#heartslaybul x reader

TREY CLOVER ☘︎

↳ as a baker, trey loves having you over at his parents bakery and spend the day there―his parents are super nice to you, and sometimes embarrasses the heck out of him, it's kinda funny seeing him drag you away to buy you pastry just to switch topics

↳ he would offer to bake you something, now that I think about, he would most definitely take you to the back kitchen and teach you how to bake your favourite desserts.

↳ during the baking process, you both can't stop yourselves from goofing off. his parents left you both alone, so you were free to poke the hell out of him. you poked his cheeks, his sides, and even his nose―which unfortunately was covered with frosting.

↳ with a smirk on his face, he let the child him out with you and chased you in circles around the island table in the kitchen. eheh, food fights <3

↳ by the time the pastries are finished, he will offer to fed you knowing full well you can. he just feels like messing with you a little bit, "c'mon, sweetheart~ say 'aa~' " while placing a small tart in your mouth and he would wipe away any crumbs left on your chin.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♟

↳ although you would think taking naps with him would be the cute thing he does with you, it's more like mandatory thing rather then a once in a while type. this is a little bit of both mushed together. i thought it would be really cute of him to teach how to play chess.

↳ late one evening, he woke up to the sound of your grumbles and peaks an eye open to spot you across his room, legs crossed together as you stared down at his chess board he kept under his bed. unable to go back to sleep, he groans for you to come over and snuggle with him, but you being the very stubborn herbivore he fell for, you won't be going to sleep until you mastered the basics of chess.

↳ cue now the both of you sitting across from each other with the chess board in between and a very smug grin on the lions face. "checkmate," he states for the forth time in a row while your screaming into his pillow he had been forced to give you due to your outrages.

↳ a low chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you toward him, forgetting about the chess pieces and telling himself ruggie will clean them up and curls your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together, to lift you up and take you to the bed to fall back asleep.

↳ so maybe he doesn't fully teach you, but he likes the look of frustration on your face with you try to best him at his favorite bored game ever since he was a cub.

VIL SCHOENHEIT ⋆˙⟡

↳ spa days with vil are always in the schedule―facials, manicures, scalp messages―anything's up for grabs. so when you ask him if he can do his makeup, he smiles that smile of his and lets you.

↳ a few moments later your laying down against the purple sheets of his bed while he straddles you comfortably while he leans over your chest to add your eyeshadow. your head resting against the cushions of his pillows<3

↳ one hand firmly holding your jaw while his other paints your eyelids with eyeshadow, ever so often commenting on your beauty. he moves on to eyeliner, blush, and his favorite―lipstick.

↳ he will purposely add too much, a fake pain groan escapes his lips as he locks, "let me get that for you, my dear~" before cupping your cheeks with his hands to kiss your cupid's bow.

↳ he pulls away with your lip stain on his own, using his thumb to drag across your jaw he stares down at you with lust in his gaze.

↳ now that you look oh so pretty he wants to make a mess out of you to create an even beautiful masterpiece~ you didn't go back to ramshackle that evening.

ROOK HUNT °˖➴

↳ rook loves to go on walks with you around campus, even more when you both tend to wander too far off and get lost. but you don't have to worry about that with that he'll simply track his way back to campus, so don't worry your gorgeous little nose off.

↳ his favorite core memory with you is when you played hunter and prey in the middle of the woods, jokingly saying you can easily out hunt him―he'll never be able to find you. he takes the challenge head on, a devious smile on his face when he oh so nicely gives you a headstart. LMAO HAVE YOU SEEN HIM IN BEANFEST HUNTING DOWN VIL, YOUR SCREWED BABE. (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

↳ he loves a good chase if cat and mouse, especially if he knew the reward was seeing your face, he let his great hunter come out. it was probably around an hour before you felt confident enough that you were going to win this little game you started―hiding behind a tree log close to the edge of the woods, a sudden boo against your ear forced a scream out of you.

↳ the hunter grabs you by the waist before you could run and interlocks his fingers with yours, his hat dipped down to cover his face with yours and his eyes stare lovingly down at yours. extending your arm out with one hand, his other palms your hip with ease. almost his it belonged there.

↳ "mon trèsor, you put up quite a exhilarating hunt for moi...but unlike the way you make my heart beat ... you were not fast enough~"

↳ he then proceeded to kiss your face over and over and carry you around like a proud hunter who's caught his prey. this became a daily routine, unfortunately for you.

IDIA SHROUD 모

↳ co-op games with idia is his ideal picture of a date―no social interactions, no awkwardly standing in corners―just him and you alone in the darkness of his own room playing videogames.

↳ he has you sitting in his lap while he sits on the gamer chair, back straight enough for you to be comfortable―despite the flustered look on his face―playing all the co-op games he finds interesting and think you'll like.

↳ he doesn't bother what game it is, as long as you like he'll play it with you―that's his love language right there. if he sees you struggling he'll give you tips and tricks on how to beat the level, sometimes taking your controller to show you physically and have you do the rest.

↳ "quick, turn left and then double click x while holding the right bumper―that will get you up to the second platform to boost your characters' stamina ... wha―wut so you mean you can't ? i just saw you―ugh, you want me to do it for you? oh, you're serious? ... f―fine, give it here. watch carefully, yah?"

