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jester-lover · 8 months

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Hi! How are you doing?

May I please request fem!reader having a 'Cinderella fairytale moment' with the first years?

You know like NRC is hosting a ball and they're waiting for her and then she enters wearing a ballgown and all eyes are on her because she looks so beautiful? If that's alright?

Magic Moment

W/ the First Years! + PLATONIC! Trein (I had to for this ask)

I’m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking! This ask is super cute and I’d happily answer more like it!

CW/ Fem! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness, average Sebek behavior (he’s my favorite), MR. TREIN BEING A BETTER ADOPTIVE FATHER THAN CROWLEY, I tried to leave the dress details vague, but the general ballgown shape is mentioned

The bustling sounds of the Ball were ringing through your ears as you slowly walked through the hall into the ballroom, your wide ball flowing behind you. Grim had already shot past and went straight for the buffet, which was expected but did nothing to stop your nervous mind.

Suddenly you felt a comforting presence beside you, and you turned around to see Professor Trein, wearing robes with a bit more formal flair.

"I can assure you that they won’t bite; those boys are rambunctious, but they have a certain level of decorum."

He had a rather comforting smile on his face, which you mirrored as a surge of confidence went through you.

"Thank you, Professor."

He nodded slightly as you turned on a heel, holding your head up higher with a small smile on your face.

The great doors opened with a small creek as you stepped onto the main staircase, the bustling crowd flitting throughout the ballroom as you stood at the helm of the stairs.

All eyes were on you, and the crowd seemed to shush a little as you glided down the stairs. The flowing dress made you seem like you were floating. As you stepped onto the main floor, the sensations hit slowly; the sweet smells of the chocolate fountain and the gentle viola and cello melodies set a soft mood.

However, all of the decadence was put to shame when you saw a familiar face waiting for you.

Ace

He had to cram himself through a crowd of eager boys, all wanting what he did, the first dance of the night with you

Ace’s usual smug grin feels a little shaky, just like his hands as they grasp onto yours

“You wouldn’t mind if we danced, would you?”

His voice is almost nervous as he takes in the sight of you, your beauty and how lucky he is to call himself yours

he guides you to the center of the ballroom, as the lights dim slightly and the music becomes romantically fast paced and delicate

His hands clasp at your waist gently as the two of you begin stepping in matching order

Your gorgeous dress flutters on the ballroom floor as Ace twirls you to the music

After the two of you danced till your legs were sore, you wander off by the gardens

“I feel like I’ve been a little quiet tonight, don’t get too used to it, okay?”

Ace’s usual quips become a little gentler, you can tell he really wants you to have a nice time, and also because he wants you to think well enough of him to spend more time together

He’ll take any chance he gets to prove himself to you

The night ends with a kiss on the cheek as his face turns redder than his hair

Deuce

Through the bustling ballroom, Deuce used all his track skills to get to you as fast as he could before someone else could woo you away

“P-please let me have a dance with you!”

You guide him to the dance floor as the music gets slow and soft, his hands still against your waist as his heart beats normally again

This sweet boy is trying desperately to remain respectful in front of a lady, especially one as special as you

as the two of you twirl through the night, his gaze never left yours, you felt yourself fall deeper in love with the boy in front of you

Deuce guides you off to get some light refreshments when the two of you seem tuckered out, and the two of you exchange pleasantries as the party dissipated

He walked you home after the Ball, dutifully watching for anything that could cause you harm until you stepped onto the Ramshackle grounds

You kiss him on the cheek and wish him farewell, as you walk back into your dorm to a chorus of cheering ghosts

"....A kiss...? Wow...."

Epel

Epel’s eyes met yours as fireworks seemingly erupt in his head

he rushed (undignified in Vil’s opinion) to you and softly grasped your gloved hand between two of his own

He presses a kiss to your glove as he confidently raises his voice

“Can I dance with you? I’ll be a good partner!”

(You swear you can see steam come out of Vil's ears at his abrupt question)

as Epel dances with you, he makes sure to keep the mood light and fun with a couple jokes and jabs at the professors expenses

his movements are quick as he guides the dance, but he makes sure to keep at a similar tempo to you so you don't look strange

the two of you are definitely the 'it couple' at the Ball, with your looks and attire

Epel gets bored of the attention quite quickly, and the two of you end the night somewhere quieter, like the calm balcony of the ballroom

he tells you stories of the perilous prep Vil and Rook made him do before the dancing, how hard it was to learn the old style of waltz they preferred

"It was horrible, but I guess it was all worth it, seeing how much fun you had and everything..."

The two of you part ways when Vil sweeps him away for pictures, but he promises to dance with you again when the chance arrives

Jack

His breath hitches in his throat as he sees you, his pace quick as he walks up to you with a mildly dazed expression

“Um, could I dance with you? If it’s alright with you of course…”

As the music softens, Jack becomes painfully aware of how soft and beautiful you are, and decides to treat you like a piece of glass

his hands hover, and his red face is tucked into your shoulder as the slow dancing begins

the closeness between the two of you is tender and kind, and he eventually loosens up a little as the pace of the cello gets steadily quicker

Jack's radiant smile as the two of you dance together is so perfectly domestic, you begin to ignore everything else

the two of you focus on only one another, and he loves hearing your soft laughter as he spins you in the air

since our wolf is one strong boy, he'll adore spinning and lifting you in your long luscious ballgown

"Hold on to my shoulders, I'll lift you up."

the night ends with him escorting you back to Ramshackle, his hand in yours as he grows more comfortable with physical affection

however, when you press a kiss to his cheek, Jack flusters again and rubs the back of his neck

"You look really beautiful tonight, and I had a really nice time dancing with you."

Sebek

A startled gasp catches in Sebek’s throat as Lilia pushes him to the front of the crowd and presents him to you

“Human! May I please have the honor of being your first dance partner tonight?”

the music is a lively tempo, Sebek looks straight ahead with perfect posture, dancing as if it means life or death

His serious demeanor is a little funny at first, but breaks pretty easily when he realizes how romantic the moment is

He calms down and acts more down to earth for the rest of the night, something that is truly a rare sight

His grip on your waist loosens a little bit as he hears the music slowly descend into a lower volume

Sebek sighs a little as he checks the time, knowing that the two of you have been dancing for hours

he strongly suggests that the two of you spend some time away from the commotion of the party (ironic coming from the loudest thing in the room)

You two spend an hour walking through the ornate halls of the ballroom, with him excitedly boasting about how the ballrooms in the Valley of Thorns far exceed the one you're in

"Perhaps, I may accompany you to the next big occasion..."

