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kyeri00 · 20 days ago

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THISSS IS CRAZYYY GOOOD DAMN

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!

requested ask from here!!!

According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to one’s beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.

Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didn’t…huh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldn’t even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. “Ahem. I… accept. Thank you very much.” Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how you’d probably find out, eventually… find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasn’t done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever he’d been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if he’d made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar of…jam? “The rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.” Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. “I am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.” Confession? “I wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.” Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. “I do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. So…shall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.” :)))))

An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting one’s beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.

Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when you’d presented him a cake-themed clock you’d bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. “I didn’t peg you for the traditional type.” Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didn’t notice, even stranger by the fact that you’d only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze you’d seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(“Just thought I’d return the favour. Thanks for the clock.” <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writer’s very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with ‘yours truly’, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that you’d minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. “What?” Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Trey’s had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) “Weren’t you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.” ;))

An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before they’d just had a row.

Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the library’s many hardwood shelves(a fate you’d long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the library’s exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something you’d seen online before…oh well, you’d think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. “You -“ The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Cater’s slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasn’t the case… right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadn’t been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile he’d decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? “I can’t believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cay’s on top of these kinds of things, y’know ?” He’d beamed, his right hand’s fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. “Cheese!” Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? “We should make this official. Wanna do matching bio’s on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date too…” First date? Huh? “Oh, don’t worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cay’s eyes only.” Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. “Now, how does the skate park sound for a date? Don’t worry - if you fall, Cay-Cay’s definitely gonna come to your rescue!” :))

An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, they’d turn out to be soulmates.

Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when you’d asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where you’d offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like he’d just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced… had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadn’t remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?…so of course you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo he’d momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. “Hahaha, why’d you keep that?” “Because it’s special to me?” “Oh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didn’t I think of that.” Ear tips rosy when you’d asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks must’ve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - “It can get cold here if you don’t wear enough protection.” And it must’ve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. “I know I’m not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I can’t fix…but it’s just like that legend about the broken watch, right?” Wait, this sounded like… “So, I’d like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.” :)))

In the Queendom of Roses, gifting one’s beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for one’s hand.

Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when you’d presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadow’s soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringe…yet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - “What? They gave it to me, don’t make it weird.” Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when you’d caught him pressing that daisy chain you’d gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look you’d grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - “Shaddup! You started this first.” Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. “This means you asked to marry me.” Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. “This means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.” ;)

hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s, Octavinelle’s or Diasomnia’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Heartslabyul masterlist?

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kyeri00 · 21 days ago

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what's this for i thought he sleeps in the pod in idia's room

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kyeri00 · 28 days ago

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there's only one thing i have to say:

DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #disney twisted wonderland

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kyeri00 · 1 month ago

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YEYSYEYSYYEEYYSYETSTSYETS🩷🩷

Summer stuff with the phantom busters!

• Im at a girls beach vacay hihii, I'm going a little crazy rn but it's ok IM BAKC🔥🔥

Ft. Mogari, Eugene, Kaoru, Tamon, Ichimiya

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ᯓ★୭˚ Mogari's first thing on the summer to-do list is swimming! Living in a coastal town now has it's pluses, doesn't it! As soon as the temperatures hit hot he's dragging you on the seashore to take a swim. You can't get him out of the water once he's in there, so i advise you to catch him before he takes a dip and hand him the sunscreen. Otherwise he will get sunburnt. When he's finally in the water you'd have a show for the whole day. He's swimming around in all possible ways, he's jumping and flailing himself at the waves. His favourite, though, is to dive - he doesn't even need the snorkel, he says. He's diving down to the bottom and he's collecting sea shells. He's collecting any and every shell that catches his eye - big, small, round, sharp, broken, shiny, dull and colorful.. And he's bringing them all back to you. He's showing off his collection like it's a rare, irreplaceable treasure - and you get to pick which shells you like best and take them home! Who knows, maybe the next activity on his summer list is to learn how to make jewerly out of sea shells!

ᯓ★୭˚ The first thing Eugene does once summer hits is take his sweet time to rest. He's done so much for the entire school year - studying, helping, keeping up and ahead of everyone else, running around with the ghost busters club to go do god knows what.. it's only fair he takes a breather. Still, he can't not do anything - makes him feel restless. His bright idea? Pottery! He's seen people do it - careful, concentrated movements of their hands mending and shaping the clay from a blob into something either for decor or to be used regularly. So when he buys a set he calls you up to come do it with him. In his mind, it's gonna be a relatively clean activity that doesn't take up a lot of energy? Oh boy.. by the time you're done, there's clay splattered everywhere - on the table, on the floor, your clothes and faces. You're both laughing your asses off, giggling to the point of tears trying to wipe off the clay while only splattering it more. All you're left with is a mismatched pair of cups, or something close enough to be called that. They're slightly crooked, the rims and walls waved in peculiar directions and the handles lopped in a definitely not straight line. After having cleaned up everything and now staring at them baking in the oven he turns around to look at you with a silly, mischievous smile. "They're a bit too plain like that, maybe we should paint them?" As serious as he usually is, it's the cutest thing in the world when he finally allows himself to loosen up like that.