↳ sometimes he'll hover his energy drink at your lips as you take a sip from the straw he placed for you while your eyes are hyper focused on the game in front of you. if you joke about it being an indirect kiss, he'll hide his face in his hoodie until you apologize without giggling your ass off.

MALLEUS DRACONIA 𓆩𓆪

↳ honestly, this started with you and your obsession with booping him. the first time you've done it he was resting his eyes for a few moments during class until he felt a strange tap against his nose.

↳ he opens his eyes to find you snickering at his side, hands tucked under your lap and tired to refocus your attention on the lesson. it was difficult with a certain dragon heir staring down at you with a troubled look in his eye.

↳ the second time you do it is when it's after class, he was simply minding his own business waiting for your arrival until the same tap on the tip of his nose shook him. blinking slowly, a frog blink if you will, he finds you kneeling in front of him with a happy smile on your face.

↳ he questions lilia about it until the bat finally gives in, having fun teasing malleus' about how cute and adorable this whole scenario is. "she's simply showing her affection, malleus. khee hee he ... even i can see right through the human, despite my lack of knowledge for romance~"

↳ oh ... oooh. so this was your way of courting him. is what he basically understood from lilia's description. from that day on, malleus would always greet you with a boop to your nose― a cold, gentle finger brushing along your nosw―before he continues to pretend nothing happened.

↳ now his his turn to watch your face scrunch in confusion, added bonus is the cute blush on your cheeks when he does so.

LILIA VANROUGE 🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

↳ he strives in looking cute all the time, asking you how adorable is looks in every new outfit he buys and shows off to you. wait a minutes ... WHATS EVEN CUTER IS PUTTING YOU IN THE VERY SAME OUTFITS !

↳ you couldn't believe you were dating a man once served a royal guard to the princess of briar valley herself while you watched him rummage through new shopping bags full of clothes. after spending hours at different shops around the island―the day came to an end where he showered you with different outfits.

↳ with every outfit you put on the more he falls in love with you, the cute bow accessory on your neck, all the way down to your cute heels―he plants several kisses along your face.

↳ and this one in his favorite color, oh you what believe he's finding an outfit to match with yours. once getting the perfect, cute outfit―he snaps a picture of you with an old toney camera that prints out the pictures and keeps in his drawer full of other treasures he kept over the past centuries.

↳ "awh, you look adorable in this color, [name]―chan ! i might have some competition to beat, hm?" he teases when he gets in your face, cupping your cheeks as he hovers in front of you and leaves kisses all over your face.

↳ fashion shows with lilia truly leave you a flustered and mushy mess !

end notes; let's all be pictures from the actual cards and not tell lilia ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ ⁠⟵⁠(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠) bruh wtf leona's pic looks so much more darker and it pisses me off but i can't do nothing.

𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝜗ৎ ― 2026

Every student in Heartslabyul felt their soul leave their body in that very moment. No one could believe their eyes and ears. Did Riddle, like, THE Riddle just let you off with a simple warning? After you, quite literally, ruined the unbirthday party trying to catch your stupid little monster cat?

Cater immediately leaned over to Trey, who had been watching the situation play out with eyes wide as saucers.

"Did I hear that right?" Cater whispered, "Or did we just witness the laws of nature changing before our very eyes?"

Riddle straightened his posture, his defenses rising as he heard the whispers of everyone behind him breaking out.

"That will be enough gawking." He snapped, turning his head around to stare at his dorm members through narrowed eyes. "If you all have this much free time to waste, I have no issue assigning extra duties later tonight. Clean this mess up, now."

His sharp gaze landed onto the main culprits, giving them a warning look. Ace and Deuce visibly gulped, putting their hands up in surrender.

"You two will be having a discussion with me later. Consider yourselves lucky I have another important matter to attend to at the moment."

Riddle then made his way over to you with an extended hand, allowing you to grab it and pull yourself upwards. Cake fell off of your lap and onto the grass below, and you felt the shame rapidly creeping up on you.

"Riddle, I am so, so sorry about this. I'll be more careful next time. If you'd like me to make it up to you, I can–"

He waved his hand, his expression still irritated, but softening.

"Don't fret too hard over it. Just...be mindful next time. That's all we need to say about it." His voice was lower now, and though you could tell he was itching to say more, you appreciated that he seemed to hold back on you. "Let's get you changed. We can't continue the party with you looking like this."

Letting go of your hand, he turned on his heel and gestured for you to follow him back inside the dorm. To which you obliged, blissfully unaware of the eyes of half the dorm staring at you as if you had just been named the King of Hearts himself.

This was only the beginning. From that moment on, things got weirder. Much weirder.

Everyone knew that Riddle liked to stay on top of his strict, perfectly personalized schedules. This was a fact as widely known as how the sun rises and sets each day.

So when Trey caught a glimpse of Riddle's planner having your name written on it one day, slotted right in the middle, no bold or highlight– just there, as if you were a non-negotiable part of his days. It was safe to say he was becoming increasingly suspicious.

"Riddle. Listen, I'm not trying to pry into your business or anything," Trey started, taking a moment to make sure he worded the next part carefully. "But is there something going...you know...on between you and the Ramshakle prefect?"

