shift from their places, to reveal handwritten words of invitation.

You read the whole thing twice, holding the letter lightly, too afraid to tear down the paper. Trey waits for your response, occupying his hands with a leaf that had fallen on the bench you were sitting on.

Finally, you take a breath and turn to Trey.

“Should I... bring anything?” You ask anxiously. A Heartslabyul party! Were you really invited to the famous event at your school? At the one of the grandest of the Unbirthday party, since the day of invitation was told to be a date of least people having a birthday? “Is there a dress code? Or, can I help you with preparing food?”

“No. You’re my guest and you need to take it easy,” Trey laughs your offer off. He shows you his appreciation with a light touch on your hand, but you do your best to not be distracted by that small (but purposeful, oh so very purposeful) gesture.

“But then you’re the one who bakes everything!” You protest. “Won’t you be tired after doing all desserts alone for such a grand event?”

“It’s all good. I need to keep my thoughts from something, so it’s a great thing to be occupied.”

When he looks at you, guilt twists your expression. You look at Trey sadly, but before you speak up, he doesn’t know what words caused you to have so heartbreaking emotion take over your appearance.

“’Thoughts from something’?” In a whisper, you repeat those words carefully. “Oh... Trey, do you have a problem? Can I be a help to you? I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

“...Soon,” he licks his lips in a nervous gesture. Were they always this dry? His touch on your hand tightens, and soon he seems to be reassuring you more than you reassured him. Though, no, your appearance was always nothing short of comfort to him. “Soon, you will hopefully end my... problem.”

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10. Recieve chocolates with love filling.

“Are you waiting for certain someone~?”

Trey rolls his eyes, but his heartbeat still drowns out more of Ace’s upcoming teasings. It gives him an answer he could hardly admit to himself.

He really was nervous.

“No...” He says, but, on second thought, he moulds his response again. “...Actually, yes. Have you seen [Name]?”

“Ha! I knew it!” Ace grins, his teasing eyes having Trey duck his head slightly. “But no, I don’t believe anyone had a chance to see [Name] before you knew.”

“It’s not as if—,” Trey’s breath suddenly frozen; no words could be spoken.

Because you entered.

Your outfit, you think, could be a little overdressed, but it was a grand event, and Hearslabyl dorm was very content with weird clothing, as long as they fit within the rules. A red fabric covers your body with elegance, and roses dipped in gold are neatly attached to your hair and belt.

There is only quiet rustling when your elegant shoes move through the grass.

“...Hello, [Name],” he greets you with a smile that blooms wider every step you’re closer to him. You grin in response. Before Ace can even greet you properly, Trey grabs your hand gently and guides you toward the gardens. “Let’s go. No need to bear with anyone.”

“Hey!” Ace’s way to greet you is blocked by Trey’s arm. “Trey, that’s called possessiveness, duh!”

But you two already walked away.

...

The talk you have is about everything and nothing. The party, though you escaped only after being there for two minutes, was the easiest topic to talk about, as the happy voices from afar reminded both of you of the event.

“The cakes at the party look marvellous,” you say, ready to get the recipe out of him. He smiles, but it’s not the teasing grin that you get from your words. He’s just happy you’re here with him. “Though, that’s expected from you... You know, it’s so random but, whoever will you be with in the future will be a very lucky person! Anyone can just look at-”

“...Would you like to be the one?”

“-you and tell that... you...”

...

What?

He just confessed.

Now you notice that there is a box of chocolates in his hand, decorated with some paper origami in the shape of little roses. Somehow, you can’t tear your gaze away from it.

He prepared to confess.

“I like you,” Trey breaks the silence. For the first time, you see him so clearly unsettled. “I like you a lot, [Name], but if you-”

“No, wait-” You stutter out a protest. The situation of what just happened got to your body and allowed you to take a proper breath. Checks heated up, and tears “I- Trey, I do like- I lov-”

“...Wait,” he stops you gently, and the surprise and confusion paint your face. He smiles, and the stress that was just overtaking his body feels to dissolve. “At first, let me court-... Seduce you properly.”

...

That charming bastard.

He knows your answer and now, secure from immediate rejection, decides to tease you.