Sebek walks you back home slowly, trying to preserve some sweet time with you until you must part for the night

As you step onto the stairs to bid him farewell, you press a kiss onto his cheek, and he blushes a stark red; his mouth opens to speak but no words come out

for once in his life, Sebek is completely speechless.

☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾

The cool night air that filters through the cracked windows of Ramshackle house serves to calm you down after a long night of dancing and socializing. You laid on the dusty couch, still clad in your oversized ballgown, sparkling in the dim candlelight.

Grim was asleep beside you, his warm fluffy fur pressed against your arm, and his gentle purring made your painted eyelids flutter with tiredness.

You thought back at the unforgettable night, dancing in his arms was a memory to cherish forever.

As you shook your arm to try and remove Grim, you realized he wouldn't budge, succumbing to your fate, you smiled and closed your eyes.

A wonderful ending to a wonderful night.

a.n/ Prof. Trein would be such a great father figure.

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thehollowwriter · 9 months

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Summary: A short fic/drabble in which Ace takes notice of how lenient his dorm leader is with you...

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Playing Favourites

Riddle Rosehearts was doing better. That was something Ace could definitely confirm. Since his overblot, he had been far more lax on the rules, even exempting the more ridiculous ones.

Of course, he was still strict. Rules, while not the be all end all anymore, were still important to him.

Ace knew it was because Riddle cared and wanted Heartslabyul to succeed, but it was annoying when he was often a victim of aforementioned strictness.

What annoyed him even more was that, for all of Riddle's sterness and nagging, it all completely fell apart when it came to you.

Whenever you got into trouble or broke the rules or did something that had him turning red in the face, Riddle's spine turned to jelly.

It was, in Ace's eyes, a blatantly obvious and- dare he say- shameless case of picking favourites. Riddle didn't let you just do whatever you wanted, but he was... softer with you. More lenient.

It was, to be perfectly honest, because he had a huge crush on you. Not that Riddle himself knew this of course. According to the redhead, all he knew was that his heart beats like mad and his brain turns to mush when he's around you for reasons be could not understand.

Ace was going through this in his head as he looked at you, the two of you (plus Deuce and Grim) making your way to class for the morning. He wasn't entirely sure what had his dorm leader so smitten with you. It really was something he never understood.

"Ace!"

Speak of the devil. Ace rolled his eyes as Riddle marched up to Deuce, Grim, you and him.

"Ace for the Queen of Hearts' sake fix your uniform!" The redhead sniped, voice bordering on a snarl.

Yes, he was getting better, but had yet to try out any anger management to curb that vile temper of his.

"Honestly, walking around with such shameless disregard for neatness that that! Disgraceful! And you-"

Riddle's gaze fell on you and almost immediately those harsh steel grey eyes softened.

"Your tie is a mess, prefect." He said carefully, voice dropping from a shout back to normal volume. His cheeks pinkened and he reached out and fixed it. "There. Much better."

Great Seven, seeing him being so painfully whipped made Ace nauseous. It was good that he had a passion for literally anything outside of studying, but really? Being all mushy while he's standing right there? Ew.

Riddle pulled back and cleared his throat before saying his goodbyes and leaving, face getting redder and redder by the second.

"Oh come on, now that's just unfair." Ace groaned once he was out of earshot. Deuce covered his mouth, but Grim didn't bother to stifle his laugh.

"Maybe if you weren't so terrible you would get special treatment too."

"Shut up, cat."

"I'm not a cat!"

"Whatever." Ace shoved his hands and his pockets and scowled. "Never thought having a crush would make him lenient."

You looked at him in confusion and he froze.

"Riddle has a crush on me?"

"Oh shit-"

-End

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A/N: This is just a quick fic I wrote,I'm not too happy with it so I'll probably rewrite it sometime later, so forgive any errors and the shortness.

#ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #ace trappola x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #heartslabyul x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #writing #drabble

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twst-drabbles · 6 months

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Heartslabyul 6

Summary: While you didn’t go out trick-or-treating like Crowley wanted to, you did get a bucket full of candy. A little too much candy. You decided to throw some of the excess to the plant nymphs.

(Hehehehe, I made a neocities website right here. I’ll be loading all my writings up there eventually for safe keeping. But yeah, check it out!)

“Alright, ready for the next round?” You asked from your lawn chair, fingers drumming against the big and overly fancy black pumpkin bucket you got from Crowley for Halloween, “I think the next layer is white chocolate.”

Ace jumped up high, shaking his arms and legs, almost screaming in impatience that you won’t just start already. Deuce was stomping around in excitement, ready and revving to catch some candies and added them to their combined pile.

“Don’t scream, you’ll blast my ears out,” you deliberately slowed yourself down as you rubbed at your ear, dropping your scoop of candy right back into the basket just to annoy Ace further, “though, I am getting sleepy. Maybe we should do this another day.”

Then, you heard something else fall into the candy treasure trove you have. Looking over, you saw a pair of leafy legs wiggling about. Righting himself up, Trey presented the wrapped sweets high above his head before throwing it towards Ace and Deuce. Trey turned towards you with the sweetest look on his face, giving a little determined chirp before patting a little fist against his chest.

Leave it to me, he’s probably trying to convey. Adorable. He thinks you’re actually falling asleep in your chair and is trying to take up your duty for you.

“That’s alright Trey, I was just kidding,” you gently grabbed him before setting him down, “Go on. Grab some candy of your own before Ace and Deuce make themselves sick with it.”

As Trey walked to the candy zone with a nod, you shot your arms out and captured the basket that was in the process of being carried away by Cater and his clones.

“Stop that Cater,” you flicked one of the clones legs. It tripped and puffed into smoke, “I know you hate sweets but you can’t destroy them yet. Wait until the game’s over.”

The true Cater planted his butt on the table, kicking his legs out in annoyance. You patted his head.

“I’ll get you something nice later, alright? So stop with the tantrum just because I only have candy right now.”

Cater turned his head away from you, as though that wasn’t enough.

You tucked a finger under his chin, guiding him to look at you. “How does that new spicy ramen I found sound?”

Only then did Cater perk up and clap his hands with a trill of chirps escaping him. He hopped right up, dusted the dirt off his knees and ran off towards Ace and Deuce, probably to mess with them.

“You want to join in, Riddle?” You looked to your shoulder as soon as you felt a weight press upon it. You had a scoopful of small candies in your palm. “Those roots of yours will throw better then my hands ever could.”