Riddle raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what Trey could possibly be getting at. He paused his studying, placing his pen down to bring his full attention onto Trey.

"Whatever are you talking about? There's no difference in my relationship with them than there is with anyone else." And that was that. Topic avoided and dismissed.

Trey blinked at him, staring him down like Riddle just told him the sky above was neon green. He awkwardly placed his hands in his pockets with a slow nod, debating on whether or not he should push the subject.

"Alright. Sure. Just forget I asked, then." Riddle's head tilted, looking genuinely puzzled.

Did he seriously not know why he was asking?!

"If you say so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish these papers within the next fifteen minutes before the prefect arrives." He picked his pen back up and went straight back to writing away in his notebooks.

Trey opened his mouth, then closed it, turning himself right around and walking out the door before he said something that would end in a life altering revelation.

His stance was that Riddle should find out his increasingly obvious feelings for you on his own...though, as the days went on, it seemed their fellow dormmates didn't share the same sentiment.

You came around to the Heartslabyul dorm multiple times a week, not just for Riddle, but for your friends Ace, Deuce, and Cater.

The time you spent with them usually consisted of either helping them with their tasks that they always put off until last minute, namely Ace's tasks, or just hanging around to watch a movie and play random games.

These were not activities that the housewarden would usually partake in. He had more important things to take care of after all. Yet...something, or someone, must have changed his mind.

You hadn't even been inside of the dorm for more than five minutes before Riddle came walking out into the common room, casually taking a seat in a chair close in proximity to where you sat with a deck of cards in your hand.

Within seconds the game of uno was abandoned. Ace and Deuce practically dropped their jaws to the floor, and Cater wore a smile so large that his cheeks were already beginning to hurt. Cater pulled his phone out at the speed of light, snapping a picture of Riddle for his magicam account.

"Wow. Isn't it kinda wild how the housewarden just happens to come out whenever they're here?" Cater loudly announced, making both your's and Riddle's eyes widen.

Ace only added fuel to the fire.

"Yeah, seriously, what's up with that? Are you two together or something?"

"Not that we mind you joining us, housewarden!" Deuce made sure to chime in with a panicked expression. He didn't want Riddle to think he was unwelcomed or anything! "We're just surprised, is all."

Riddle looked taken aback. This was now the SECOND time someone has made such baseless accusations again you and him. Was it really so strange to want to be around you? In his eyes, you were one of the more tolerable people to spend time with. As frustrating as you could be with how often you got yourself into trouble, you were kind, you were intelligent, he always looked forward to having his daily tea while sitting by your side.

You waved your hands in defense, trying to deflect everyone's comments.

"Guy's it's really not like that, we're just good friends. Can we please just get back to the game now?" You quickly grabbed a few cards from the deck on the table, handing out a few to Riddle so he could join in on the next round.

And then it hit him.

Something about hearing you call him just your friend left a bitter taste in his mouth. Did that mean you saw him no differently than you saw the rest of the group in here now?

Which led him to asking himself the same thing. Did he...feel the same about you as he did the others?

.... Oh no. Oh no no.

He felt heat rise to his face, and when he looked up from the cards you handed him, he caught a glimpse of Cater giving him a smug, knowing smile.

Cater's phone camera flashed again, memoralizing the moment he realized that you in no way, shape, or form was just a friend to him.

Riddle was doomed.

Silver

It wasn't uncommon for Silver to not make it back to Diasomnia before curfew.

However, no one ever brought it up. Not seriously, at least. They'd notice his absence and shrug their shoulders. Either he was passed out somewhere, or he was out doing something of importance– at least, probably. Everyone had good faith placed in him.

Which is why it was no shock for Lilia to discover you laying peacefully in Silver's arms as you both slept under a great flowering dogwood tree, white petals gently falling onto the both of you with several little critters happily watching over your peaceful figures.

"Khee hee, isn't this just precious?" Lilia laughed to himself, bringing an oversized sleeve up to hide the smile spreading across his face.

While he would have loved to leave the two of you in peace, he couldn't allow you to spend the night outdoors. It was allergy season, after all. Too many hours out here and you'd wind up a sneezing mess from all of the pollen. As much as he'd love to cook up a warm bowl of healing soup, he'd rather see you and Silver stay healthy.

And so, his next best idea was carefully bringing you both back into the Diasomnia dorm, where he layed your sleeping forms ontop of the couch in the common room. This way he could continue to be a nosy old man and watch your reactions upon waking up in the morning. Perfect plan!

You woke up to a rather large audience.

An upside down figure smiling way too knowingly was the first thing within your line of sight as you blinked your eyes open. You jolted upwards, before realizing there was a suspiciously Silver shaped lump laying underneath you.

"What the–" you started, bringing your hands up to rub the sleep from your eyes. "Am I...in Diasomnia right now? How long was I out for?!"

"HUMAN." Sebek yelled from behind Lilia, coming towards you with a sharp glare and crossed arms. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF AT ONCE."

Lilia clapped his hands together, floating back down into a normal, upright position. He seemed to he having way too much fun with this situation.

"Finally someone here is making advancements. I was beginning to think that grandchildren were going to be completely out of the picture with you hopeless boys!" Your mouth gaped open. What the hell was he talking about right now?!

