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OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [HEARTSLABYUL]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, makeout (cater)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this!

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"Grim, please explain to me why I received an invitation to the Prefect's wedding... I am calm, Trey. I would just prefer to know the details before I go and fetch her myself... and may I ask one more thing? Yes, hoW IN THE WORLD DID THE PREFECT GET KIDNAPPED LIKE THIS?! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO CALM ME DOWN, CATER. I AM PERFECTLY CALM."

Riddle calmly asked about your whereabouts, and it does not take him long to immediately get to work. As one of the better respected housewardens among the roster, it was easier to ask for a few favors that could get him to that damned cathedral fast. However, as the traffic did pile up to get to this accursed wedding, Riddle finds himself on horseback.

He does have this awful crush on you, but it never really crosses his mind. Even as he holds certain feelings for you, it's at the back of his mind. Riddle values your autonomy, and this marriage was a massive red flag. Surely, you cannot have possibly agreed to such a thing. It was just not in your nature. You would have protested, and the fact that you are not back in campus means that something is preventing you from speaking your mind. Riddle really respects you in this aspect!

Still, the idea of you marrying some prince who barely knew it was absolutely absurd. Riddle won't allow it, he absolutely won't!

The doors were flung open with a loud thud, revealing a red-head in a suit. Much to your surprise, Riddle isn't burning red with a fiery rage and threatening to have everyone's head off. He's stomping towards you and your supposed groom, fist clenched as he throws out an arm out of anger. He doesn't seem too angry, but determined.

"ENOUGH! SHE WILL BE COMING BACK TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE WITH ME NOW."

Okay, maybe you were wrong about him not being angry.

His voice echoes throughout the entire cathedral, followed by several flinches at his sheer volume. Immediately, the crowd by the rows inch back a bit further as he continues to march forward, ignoring the guards that seemed to hesitate to approach him. Pierce raises a brow, almost annoyed rather than fearful of this disturbance.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. You see, the Prefect is going to be married to me. You can sort out your affairs after the ceremony is over." Well, that didn't seem to help one bit, judging by how Riddle seemed to fume even further at this statement.

The housewarden comes to a halt, sucking in a sharp breath to calm his temper. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to frighten you.

He breathes out your name, sending a stutter through your heart.

"Do you truly want to marry this man?"

It almost makes you swoon, the way Riddle looks at you so earnestly as he asks for some affirmation. Had it been any other scenario, you would've taken your time to bore your eyes into his and study his expression. Instead, you shake your head wildly, racing down the aisle until you have hidden yourself behind him.

Riddle has the nerve to smirk at the shocked Prince. "And here, I thought princes had a code of conduct when it came to their ladies." He turned back to you with an assuring look. "I'll take you home, Prefect."

Truly, Riddle had no intentions of playing around. He had only one objective, to get you out of here. Just as he turns around to escort you out of the cathedral, a pair of guards had blocked the exit.

"No, I cannot let you leave!" Pierce cried out, ready to give chase. "Prefect, please! Give me a chance. You cannot possibly be ready to leave me for... this guy!"

Riddle's eye twitches as he cranes himself to look at the prince. "You have some nerve!" He clicks out, clenching his fists once more. Everyone feels the cathedral heat up, those closer to the aisles feeling beads of sweat form upon their temples. Even as you looked at Riddle so gently, a part of you was somewhat grateful that he was sticking up for you.

Just as his top was about to blow, you muster the will to tug on Riddle's sleeve. As quickly as his reddened face came, it disappears when he glances back at your soft expression. Huffing out a heavy sigh, Riddle clicks his tongue and marches towards the exit.

"Let's be on our way, Prefect. We shouldn't waste our precious time on these trifles."

Needless to say, no one really wanted to test the housewarden's patience as he escorted you out of that Cathedral. Riddle certainly doesn't waste time hoisting you onto his horse and galloping away, not giving the prince a second to try and retrieve you.

He grumbles about the entire ordeal, mostly questioning the absolute ridicule of the marriage. What kind of prince thinks he can get away with it? Riddle is certain to send a complain to Royal Sword Academy regarding their lessons on conduct if no one tries to stop him.

You could easily see Night Raven College from afar as you peeked from behind his tuft of red hair. Riddle is still rambling, a preferable alternative to losing his temper entirely. "That ruffian dares to marry you and has yet to learn your name! How uncouth!" He spat in absolute distaste, and he finds comfort in the way you giggle in agreement.

Riddle doesn't seem to take note of the way your arms are crossed around his middle, or maybe he does, and just chooses not to let his blush show. He cleared his throat, gripping the reigns a bit tighter. "You will find better suitors, Prefect. Just promise me that he wouldn't be so impulsive as that Prince."

TREY CLOVER

"Can you drive any faster, Deuce? No, I don't think we're late. Better safe than sorry! ... Suit, check. Speech, check. Myself, check. I've got everything in order, but... hah, I'd expect to do this type of thing a few years down the line, let alone object at a wedding at all. At least, it's the Prefect's wedding... That's such a weird thing to conceptualize at this point in time."