You believe it’s to reduce your tension, but you don’t believe whatever he’s about to do, will take off the crimson blush from your cheeks.

Before you can say another word, his fingers are already intertwined with yours, firmly, confidently, so convincingly. He brings your hands to his face and lays several kisses in gentleman’s mannerism on your fingernails and though each feels very attentive, his golden eyes are focused solely on you.

Your heart beats loudly in a rhythmic begging that you’re sure Trey hears.

Only then, does he brings up a heart-shaped box of homemade chocolates; the love is written on the box, on his lips and eyes.

“[Name]...” He says with a low voice, as joy grips your throat and heart. “Will you accept these?”

Unique Kisses: Heartslabyul!

Hearslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Riddle R. (strawberry kisses)

If it wasn’t for this situation, Riddle would consider removing strawberries from a cake a blasphemy.

Fortunately for you, and also his joy, which he could not admit to if it wasn’t the last resort, Riddle isn't sure if his judgement would be a fair one. He is drunk on the taste of strawberries and fluffy cream, but also your fragrance, which has been his favourite aroma even before he thought he would dare to confess his feelings to you.

Riddle knows he doesn’t think soberly, but also believes that Trey didn’t change a recipe for his favourite dessert.

So, it is your fault.

“You should have taken yourself a piece of cake if you crave strawberries so much,” he says, regarding how you stab a little strawberry from his tart on a silver fork. It shimmers softly with honey or frosting or whatever Trey had added. Right now, Riddle can’t remember what his favourite dessert tastes like, and it was your fault as well.

“Kitchen is too far away,” you almost sigh, but don’t do that because it’s not a reason to be disappointed. “And, by the way, you are the one eating your tart. The greater part is still yours.”

“I have an irresistible impression that my serving disappears too fast.”

“You’re such a gourmet then. You will have to take bigger pieces next time.”

You chuckle at his stern facade, face fully covered with blushes, not matching the crossed arms that were probably meant to give his figure a more serious tone.

The strawberry on the fork you put against his lips, and he - used to this, after your multiple pleas - swallows his dignity and bites the fruit enough, not to cut it in half. He blinks a little faster, a little more nervous, and can’t bear to hold your stare when you smile and put the fork aside.

And then, you bite a strawberry held by his lips. A soft crunch attends the moment where your lips brush against each other. You feel how a sweet juice fills your lips and you have to move away to not let it drain over a corner of your mouth.

Satisfied, now less frustrated with your idea, you lick your wet, slightly sticky lips.

You glance at Riddle.

It… was a surprise that he went with your idea. It was a plan to soften him up a bit and have another reason to laugh when he would scold you again for your “preposterous suggestions”.

Surely not for you to stand in bewilderment and quick-paced heartbeat when Riddle pulls out a strawberry on a fork towards you. And as his face is red, crimson almost, his gaze is tainted with warm grey.

“Now it’s your turn.”

And that was an order.

Trey C. (hand kisses)

Trey Clover is a gentleman.

He opens the door whenever you go with him. Helps to carry supplies to the alchemy room at the far end of the school. Forbids you to prepare snacks for yourself, just to serve you beautiful little tarts during a break, that can be eaten in one bite.

His love is elegant and attentive. He likes to hold you in his arms while reading books. By highlighting the most important things in notes he helps you prepare for exams. He doesn’t even complain when you rob his wardrobe and usurp his clothes. He collects - by following all the Queen's rules or while avoiding Riddle's eyesight -- and offers you roses for every greater or lesser success.

A dreamy gentleman.

The only thing that mystifies you every time, is his touch.

You always quiver slightly as he takes your hand in his and entwines your fingers. He turns it over and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand. You don't know what is more delicate: the way his fingers slide over yours, or your heart, which will probably quickly tear apart itself, not able to bear the darting beat.

It would definitely be a nice death, but more than choosing that, you'd still rather live through this moment.

Trey's lips brush against your skin and move towards your fingers. There, he places another kiss and when he finally releases your hand, he still holds you. A grip slightly tightens when you look at him bashfully.

It was a gentleman's kiss.