"Woah woah, slow your roll over here, Lilia! Silver and I aren't–"

You were cut off with the sight of Malleus stepping forward now with hands folded neatly behind his back, eyes practically glowing as he scanned the scene in front of him. He had an infuriatingly playful smirk on his face.

"If I may add, it appears the two of you must have grown even closer within the last few weeks. Care to explain just how you ended up here?"

Lilia lit up with a proud expression. "That would be my doing. If I had left them out there, they'd be sneezing themselves into oblivion by now. It gets chilly out at night, you know." He wagged his finger at you with a soft 'tsk tsk' sound, making your eye twitch. This whole situation was humiliating! And Silver was STILL asleep underneath you...!

"THIS IS HARDLY BECOMING OF ONE OF LORD MALLEUS'S RETAINERS! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT IF YOU WISH TO BEGIN COURTING ANOTHER, YOU MUST FIRST START BY WRITING THEM SEVERAL HEARTFELT LETTERS–" before Sebek could finish his passionate rambling on how he was taught relationships should play out, Silver finally began to stir from his slumber.

His brows were furrowed, fingers that were still resting against your hip gently tightening around you instinctively. He let out a soft groan, slowly opening his eyes.

The first thing Silver noticed was you, sitting up on top of him. He gave you a small smile.

"...Good morning." His voice was still sleepy, but when you didn't greet him back, his eyes drifted past you.

Sebek, Lilia, and Malleus all stood silently in front of him, all with vastly different expressions on their faces. He...didn't like the look of any of them.

There was a long, painful silence. Naturally, Sebek was the first to ruin it.

"SILVER. WHY ARE YOU STILL HOLDING ONTO THEM?!" He exploded, and for the first time Silver noticed his hand on your hip. "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. ENTIRELY IMPROPER."

You practically jumped onto your feet, brushing any dirt and white petals off of your clothing from where you laid the night before under the flowering dogwood tree.

"Well, as fun as this is, I really need to get going now! Knowing Grim he's definitely either worrying himself sick or has dug himself into our entire food supply in my absence, leaving nothing left." You spoke quickly, clearly embarrassed. Your face felt hot, and you wanted nothing more than to sprint out of here and never be perceived again. Yep, it sure would be awesome if the carriage that brought you here would come back to run you over a second time. Maybe in the next alternate universe you'd be in a nice lovely void.

"Wait, hang on." Silver propped himself up on the couch, pushing off and going to stand beside you. He brought a hand up to your head, picking another stray petal from your hair. "I'll walk you to your dorm. It's a long way from here."

"Ah, I've raised such a gentleman! You two kids stay safe on your walk. And have fun! Not too much fun though." Lilia beamed as he watched you two interact. Silver shot him a warning glare. Knowing his father, the old bat was already planning the wedding and your vow renewals. This was even more mortifying for him than it was for you, he wanted to ensure you.

As the two of you headed out on your way to Ramshackle, you couldn't help the guilt that was bubbling in your chest. With a frown, you looked over to Silver, who seemed equally lost in his own thoughts.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of you family." You spoke softly, eyes darting to the ground immediately. Silver looked shocked at your apology, not expecting you to be the sorry one.

"You didn't embarrass me," he said gently, "Not even a little bit."

You blinked at this. "I...didn't? But your family–" he stopped you right there with a shake of his head and a fond smile playing on his lips.

"My family is just like that. Trust me, they meant no harm. If anything, I was worried I had embarrassed you." He admitted. You watched as the faint morning light began filtering through the trees, practically illuminating him like a real prince from a fairytale.

You felt something in your chest tighten, and you quickly looked away from him.

The rest of your walk was relatively silent, but not the uncomfortable kind. Neither of you knew what else to say on the subject, you were just enjoying the presence of each other's company before he had to return back to his own dorm.

By the time Ramshackle came into view, your mood only brightened.

"Silver, I know you'll need to leave soon, but would you like to–"

CRASH.

The familiar sound of a certain direbeast came into earshot. You heard a panicked scream from inside your dorm, and felt dread crawl up your body.

This is exactly why you can't leave that little monster by himself! If only you got a babysitter for him before leaving last night...!

"DON'T FALL, DON'T FALL!" You heard Grim yelling, making you and Silver break out into a sprint.

You practically slammed the door open, trying not to pay attention to the way you definitely broke one of the dusty old hinges in doing so. Of course, just as you suspected, Grim was hanging off of the pantry like he was doing some kind of horrific gymnastics sequence.

You looked around at what appeared to be a crime scene before you as Silver rushed over to pluck Grim off of the pantry.

Flour was spilled all over the floor, and several cans of food had busted everywhere. You hid your face in your hands, feeling your every last ounce of patience slowly fizzling away.

"I was just tryin to make breakfast for when you came back! And then the food just started attackin' me!" Grim attempted to defend himself, and you just gave him an unimpressed stare.

Silver placed Grim back down safely onto the floor, already moving to try and fix the pantry half hanging off the wall. Despite Silver having been Grim's literal savior, he seemed shocked once he finally noticed him.

"Huh? Why is he here?" He squinted, looking between you, who was already grabbing your trusty broom and dust pan, and Silver, who was really trying his best with putting that pantry back on the wall.