He really didn't have to be so dramatic about the entire thing, but Trey is really going all-out for this objection. Really, all he's done is seen movies where someone objects at a wedding and while he knows its entirely fictional, our boy here has to drive the point home; no one is marrying the Prefect today.

So that explains why he even bothered to dress up and rehearse a speech throughout the entire ride to the cathedral. He has Heartslabyul helping him out to secure an escape for you in case things went awry. Sure, Trey's Unique Magic won't come in handy but he's good with his words, and is relatively charismatic. He's earned that title of Vice Housewarden, after all.

All that preparation flies out the window when he sees you down the aisle, however.

"Trey?"

He's blinking profusely, almost flustered himself by how radiant you looked in that wedding dress. For a moment, Trey swears that he's had some sort of tunnel vision when all he seems to see is you. It strikes some envy in him when he reminds himself that this wasn't his wedding, and this wouldn't be yours either.

"Prefect..." Trey breathed out, struggling to recall the damn script he was supposed to follow. They are lost, just as he found himself lost in your sparkling gaze.

Screw the script, he was just going to have to wing this one.

He narrows his eyes onto the shocked prince, taking steps down that long carpet. "I've come to bring you back to Night Raven College."

Pierce raises a brow, glancing back at you and the intruder with suspicion. "On what grounds?" He questions snidely, uncertain of what to make of this new character. "If it is for anything trivial, then you may bother the Prefect later. You are obstructing a ceremony here, sir."

You recognize that dangerous glint behind Trey's eyes, and it only serves to make your heart race. Trey simply smirks, hiding away his hesitant exterior with a haughty farce. "I am afraid it cannot wait. I cannot allow the Prefect to be married without saying my piece."

He doesn't exactly know where all his bravado was coming from, but if he had to confess his feelings to you now, then so be it.

Trey looks at you, flashing a gentle yet sheepish smile. "Prefect, I fell for you. Hook, line, and sinker." You let out a dramatic gasp along with the onlookers, allowing a hand to fly to your parted lips. "I have harbored those feelings for a long time now, and I cannot bring myself to see you married without letting my heart be known."

Swallowing to himself, Trey's expression falters slightly, falling into one of softness. "Prefect, it is your happiness that I desire. No matter what happens, I will support your choice."

He didn't exactly have to tell you twice, not when you hurry yourself over to his side and latch onto his arm. You didn't have to feed his ego like that, but it isn't as if Trey had any room to complain.

Pierce is angered by the sight, glaring daggers at Trey with such envy and animosity. "Prefect, are you really leaving me on the altar?" As if to subtly annoy the prince even further, Trey hooks an arm around your waist and pivots you to turn. "It seems to be so, Prince Pierce. I fear that your beautiful bride will be stolen on this lovely afternoon."

You do not miss the way Trey smirks at your flustered expression. Just as he continues to walk you to the exit, you gritted your teeth at him. "Don't say such things!" You tell him as the heat rises to your cheeks. You hear him hum at your ear, followed by the slight press of his fingers on your hip.

"Why shouldn't I? You look beautiful in this dress," Trey murmurs in your ear, pushing the cathedral door open with his hand. "And I suppose that the prince hasn't coaxed this expression out of you. I almost feel sorry for him, that he never got the chance to see how lovely you are when you are putty in my hands."

Trey doesn't stop teasing you, even once you are back in Night Raven College. He wouldn't stop complimenting you either, aiming to have you as red as possible. He just can't help it. It's probably the high he got from confessing his feelings to you, or maybe it's the part where you're unsure if he was being sincere or not. Regardless, it was fun seeing you get all flustered because of him.

You are seated by the Heartslabyul's kitchen counter, snacking on some quick treats that Trey had prepared for you. He claims that it was a consolation for the fact you never got to taste your own wedding cake. Still clad in your grand wedding dress, you couldn't exactly care any less about the crumbs soiling the skirts. "You're no prince charming, Trey." You mentioned mid-bite, eyes glancing at the vice-housewarden who was seated across from you.

"What makes you say that?" He asks you with a slight smile, resting his chin on his palm as he shamelessly bored his gaze into yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his seemingly sweet disposition. "Prince Charmings don't tease the girls that they like until they're as red as Riddle." You huffed, digging your fork into the pastry. "You cruel man! You haven't stopped ever since you stole me from the prince!"

Trey chuckles, and you cannot keep yourself from gulping as he leaves his seat, sauntering towards you like a lion would his prey. "Oh? I suppose that I am no Prince Charming. I'm not a pure white knight either. If you think I am being cruel, I won't stop you, sweetheart."

Your heart stutters as he slides a finger underneath your chin, tilting your head so that your forced to look his way. Trey smiles at you, eyes twinkling with absolute mischief. "I highly doubt Prince Charmings steal kisses from their crushes either. For you, I will be kind. May I, sweetheart? I do not need your shoe size to know my feelings for you, at least."

CATER DIAMOND

"Gah, it just refreshed! They've just gotten past the walking part! Deuce, shortcut on your left! Sorry, I'm switching tabs between maps and the livestream! Prefect looks is such a cutie in that dress, it makes me so envious of the prince! Oh well, she really looks like she doesn't wanna be there anyways. I'm coming Prefect! I'll save you!"

