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cvlutos · 1 year

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❝Annual Valentines Day Tea Party❞

“We are bound together. No matter what is thrown towards us, we are tied—”

♡ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Rule 500: Soulmates must prepare the Annual Valentine’s day Tea Party together. Nothing should me missing nor broken and must be made out of the finest silk, clays, metals, and cloth. Zero Substitutions.

♡ TREY CLOVER

Rule 546: All Annual Valentines day Tea Party Desserts must be that or red, pink, white, and gold. There must be a total of exactly 50 strawberry tarts, 50 cherry tarts, 43 golden heart chocolates, 230 strawberry and cherry macarons, raspberry tea, but only within a 100-year-old Annual Valentines day Tea Party teapot, and must be drank from 100-year-old Annual Valentines day Tea Party teacups. There must be an assortment of candy, no more than 100 types each. Each dessert must be prepared by soulmates and no one else.

♡ CATER DIAMOND

Rule 569: The Annual Valentines day Tea Party Gardens must have every rose red and freshly painted and the grass an exact shade of #018506 green. There must be zero bugs within the garden any and all bugs must be killed. The garden must be prepared by soulmates alone.

♡ ACE TRAPPOLA

Rule 586: The Annual Valentines day Tea Party must hand out exactly 1425 invitations, 713 invitations must be deliver by white dove and the other 712 must be handed out by hand done only by soulmates

♡ DEUCE SPADE

Rule 597: The Annual Valentines day Tea Party must have exactly 153 pink flamingos, 29 brown talking mice, and a white rabbit. Each caught and washed by soulmates.

♡ HEARTSLABYUL TEA PARTY

Rule 600: At exactly 11:58PM on the Annual Valentines day Tea Party, soulmates must share an Annual Valentines Day Kiss.

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“Heartslabyul’s Annual Valentine’s Day Tea Party”

| 02.13.23 | 0.7K | Rated PG |

Riddle Rosehearts X GN!Reader

T.Manor.Notes: YAY! I poured my heart and soul into Riddle’s!! Happy Valentine’s Day, Beloved!

RULE 500: SOULMATES MUST PREPARE THE ANNUAL VALENTINE’S DAY TEA PARTY TOGETHER. NOTHING SHOULD BE MISSING, NOR BROKEN, AND MUST BE MADE OUT OF THE FINEST SILK, CLAYS, METALS, AND CLOTH. ZERO SUBSTITUTIONS.

His hands are warm. Firm, like that of a strong oak tree that you once climbed as a child, with its thick trunk and sturdy branches that held your weight then and you were certain that even in old age, would—could hold you know. Ageless yet aged so gracefully as warm sun bleeds through green leaves, warming your skin and giving into your childlike sense of wonder. What could possibly be beyond its leaves, beyond the twisting and winding of branches? You know the answer. The clear blue sky.

Spring is when the thread shines the brightest.

The crimson rope nearly glowing as you spend your days staring at the winding red that wrapped around streetlamps and swished and swayed between lovers who have already found each other. A string that never strays, and you know what lies attached, the special one waiting for you. Calling for you, with every winding of the thread, every turning road it leads you down.

His hands are warm, the string tied oh so tightly to his left pink, like a crimson ring, as your threads wrap gently around both of your wrists and hands. Palms pressed tightly together. The trolley jostles slightly, the bag you're holding swaying in your grip, once again becoming aware of where you were. Sitting upon plush velvet seats, as open-air danced upon your skin and shifted your clothing. The trolley is crowded, overflowing with couples, lovers—soulmates. Some married for years and some married recently. Others only just now finding their other half.

Soulmates.

That word often sends a shiver down your spine, as your glance at the one who sat beside you, who silently gazed at his phone, staring at the checklist of all the things we needed. You glance at the large paper bag that you hold, filled to the brim with decorations. The small trolley once again rocks your shoulder and brushes against his, yet he remains unfazed.