You let out a sigh. "I'd rather be the one asking the questions, Grim. What were you thinking?!"

It was too ambitious of you to hope that you could turn the conversation back around onto Grim, who looked way too immersed into his own conspiracy theories now, not paying your question any mind.

"Uhh, are you two like...a thing now?" Grim hopped onto one of the dusty dining room chairs, tail flicking from side to side as he squinted at Silver suspiciously. He didn't know if he liked the idea of someone dating his henchhuman. What if you didn't pay attention to him much anymore?

You and Silver rushed to answer his question at the same time.

"No!"

"...I don't think so."

Grim rolled his eyes. "Yeahhh, sure. Well then if you're not together, don't go leaving me in the dust next time! You didn't even tell me ya weren't comin home!" He scolded you, practically pouting now.

"I didn't expect to be out all night either, okay? Next time I wont leave you by yourself. Especially now that I see you just get into trouble." You scolded, sweeping more harshly now. Grim just gave you a nervous chuckle in response.

Silver glanced between you and Grim, before carefully interjecting to try and calm you both down.

"I don't mind coming here more often." He said simply "That way you wont have to handle all of this..." he looked to Grim, and then the complete mess of a dorm you lived in. "all by yourself..."

Grim perked up at that. "Are ya implying you'd do some chores around here?"

Silver nodded. "If that would help. I'd be more than happy to."

"He can stay!" Grim announced suddenly, his entire demeanor towards Silver changing just like that.

You let out a soft laugh at them both, the frustration you felt easing away.

Maybe you and Silver did act a little like a couple. You looked over at him with admiration as he continued to interact with Grim, your heart rate rising steadily in your chest.

You'd be okay with it if you did become one someday.

Dividers by priestboy

He’s standing there all stiff and red-eared like, “W-Why are you here?!” ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!

And then the door SLAMS. Locked.

From outside, you hear Cater going, “Good luck, you two! ♡” And someone else giggling like they’ve waited WEEKS for this.

Riddle’s face goes >:O

He crosses his arms, trying so hard to look composed. “This is preposterous. Completely unnecessary. Utterly—”

Then he glances at you and freezes.

Because oh no. It’s just you. Alone. In a very small space. Where he can’t escape his feelings.

He swallows hard and suddenly can’t look you in the eyes. He’s trying to talk about the rules, but his voice keeps stuttering like a Victorian maiden.

You take one step closer.

And his back hits the wall like you cast a spell on him.

He’s bright red now. Visibly panicking and also stubbornly refusing to move away.

“I— I’m not afraid, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he declares, which is absolutely the declaration of someone who is very much afraid.

There’s silence. Your faces are close. He wants to put his mouth on your mouth for sure.

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. He looks like he’s arguing with himself internally.

Then he blurts out, “I LIKE YOU, ALRIGHT?!”

Super loud. Super abrupt. Like someone dropped a truth bomb directly on him.

He immediately slaps a hand over his mouth like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.

You laugh. Just a little. He's cute.

And Riddle looks like he might pass out.

“Please don’t tease me,” he whispers, cheeks blazing, eyes fluttering away. “This is already humiliating enough…”

So you take his hand. Just gently.

He gasps. Actually gasps. SCANDALIZED.

But then, He squeezes your hand back.

When the door finally unlocks, Cater opens it with his camera in hand, ready to be chaotic.

And Riddle storms out, dragging you with him, declaring, “THAT’S QUITE ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!”

── ⋆⋅☆ TREY CLOVER

You’re 'helping' Trey in the kitchen, which mostly means snacking on ingredients while he sighs fondly and pretends he doesn’t see you.

It’s calm, warm, very domestic.

Then Ace and Cater pull off the most chaotic alliance of their lives and shove both of you straight into a closet, slamming the door behind you.

You stumble, Trey catches you by the waist like it’s instinct, and suddenly you’re pressed together in a very small, very dark space.

He blinks down at you, startled. “Oh. Well… this is new.”

Outside, someone whispers loudly, “C’mon, just kiss already!”

Trey exhales like he’s questioning every life choice that led him here, but his ears and cheeks? Bright pink.

He adjusts his glasses even though he can’t even see in here, trying to look composed.

“Well. Looks like we’re stuck for a while.”

But then you look up at him and something in him shifts.

He tries to joke about the situation. You tease him back.

His laugh is quiet, warm… but he’s suddenly not meeting your eyes?

He’s thinking about it. He absolutely is.

You step a little closer. Just a breath. And he freezes.

“…You’re doing that on purpose,” he murmurs, half-flustered, half-amused.

Your hand brushes his.

He swallows.

And then he lets out this tiny, resigned sigh, like he knew this was going to happen eventually, he just hoped he’d be a little less obvious about how badly he wanted it.

“Alright,” he says softly, “you win.”

He lifts a hand to your cheek, gentle, careful, and leans in slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted.

But you don't want to pull away >:D

His lips meet yours in a warm, steady kiss.

It’s not rushed. It’s not messy.

It’s Trey. controlled, sincere, melting just a little the longer he kisses you.

When you both pull back, he’s smiling in that small, smirky way.

“…Guess that’s one way to pass seven minutes.”

The door yanks open. Cater is recording. Ace is screaming.

Trey steps out calmly, still holding your hand.