There's just this image of Cater clinging onto Deuce on a blastcycle, raising his phone up for a signal as they attempt to maneuver their way through the streets. Everything just happened in such a rush, and Cater's scrambling to get to you. He isn't like Trey who bothers to prepare, but if anything, Cater will ramp up the dramatics to the maximum.

His real goal is just to get you out by any means necessary, and more preferably, without violence. So Cater will do what he does best; make a grand spectacle of the entire thing until the prince is forced to abdicate. Worst case scenario, he's going to drag you out the door and shove you onto the damn blastcycle.

If he has to play the part of your real paramour, then he hopes you'll forgive him. He's got the suit and the desperate look on his face ready to go!

Your jaw goes slack at the way Cater makes a dramatic run for the aisle, somewhat unused to that stricken expression on his face. You're almost concerned for him with the way he grips his knees, attempting to keep his balance as his eyes zone in onto yours.

"Prefect, you can't marry him!" It's too out of character of Cater, and you know better than to think he'd ever be this undone in public. "Is this what you really want?!" Before you could even reply, Pierce cuts in with a slight glare.

"And who are you to talk to my bride like that?" It is then when you catch wind of that mischievous glint in Cater's eye as he throws out his arm dramatically.

"I am the Prefect's sweetheart! Who are you to take my girlfriend like that?"

You have never heard the cathedral go so silent. You are utterly speechless, lips parted with absolute surprise. Clearly, judging by the way sweat had begun to form on the side of Cater's temple, you cannot help but think that this was all improv on his half.

Pierce turns to look at you, almost stricken by the ginger's declaration. "Prefect, is that true?" His voice trembles with fear. "Is that truly your... sweetheart?"

A part of you feels a bit sorry for what you were about to do, but you had to remind yourself that you had been dragged into a wedding on the same day you met this prince.

You are running now, sprinting to Cater's side as you clutch his hand in your own. Turning back to the scandalized prince, you nod firmly, playing along with the farce. "We've been dating for a long time now! And I'm in love with him!" You declare, sending gasps throughout the entire cathedral.

You glance up at Cater, mustering a smile across your features. "You came to save me!" He's almost surprised by the way you cling onto him even harder, but it only serves to sell the act even further. Cater smiles in return, holding you closely. "I'd never let you go, cutie. I love you too much to let you leap into the arms of another man."

Maybe the act is too good, too calculated. That is exactly what goes through your head as Pierce raises a brow in suspicion, narrowing his eyes onto the pair as if attempting to spot a mistake. "Is that so?" He murmurs until he crosses his arms, disbelief on his skeptical expression.

"Prove it."

Cater and you freeze up simultaneously, heads turning to glance at one another. He looked so caught off guard by Pierce's demand, and there's so many eyes on you both.

"You're both longtime sweethearts, right? I wouldn't want to split apart such a happy couple..."

Cater is staring at you, attempting to read your expression. It's difficult, especially when you look at him as your gaze gets even more glossy. He wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to, and he's already readying himself to sprint out the door with you in tow.

"Prefect, you don't have to—mmph!"

You wasted no time in snaking your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against him with such boldness. He could feel you pour all your wants and longings into the kiss, the plush of your soft lips melding into his own. How could he not deny you his own affections, not as he cups your cheeks with his slender fingers and presses back against you.

He dares to go even further, pulling back for a slight gasp of air before diving back into you. Much to his delight, you aren't pulling away either, choosing to even entangle your fingers into his hair for leverage.

Then you hear a groan from the prince, followed by his pleas for you two to stop this display. It seems that he got the point now, at least.

Even as both of you exit the cathedral, Cater still maintains the image that he was your boyfriend. You don't exactly protest, and even then, it didn't seem to different to the way Cater had been treating you as a friend. He is still as clingy as ever, closing the physical proximities by having you hang onto his arm.

And you best believe he's snapping as much photos of you to commemorate the event. He's already updating his MagiCam account on his success, not to mention the pretty girl on his arm.

"Cater, what are you doing?" You asked, unable to hide the grin on your face as Cater sets up his camera against the tire of the blastcycle. You could see yourselves on the reflection of the device, followed by the grand beauty of the cathedral behind you both. He grins at you as he shifts at your side.

"What? It isn't everyday a cutie like you gets to look like a bride. We got the perfect backdrop!" He sings, sliding an arm around your waist as he strikes for a pose. You follow his lead, matching his energy with each shot.

"Careful! People are going to think we're dating for real!"

Cater smirks at you, leaning in closely to your ear with a sickeningly sweet tease. "Wanna make it official then, cutie? Can't have any random princes asking for your hand, not when you're dating me." He is not stranger to the way you blush, letting out a chuckle at the sight.

"Aw, cutie! Are you still thinking about the kiss? I didn't think you would be so bold about it." Pressing a quick peck on the cheek, he rests his chin on your head as he prepares for another pose. "Don't worry. CayCay's gonna initiate it next time!"