The checklist had all the items needed for the Tea Party. Most of which you acquired, having run around all the Queendom all morning until early afternoon, hand in hand like children in a candy store. Eyes bigger than their stomachs as they stocked up on sweetest delights. Yet with no one to wave a finger in your face and scold you. You both strayed from the checklist slightly.

“You seem quite deep within your pool of thoughts.”

As if someone had popped your balloon, you snap out of your thoughts, shaking your head wordlessly. “Is something wrong?” Soft gray eyes that reveal so much to you. Concern, curiosity, love. All of each in which he wants you to see.

“… No. I was just thinking.” He tilts his head further, brows furrowing together, yet he doesn’t speak, merely observing you. Watching you gather your thoughts in a way that would make sense, he squeezes your hand. A subtle motion, but one that has your shoulders relaxing almost instantly.

“We’re soulmates..” It comes out as a breathless laugh, as if dawning on you, that your soulmate was none other than the Riddle Rosehearts.

“… We are…” There's hesitance, yet not of regret or dislike, but of embarrassment and joy. The apples of his cheeks turn a soft pink, as he does a quick glance to your hand—his hand—hands entwined. He thinks to move for a moment, his palm pulling away. You won’t let him. The action startles him, a gentle clap sound following as your reposition your hand closer, tighter than before.

“Your hand is warm.” He mutters under his breath, eyes moving away from you, as you blink.

What could possibly be beyond its green leaves, beyond the twisting and winding of branches? Beyond the red strings that followed closely behind as you climbed, higher and higher and higher. As you swat aside leaves, feeling branches scratch your cheeks. You knew the answer, yet it’s different. There are clouds. White fluffy clouds that slowly crawl against the blue sky. It’s different, yet—

“I'm happy… that we’re soulmates…“ There’s a breeze that blows, dances across your face, and ruffles your clothing, that makes Riddle’s words seem like a melody you have oh so long to hear.

And it is better than you expected.

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cvlutos · 11 months

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♰ 2.5K FOLLOWERS EVENT♰

Dearest Beauty,

You have dedicated much of your time and resources to the NRC Host Club, and we sincerely thank you. Having none so very dedicated. So as a gift to you, we have compiled a list of instructions for one to follow, so that you may have your very own dream date with the one of your choosing. Now, time is ticking, so you have from June 12th to June 17th, a grand total of five days to have all in order and design your dream date. I simply can't wait to finally see you, and I am quite eager to see who you pick.

— President of the NRC Host Club

VIL SCHOENHEIT

INSTRUCTIONS:

☐ Tell Us About Yourself.

➻Name, Personality, Appearance, Hobbies, any and all that should describe you.

➻ Share your favorite flowers, your favorite desserts and treats, your favorite teas, remember this day is all about you.

☐ Select Your Favorite Host.

➻ HOST SELECTION

➻ If you so desire, select two, but no more than three.

☐ Describe Your Dream Date.

➻ Is it a Picnic in the Sun, A day lazy in a Breezy Garden, Swimming in the Sea, Attending an Orderly Party, Having a cup of steaming tea, or Ballroom Dancing?

☐ Describe The Theme.

➻ Is it fancy and elegant, fun and cozy, upbeat and loud, jazzy and poetic. ➻ Tell us if you wish it to be more romantic or platonic.

☐ Wait Patiently.

➻ There is a quite extensive list of those young and eager, but time will be made for you.

Thank you truly from the bottom of my heart for 2.5K Followers! Honestly, it truly has been a ride with this blog and a lot of ups and downs, but this is honestly a turning point!! I am just so excited for what's in store. Thank you for all the comments and asks, for all the fun stories and art y'all share, cause I truly cherish them. Thank you for being so understanding and so patient with me, while I get it together! I'm just so grateful!!

— From the Earl of the Manor

Ciel

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HOST DATES:

To be Planned

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cvlutos · 1 year

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"Heartslabyul's Annual Valentine's Day Tea Party"

Trey Clover X GN!Reader

| 02.13.23 | 0.7K | Rated PG |

T.Manor.Notes: Like i like it. Yet i fucking hate it. Like Trey is so hard to write, but so simple. I didnt know what i was doing. I’m so disappointed in myself, i find it so cute. But ugh, Trey seems like such a subtle playful lover to me.