Riddle’s little face creased with curiosity. He bent down and grabbed a candy, turning it this way and that before commanding a root to wrap around it and throw it over the heads of Ace and Deuce. Deuce decided to be a little menace and tripped Ace before speeding off towards the candy.

You snorted and Riddle gave a soft laughing trill of his own. A rope of roots grabbed each individual candy from your hands and threw them in high and wide arcs. Trey spotted something he liked bounce on the ground and slide under a tree’s roots. He slid right there with it, getting his butt stuck.

Cater had his clones at the ready to grab as many candies as possible, but one heavy lollipop bounced on his head, then onto the heads of the rest of his clones in succession.

“Whoops,” you said with a sigh, “threw it a little too well, Riddle.”

Just to ease the worried look on your Roseling’s face, you unwrapped a strawberry cream candy and held it to his face. He only took one sniff before practically wretched it from your hold.

Adorable. They’re all adorable.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #heartslabyul #riddle #riddle rosehearts #trey #trey clover #cater #cater diamond #ace #ace trappola #deuce #deuce spade #house pet au #reader insert

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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nrc & random word prompts (part two)

SUMMARY: Part two of the Random words + NRC students = This

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i think its funny how riddle got both lesson and uniform. its very fitting!! ruggie got both joy & glow and thats just the cutest :(((( love him. i also think its so funny that epel got makeup. the second the random word generator gave me that word i was like :/ "oh dear" LMAO sebek got demonstration the first time and instruction this time...? he's teaching you a lot, huh?

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts & Uniform

Someone’s eyes are boring into your back and you can feel it. You wrinkle your nose as you turn your head, prepared to scold whoever is staring at you but the words die in your throat as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Your tie is crooked.” Riddle said, his face so close as his hands brushed against your uniform, “You need to fix that.”

You stood perfectly still as he tightened the piece of fabric, adjusting it with expert precision. Riddle said nothing as he pulled away, nodding in approval before he turned on his heel and walked away.

You still felt his hands pressing against your collarbones, warm against your covered skin.

Trey Clover & Concentrate

“Concentrate.” he murmured, his chest rumbling against your back.

Your hands were shaking as they frosted the cake with his guidance, his hands cupping yours gently.

“Concentrate, Prefect.” he chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as he guided you along the circular edge of the cake.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but his presence was too distracting. Resting your head against his chest, you tried to ignore the soothing warmth that surrounded him and the pounding of your heart. Trey pressed a single kiss to your forehead, once again preventing you from concentrating as you allowed his hands to maneuver you as he pleased.

Cater Diamond & Capture

The sound of a camera shutter made you roll your eyes playfully, turning to Cater with an amused grin. His phone was positioned towards you, tilted a bit to the right as he beamed at the screen.

“Gorgeous.” he swooped over and kissed your cheek, pulling back with a loud “muah.”

“Hey! Come here, pretty boy. You can’t pull a fast one on me like that.” you protested, watching as Cater admired his phone screen.

“Aww, but you’re so nice to look at!” he cooed, looking up just in time for you to cup his face.

Cater flushed at the gentle contact but kept an easy smile on his face, staring into your eyes. You said nothing as you kissed his cheek, trying to pour as much love and affection as you could into the touch.

Deuce Spade & Indirect

“I’m so thirsty, I really shouldn’t have forgotten my water back at the dorm-” Deuce sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“You can have some of mine.” you passed him your water bottle, wrapping a white towel over his shoulders, “Your time has improved from your last run. It seems like your uniform finally fits right.”

Deuce stared at your water bottle as if it was a venomous snake, eyes wide and unsure.

“Prefect, are you sure?” he asked, hands clutching the ends of the towel.

“Huh? About the uniform?” you met his gaze, following it to your outstretched hand with your water bottle, “Oh, yeah! It’s not a problem. Go ahead.”

He took it from you, trying to calm his nerves as he pressed the mouth of the bottle to his lips and drank.

An indirect kiss was all it took to have him daydreaming the rest of his run.

Ace Trappola & Disappointment

It was supposed to be just the two of you. It was supposed to be you and him, hanging out and stargazing, because you’d mentioned how much you loved the night sky and he wanted to prove that he paid attention to you.

Just the two of you! Grim was not supposed to be here!

Ace sighed as the cat monster held up all of your attention, making you feed him pudding from a cup as you rubbed his belly. Maybe it was his fault for telling you it was fine to bring Grim along, but he panicked because he was nervous and didn’t know what to say when you showed up with someone else in tow.

Oh well, he turned his gaze towards the night sky, a soft expression on his face, He’d confess how he felt next time.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar & Willpower

Being patient and stepping back was never really your thing. Day in and day out, you had to deal with the knowledge that he was waiting for you to make the first move. It was like he was mocking you, waiting to see how long it would take until you broke. You had no intention of doing so, not when your pride was on the line.

No, you were going to make the stuck up prince who only cared about himself break.

Day in and day out, the same thing. Stolen glances across the room accompanied by lazy smirks and playful glares. As much as it flattered you to know that you caught his interest right back, you wouldn’t allow that to stop you from completing your mission.

You would wait for him. And when he finally breaks, you’d be able to brag to everyone that you knew that yes, you two were finally together, and did they know who broke first?

Ruggie Bucchi & Joy

Even the bright lights of the carnival couldn’t outshine the smile Ruggie had on his face.

Cotton candy in one hand and two funnel cakes in the other, he dragged you through the booths, winning game after game for you. You weren’t sure how he managed to win so many, as it was common knowledge that they were all rigged, but every time you asked him he’d laugh and avoid the question.

It occurred to you that the whole reason you were here was because Ruggie knew you’d been having a rough week and wanted to lift your spirits a bit, and he’d definitely surpassed even his own expectations. Right now, in Twisted Wonderland, with one of the best people you’d ever known, you couldn’t be happier.

Jack Howl & Judgement

“I’m not intimidating.” he deadpanned, staring at the student across from him dubiously.

“But you are! I bet the Prefect was scared of you too at first! You’re cold and unapproachable.” the student shuddered as Jack’s confused gaze turned into annoyance.

“No they weren't.” he huffed, irked at the thought of you thinking he was anything but safe.

“No I didn’t.”

Both boys nearly jumped out of their skin (although Jack didn’t show it) as your voice came from behind him, staring at the other student curiously.

“Why would you think that?” you asked, “Jack was never cold to me.”

Jack can’t agree with you there, he remembers your first meeting being very cold, but he’s happy you didn’t see him that way now.

“Don’t judge him for me.” you hummed, “Jack is a very warm and safe person!”

