#leafity writes

Summary: Ace Trappola consoles you.

Ace wouldn’t have noticed you if it weren’t for the sound of your sniffles in the desolated hour, but he’s glad he had not brushed it off.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” A pair of hands cupped your cheeks, so gentle and fondly that it took everything in you to stop yourself from another round of tears. His voice was different from usual you noticed; it was soft and careful, as if he’s threading on glass. You took a deep breath as you finally met his eyes, glittering amber that focused only on you. It was obvious how terrible your current state was—with tears and snots all over your face—yet he didn’t show any hint of disgust, nor had he teased you with his sharp tongue that’d long turned blunt when he saw you crying in the hidden corner of the botanical garden.

“What’s…wrong?” he cautiously asked, brows furrowing in concern. Scenarios had flashed through his mind—even the worst possibilities—but he held his tongue from bombarding questions that'd overwhelm you even more. He sighed, using the cuff of his shirt to wipe your cheeks instead. “Nevermind that. Here, wipe your face for now. Or do you want me to grab tissues for you?”

A quick shake of your head was all you could do, though he’s quick on the uptake as he nodded in understanding. Crouching further in, he finally sat next to you with his head resting against your arm.

“Then I’ll stay here with you. Just take your time, alright?”

A shaky nod. He took your hands in his and gave it a squeeze.

Ace stayed uncharacteristically still as you tried to even your breaths, the gentle pressure of his fingers against your palm kept you grounded. It's a pleasant surprise that his silence calms you down, yet you gratefully accept his comforting presence with you.

Ace | Sapphire

Summary: I think Ace Trappola is a ruby type of person.

If one were to compare Ace to a gemstone, the answer might’ve varied, though most would’ve gone for the easiest answer: Ruby.

“It’s the hair,” You pointed out, “and eyes. I should’ve mentioned that first.”

“Obviously.” Ace huffed, flapping his shirt back and forth in an attempt to cool himself down. Both of you sat next to each other, spending the leftover time you had left before the hustle and bustle strikes again. Trey surely wouldn’t mind the detour they took on their way back from getting ingredients, he just had to make sure the fact that they had taken the detour never came to light.

The occasional gust of wind became their saviour in this hot weather. Though the ice cream from the shop lessened the unbearable heat, it was only when you found the perfect shade of tree, clear of obstacles that the heat magically worsened.

It didn’t take much convincing for both of you to take a short break from carrying the heavy bags of flour and eggs.

“But also because you’re affiliated to Heartslabyul, the embodiment of red as their trademark,” you continued, “and probably because they lack choices they could muster up in their brain too, I guess.”

Ace nodded in cue. It’s a solid argument, knowing most people, including him, were not well-versed in the art of gemology. You leaned further to rest your back on the bark of the tree, stretching your arms outward.

Sebek Zigvolt | Dance

Summary: You danced with Sebek.

 A step. A slide. A step in.

Between your bodies pressed close to each other, the clacking of footsteps echoing on the dance floor, and the shift of light that casted shadows on the seemingly endless window sills, Sebek had once again thrown you off.

“So you do know how to dance!” Another gasp of surprise left your mouth at the sharp turn he took. Your eyes twinkled in amaze that he couldn't help but feel his chest surged with pride.

“Of course!” He huffed, though his voice failed to hide his excitement. “It's one of the things you need to excel in as someone who'll serve for Malleus-sama, especially during formal parties hosted by the kingdom so as to not bring shame to his name."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the answer, unsure if it’s due to the exhilaration from the fast-paced steps, or from the giddiness of seeing the lit in his eyes that seemed to enjoy this as much as you do. It’s certainly like him to put in that much effort for the sake of his master, but that is still another part of him you’d come to adore; the passion and dedication to be of worthy. The room seemed to spiral just for the two of you, and your eyes focused on the man in front of you, whose hands shared a warmth you couldn’t find elsewhere.

“You're amazing, you know that?” Another laugh. Then came a soft whisper.  “This is why I love you to bits.”

It was as if a spell was broken and time continued. And seconds after the majestic turn and a slip on the footwork, it was now the floor that greeted your hands. Though greater concern lies on the face that was inches away from yours, namely your dance partner, who was quick enough to take the fall instead.

The expression he held was fascinating, to say the least.

Summary: Is Trey Clover a nice person?

Trey Clover, despite his kindness, had always found himself unable to admit that he’s nice.