Or maybe not gentleman’s, but from a man who pretends. You are not sure if a gentleman would do something like that to his lady: watch her lose her mind with each kiss as she becomes more and more addicted to her gentleman who smiles with a subtle but private smile.

Even as he pulls away, you feel that the spot on your skin where he kissed you tickles you lightly.

"Good morning to you, too, I should say”, you exclaim with a big smile. But you already like that greeting very much, and you're sure Trey knows it as well, as he repeats the gesture every day.

"Ah, and that's not the reaction I was expecting," he snorted as you rolled your eyes. “You got used to this trick already. Should I stop or…” now he smiles, mischievously. Certainly not like a gentleman. “...change the offensive?”

Cater D. (kisses on the eyes)

“Smile!” and snap! With a soft sound, another photo saves itself on Cater’s phone. He immediately enlarges it with his fingers, brings the image closer to your faces and clicks his tongue with dissatisfaction, but doesn’t remove the photo. “No, that’s not it. We look lovely, but- Sweetie, come closer!”

“Yes, yes.”

You take another step towards Cater. He instantly places his arm over yours, drawing you a little closer, as he holds the phone in the other hand. He observes the preview of the photo. And then, he directs you to turn a little to the west, so the sun would colour your faces even more.

An artistic wind begins to blow and ruffles the leaves of the trees behind your back. They form your main background, which Cater wanted to expose as they were famous for their multicoloured flowers. It was the main reason to choose this park as the next place for your date. The strands of your hair began to wave, and you gently brushed a few away from your eyes.

But before Cater can snap that hundredth picture, you lower your head and put hand to your face.

“Ah, I think something is in my eye,” you murmur, with all your will trying not to rub your eyes. “Probably sand, ewh.”

“Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait,” Cater quickly tucks the phone into the pocket of his jacket and with one movement unbuckles his backpack. He pulls out a bottle of water -which he immediately hands to you - and then finds a package of tissues. “Here. Try to wash it out. And blink. You're supposed to blink a lot at times like this, right?” … Luckily for you, you don’t have to vex with it for long, because after a short while you manage to get the sand out of your eye. Cater’s phone is used as a mirror, and he checked himself if there might be any irritation visible in your eye.

You crumple a wet tissue and throw it in the trash can near your bench.

“It’s all right now, I think.”

Cater puts his stuff in his bag and gets up. With a short wave, he says that he wants you to stay where you are.

"I will cast a healing spell on your eyes," he announces and crouches in front of you. He smiles. “Metaphorical one. Please don't trust me when it comes to healing magic.”

And then he moves closer to you, and his hands are on your cheeks. They hold you in place as he gets closer and closer until he completely fills your view and asks you to close your eyes. You don’t have to look at him to know his gaze is trailing your face. And when he stops, it’s because he wanted to turn your attention to the touch as he places warm kisses on your eyelids.

These are some of the softer kisses Cater gave you. They are almost imperceptible and uncharacteristic of him, but you can feel the care in each one... and have a scent of his cologne – jasmine scent, slightly spicy in smell - that he put on himself surround you.

He steps back only when each eye receives at least three kisses.

“I think I feel better now...” You say with a smile which he reciprocates. He pulls out his phone, once again, and points its lens at you. He hums with pleasure, as he finds the perfect angle.

“So~? Will you smile for me once more?”

You can’t say no after such a satisfying spell.

Ace T. (feigned kisses)

“Hey, hey, come here, I want to tell you something...”

You tear your gaze away from your notebook, where the next line of your essay on the history of magic is now cut halfway. Ace's whisper snapped you out of the monologue you've arranged in your head, and you know you won’t recollect it soon. Not even a passive focus spell applied to the library could help, as Ace acted as a truly sterling distraction.

“Come here yourself.”

“It's important”

It’s probably not.

You sigh and shake your head. Ace does the same, but rises from his untouched textbooks. "I lack the motivation to study today," he tells you every time you drag him along to prepare for your next exam together.

He stops in front of you and turns your chair around so that you can directly face him. He smiles mischievously. Almost malevolently, but warm enough.

He places his hands on both sides of your chair and—oh, since when is he so close to you?