DEUCE SPADE

"Grim, which way?! I can't see the GPS! ... Don't I just have to go in there and yell 'I object'? It looks easy! I'll say it then drag Prefect out of there... Ha?! I need to prove that I have a good reason to get her out? Fine! I don't care, the Prefect needs me!"

Possibly the closest we will get to a legit Prince Charming. Perhaps Deuce is a bit on the rugged side, but he's possibly one of the most earnest and noble students from Night Raven College. He cares about you more than he cares about getting his feelings across, but that is not to say he won't be honest about it either in this confrontation.

He's not exactly sure on how to break up the ceremony. Grim and Ace are coaching him through what to say, and admittedly, the process seems too complicated. All he knows is that he has to run through those doors and convince the prince to not marry the Prefect by any means necessary.

"Deuce!"

He is the one to always come running at the sound of your name. Deuce had been someone you trusted during your stay here in Twisted Wonderland, and you never seemed to stop and think about just how attached that boy was to you. Sure, you held him closely as a friend and held affections for him, but the way he sprinted towards you was a testament to how much he cared.

"Prefect!" You are racing to meet him halfway, launching yourself into his chest. He catches you barreling into his suit, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. Then he takes you by the soldiers, looking down at you with such concern and worry. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He fusses, earning a shy smile from you.

"I'm okay, Deuce. I'm okay."

"And what is the meaning of this?"

Catching sight of the infuriated prince, Deuce beckons you to stand behind him. Cerulean eyes narrow onto the groom with animosity, accompanied by the way his hands are itching towards his wand. "I can't let you marry her. The Prefect will be returning to Night Raven College with me." You can sense the nervousness in his tone, but Deuce remains firm in his words.

Pierce's eye twitches, and he scoffed in disbelief at Deuce's protective display. "I am afraid that cannot be possible. I am marrying the Prefect, and that is final." Clicking his tongue, Pierce rolls his eyes and holds out his hand for you to take. "Come, darling. I am not surprised that you have garnered the affections of an admirer, but I fancy you more than this one ever could."

Something in Deuce snaps as he lets out a cry.

"But I love her!"

You stiffen against his back, taken by surprise by Deuce's sudden confession. And the boy glares, and it almost so painful for Pierce to keep his stare, not when there was so much conviction and certainty behind Deuce's voice.

"I've loved her longer than you have, and known her much longer than that!" His voice cracks underneath the emotional turmoil bubbling within him. "Did you even stop to consider what she wants? Did you wonder if this wedding would make her happy in the first place?!"

You take note of how Deuce's fists are clenched pale, how his breaths had suddenly grown haggard. With a soft expression, you curl yourself onto his back, arms hugging him from behind in an attempt to placate him. His body stiffens against your hold, but he reaches to clasp your hands onto his own.

He is just thankful that you aren't seeing the way his eyes had begun to water at the thought of losing you entirely. "So please," He chokes out, expression twisted with a sort of agony.

"Please don't force her to marry you. She deserves so much more than that."

Thanks to the waterworks that Deuce had caused, the wedding was called off. There was just no way that the prince could marry you after Deuce poured his heart out to deter him from wedding you.

It's almost sweet, the way that Deuce lifts you onto the blastcycle and fixes the helmet onto your head. He encourages you to hold onto him tightly as he speeds away from the cathedral, all the more determined to settle you back into NRC.

By the time he's dropped you off at the Ramshackle Dorm, only then does he take the time to bask in how radiant you appeared in a wedding dress. Thinking about his crush in a wedding dress had never crossed Deuce's mind before, but this definitely gave him something to ponder about for the next couple of nights.

You are handing him the helmet, a shy smile surfacing across your features. "Thank you for saving me from that awful wedding." Deuce clears his throat, shifting his gaze as he takes the helmet from your grasp. "I didn't want you to do something you weren't willing to. It just isn't right."

He doesn't realize just how dry his throat as gotten when he cannot bring himself to keep his thoughts to himself. "I love you. I really do, and I wish I said it at a better time." He swallows to himself, letting the embarrassment burn into the back of his head as he recalls his declaration. It was only natural that 'like' would turn into 'love' after being your close confidant for this long, pining quietly during the months spent with you.

You cannot exactly blame him either, not when his feelings were entirely reciprocated. You shift on the balls of your heel, biting onto your lower lip.

And in a swift motion, you lean in to press a chaste kiss against Deuce's warm cheek. You pull away to bask upon the stunned expression on his face, only to give him a shy smile of your own.

"Would you be down to try confessing again tomorrow?"

ACE TRAPPOLA

"BAHAHAHAHA! THERE'S NO WAY THE PREFECT IS GETTING MARRIED. WHO WOULD EVER WANNA MARRY THE PREFECT? PFFFFT, GRIM, YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PULLING MY LEG HERE. YOU EVEN BROUGHT ME A FAKE INVITATION! AIN'T NO WAY THAT SHE— Oh... Wait, really? The wedding is happening right now? ... Oh."

Ace thought you were just messing him again for that one time he said that no one would ever be interested in you. He simply said that to discourage you from trying to pursue a relationship with anyone else, but he didn't mean for you to prove him wrong like that! He never believes Grim until Deuce, Riddle, and the rest of Heartslabyul receive invitations to a wedding that was meant to start in 3 hours.