Because it’s true, to a certain extent, that he’s not a nice person. Not once did he care whether the strawberry tart Riddle ate was filled with ‘love’, but instead whether it’s palatable to his tongue to placate his fury. And he turned a blind eye to many pleas for help, blinding himself with a fabricated reality where everything was in place. The gracious help he gave was only to avoid more problems that would come around to him in the future.

Trey Clover truly thought that he’s not a nice person.

Yet he finds it odd that he couldn’t say those words when you’re around.

Summary: What if Leona Kingscholar?

Warning: Content contains suggestive themes, slightly OOC

You weren’t sure of the turn of events that had led to your current state. It started off from a small discovery—your flustered expression and your dismissal over his approaches that had caught his attention, which then developed into a challenge he wouldn’t back down from.

Leona was mostly amused by the whole exchange. It was rare for him to feel this motivated in proving someone wrong and he knew it wasn’t like him to act this way, but the reactions you gave were far more rewarding than he’d expected; he couldn’t get enough of it.

Summary: Vampire!Trey. That’s all I can say

Warning: Content contains suggestive theme, and vampire stuff

A vow he declared within the depths of his heart to keep you pristine from harm.

Never once had Trey drawn a single drop of blood from you, despite your reassurance that he had your full trust. Knowing him, you’re sure he’d treat you with utmost care and respect. Yet he insisted on finding alternative ways to keep his quench, avoiding the possibilities to fall into such situations itself.

A/N: Although this is a fem s/o as per the request, I generally avoid using gendered terms so it is free to interpretation!

Epel Felmier | Macaron

Summary: Epel Felmier’s hair.

“Cotton candy...no, macaron...”

“What’s up with you and food?" Epel raised his eyebrows, stopping his hand movement as he took a glance at you across his seat. Although you were initially the one who suggested the study session, your works were long forgotten in favour of a thought that’s running through your brain. Your face rested on your arms that were outstretched to his direction, holding back your grin from looking at his confused face.

"I'm just listing the food that reminds me of you." You answered.

“And what is this based on?”

“Your hair colour.” You pointed at his hair, to which he unconsciously pinched between his fingers. “They have a similar colour as your hair, right?”

“You’re not wrong ‘bout that but…” Epel hummed, placing his chin on one hand as he fiddled with his pen on the other. “I’d prefer if you could compare me to something much more…”

“Much more...?” You trailed along.

“Bitter, I guess?” He raised his voice towards the end as if he questioned his own suggestion. His hands now rolled the tip of his pen over his lips as he pondered his statement. “Like dark chocolate for example, that sounds manlier to me.”

“But I think something sweet suits you better!” You exclaimed as you shot up on your seat, your sudden outburst rattling him awake from the drowsy evening. “It doesn’t make you any less manlier and..!”

You stopped. Epel noticed a blush growing on your cheeks but you were quick to hide it behind your arms.

“And I love sweets, so...” 

It was fortunate there was no one other than the two of you in the room for he’d surely get scolded from the lack of properness he’s displaying right now. Was his hair enough to cover the coursing heat across his cheeks?

Silver | Light

Summary:  Silver fell asleep again.

You’ve heard of the term sun-kissed skin. Along with the term comes a warm and bright atmosphere that surrounds the person, full of vigour and vitality.

On the contrary, the moon had instead kissed upon his skin. One could mistake him as a mirage—delicate and intangible to the slightest touch of hand with the way the moonlight was hitting the right places on his face to give him the most ethereal look you’ve ever seen yet. Your brave and gentle hands stroked his head gently as you marvelled the beauty that laid on your lap. His eyelash fluttered a few times, revealing the pair of eyes that held an infinite array of hues as he stared back at you.

Silver raised his hand to cup your cheeks, seemingly in a daze.

“Have you finally woken up from your deep slumber, my prince?”

“You made it sound like the old fairy tales.” He mumbled, his voice barely catching up with him from the grogginess of rousing awake. “How long was I out?”

“Not too long.” you combed your hand through his silvery locks of hair; it was as silky as you imagined it to be. “You could’ve stayed asleep anyways, it’s already late.”

And true to your words, a glance at the clock that adorned the wall indicates it’s the time where people would’ve tucked themselves to rest within their abode. Silver stared back at you, whose face laid atop his. Your lap provides the proximity and warmth that tempts him to leap back to his dreamland, yet he forces his eyes to look at the smile across your face.

“I was hoping we could talk a bit longer…” he trailed off, feeling a yawn about to leave his mouth.

“We have all the time tomorrow.” you giggled, moving away from him, before you repositioned yourself to lay by his side on the bed. “For now, let’s sleep.”