It's not that Ace isn’t in the habit of kissing you—he likes it as much as you do, although he never fails to roll his eyes when you ask for a kiss, or tease you ("ah, so you need more of my attention, hm? Heh~") before pressing his lips to yours.

And you are expecting the latter option until Ace stops inches from your face and snarls.

“Heh. You wish”.

He tries to whisper something more, but you don’t give him an opportunity to do so, as you throw your head back. And then he greets you with a look, you could describe as mean.

“Yes,” you admit quietly, genuinely disappointed. You turn your chair around and quickly tuck your books into your bag. Maybe you'll find Riddle or someone who can chase Ace away a bit with their presence, so you will have some peace. “But I'm feeling less and less sorry that it didn't happen. See you later, I'm off to class…”

...

Huh.

He didn’t expect that. Did you have a bad day today? Did he do something wrong or- Did you really care about getting a good grade on that essay? He couldn't guess, but he knew that if he doesn’t make a move now, you will try getting back at him.

“Hey—!” He wheezes, grabbing your hand. “You can't give up so easily. Fight for what you want!”

“Too much work.”

Ace sighs and tilts his head. He pulls you towards him by the strap of the bag you carry, almost knocking you off balance. And then, he presses your lips to his—they are unexpectedly soft and you start to wonder if it was because of the honey he added to his tea at almost every unbirthday party (to break another rule of his dorm)—and then... And then you both lost the air in your lungs that you hadn't managed to take in before kissing.

You look at him from under your lashes as you take a deep breath. “To quote, "Ah, so you need more of my attention?””

“Ughh,” Ace breathes out, and you feel that quiet sigh on the skin of your neck. He is still incredibly close, but for that moment you can’t bring yourself to push him away. “You're lucky I like you. …And, by the way, you choose very wise man’s quotes.”

Deuce S. (forehead kisses)

“…”

“...”

“...Are you asleep?”

“...No. Not yet.”

The quilt rustles quietly as you sat up on the bed. You feel tired, your head aches, and your eyes seem too heavy. You are sure you've already yawned about five times since you said “goodnight”, but even after forty—you counted each one with agony—minutes of lying down, sleep wasn't taking you away.

Neither did Deuce, and that was your current greatest comfort.

“I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight,” you whisper, trying to make out his features in the darkness that merge into a dark room. But you are sure that that darker patch of shadow—Deuce—is looking at you as intently as you are looking at it. “Not after the movie that Ace picked out.”

Deuce slowly gets up and you can finally tell where his face is.

“He picked the wrong title,” Deuce agrees, sighing heavily. “I don't know if I can-... Erm, I mean, I'm not a fan of horror movies, but it's not that, that, I-.”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” you interrupt him gently and squeeze the duvet lightly in your fingers. You turn your gaze to a window where a hint of light shines through the gaps between the curtains. The moon must be very visible tonight. “I didn't like that film. You know what, Deuce? We can't let Ace choose movies ever again.”

“Right,” he put his hands through the strands of his hair. And then laughs at the memory he proceeds to describe you. “...When I was younger, my mother would often kiss me on the forehead whenever I felt I was too upset to sleep. I often tried to watch horror movies on my own so I could talk about them later at school, but... Haha. Anyway, somehow it always worked because I would go back to bed later and then—I think—I would fall asleep…”

“...Do you want to kiss me goodnight?”

“Ah-! N-no! That's not what I meant!” he protests. And then tries to look at you but finds it impossible. “Ah... Was that a request or a question?”

“An offer of a lifetime.”

Deuce remains in his bed for a few more moments but finally gets up. He pushes the curtains a little more and the room becomes much brighter. You could now see the games scattered on the floor that you had vowed to clean up in the morning, the outline of your beds and finally, and most importantly, yourselves.

He approaches you, quietly and carefully. You wait with a smile that you try to hide. You straighten up, put your feet on the floor, but still sit on the bed as Deuce brings his fingers to your face, and touches it with care as if you were a porcelain doll. Or a dream and Deuce was willing to believe in both cases.