This is the absolute worst time to be in denial about his feelings. The Prefect wearing a wedding gown is one thing, but another is the fact that the groom is some pompous prince from Royal Sword Academy. Does that guy seriously think he was your type? No way! Ace knows you better than anyone on this campus, so this guy can buzz off!

A part of him did think that you were serious about marrying this stranger. In all fairness, Crowley's allowance pales in comparison to whatever Mr. Money-Bags had over there. He wouldn't blame you if you were marrying the guy for money.

Still, the last thing he wants is for you to be whisked away to who knows where. Ace would never see you again, and as embarrassing as it sounds, he did get very attached to you. Yes, a part of him wants to keep you to himself, but he also values your autonomy here. And if he knew you that well, he knows that you wouldn't want to be married off like this.

"Prefect, I'm here to pick you up."

You are actually surprised by how princely Ace looked in that moment. Dressed in a suit befitting a groom, you could help but feel your breath stolen away once his scarlet eyes were pinned onto yours. You could have been fooled then, and perhaps, Ace did turn into a prince as he marched down the aisle with his arm outstretched for you to take.

Ace never realizes the way a victorious smile creeps onto his face when you break out into a grin, taking the skirt of your dress as you make run for it. The crowd gasps as you crashed into Ace's chest, and he does not hesitate to take a protective stance in front of you. With a haughty laugh, he smirks at the baffled prince. "Who are you?!"

The redhead's arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body closer to his own. "Sorry about that, but I'll be taking your bride indefinitely! Trust me, you'll be severely disappointed after spending one good day with her!" He snickered, much to your horrified expression. You lightly smack at his chest, glaring at him with that pout that he adores so much.

"Hey!" You whine, and Ace simply beams at the prince who hesitantly steps forward. The redhead snorts, rolling his eyes at the crowd that are offended at his immature display. "I'm doing you a great favor here! If you kissed those lips, she'll turn into an ugly green ogre by sunset!"

"HEY!"

Pierce's eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, as if pleading for you to return to his arms. "You'd best return her, boy. We can settle this maturely." Ace does not like the way that these bodyguards are eyeing him, shifting closer and closer as he backed you both towards the venue entrance. He never falters, and neither does that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sorry, buddy. The clock's struck midnight and all your magic tricks are fading!" He barks. Now, he knows that an escape must be made. The last thing he wants is to have another Eliza-episode. He looks down at you with a wide grin, clasping you arm with a firm squeeze.

Ace sneaks into his pocket, still looking at you. "You know something, Charmant? Maybe not all the magic has gone yet." His hand reveals the Ace of Cards, and it is immediately thrown up into the air.

As the card reached its peak in height, a burst of smoke filled the air, obscuring the magician and yourself from view.

You don't exactly need a signal to start running when your feet began moving on their own, dashing towards the door followed by the Ace's laugh and the prince's demand for guards.

Ace has no white horse, but he has Deuce with his blastcycle! Who knows how the three of you managed to fit on that bike, but you made it work! The guards couldn't exactly catch up in their cars, not when Deuce was dodging vehicles left and right to make this escape. Ace did take one final look back, sticking his tongue out at the defeated prince before you all disappeared around the corner.

Ace gives you his shoes, despite how oversized they may be. You complained about those glass shoes on you, and to 'shut you up', he's given you his runners.

When you make it back to Night Raven College and all the adrenaline has died down, Ace stays by your side the entire time when you explain the entire situation to Crewel and Crowley. He acts so nonchalant about things, even as you both walk all over the campus like groom and bride.

It's a rather odd sight; you in your wedding gown, and Ace right next to you as you both sit on the bench by the Great Seven's statues. Students wandering about at night had given both of you puzzled stares, but no one is ever surprised when they realize it's you and Ace, however.

"Wow, Prefect. Not even a thank you?" He glances at your slightly annoyed expression, throwing his hands up defensively in response. "I was kidding about the ogre stuff! Really!"

You could only roll your eyes at his words, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. When you refuse to speak, Ace sticks out his lower lip into a pout as he leans his head onto your shoulder. "Come on, don't be like that. Are you actually that upset about it?"

There is no response from you, not even a glance as your nose is turned away from him. Then Ace sighs, practically clambering over your lap just so that you are forced to look at him. "Prefeeeect, I said I was sorry! What? Do I have to kiss you to make me apology authentic?"

Only then do you look back at him with a raised brow, almost expectant. Ace blinks with surprise, a slight blush creeping to his ears. "For real? You're serious?" He exclaimed, much to your agitation. You sigh even louder as you shove him off your lap, hastily getting up to your feet to leave him behind.

"Wait! Prefect, I said wait!" You feel a hand on your wrist, twirling you back to face the redhead. Ace bites onto his lower lip, unable to keep the red from flooding his cheeks. "I really just said all that mean stuff to get the prince off your back, you know? I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

And when he sees that smirk creeping up onto your features, he groans as he leans in closely into your space.