Later, he brings you extra tarts. A ridiculous amount.

And kisses you again in the kitchen when he thinks no one’s looking.

── ⋆⋅☆ CATER DIAMOND

You’re minding your business, truly, you're both scrolling through Magicam on the couch while Cater lounges beside you, stealing glances every time he thinks you’re not looking.

He’s going on about some new filter, some trend, something ridiculous Ace did… the usual Cater whirlwind.

And then, whoa, someone shoves the two of you into a supply closet?

The door slams. Locked.

Cater blinks, stunned for exactly one second before he laughs, “Okaaay, wow, not the vibe I expected today, but sure!”

He turns on his phone flashlight, illuminating the cramped space and you?

Very close.

“Uh oh,” he teases with a soft grin, “guess it’s just you and me, bestie~”

But that last word comes out a little too warm.

Outside, someone shouts, “Kiss already!!”

Cater gasps dramatically. “Wow, they’re bold, could never be me.”

He’s lying. He is bold, just not when it’s you.

He shifts in place, trying to look casual, but he’s fidgeting with his bracelets and chewing the inside of his cheek. His whole face is lit up pink because of you.

“So like… this is kinda funny, right?” he says with a laugh that wobbles just slightly.

You step closer. Barely a step. His breath catches.

“O-okay, um…wow. You’re really…” His eyes flick to your lips, then away. “Playing hardball today, huh?”

You tease him. >:) He crumbles instantly.

“Don’t do that to me,” he whispers, smiling helplessly.

Looks at you again, and the whole playful front slips for a moment.

“…Can I?” he murmurs.

You nod. hehe.

And Cater leans in, slow and careful, like he’s scared he’ll ruin the moment, until his lips meet yours in the sweetest little kiss. He presses in a little more, hands trembling just enough to give him away. Aww.

“Okay,” he whispers, “that was way better than any filter.”

The door swings open.

Cater grabs your hand and bolts.

── ⋆⋅☆ ACE TRAPPOLA

You’re hanging out in the lounge, playing a lil game, while Ace insists he’s totally beating you at whatever game you’re playing (he’s not).

He’s talking trash, leaning way too close, bragging about his “pro-gamer reflexes,” all that NONSENSE.

You roll your eyes.

Then, because someone EVERYONE finally gets sick of the two of you flirting like middle schoolers, they shove you both into a broom closet.

The door slams. Locks. Someone yells, “GET IT OVER WITH!”

Ace nearly eats the floor. Loser.

“HEY- WHAT THE-?! I wasn’t done winning!!” he protests, pounding on the door while you try not to laugh.

He stops. Realizes how close you are. Freezes.

“Oh.” Suddenly, real quiet.

He flips on the little light from his phone, illuminating the tiny space and you, inches away.

He clears his throat. “Sooo… this is kinda awkward, huh?” :)

Meaning: He has absolutely no idea what to do with his hands.

He keeps glancing at you, looking away, glancing again, looking away even faster.

“You’re like… really close,” he mutters. Stupidly.

You point out he’s the one leaning forward.

“That’s- I- NO I’M NOT-” Yes, he is.

He tries to cover his embarrassment with jokes. Fails miserably.

“Look, don’t get any ideas,” he says, poking your arm. “Just because we’re locked in here doesn’t mean I’m gonna-”

You step closer.

“H-Hey- wait- don’t-” He swallows. Hard.

And then he looks at you again, and suddenly he can’t hold the act together.

“…Can I?” he asks, voice way too soft for Ace Trappola, the menace.

You barely nod before he grabs your waist and smashes your mouths together, fast at first, like he’s scared he’ll chicken out, then slower, deeper, like he’s been waiting way longer than he’ll ever admit.

He pulls back, breathless, eyes wide.

“…That didn’t count as losing, right?”

You kiss him again, and he decides he doesn’t care.

── ⋆⋅☆ DEUCE SPADE

You and Deuce are sitting together after class, “studying.” And by studying, you mean he’s trying very hard to look focused while absolutely staring at you every time you look down at your notes.

He’s like a puppy trying to act serious. Adorable. Terrible at it.

He’s rambling about wanting to be an honour student, how Ace is probably breaking school rules right now, and then- whoops- “You make me want to be better.”

Immediate wide-eyed panic. He did NOT mean to say that out loud. STOP LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT.

Before you can even say anything, Ace materializes like the little menace he is, grabs both of you by the collars, and shoves you into a supply closet.

The door SLAMS. LOCKS. AH.

Someone yells, “KISS OR WE’RE NOT LETTING YOU OUT!”

Deuce loses all motor function.

“H-Hey!! You can’t just- WHAT DID WE DO?!”

He’s banging on the door like a very polite, very panicked police officer. No one responds.

He slowly turns around and sees you. And realizes how small the space is.

His soul transcends the mortal plane.

“Oh- uh- hello-” His voice cracks like a prepubescent choir boy.

He whips out his phone flashlight because he 'needs to assess the environment.'

No. He just can’t see and his brain is short-circuiting.

The soft light hits your face and he literally MALFUNCTIONS.

“O-Oh. Wow. You’re… um. You look… nice. Not that you don’t normally- I just- I didn’t- I mean-”

He’s buffering. Please wait.