He needs some way to stop his tail from wagging whenever you say things like that.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto & Price

“I want to go out with you.”

What!?

Azul’s business facade immediately shattered, leaving a fumbling flustered mess in his wake. His eyes wide behind his wiry frames, he looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“I- Prefect, you what?”

“Whaaat? Did you mishear me or something? I said I wanted to go out with you! Can you grant my wish?” you asked.

You were so sure of what you wanted and it showed in your expression, your body language, and oh Great Sea Witch Azul didn’t know how he was supposed to handle this.

“Did…Did Jade and Floyd put you up to this?” he inquired, trying to find any reason why you would request to meet with him to ask him something so outrageous.

“No. I like you.” you said, “What’s the price?”

“I-! I haven’t accepted your terms yet!” he couldn’t help the pitchy squeaks escaping his mouth, face aflame at the confession that you made so casually.

“Oh. Well, do I have to change anything? Do you want to go out on a specific day, or at a certain time, or right now?”

“Right now?!”

Jade Leech & Horizon

The tent rustled in the wind, breaking the sleepy haze cast over you and your companion.

“Morning.” you breathed, head flopping to your left.

Jade seemed to have been awake for a while, his gaze fixed on you with a soft smile.

“Good morning, Prefect.” he reached over and patted your head, “Are you ready to go back to Night Raven?”

“Jaaade, I just woke uuuup. Can’t you wait a few minutes?” you threw your arm over your eyes dramatically.

He laughed beside you, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll prepare a quick breakfast then. You sleep as long as you like, dear.” he hummed, getting up to leave the tent.

“Waaait.” you sat up, rubbing your eyes, “Wait for me. I wanna watch the sunrise with you.”

Jade’s heart squeezed as he laughed again, grabbing your hand and tugging you outside.

“Then come. The morning awaits.”

Floyd Leech & Destruction

You could only stare at the mess in your kitchen, eyes scanning over the batter and flour sugar and maple syrup on the ceiling, walls, floors, counters…

And in the center of it, a pouting Floyd.

“What did you do?” you asked, stepping into the room cautiously.

“I was trying to make you cupcakes!” Floyd huffed, crossing his arms even tighter over his chest, “I wanted to see how excited you would get. I thought it’d be fun be then I got bored and left the mixer unattended and then-”

“Floyd…” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in between your fingers, “I appreciate the gesture, but next time please tell me when you’re planning on making something.”

He perked up immediately, throwing his arms around your legs.

“Ooooh, Shrimpy! Your annoyed face is really funny too. Let’s bake sometime!” he giggled.

“Yes, let’s. For now we should clean up the kitchen. I’ll give you a kiss if you help.”

“Just one?!”

“Fine, as many as you want.”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim & Absolute

The sunlight streamed through the windows as you slowly untangled the sheets from your legs. Kalim was still dead asleep next to you, his face pressed against your shoulder. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you felt your heart seize at the sight in front of you. He was so pretty when he was calm, arms loosely wrapped around you as he snuggled closer in his sleep. Peaceful moments at NRC were few and far between, but at this moment you felt the safest you ever had. It was absolutely calm, something you hadn’t had in months, and when absolute love accompanied it, it made this moment almost unbearable. Trying to avoid crying so early in the morning, you tore your gaze away and stared at the ceiling.

If there was any reason to stay in Twisted Wonderland, it would be seeing Kalim every morning, waking up next to him, and kissing the sleep away from his eyes.

“Mmm…sunshine?” his eyes cracked open, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he registered your presence, “You’re so warm.”

“Kalim.” you choked out as he snuggled closer, resting his head over your heart, “You’re going to make me cry if you keep this up.”

“What? No no no, don’t cry.” he mumbled, clearly half asleep as his hands brushed over your face and his thumbs wiped up imaginary tears, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re so cute. I love you so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep alone ever again.” you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into you, holding him tightly.

“Don’t scare me like that!” he yawned, eyes fluttering shut again, “I just want you to be happy. If you cuddle with me every night I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not, but…Kalim, you didn’t say it back.” you pouted.

“Oh…! I love you too! So so much.” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, smiling serenely.

Jamil Viper & Sweet

Jamil couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Prefect? What are you doing here?” he asked, looking from you to the basket of sweets in your hand.

“I wanted to do something for you. Since you work so hard all the time.” you held out the basket to him, “I made them all myself, I hope you like them.”

“...You what?” he blinked, leaving the basket dangling on your outstretched fingers.

Why were you doing this? What did you stand to gain from it? Were you trying to get closer to Kalim? He narrowed his eyes, eventually deciding that no, you wouldn’t do such a thing. You were selfless and often concerned for people you didn’t even know that well. It was part of the reason you got so involved in the Overblots that had been happening.

Jamil took the basket from you, peaking at the contents. There seemed to be a great variety of baked goods, and they certainly looked homemade. Perhaps you’d picked up a few tricks from the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden?

“You can share it with other people if you want, but I made it for you. Only you.” you seemed to look right through him, understanding exactly what he thought of this surprise gift, “Take care of yourself, Jamil.”

The basket felt out of place in his hands as he watched you leave, without saying hello to Kalim, he noted. He’d unpack what had just occurred later, when he could comprehend your sudden kindness. Jamil set the basket down on the kitchen counter and got back to work, preparing dessert for the party Kalim had thrown, once again on short notice. Your basket lingered in the back of his mind, and he knew that nothing he made would satisfy him the way your food would.

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit & Brag

Vil was never one to get embarrassed.

You were the only person that made him feel something close to it.

You had the same adoration as Rook in your eyes when you looked at him, except yours was far more soft and sweet. Your eyes never scrutinized, picking out every pound of fat on his body like Rook did. Instead, you cherished him regardless of whether or not he put a pound on last week or lost one. It was flattering, how you followed him around and listened so intently when he talked, bringing him healthy snacks when you saw him running past Ramshackle and a water bottle that felt far too important to be plastic.

Vil could take care of himself, and you knew that. You just liked taking care of him too.

He didn’t like to brag, but receiving special treatment from you that not even your Heartslabyul friends received made him very grateful.

Rook Hunt & Listen

You were all too familiar with Rook’s inability to listen to other people’s boundaries. The poor Savanaclaw students could attest to that, and unfortunately, you could as well.

As a student from a foreign realm, you had no choice but to deal with the attention that brought. You’d given up on your “quiet school life” a long time ago.

It got to the point where you became so used to the strange student’s presence that you started listening to him.