"Now look at what you've done! You had me all panicked over what?" You feel his breath tickling your lips, followed by the way his hands crawl up your neck to cradle your jaw.

"If you just wanted a kiss, you could've asked..."

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groovycolorvoid · 13 days ago

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Finally out of the closet writer presents...

Birthday Blues: Marks Another Year of Living

Happy birthday to me~ I'm a day before Silver's! ＼(^^)／ maybe it would be a bit sad for some? But the 1st years pop up here to celebrate along with Grim and the ghosts near the end ^^ GN! Yuu, Yuu is you Crowley mention jumpscare

Summary: Yuu celebrate's their birthday alone (not).

Note: Descriptions of drowning and dying in a dream, somewhat deep-dive to in-game Yuu's personality since I'm using this as base.

11:56 pm.

The candles swirled around in the dark, adorned on top of a cake slice you've saved that you've bought in the cafeteria.

Compared to the night sky outside, you stared at the artificial light, the fire danced out of rhythm as it shines brigther than the Moon.

The cricket's chirp, while the wind runs towards the window, accompanied by the tapping of the rain.

Calming to some, a nuisance to the rest.

11:57 pm.

You couldn't sleep. For unknown reasons to you, Grim had decided to ditch you for the day and went with Ace and Deuce for a supposed "study session" they excuse out.

So, you were alone in the dorm.

The candles slowly die out as the wax melts off on top, letting the smoke turn black at the edge of it's flames.

...It often felt like you were alone.

Once all the laugther dies out, once all the anger was lashed out, once all the tears were cried out– you remained an anomaly.

Standing amongst students like a sore thumb, everyone knew you weren't like the rest.

Magicless, out of this world, a person without a home to return to.

11:58 pm.

You steadily picked up the candles one-by-one as you blew out the ember, just to pass the time of being sober.

The candles rolled around the table's surface each time you did so.

...How many more days must you count?

How many more to hope that you can still return, grieve of lost time with loved ones, blame to onself that you shouldn't had went out that day– the day the carriage crashed onto you.

As it brought you here after, in this unknown world that everyone here calls "Twisted Wonderland". Their world, their home.

11:59 pm.

You pluck out the last candle on the slice, lifting it up to your face. All that remains is a glow, dimmed out as only one is left.

Like a similiar saying goes– "A blown out candle can only mimic what the others give to stand out, until it dies out once more, discarded and proven as useless."

The wind cracked the window kitchen open, flowing inside until the breeze entered the dining room.

It's cold.

You closed your eyes to brace yourself for anything else the air may gift.

Once the wind died down, the rain replaced it's absence as the sound cracked along the walls. The window wide open, yet it politely did not invite itself in cause of their friend's intrusion.

Things always felt so different at night.

You turned your head back to your candle, only to see it extinguish.

12:00 am.

...

Happy Birthday.

You greet yourself, you then lift up the fork next to the plate as you start eating the cake slice. The closest thing to your favorite flavor, you only scrap availability of your resources afterall.

About two or three more bites into the cake, you then stopped eating. The fork clattered to the plate as you brought your hands towards your face.

Oh...What are you even doing?

Did you expect anything new? What, that the bird-brain headmage found your home? That the constant stares of being different stop?

That everyone can understand your situation?

You massaged your forehead to prevent a migraine coming up.

Now you don't feel so hunrgy.

12:01 am.

If only Grim were here, he would've at least finished your slice. That weasel, your weasel.

The chair scraped across the floor as you bent down to lay on the table. Shame? Guilt? Pity? You couldn't put it to words what the feeling is.

You turned your head to watch the open window, the rain now slowing down to signal the end of it's arrival.

Even the rain can go back, why can't you?

Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to fight off your drowsiness to no avail.

And then, it all went dark.

12:02 am.

Snarkiness can only save you from hiding jealousy. Each overblot that ends, they somehow find a piece of themselves.

You were dropped onto a ocean of ink. Weighing down like an anchor to the very bottom.

Drowning, yet you couldn't feel that you were.

The feeling was cast aside instead.

The piece of yourself, removed.

12:03 am.

You may be blunt, but you can't even be honest with yourself.

Slowly, you felt multiple hands grip onto your body. Arms, legs, torso, neck. Pulling down even more.

You don't want this, yet you let it happen.

It's all pre-determined since getting here, huh?

You opened your mouth, yet not a shriek was heard.

12:04 am.

Kindness, the lack of thereof.

You were fortunate to receive even just a small amount.

Whether from people, or incidents.

This twisted world, isn't such a wonderland to you. It never was, the small moments of happiness were enough to conceal it.

The hands increased and starts to aggresively drag you down even more.

Your mouth and eyes were then covered as you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

It hurts, oh it hurts.

But you need to keep going, no?

You started to care, started to be kind to the people that were mutual.

It lessens the heavy heart.

12:05 am.

You weren't sure if the liquid you were feeling now was your blood or the ink creeping into your insides.

The hands started tearing into your corpse, ready to discard right after.

This dilemma to continue trying at this point.

12:06 am.

When the only option is to follow. Until something new happens again to repeat the cycle.

12:07 am.

Then you heard the door slammed open.