He brushes your hair from your forehead and holds loose strands with one hand; the other is placed on the back of your head. He leans in. You hear him hold his breath and feel warmer as he presses his lips to the top of your head. You are sure he must have sensed the scent of his shampoo (you had a good reason for that: you had forgotten to take your own with you) because he quivers subtly as he inhales the smell bashfully.

And he must also be glad that it was still dark in here because, when you raise your gaze, his head is titled, as he often does when conscious of his blushes.

“…Are you calmer?” He whispers the question.

You nod slowly. Deuce carefully, almost reluctantly, steps away from you and sits down on his bed. Although he is no longer beside you, you can still feel the memory of how warm his skin and lips were. You gently touch the spot on your head where he had placed his kiss.

“If we don't fall asleep in the next half hour, we're going to go get some late-night snacks,” you decide, as you lay down, and you even notice Deuce smiling.

“Okay,” he chuckles. “And we can watch a better movie. But now try to fall asleep.”

“If I fall asleep now, I'll regret it.”

“You will say something else in the morning, tired.”

can i request trey jack leona and idia hcs with the bunny reader you did? they should all be majors if im not mistaken 😔

Trey, Jack, Leona Idia x male bunny reader head cannons SFW

A/N I didn’t know if you wanted nsfw too so I didn’t write it since I didn’t wanna make you uncomfy if you didn’t want it

Trey

He’s your number one teaser making lewd jokes pulling on your bunny ears making you blush in very serious moments, making you turn into a mess when he walks up behind you and starts teasing you while your fulfilling your duty’s with riddle.

Often times calling you his “pet bunny” just to further mess with you and it always works cause he just holds that power over you!

Jack

Rarely does he ever tease you but he will get upset or pull on your bunny tail, he likes to enjoy time talking despite his rugged demeanor he turns into a sweetheart for you behind doors but he’d never admit that aloud.

Jack often times loves you following the rules liking your calm cool demeanor and how smart you are but he also loves knowing he gets a sensitive side no one else sees.

Leona

He is the type to be into making you at your softest moments around him calling you nick names like “prey” or “little rabbit” while messing with you and teasing you like your some sorta bendable bunny.

He loves to poke at you when you try to study or focus on anything that isn’t him, he’s very jealous of you but had too much pride to ever admit it despite him making it obvious.

Idia

He was honestly intimidated by you when you two first met. Finding himself flustered as he stares at you being all strict running your errands and doing your duty’s for riddle as he watches from afar.

Getting shocked when you ask him pull reduced to a flushed mess making him blink getting flushed too but soon accepting your offer and become all flushed together and ultimately a cute and wholesome couple.

When they found out that Mc has wings (Angel! MC) pt.2!

notes: Male!mc x the various vice dorm leaders. I’m gonna add only the official vice-dorm leaders (no Ruggie, sorry) and I couldn’t write lilia either… I don’t feel like I know the character enough…sorry

prompt: when the vice dorm leaders found out that MC has angel-like wings after he’s been injured lightly (TW alert) by their dorm fellows

Trey clover 

He was walking to his dorm ‘cause Riddle called for him when he saw you in the roses garden, covered in red paint to the ground and two boys laughing

He went in protective big bro mode and scolded the two, sending them to meet Riddle and face their punishment for such thing

only after he realized that you were covered by something, its texture was almost completely invisible thanks to the thick red paint

Trying to move the thing, Trey realized that the thing wasn’t something like a jacked that you used for covering- Those things were "”glued”” to you body...and were feathered-

after two second of staring he understood that those were wings- but it wasn’t a deal at the moment! the red paint spilled on your hair and uniform as well.

not noticing that you were awake, he picked you up bridal-style and just carried you to ramshackle dorm

the moment he picked you up you started panic, in fear that he might not like you anymore or just as well think that you are some kind of strange beast to hate...stupid though? yeah, but you didn’t think of it at the moment!

you just excused yourself, asking him not to tell anyone as he left you on your bed.

he smiled softly, saying that there was no need to worry as he left a kiss on your forehead and left for you to proper rest and shower

the next day you invited him at your dorm and gave him a feather that fell in the night as a gift

he chuckled and gave you your favorite flavored cake! baked by him, of course

you ate the cake, cuddle and fell asleep right next to him as he caressed your head gently