He talked about Vil a lot, and you just as much. It was offputting how much he seemed to notice about you, like studying your diet and estimating your height in freakishly accurate ways. You had to tell him to stop a few times when he got too invasive, and you were surprised when he listened.

Granted, it didn’t stop his admiration for the weird student from another world, but you were starting to understand him better.

Epel Felmier & Makeup

This was a weird way to be reliable.

Epel couldn’t deny the fact that he was familiar with makeup, no matter how much he didn’t like it. Vil had drilled the basics into him the second he’d been sorted into Pomfiore, but maybe everything did happen for a reason.

Because you needed help with your makeup, and Epel was finally useful to you in a way that Ace or Deuce couldn’t be.

His brow furrowed as he dusted your face with blush, his own blush growing. Why did makeup involve being so close to someone?!

It wasn’t fair that you were so nice looking and that you’d called him over when Vil could have done better and Rook was definitely available-

Breathing deeply, he focused on the brush again.

He needed to make this perfect for you.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud & Courtesy

All of that effort trying to avoid the notorious school extroverts, wasted. India had found himself cornered by the one and only Kalim once again, with invites to various parties being shouted in his ears.

He just wanted to go back to his dorm! Why was that so complicated!

But it’s like he could say no, that was rude and he didn’t want to end the conversation with a promise to go to a different party, because they just weren’t his thing and he wished people understood that.

“There you are!” a familiar voice called, and Idia couldn’t help the way his head shot up to face you.

You were smiling as you approached him and Kalim, looking like a savior in your ill fitted NRC uniform.

“Come on, our train is leaving soon!” you said, eyes darting from him to Kalim, “Unless…are you doing something different this afternoon?”

“Oh, do you have plans with the Prefect?” Kalim asked, letting go of his hand, “You could have just said so! I hope you two have fun!”

Without waiting for another word, Kalim rushed down the hallway, leaving you two alone.

“Thank you.” Idia said through his tablet.

“No need.” you waved him off and continued on your way, leaving him blessedly alone.

Ortho Shroud & Tiptoe

“We have to be quiet!” Ortho hummed, bouncing on the spot from how excited he was, “Big brother is going to love this, just you watch..”

“I believe you. You put so much thought into this, I’m flattered you wanted me to execute it.” you smiled, holding the various gift bags in your arms.

“It’s his birthday! He wanted to spend it alone, but I know he likes you a bunch! He’ll thank me for this later.” Ortho fist pumped.

Before you could process his words, Ortho quietly levitated towards his brother’s dorm room and motioned for you to follow him. As quietly as possible, you reached the door and knocked on it. Before Idia had a chance to answer, you flung it open with a smile.

“Happy birthday!” you and Ortho yelled, causing a confused Idia to almost throw his controller at you two.

Oh, how you loved these two.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia & Mood

It was common knowledge that the prince of Briar Valley had a soft spot for you.

His morning mood was usually affected by whether he got a hug from you outside of his class or not. One day you were running late, and NRC experienced such a gruesome thunderstorm that people were instructed to stay inside.

Nobody should have that much control over someone’s mood, and yet everyone could tell just how much he cared for you. It made some students swoon and others pretend to puke, but at the end of the day it was just you and Malleus in your own world, slowly dancing on the front lawn of Ramshackle and holding hands while watching the stars.

There, in your arms, he was happy.

Lilia Vanrouge & Proclaim

Everything seemed to be dramatic when he was around. Unfortunately, this time, his dramatic tendencies weren’t funny.

Kneeling at your feet, Lilia concentrated on cleaning the blood from your arm. He said nothing as he wrapped the flesh in bandages, and you were thankful for the brief silence because the display of power from him before had shocked you. It’s not that you didn’t know he was strong, you just weren’t expecting him to jump from the ceiling and obliterate the students that had decided to beat you up.

“I will always be there.” he mumbled, meeting your gaze seriously, “I’ll be there quicker next time. I’ll teach you how to defend yourself. I promise.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Thank you.” he face softened, “Thank you for letting me protect you.”

Sebek Zigvolt & Instruction

“HUMAN! Are you listening?” Sebek yelled, slamming his hand on the table you were seated at.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally!” you yawned, eyelashes fluttering, “I’ve totally got it. What were you saying?”

He huffed, face turning red at your distracted state. He should feel frustrated, so why was this making him flustered? You should be the one embarrassed!

“HUMAN!” Have you been getting enough sleep? He furrowed his brow as you yawned again, “It doesn’t seem like you have!”

“Oh, uh. Definitely not. I’ve been doing the chores that Crowley assigned. You know, janitorial duties or whatever?” you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes staring up at him as he tried to keep himself composed.

“Sleep then! I’ll tutor you later!” he huffed, glaring at the floor with red cheeks.

“Mmmkay. Goodnight.” you mumbled, slouching over on the table.

He huffed, throwing his jacket over you. He’d stand watch while you rested, just in case.

Silver & Delay

The day’s classes had finally concluded. With the weekend starting tomorrow, you and your classmates were finally free.

You were spending your time productively right now, leaning against a tree as Silver slept on your lap. He really was beautiful, hair fanning around his head like a halo as his chest rose and fell. You wouldn’t dare compare his angelic sleeping state to yours…you shuddered at the thought. There was no way anyone slept as pretty as him.

Sure, you’d be a little late getting to Ramshackle and maybe Ace and Deuce would be there worrying about your whereabouts when you were supposed to have shown up for their weekly movie night, but this was more important!

It didn’t take long for Sebek to come crashing through the bushes, mouth open to yell at you for taking away Silver, but you shushed him angrily.

“He’s sleeping! Don’t you dare ruin this for me!” you huffed.

“I will never understand why Silver has chosen to court you of all people.” he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You just stuck your tongue out at him.

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faeflowerz · 1 year

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The First Years Crushing on their Upperclassman (PT 1)

I think it'd be cute. Besides, the first years are absolutely adorable and I would die for them. I would. They're honestly my favorite group bc of how well they play off of each other.

Warnings: Characters thirsting for people older than them, Me thirsting for anime boys in general

Characters: Deuce, Ace, Jack

Deuce having a crush on his upperclassmen would be pretty adorable. He's already fidgety around girls so when he's got a crush on someone, it will show. He remembers how it happened. Deuce was running late for homeroom and crashed into you, sending all your stuff scattering to the floor. He's apologizing over and over again as he helped you pick everything up. Then, he bowed and you giggled. Deuce is so serious sometimes and you find it cute. You patted his head, letting your hand linger just a bit as you considered how soft his silky hair is. "It's fine, sweetie."