"SURPRISE!!!"

Numerous shouts synchronized that almost blew your ears off. You heard the lights flicker open as you immediately raised your head up to see the commotion.

Is that—

"Surprise!" Grim ran up to you with the biggest smile his "w" mouth can muster.

"Sorry we took so long, those idiots over there took longer on getting out their dorm than getting the cake ready!" The feline complains while dragging out you out of the chair with his paws.

"Hoi! Mind you foul beast, most of us here actually asked for permission from our house warden's rather than sneaking out!" You could tell it was Sebek even though you were still in the hallway.

"That's true, I even went past my bedtime for the occasion."

"Man you curfew yourself?"

The volume lessened, but you could make out the voices belong to Jack and Ace respectively.

Is everyone else here? What are they doing here?

Your eyes adjusted to the light, to see the sight of everyone in the lounge right after.

Oh.

The moment you stepped in, confetti poppers flew on all directions, some even getting onto you.

The culprits being Ace and Ortho, even with a mask you could tell blue fireball had a smile as wide as the orange head.

A background music akin to the birthday song starts playing, blasting on the robot's built in speakers.

Deuce and Epel both held balloons, each with different design and color. They also had party blowers that they used along with the previous two after the confetti.

The only ones not having one are Jack and Sebek, as they held an opened box that revealed– a circular cake with frosting that was all over the place on top.

Before you could process what's happening properly, you felt a weight on your head.

You reached up to feel the texture of a top hat.

"Sorry we weree out too, Yuu. We were makingg enough food for everyonee." The ghost that gave you his hat chortled before flying off with the other two ghosts, holding a banner.

The words were...

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YUU!"

Everyone shouted.

Oh, wow..

"Heh, we got my henchman speechless!" Grim plucked a fish shaped candle on his fur before blowing fire on it.

Ortho picked it up for him to place into the middle of the cake, illuminating everything else on the cake.

Multiple swirl attempts at the side, small biscuits circled with frosting of multiple sizes and pipe skills at the top, and the letters "Happy Birthday!" on the whole cake.

"Well, it was a surprise. Bet ya didn't have a single clue!" Epel smirked out.

"Grim wanted us not to say a thing, but let's talk about that later– about time you blow to make a wish on your candle!" Deuce ushered you to where Jack and Sebek were, still holding the cake.

"My arms is getting tired– hurry up, Yuu! So we can start eating and giving your presents!" The light green head huffed out.

There, you were on a standstill.

You couldn't believe it.

They remembered?

You hardly talk about your home life since becoming a student. Heck, you don't even remember if you ever mentioned to any of them.

Tightrope walking around responsibilities and occurence's that are unpleasant. There's no room to even introduce yourself.

And yet–

"Prefect?" Your thoughts were popped out once you felt a hand your shoulder, Ace's.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. I mean you did but–" he gestured with his spare hand.

"What? You mad at us for taking too long?" He snickered out as he patted your shoulder.

"Dude you bought a last-minute present, of course they'll be mad." Deuce snitched out.

"Be quiet! You didn't hear that– I'll treat you to something nice by the afternoon!"

"Yuu! Yuu! Hurry! I'm getting hungry!" Grim climbed up to your shoulders as he rubbed his paws together.

Everyone then stared at you, the candle still burning bright.

... Something warm started running down your cheeks, and everything you wanted to say clogged into your throat.

"Woah hey! Are– are you crying?" Jack was the first one to point out.

Were you?

Ahh, you don't want to dampen the mood. Not like this.

All those joyous looks, now welcomed in worry as you tried to wipe them out. Ortho turned off the music as he floated to you.

"Scanning... tear duct system currently draining older tears. Suggested course of action, cheer the person up." His robotic tone changes back to his boyish voice at the last sentence.

"Here, Yuu." Sebek pulls out a napkin on his pocket while still balancing the cake before handing it to you.

"Told ya'll a surprise party at mi'night is a bad idea." Epel murmured out.

The ghosts puts the banner down before the smallest of the bunch slides through the students to face you.

"Aw, don't be sad Yuu! It's youur special day." The transparent hand pats the side of your face as comfort.

The other two puts up a warm smile, spinning around you. "Alll that gloom won'tt be necesarryyy."

"Today's where the speciall person shoould always smilee. Can you smiile for uss?" The skinny one asks while adjusting the top hat on your head.

"That's right, Yuu! Even if crying can help regulate emotions, smiling reduces stress and anxiety, increase mood-enhancing hormones, and release neuropeptides to improve your neural communication!" Ortho lists down.

"And I don't like seeing you sad all the time! Especially today" Grim wraps his paws around head while standing on your shoulder.

"Cheer up, Yuu!" He smiles out while repeating the words.

Everyone joins along. Each with their own timbre and emotion to it, with one of them hesitating before joining along.

"Prefect of Ramshackle, if you're not feeling so blue now, come on and blow your candle!" Ace uses his magic to rekindle the doused candle.

"Ortho! Hit back the music, were singing happy birthday!" He announces, his bright scarlet eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What?! I am not singing Happy Birthday!" Sebek shrieks out. Already defending his last bit of pride.