You tease him about being nervous. Tragic mistake.

“I’M NOT NERVOUS!!” he insists, voice three octaves too high. “I’m just- it’s close quarters- and you’re- and I- and-”

You take one step closer. He visibly stops breathing.

“WAIT- HOLD ON- I- YOU- DON’T-”

You take his hand. He dies. Comes back. Dies again.

He stares at your joined hands like they’re the key to world peace. Then he looks up at you with those wide eyes.

“…Can I?” he whispers. ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

You nod.

Deuce leans in carefully, like he’s defusing a bomb, and kisses you. It’s soft, a tiny bit shaky, and so stupid it almost hurts. He squeezes your hand tighter.

When he pulls back, his face is basically a tomato.

“I- um- I really liked that,” he says, voice tiny.

You kiss him again. His brain shuts DOWN.

The door bursts open.

Deuce turns redder (impossible) and shouts, “STOP LOOKING!! THIS IS- THIS IS PRIVATE BUSINESS!!”

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey's not exactly sure when the revelation first hit him, but the thought has been at the forefront of his mind ever since it first entered

‧₊˚ ┊ "You know… I don't know how I ever lived life without you in it."

‧₊˚ ┊ The admission comes in the peaceful quiet of Ramshackle's lounge with the faint crackle of the lit fireplace serving as background noise to the baking show that neither you nor Trey are really watching

‧₊˚ ┊ You blink at Trey in confusion, a bit thrown off by the sudden confession but nonetheless delighted by the tenderness of it

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, I'm sure you got on just fine, Trey. You wouldn't have even known I exist if I hadn't come to this world."

‧₊˚ ┊ It's then that Trey is hit with a second realization

‧₊˚ ┊ All of this is a mistake, or a 'happy accident' as you would probably put it

‧₊˚ ┊ You were never meant to be in Twisted Wonderland, you were never meant to meet Trey, and you sure as hell weren't ever meant to fall in love with him

‧₊˚ ┊ It's this simple fact that makes Trey realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life to begin with

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey holds you a little closer when you retire to your room that night, practically trying to meld your two bodies together so he never has to let you go

‧₊˚ ┊ Come morning, Trey is reluctant to let you go

‧₊˚ ┊ He now understands that every moment with you is precious — a blessing that he is endlessly grateful for

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey trails after you like a lost puppy for the next week — only stepping away to bake your favorite sweets to surprise you with later

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey is a pretty chill guy (lol), so his increased affection is noticeable

‧₊˚ ┊ It's not like he wasn't loving before, but he's especially doting now

‧₊˚ ┊ It's over a fresh batch of cookies made especially for you that you question Trey about this new version of himself

‧₊˚ ┊ "Soooo, what's got you feeling all lovey dovey lately? You trying to butter me up, or something?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course not. Can't I do something nice for you without me having an ulterior motive?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Then what's all the sweets and affection for? I mean, I'm not complaining, but I'm dying to know what's brought all this on."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I just want to treat you. You're something special and I value your presence in my life, so I figured I need to step up my game and lay it on thick."

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, bless your sweet, loving, amazing boyfriend

‧₊˚ ┊ Is it ethical to makeout in the Heartslabyul kitchens? No. Is it sanitary? Probably not. Are you likely to get caught? absolutely. Despite it all you can't bring yourself to care about any potential consequences as you kiss Trey senseless.

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey would usually stop you from getting too frisky in the kitchen, but he's feeling so needy that he can throw away his morals just to indulge in you a bit

‧₊˚ ┊ "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You have. Have I ever told you that I'm madly in love with you?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You have."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll tell you everyday if you want."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Marry me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I will once we graduate."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll hold you to that, Trey."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise."

‧₊˚ ┊ Wolves mate for life, and now that Jack's found you, he's never letting you go

‧₊˚ ┊ You really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and Jack couldn't ask for a better significant other

‧₊˚ ┊ Life before you seems to pale in comparison to the future he hopes to forge with you after graduation

‧₊˚ ┊ You're everything, and Jack doesn't want to lose

‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think a could ever bear losing you. To be honest, I don't even know how I got on before meeting you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "You probably would have been fine. I'm not even supposed to be in this world, so we were never even meant to meet each other in the first place."

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack had definitely forgotten about the whole you being from another world thing, but now that you've reminded him of that fact he's all the more grateful to call you his

‧₊˚ ┊ It's hard for Jack to actually reconcile that you aren't supposed to be as big a part of his life as you are

‧₊˚ ┊ He's planned his entire future around you and being with you and he can't imagine anyone else taking your place

‧₊˚ ┊ This instills a newfound fear in Jack: that you'll go back to your world one day and leave him all alone

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack can't have that, of course, so he steps up his game to show you just how much he loves you

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is a wolf beastman, so it only makes sense that he expresses his dedication to you as a wolf would

‧₊˚ ┊ Be prepared for constant nuzzling and affection like biting and licking (he's also trying to put his scent on you to make sure other beastmen know you're his and his alone)

‧₊˚ ┊ While Jack is a wolf, he will trail behind you like a lost puppy growling at anyone who so much as dares to look at you longer than five seconds

‧₊˚ ┊ It's cute, really — your big, bad wolf is just a little pup when you comes to you

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is practically all over you at all times — so much so that it becomes a bit difficult for to get anything else done

‧₊˚ ┊ "Jack, we both have homework to do. We can cuddle later, but I'd rather not get chewed out by Crewel for turning in my work late."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Do you not love me anymore?"