From there, he's a mess any time he interacts with you. Sweaty, blushy, tongue tied, the works. You'd think it was a romance anime with the way he's acting.

"U-uh, senpai, I w-wanted to ask if...you could tutor me sometime? I mean...well..."

"Senpai! I g-got this from the Mystery Shop! You don't have to accept it if...huh? You will?"

"If...you're not busy...I have a track meet after school...if you'd like to come..."

Yes, our usually bold n brash recovering delinquent is really into you. And you stand there smiling and waiting patiently for him to make it through his sentences. You've started to crush on him too, actually. He's always so passionate and earnest and admittedly, you had been checking him out long before you officially met. It's Deuce that confesses first, but he blurts it out as if he'd explode if he didn't.

Ace is shameless with his crush on Senpai. We expect nothing less from him. His boyish charm is insanely attractive and it carries him for the most part. Light brushes of your arm, winking at you and some other stuff I'm sure he asked his brother for advice on. He's had a gf before so this should be easy, right? Right?

HAH! His senpai is going to make him work for it. You volley back a lot of his flirting, and when you're unexpectedly playing the same game, he's speechless. Your touches linger, you get into his personal space, you talk to him like he's a clumsily little boy. It's all maddening and exciting to him.

"Ace, you know better than to talk to me like that. Did you talk to your lil girlfriend that way too?" You purr softly as you tug lightly on his tie. Now, he's blushing so hard that his heart tattoo nearly matches the rest of his face. Personally, I hc that ADeuce are into older people/attractive to older people respectively. Like I said, their boyish personalities are just too fuckin cute.

Ah, anyways, Ace is speechless and it's you who finally confesses. He's your new pet and training him is the best part of your relationship.

Jack crushes on his upperclassmen and it's literally puppy love. He thinks the way you carry yourself is inspirational. You breeze through the school with your head held high and secretly, Jack thinks youre cooler than Leona. When you brush past him once, he's particularly interested in the way you smell. I think he's into scents. He's gotta be. Anyway, if it's shampoo, cologne or just your natural body, Jack is really really into it. So much so that he knows where you are pretty often. Sometimes he follows you or his tail wags when he's doing something else. Like, literally you turn the corner before he comes into the hallway and his ears are alert and he's sniffing the air. Very low key about it though.

So the period goes fine until you're listening to instructions. Jack's by your side and Vargas is going on and on. You're bored to tears until you feel something twhap twhap twhapping on your butt. You nearly jump out of your skin until you realize that nobody's behind you. Is it a ghost? They like to bother people during gym the most.

He must get closer to you. The scant scent trails aren't enough. When you officially meet, its through a crossover class for PE. You're not abysmal, but having a good buddy for the period would be essential. Before you can assess who you want, Jack is awkwardly standing next to you. "Do you...need a partner?" And when you say yes, you see his eyes light up. Was he...surprised that you agreed?

Until you subtly glance behind you. Jack's tail is hitting you! Its so fucking cute that you stifle a laugh. He heard you and it clicks that he was thumping your ass. Once Vargas shuts up, Jack is trying to find a way to apologize to you but you stopped him. "It's alright, I'm not upset. Besides, it makes me happy to see you excited. You like being around me, don't you?"

"...Yeah...I kind of do..." when you reach out to pat his head, he's surprised and extremely flustered. "H-huh?!"

"You're such a good boy, Jack. I like being around you too." From there, you seal the deal even though he sort of confesses first.

#twisted wonderland #twst #faes drabbles #ace trappola #jack howl #deuce spade #twst x reader #reader insert #ace trappola x reader #jack howl x reader #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yumejoshi #yumedanshi #writing

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wishluc · 10 months

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Hello! May I request yandere Adeuce duo who knows reader trust them the most among the other students and will believe everything they say.

Because why would they lie to you? They’ve been through life and death together with all of this overblot. So of course you trust them!

Adeuce manipulating reader into rejecting all of the dorm leaders after finding out their romantic feelings for the prefect.

They don’t want to lose their best friend. But hey! If you want to date so badly, you have two candidate right in front of you!

Thank you and have a great day!<3

I have a soft spot for Adeuce haha. Sticking to only Malleus instead of all the dorm leaders ♡

✧ CW: yandere characters, manipulation, jealousy

An awkward silence has been hanging over your head since bumping into Malleus earlier, with Ace and Deuce being uncharacteristically pensive. The two of them have been sharing unreadable looks, but haven't said a single word to you. You want to break the growing tension with a clumsy joke to snap them out of their thoughts or change the subject into something lighthearted, but deep down you really don't want to face their line of questions about Malleus.

But when the three of you finally find some space to yourself, the dam breaks and the questions come gushing out.

"You're seriously friends with that guy? Malleus Draconia, of all people?!"

You stare at the scuffed tip of your shoe, pretending like Ace's intense reaction hardly bothered you.

"Yes?" You lift your head, eyes flitting between Ace's prominent scowl and Deuce's startled gaze, "Why's that so surprising?"

"He's known for being pretty unapproachable, right?" Deuce awkwardly chimes in, "It's just strange that you managed to get close to him."

"I didn't really know who he was when we first met," you admit, and you have to force yourself not to shrink away under Ace's sharp glare, "and it doesn't change anything for me, anyway. He's a really nice person to be around, even if he does take some getting used to."

"How'd you even meet him? I don't think I've ever caught a glimpse of him around all this time," Ace asks, his voice a little calmer now, "do you see him often?"

"He was walking around Ramshackle one night, and we just started talking about magic and some other things. He didn't even tell me his name," you explain, "I really had no clue that it was him. Besides, he doesn't come by very regularly, maybe about once a month...? I'm not sure."

"So he loiters around Ramshackle at night, and didn't tell you his name at all, right? That just sounds really creepy," Ace says, suspicion clear in his tone, "And, I mean, if you two are friends, or close enough for him to be using all sorts of weird names for you, why didn't he ever try to help you out with the overblots anyway? He knew it was all happening, and he obviously heard you were involved, and it's clearly in his ability to help you, so..."

"Ace," Deuce hisses, nudging him harshly, "we can't expect the upperclassmen to meddle in things that aren’t their responsibilities."

Ace rolls his eyes, "I'm just saying," he mutters, "it's not like it was any of our issues to deal with either. We did everything we could, right? It wouldn't be so difficult for him to make sure we didn't go through hell and back tryin' to defeat all those crazy guys. Honestly, with how things are going, I won't be surprised if the guy's next to overblot."

Deuce opens his mouth to protest, but your sigh stops him, "I don't think he cares all that much.”