"Come on– you said you wanted to give Yuu a better present right? I bet hearing you sing will brighten their day." Deuce snickered out, on board of singing.

"Ye! If ya sing in groups, it won't sound it's a chicken cry." Epel joins in the agreement train.

"Why you– Jack, do something!" The half-fae cried wolf.

"Don't people usually sing happy birthday? It would be awkward to be the only person silent." He insists.

"There's no getting out of this one Zigvolt!" Ortho laughed out as he grunted in defeat.

"Guys settle down! I'm choosing the music already."

Wait, devices can bluetooth to Ortho?

"Devices can connect if I permit it, Yuu!" He answered your self question.

"I'll sing better than anyone here just for my henchman!" Grim cheered out while hopping into Sebek's shoulder.

"Alright on the count of three. One, two, three..."

To say that they were alright was an understatement. It was the most off-key happy birthday singing you've ever heard, they were on beat but– the hitting of notes was not it.

Nevertheless, you feel content.

The candle light danced to the tempo as you stared at it.

Even when the light is running low, you couldn't help but wonder– how would you muster the courage to continue living in this unknown world, without all of them?

Even with their NRC spirit, they are the closest to family since being here.

Only but a thought as you brush it off.

Once they hit the final note of the song, you blew out your candle.

Even in pitch black, they are with you in the dark.

You couldn't have it any other way.

"Mwaha! Let's go eat!"

"Hoi Grim! You can't stuff your face onto the cake! Have the birthday person have it first!"

"Hey where's the plates at? I'll go set the table."

"2nd cabinett topp, Jack."

"Yuu, go sit down, we'll take this from here."

"I brought a game board with me, up for a round after eating?"

"Oh you're on! I'll tear the floor ya'll be cryin spoiled malk!"

"Do you guys want me set a projector while eating? We haven't finished that series we were watching last time."

...

"Thank you, everyone."

10:56 am.

You groggily wake up first out of everyone still fast asleep.

The sun light seeps through the curtain, drying off the rain from last night.

You look around the lounge. Ace and Deuce on the other couch infront of the window, Jack on the floor cluttered in pillows and blankets along with Epel, Ortho in sleep mode sitting the couch you were in, and Sebek snoring at the rocking chair.

Some game pieces was sprawled on the table too, with one of the mini cars flipped over with a piece still on it. The cards were saved and remained still stack nicely at the table, forgotten to clean but not also to tidy.

You then look down to see Grim curled on your stomach, explains why you couldn't get up right away.

You pinch his side, earning a hiss at the pressure.

"Nghh... that hurt a ton, Yuu!" He grumbled out as he rolled out of you, you were then able to stand up and stretch your arms out.

"Henchman, are you gonna go to the kitchen? Can I come, I wanna check for the leftovers!" You knew he mean't to eat them rather than check, and you weren't planning to go to. But then again, you felt a bit hungry.

You nodded as you started walking, the feline right behind you.

"Did you enjoy the surprise? I The Great Grim planned it out!" He announced.

You smiled at the pleasant memories. With one of the main one's being watching the plot twist villain on the series, having the pillow fight of your life, and dashing everyone's face with frosting.

At the kitchen, you opened the fridge and grabbed the tupperware with the food.

"Grab the apple tarts one for me!" The feline went grabby paws for it as you do so and set everything on the counter before closing the fridge.

"It took a lot of convincing to get everyone out, especially with Riddle–" Grim's face contorted to what looked like he ate a lemon to you.

"But they agreed to in the end! I remember their sending in gifts also, you should definitely open Trey's up immediately for food!"

You microwaved the roast chicken while eating the apple tart with Grim.

"...I'm sorry if I scared you." Your companion's voice suddenly turned apologetic.

"I wanted to do something awesome for your birthday, something to blow you away. Then you started crying and then I thought..." his ears droop down as he held the tart on his paws.

"I'm sorry, Yuu."

...

You sigh.

You opted to pet Grim's head while offering a smile.

"It's alright."

His eyes light up, still guilty, but happy.

The microwave beeped right after. Carefully scooping it out with a cloth before opening the insides.

The smell is still amazing, even if reheated.

"Yuu."

You lift your head up to Grim while chewing on a chicken piece.

"Let's celebrate more until then!" He raised his paws up before clenching them in a determined manner.

"Let's." You accept the promise.

Emotions will take a turmoil every once or more in awhile, and maybe the future will take a u-turn.

Even so, you've been reassured. That tomorrow, you'll be with them. Together, until then.

After eating, you've put back the dishes on the dry rack back to their respective cabinets.

You were about to start washing the tupperware, when you noticed the dining table had a dirty plate and fork on it.

That's–

"Was that yours? I already ate the slice while Jack throwed out the candles. But Sebek grabbed me by my scruff before I could place it on the sink!" Grim admitted while turning on the sink.

You bore holes onto it, before picking it up and washed it along with Grim, who was already playing around with the dish soap on the sponge.

Only time will tell what happens from here.

"Grim?"

"Yeah, henchman?"

"Let's get more cake later."

"Sounds like a plan!"

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