“ thanks for your gift, my little angel. I will keep it safe and sound…just as I intend to do with you, of course”

Jade leech

Mostro lounge was closing after a very busy night, and Jade was cleaning the last tables, when he found you, asleep on a table

then he noticed two boys mocking you, saying some strange things and playing with something that were attacked to your back...wings?!

he rushed behind the two boys, putting a hand on his chest, eyes closed and bright creepy smile

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but we’ve already closed and I need you to help me clean the tables, so go to work ok?”

the two felt shivers down their spines as the tall boy talked and ran to go their chores.

later, Jade asked Floyd to take care of them :>

Jade held you in his arms as he made is way to the infirmary; one of the boys left your wings fall to the ground, and he wanted to assure that you were alright

As you woke up you found Jade standing by the bed, making sure that you were alright

you looked at him, a glimmer of admiration in your eyes: he just commanded the boys to go away and they ran! You probably neither would or could do that to someone...he was just so strongwilled!

you clang up to him as a thank you and left a kiss on his cheek, which became rosy after some seconds

you chuckled as the boy touched his cheek, as for making sure that it was there

After the little moment of unbelieving, he smiled at you: a warm, soft smile of his, as he asked if he could touch your wings, as he was curious about them

you smiled and nodded. He caressed them as soft as he could, praising you for your wings’s feathers softness

in the end he smiled, kissed your cheek as he greeted you and walk away, since Floyd was calling.

You were just  SO flustrated that you hid yourself in the wings

when Jade returned, he giggled at that pleasant sight

“ Aww...is my angelfish’s embarassed now? such a lovely view~”

Jamil Viper

Jamil just escaped Kalim’s attentions and was going to a room in the back of the dorm where he uses to practice break dance, When he saw you, trying to...pull sand out of your wings?!

He stayed there, at the door, with wide-opened eyes. He wasn’t disgusted or anything. Just surprised

Once you noticed him approching, you started to panic. Two boys from scarabia pulled you in the hot sand of the outstanding desert, mocking you all morning.

When jamil saw you with fear in your eyes as you closed your wings like a shield he felt horrible. You feared hum...? but why?? Was he this terrifing-looking?!

“yo-chill-” he tried to say as he kneeled in front of you, sitting with crossed legs. “ you...you ok? you’re injured or something?? I see that your wings have some little burns..can i assist you in some way? maybe medicating?? mh?”

“p-please just be careful..they’re very fragile...” you mumbled as you relaxed your wings for Jamil to take them in his hands

he was actually really tender as he medicated the wings, caressing them as an attempt to make you relax as well. He never meant no harm... especially after the overblot accident, everyone tended to avoid him even more. 

“ ok..should be ok” he spoke after some minutes

you opened your wings, which were double your body, big and pearled-looking. You looked like a mighty god who just ascended on earth to estirp all evils

that’s what Jamil thought. a ‘oh mighty seven’ escaped his lips as he watched you strech.

you looked flattered at him, smiling tenderly. “ something wrong?”

he blushed the moment you made him realize that he said those words out loud, looked the other way but didn’t get up. He somehow liked staying under your shadow. It was comforting, for once.

You smiled and hugged him, kissing his cheek with a ‘thank you, Jamil!’ As you got up.

he pressed his hand on his cheek as he watched you protect your tiny waist with your wings and made them invisible

“If you don’t mind, would you like to come to my room sometimes? No! not as a hangout, you dummy! For...the medications! yes, for the medications!”

Rook hunt 

Rook was going around in the forest just as always, hunting down little animals and such. That’s what he always did in his spare time other than going around stalking people 

He felt something move. Something leaned against a tree. He smirked and squat-walked to the place the rumor came from

You didn’t notice him at first. You got into a fight because a bloke mocked Epel. They pulled you against a wall and your wing got hurt

“Oh dear…” Rook let out the words flow in surprise. You squeaked in fear and tried to run away, but he catched you by the wrist and made you seat. You could hear your heart in your ears because of how fast and loud it was. 

You were sure he was going to kill you or something…he was a hunter after all. It didn’t matter that he was your crush and he was still very handsome in your eyes, he could’ve been a threat! You squeezed your eyes close, ready for a shot or something.