Ace freezes for a moment, the frown slipping off his face as his eyes dart towards Deuce. But just as quickly as he's caught off guard, he quickly regains his composure, looking at you with just a hint of sympathy, "well, that figures. You can't expect all those arrogant—" Deuce's protests go unheard "—seniors to actually want to be around us. They all probably think they're too good for us, 'cause we aren't as powerful."

You like Malleus, but you know better than to expect his help in any of the troubles you face in NRC. Maybe he would help, if you pleaded with him, but the likeliness of that is so close to non-existent that you’d rather not ask at all. You would rather keep your friendship how it’s always been, pretending to be unaware of the other’s troubles outside of the current conversation, never delving too deep with the questions. You’ve always known that it's a possibility Malleus was only coming to see you out of boredom, and not because of genuine interest, but hearing your innermost doubts be declared so boldly as an obvious fact makes your heart shatter. Deuce catches onto your crestfallen expression first, always far too observant, and places a tentative hand on your arm.

"It's alright," you've always liked the way Deuce says your name, in a low, soft voice. It sounds like he's gentle with the letters, stringing them together in a deliberate manner that fits you. You've also noticed, internally filled with pride, that it's only your name he says with such care, "I'm sure he cares about you too..."

He meets Ace's sharp glare and stumbles over his next words, sounding more and more unsure by the end of it, "...even if his...way of showing it is a little…unusual. He’s probably just got a strange idea of how friends are."

"Friends?" Ace scoffs, "he's treating them like a pet. Did you even see how he looked at them? All amused like he didn't expect to see them still doing alright. He probably thought it was funny that they hadn't figured out who he was!"

A pet. What a miserable label, but how fitting. Suddenly the insightful discussions and meaningful moments feel painfully one-sided. He must have thought your wonder and awe to be cute, in an awfully condescending way. And perhaps the thing that hurts the most is knowing that despite how much you look forward to seeing him and how much you think of him, soon, you would only be a small moment from his past, likely forgotten.

“I can’t believe I fell for him, too,” you groan, unaware of how Ace and Deuce immediately go still, “I feel so stupid.”

“You like him?!” Ace’s head whips back to stare at your crouched figure with wide eyes, “like…that?”

A hesitant nod is the only answer you can spare.

“But you barely knew anything about him! How—”

“Are you sure?” At your bewildered look, Deuce scrambles to elaborate, “I thought I—we—would be able to tell when you liked someone, since we’ve been around you for so long. But there was nothing to give it away.”

“I’m sure,” you sigh, but when you think of telling them how Malleus makes you forget all the things you wanted to say or how you find yourself thinking of him all the time, you decide it’s too embarrassing to say out loud, “listen, it’s not something I can explain. But I really do like him—or did, I guess.”

“Huh,” Ace slumps down beside you, “never would’a thought you’d have such terrible taste. I mean, seriously? He’s boring and a total creep.” He manages to dodge your incoming elbow jab just in time, “What? It’s the truth!”

“It’s not your fault that he turned out to be a jerk,” Deuce consoles you, “don’t worry about it. You can’t help how you feel.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” you grumble, “I’ll get over it, eventually.”

“You will,” You can’t help the smile that appears on your face after seeing Deuce’s reassuring one, “we’ll make sure of it.”

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yuumei-strawberry-shortcake · 17 days

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Ace: Hey can I crash in tonight?

Filipino!yuu: ha?, why?

Ace: You'll never gonna believe me, just let me sleep here for the time being, kay?

Filipino!yuu: Not until you tell me– ugh here come in.

*Ace proceeds to tell them why he was collared by Riddle for stealing a tart*

Filipino!yuu: *facepalms* Tanga mo naman.

(you're stupid.)

Ace: ..uh? What?

Filipino!yuu: nothing, you can stay here but tommorow morning you will go back to your dorm and apologize to your housewarden. Are we clear?

Ace: oh cmon! Fine! Will you atleast be there?

Filipino!yuu: *rolls their eyes* lah ... Sure...

Ace: sweet! So where do I sleep?

Filipino!yuu: on the couch duh.

Ace: oh come on, yuu! I'm real slim I promise I won't take up much space on your bed~.

Filipino!yuu: ihh dust off the couch and you'll be fine. Goodnight.

Ace: damn.

#twisted wonderland filipino yuu #twst x reader #twsited wonderland #twst drabble #ace trappola x reader

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bakingshitwritings · 25 days

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Little silly thought I have and I want to share it.

Imagine being the s/o of Riddle Rosehearts (Or any of the heartslabyul boys) when an unbirthday party is planed on your birthday, on Feb 29. (For the sake of this, imagine this is your birthday) No one thinking that it would be anyone's birthday due to the rarity of that happening. Having to wake up that day exited to see what your lovely boyfriend has in plan for you, only to realize that they had forgotten about it. Seeing them run around planning and working on the unbirthday party.

Realizing they forgot about your birthday, you decide to practically ignore them, going back to Ramshackle. Having a single cupcake as celebration for yourself on your special day, entirely by yourself.

Honestly how it ends or what happens next is up to y'all. I simply thought about this while reading the manga. I would love to read something like this but I'm not familiar enough with the characters to do this.

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #trey x reader #ace trappola #ace x reader #deuce spade #deuce x reader #twst x reader #heartslaybul x reader #this is entirely self indulgent #my own birthday is on feb 29 #i've had many people forget my birthday #twisted wonderland x reader #drabble #might write this

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loverofazul · 1 year

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quick disclaimer for tumblr

THIS IS CUDDLING!! NOT ANYTHING MATURE!!

Im posting this again cause tumblr decided to mark it as a mature/sexual theme

pls dont do that again, its not, its cuddles, simple as that

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.1

-ＨｅａｒｔｓｌａｂｙｕｌＤｏｒｍ-

Riddle couldn't help the warmth of his face as you held I'm close. Your fingers carefully running through his hair as he cuddled into your chest. Eyes closed tightly, he squeezed your waist, mumbling his words.

"I....I love you....My Heart"

He heard you hum, his fingers digging into your clothes as you mumbled back--his face burning even brighter.

"And I love you, My King"

Ace couldn't help but take in a deep breath, inhaling your scent with a smile. It was a calming one. One he couldn't help but feel comfort and warmth in. It was your scent, the person he loved.

Pulling you closer to his chest, he tightened his arms around you. "I love you so much, My Royal"

The male felt you grip the front of his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him. "I love you too, My Prince"

Deuce could feel his face heat up as you placed a kiss on his forehead. He buried his face further into your collarbone, placing a shy kiss on your skin. He couldn't help but shiver at your giggle, your breath cold on his warm skin.