RULE 546: ALL ANNUAL VALENTINES DAY TEA PARTY DESSERTS MUST BE THAT OR RED, PINK, WHITE, AND GOLD. THERE MUST BE A TOTAL OF EXACTLY 50 STRAWBERRY TARTS, 50 CHERRY TARTS, 43 GOLDEN HEART CHOCOLATES, 230 STRAWBERRY AND CHERRY MACARONS, RASPBERRY TEA, BUT ONLY WITHIN A 100-YEAR-OLD ANNUAL VALENTINES DAY TEA PARTY TEAPOT, AND MUST BE DRANK FROM 100-YEAR-OLD ANNUAL VALENTINES DAY TEA PARTY TEACUPS. THERE MUST BE AN ASSORTMENT OF CANDY, NO MORE THAN 100 TYPES EACH. EACH DESSERT MUST BE PREPARED BY SOULMATES AND NO ONE ELSE.

The taste of strawberries is heavy on your tongue, having taste-tested 15 of the baker’s valentine’s treats. Your hands are pressed against the cold countertop, humming under your breath, kicking your legs as you watch him move and dart around the kitchen. Wearing a white apron with ‘Kiss the Baker’, though ‘chef’ was visibly crossed out horribly in sharpie and replaced with horribly written ‘baker’, with instead of ‘K’ there was ‘C’ that was horribly written over to cover up their mistake. Yet he loves it and wears it every time he bakes, which is all the time. Practically a second skin.

The green-haired man moves around the baking area, having sworn you off from helping due to you accidentally tripping and hurting your knee, your knee that no longer hurt, but he refused, not wanting to risk a “fatal” injury. So to compromise, he instead dubbed you with ‘Trey’s Personal Taste Tester’ which he said with too much of a guileful grin while waiting for you to praise the title, that he worked so hard to make sound good.

Still, he remained good on his word; you were his taste tester, but he’s also a very distracted baker when you’re in the kitchen, stealing a kiss after every taste test, swearing that you had jam residue, or that he had to make sure it was extra sweet. And only laughed when you gently shoved him back to work, before he’d do it all over.

After every timer beeps, after every little ding, a kiss on the cheek, a peck on the forehead.

He’s quite fond of clocks, of different cute timers with unique rings. Yet his favorite. Your fingers graze over the spot on your wrist, the timer at zero and slowly fading, you met your soulmate. You watch him push up his glass, leaning forward to get a closer glance at the recipe book, before sighing and deciding to wing it. Which, for anyone else saying that, you’d partially be worried. Yet Trey’s winging it has never once gone wrong. So you aren’t troubled.

“And what’s on your mind?” He leans against the counter across from you, holding a large mixing bowl and stirring. “Your timer—Well, our timers are fading.” The large black letter tattooed to his skin fades slowly, with large zeroes. He hums in thought, before shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“They will... I’d be more worried if they didn’t. They’re supposed to fade.” He turns to move around the kitchen, continuing the baking steps to the tarts.

“I thought you’d be more,” concerned. You trail off, breathing through your nose as he places the mixing bowl down, moving to stand before you. His fingers graze over your arm and placed a gentle kiss upon your wrist. It sends a hot tingle down your spine and your lips curl in a small smile.

“My love isn’t determined only upon a countdown—Even when it fades,” his nails graze along your skin, “you, being my soulmate, won’t.” There’s a quick kiss to your lips, and he says nothing more.

Your lips taste like strawberries, heavy upon your tongue, and sweet within your senses. Watching the green-haired baker move and dart around the kitchen. Wearing a white apron with ‘Kiss the Baker’, though ‘chef’ was visibly crossed out horribly in sharpie and replaced with horribly written ‘baker’, with instead of ‘K’ there was once a ‘C’ that was horribly written over. With his sleeves rolled up and a timer fading, for you and him have met your soulmates. Thus, forever before time truly comes to an end.

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