But that shot never arrived. You instead felt very soft caresses on your feathers. You opened your eyes to see Rook looking at you in worry 

“mon petit ange, what happened?”, he said, starting to caress your face as well. His face without a fox-like smile was indeed a rare view. “ oh, it’s nothing” you tried to say, but he didn’t left your wrist free. He had such a firm grip it almost felt like having a handcuff or something like that

“your wing is broken. Don’t try to fake to be ok, I notice when something’s off”. He kept cupping your cheek with his hand, caressing it with his thumb, which arrived almost on your eye. You looked down, “if I admit it you’ll hurt those people, and I don’t think it’s necessary”

He smiled lovingly, “oh, mon petit ange..” he kissed your forehead, making you cheeks heat up, before picking you up bridal style and bringing you back to your room, where he patched up your wings and spent a lot of time with you

He told you about his family, how (headcanon!) he had a lot of older siblings and thought that they would like you a lot

“ thank you…” you whispered. You both were on your bed with your shoulders touching. “No need to thank me, mon petit ange” he said as he  took your hand in his, kissing it lightly

 “If you ever feel threatened, please call me, dearest~”

Worry not tho, he will make the lives of those who hurt you a living hell <3

  I hope you enjoyed! bye!

Twisted wonderland boys when you turn into a baby!

Sooo, let’s say that in alchemy class something went wrong and you got transformed into a toddler, how would they take care of you?

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Leona: -At first Leona refused to take care of you because he already had enough with Cheka without having to take care of you now. -However, seeing how calm you were, he let you approach him little by little. -Little to say, Leona used you more as a stuffed animal than anything else, but look the positive side, he fed you perfectly (a lot of meat, Sorry if you happen to be vegetarian or vegan 😭) and he didn't leave you alone.

Trey: -Trey has younger brothers, so he knows exactly how to deal with you. -You make him very tender since you remind him of his little sister/brother, and at the same time Trey can't help but think about what it would be like to have a child with you in the future. -He cooked you a lots of sweets, from macaroons (sorry if I wrote it wrong 😭🖐🏻) to strawberry cakes, chocolate… -So Your tummy ended up hurting and he felt very guilty.

-But he made sure you brushed your teeth after eating!

Idia: -Panic. -Literally the only kid he knows how to deal with is Ortho, so when he sees you he gets very nervous. -Don't get him wrong, he finds you the most adorable and tender, but he just doesn't know what to do or say. -In the end the one who ends up taking care of you is Ortho while Idia plays her video games 5m away in his room. -Together with Ortho you played hide and seek for a couple of hours until finally the teachers found a potion to return you to your normal state.

Rook: -LOVES so much the idea of being able to see you this small and adorable look. -It's simple -He didn't leave you for a moment, a little more and you guys would even to shit together LMAO -He laughed when he saw you chasing the squirrels in Pomefiore's garden, he thought you were deadly adorable -He couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to raise your future children together, he definitely already has a whole life planned with you, it's inevitable, our favorite hunter unexpectedly became a prey for love <3

Malleus:

-It makes Malleus laugh how your little being looks at his horns with eyes full of curiosity. -He put you on his shoulders and carried you all the time, letting you touch his horns as much as you want, you can be proud, that is a privilege that he only grants to you because you are his beloved human <333 -He took you to see the gargoyles with him, honestly he is another one who took you everywhere with him. -Everything must be said and it is that he had to ask Lilia for a little advice because he controls more of the subject, although it was not too much since as we already know Malleus also participated in raising Silver and because of this he has a little experience

Jade:

-Jade is a very busy person without a doubt, after all he is the one who is in charge more than anything of managing the monstro lounge and of following Azul’s "orders" together with Floyd, however, he is capable of get organized enough to be able to take care of your infant self -He finds it very funny and tender to see your innocence from when you were little. -He certainly doesn't let you be with other students, especially Floyd, since it's not difficult for anyone to guess how that would end… Although he also does it because deep down he would be very jealous if someone stole your attention -He put a mushroom on your head 🕴

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I hope you all liked it, stay safe and healthy! <333