"Love you, My Blueberry" You had mumbled into his hair, placing another kiss on his head.

Gulping nervously, the male let out a shaky breath and mumbled back. "Lov-Love you too, My Dear"

Trey chuckled as you whined and pulled him back. He laid on his back, running a hand down your back as you snuggled into his neck. Your breath against his skin made him shiver slightly, his cheek resting on your head.

"I love you so much, Pretty Boy/Girl"

Your arms tightened around his waist as you mumbled sleepily. "Love you so so soooo much, My Tart"

A small snort left the male's mouth at the nickname.

Cater hummed in content as he snuggled into your stomach. Your fingers messed with his hair, running through it and twisting it between them. He could feel his mind start to get foggy, sleep overtaking his senses.

He was able to slur out his love for you before drifting to sleep. "Love yous soo much Sweets"

"Love you as well, My Model" You mumbled back, closing your own eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

#twst x reader #twst drabbles #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts headcanons #ace trapolla x reader #twst ace x reader #ace trappola headcanons #deuce spade x reader #twst deuce x reader #deuce headcanons #trey clover x reader #twst trey x reader #trey clover headcanons #cater diamond x reader #twst cater x reader #cater diamond headcanons

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trappolia · 17 days

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IS IT CASUAL NOW? ── ace trappola + gn!reader, 1k

ace trappola has always been a somebody.

he was born a somebody, there is no denying that; not his father's iron fist always reminding him and his older brother that they could not have achieved the comforts they had today without the hard work of his ancestors, nor his mother's soft hands smoothening his messy hair and telling him to always be humble. there is something distinctive to his family name, the consonants twisting around his tongue like the echoes of the eternal city in a dying sunset and the ancient pathways of the foro romano; english nannies and private schools, summers in the afterglow savannah, winters in the north of the shaftlands.

his "first love" is at seventeen, summertime, at the poolside of some seaside village where a distant cousin let him sleep in the spare bedroom. the sun beats down on his nape kissed a hot, angry pink, and he lays on his back for hours and thinks of how the sun can eat him up with her love. he does not remember why or how he kissed you ── beautiful, sunkissed and golden in his memories of that heat wave in july ── but he remembers the mornings after where he awoke to your legs tangled with his beneath thin, cotton sheets as the sun rose in the horizon, skin tingling with sunburn and bruising kisses.

no one asks why you come down together for breakfast in the mornings, or why the mattress underneath the bed is no longer pulled out for someone to sleep on at night. when his nonna mentions how she expected it, considering how attached at the hip you two have been since first year, ace just gives a non-committal hum, and the subject is never brought up again.

when summer ends, ace does not kiss you goodbye. neither of you talk about it either.

this is not to say that you are a nobody, not to ace. he is not so foolish, not so prideful as he was in his youth just two years ago. ace has already shared with you most things that he would not divulge to just anyone; his time, his space, his bed. you are his other half, the same way he is to deuce; the way your little gaggle of troublemakers have tangled themselves in a web made up of a red string of fate. and so neither of you speak about those hot summer months, entangled with each other like pieces of an ambitious puzzle, and life goes on. there is a shift, yes, he feels it in the marks from your nails in long, linear b lines down his back, stolen moments in between classes in dark janitor's closets, your tie and underwear tucked inside his drawer, but nothing has changed. you sleep over, then you're gone by morning for your next class. you see him in the hallway and beam, let him sling his arm around you like you are both still sixteen and first-years in a school that seems so much bigger than the two of you.

you never stay, but ace never loses you.

ace cannot lose you, or at least, he doesn't think he can. he has never lost anything, anybody; not once in his life. people have only been dismissed from his company, or little toys taken away for some time for his misbehaviour.

but he has never lost.

and then winter of third year rolls along, and there is a trembling sense of finality that settles over ace when he sees you studying for what will be your final exams, skin pale without that warm glow months before. he sees you less often, kisses you less often, as even he has to be hidden away indoors, skulking around dark corridors leaves him saturnine and dreading the exam hall and the weight of his pen in his hand. ace goes to bed alone, and even in those few moments where he manages to stay awake before his head hits the pillow, he thinks about how cold the bed is without you.

ace thinks about how this will be the last year the two of you spend together, before you're both inevitably sent off someplace else, surely not together, for your work practice.

and suddenly losing you becomes terrifyingly plausible.

ace doesn't want to be a somebody if it's not with you; he knows this now for certain. he sleeps over at ramshackle when exams are over, but even when you kiss him he cannot help but think: this is the last time, this is the last time, this is the last time—

maybe that's why he swallows when he watches you get dressed the next morning, thinks of your mocking in saccharine sweet just the night before, crooning in his ear: poor, poor ace. always gets what he wants, and the moment he doesn't, he throws a little fit.

that's wrong, ace had wanted to say. he doesn't remember throwing a fit, not once in his entire childhood. and then he looks up at you, divinity in the flesh, hands wrapped around his throat, and he thinks: oh. i've never had anything to lose before you.

“mhm?” you hum when ace wraps his arm around your hips, lazy but firm. his lips press against the curve where your the skin of your waist stretches over your hipbones, that sweet curve. “you want me to call someone to bring breakfast? i think jack can be convinced.”

“mrm,” ace mumbles against the sweet curve of your waist to hip, the single syllable roughly translated to “no, thank you” by your keen sense.

(his sweet darling, his other half)

“what is it?” you coo, running a hand through his messy auburn hair. “c’mon, i agreed to take ruggie’s shift—“

“fuck ruggie, respectfully,” ace grumbles, and he tilts his chin to look up at you, his mahogany eyes soft and sweet and lovely. “stay.”

stay.

he sees your expression falter at the word. he’s never said it to you, not in this context. ace was so foolish to think he could have you without asking, so dumb to even consider that you’d stay for someone you weren’t even officially bound to.

“stay?” you echo, voice small.

“stay with me,” he reiterates, his cheeks beginning to burn. ace sees the corners of your lips tug up, and he thinks he sees you somewhere down the road, making fun of him and his stupidity at your wedding table.

(his heart swells at the thought, endlessly fond)

“yeah?” you’re smiling now. little shit, he thinks in the same breath as: how pretty.

“yeah,” ace exhales, before his heart seizes. “…will you?”

you laugh, and it sounds like summertime and first loves. “obviously, dumbass. i thought you’d never ask.”

(he was foolish to even doubt)

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