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack isn't really one for dramatics, so it's safe to say you're surprised by his question

‧₊˚ ┊ "What makes you think that?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You want to leave me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "No, I want to get my work done and then continue cuddling. What's with you lately? You can barely let me go for longer than a minute without getting all huffy."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I'm so happy to have you in my life and I don't want you to leave, so I'm tryin' to show you how much I love you."

‧₊˚ ┊ Damn, you weren't expecting that

‧₊˚ ┊ "I see. Well, I guess homework can wait, then."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really?!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, you can't help but smile at the excited wagging of Jack's tail — he really is just an overgrown puppy

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really. I'm blaming you of Crewel gets on my ass about my homework being late, though."

‧₊˚ ┊ "That's fine. You can tell him I ate it, or something."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think he's gonna believe that, but I appreciate the sacrifice."

‧₊˚ ┊ "It's no problem. I love you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Love you too, Jack."

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek will forever be thankful for the impact you've had on his life

‧₊˚ ┊ You've taught him so much and helped him overcome his own backwards ways of thinking and for that he's eternally grateful

‧₊˚ ┊ This doesn't dawn on Sebek for a while, but once he does be prepared for him to scream how much he adores you from the rooftops of NRC (don't actually let him do this tho — he's already had detention three times this week)

‧₊˚ ┊ "(Y/N), YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN WORDS COULD EVER EXPRESS! I AM A BETTER MAN AND A BETTER KNIGHT THANKS TO YOU! I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT MY LIFE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITHOUT YOU IN IT!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, please stop screaming, Sebek — I'm right here. Second, I'm sure your life wouldn't be too different if you'd never met me — I'm not even supposed to be in this world, after all."

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Sebek's poor heart breaks at your words

‧₊˚ ┊ Now that you're so intertwined with his life he can't imagine what it would be like without you in it

‧₊˚ ┊ Sure, you weren't meant to be here in Twisted Wonderland, but Sebek considers you're accidental arrival to be a blessing

‧₊˚ ┊ Also, do you truly doubt your impact on Sebek's life? Must he write down all the ways in which you've made him the man he is today?

‧₊˚ ┊ Perhaps Sebek needs to show you how important you are through actions rather than words — surely that will get the point across

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek it's usually quite shy about PDA — much preferring to be affectionate in private to save himself the embarrassment of being all soft and sweet towards you in front of any prying eyes

‧₊˚ ┊ Much to your surprise, all that pervious hesitation goes out the window now that he has something to prove

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek now greets you with a kiss on the cheek rather than the usual chaste peck to the back of your hand

‧₊˚ ┊ You're not gonna question it, but you immediately notice his increased affection towards you

‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, you let it continue without a word just to see how far Sebek is willing to go

‧₊˚ ┊ He starts off small — walking you to your classes and carrying all your books for you, or making sure to get your favorite foods from the cafeteria before they run out

‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Sebek decides to up the ante

‧₊˚ ┊ Now Sebek greets you with a kiss smack dab on the lips and a new handpicked bouquet every day

‧₊˚ ┊ You needn't worry about walking to class anymore, for your devoted knight (boyfriend) carries you to all your classes himself (he somehow still manages to get to his own classes on time too)

‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Sebek fashion, it all becomes a little too much, so you finally decide to confront him about all the grand gestures he's been doing

‧₊˚ ┊ "Sebek, you know I love you, right?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course, you tell me multiple times a day, dearest. I love you as well — more than anything in this world."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Is that why you've been so over the top lately?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Over the top? Why, I consider my actions as of late to be the tip of the iceberg. You are my significant other and I love you most ardently, so I just convey as much by lavishing you with affection and making your life better — just as you have made mine."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Awwww, you're so sweet, Sebbie! You really don't have to go to such lengths for me, ya know? I appreciate it, but I don't want you running yourself ragged for my sake."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Nonsense, a good knight would make the ultimate sacrifice for the one they love the most. You are the most deserving of my love and effort and I strive to give you my all each and every day."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm not asking to go die for me, Seb. I'd never ask you to do that. I know you love me, but you can tone it down a bit, sweetie."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I would die for you if you asked it of me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I know, Sebek, but then I'd be sad and lonely without you. If you're dead that someone else could come and sweep me off my feet and you wouldn't want that, would you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I— I hadn't thought that far ahead. Perhaps you are right. In that case, I shall refrain from sacrificing myself for you lest I lose you to another. I must admit, I would be quite sad to be without you too and it would especially hurt to see you fall for another."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, luckily enough you're alive and I'm crazy in love with you, so neither of us have anything to worry about!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yes, what luck I must have to be blessed to be able to call you mine."

‧₊˚ ┊ "The feeling's mutual, Seb."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I should hope so. I haven't been doing all of this for a one-sided romance."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't worry, this is definitely mutual. I'm as devoted to you as you are to me, my gallant night."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I do so love it when you call me that."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll call you that every day for the rest of our lives."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I shall hold you to that promise, dearest."