ᯓ★୭˚ There's something Kaoru's wanted to do for the whole years, and he can't wait.. he can't wait for the summer anime covention! The seconds there were tickets available online in the beginning of the year he brought two - one for him and one for you! That time was spent in preparation, savings, planning and such. And maybe, just maybe, if you're on board, matching cosplays. It's not like he's already cooked up about 7 various cosplay ideas to match with you, totally not! So when the day finally arrives and you're on the bus to the big city, to go the giant hall where the convtention will be held, he's practically buzzing with excitement. Dragging you by your hand around the stalls, looking at the endless sea of figurines and plushies, choosing trinkets to buy, running around to take pictures with the cooker cosplayers and still geting red in the face when someone asks to take a pic with you guys, because "your cosplays look so good!".. the day is spent without a single moment of actual rest, other than the overpriced food you brought to lunch. Finally, in the bus on the way back, he exhales tiredly. He's absolutely exhausted, and so are you. Even then, he's over the moon about the fact it even happened. He's bringing a good bag of merch, about a hundred pictures and one of his newest favourite memories home with him.

ᯓ★୭˚ Summer is probably Tamon's favourite time of the year - no school, no worries. He can ride his bike around and hang out by himself without worrying about other people around him. Even then, he's happier now that he has you and the rest of the club to hang out with. The best place to be at that time, to him, is in the forest. Be it a picnic or a hike, being between the light breeze and rustling lush trees is a true peace to him. The quiet song of the crickets and the birds makes his mind wind down in a way that's almost unachievable when he's around people, and he'd love to share that peace with you too. Best believe he's bring food with him too - sure, it's not much, but damn if it isn't some of the best food you'll ever eat. The food itself isn't that special really, but the vibe makes you feel like it tastes like heaven. Tamon's favourite, though, is the stargazing. He knows his way around the trails and if you'll let him, he's taking you by the hand and leading you to an open field to lay down on. He's looking at the meteor showers to know when it's the perfect time to take you there, too. He's looking up at the sky and pointing to the different stars, showing you the shapes he sees. Honestly, he doesn't know constellations that well, but that doesn't stop him from just making up some. When your attention is fully on the sky above in search of the falling stars, he's staring at you. Why search for the meteors when he's got a star of his own to be next to him?

ᯓ★୭˚ Oh bitch. Now is Ichimiya's time to take a deep breath and let it out in peace. Sure, he's got to hang out with the student council members from time to time, but most of his summer is soent relaxing away from their prying eyes. He can finally stop worrying to keep up appearances and to have to keep up with being the big scary student council president. Most of his summer is spent around in leisurely walks, sitting on the porch or lounging around in his home peacefully.. or at your home, still peacefully. He's making a list of what he wants to do and what has to be done, but in the end he just does what's necessary. The rest, if deemed unimportant, he just leaves it undone. In all this peace, his favourite moments are when you're just quietly huddled together during the late cool nights, watching some obscure ghost-hunting show on one of these weird channels. You know it's probably bullshit, but something about the painfully tacky script and the obviously fake acting is so entrancing you can't look away. In the end these weird shows lull you both to sleep the night away, cudded up on among the messed up sheets and the sprawn about plushies. He likes waking up after that just as much, because for a little while he can just stare at your sleeping face, and be glad he has moments like these. Sure, that happens every now and then even during the school year, but having nothing to do even when you wake up just makes everything so much better. Maybe he could go back to sleep for a bit too. He's already so cozy, and it feels like the perfect summer break.

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Requests are open!ᯓ★୭˚

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kyeri00 · 1 month ago

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URGH. OUCH. IT BURNS

Should’ve been yuu

It’s their special day! Getting married to the love of their life (is she really the love of their life?) but as they stand by the altar, they can’t help but think back to that one magicless prefect from their night raven college days.

Cheerful and excited voices were heard everywhere as people walked into the beautiful big venue. Joyful cheers and congratulations could be heard from every direction as he smiles and thanks them for showing up. None of the guest catching how dull his eyes look on his big special day.

Slow elegant orchestral music could be heard in the background as everyone continues to greet each other before taking their seats. Small talk and whispers continued throughout the big venue as he stands by the Altar.

Only 5 more minutes until the ceremony begins…

He stares off into space for the next five minutes. Reminiscing about his old NRC days. The good and bad memories. Especially the memories of him and an old friend.

The music suddenly changes as everyone quiets down. He snaps back to reality as he watches the two big doors open. There, in all her glory stands his bride. His future wife .

And in that moment, he couldn’t help but imagine you standing at the end of the aisle.

heartslabyul

Riddle Roseheart

Small gasps and big smiles could be seen and heard from the audience as she walks down the aisle. People stare in awe at her and her dress as she only has her eyes set on riddle.

He bows as her father hands him his daughter hand before telling him to take good care of her for him. Riddle nods before helping her stand next to him.

Pointless vows and empty promises left his mouth as they were now by law husband and wife.

Riddles teenage life flash before his eyes at that moment. Unforgettable memories of the two of you. When you manage to convince him to sneak out of his home at the dark hours of the night during spring break, took him to places he himself have never been to before, the times when you would always run up to him, test in hand as you showed him your score after he spent weeks tutoring you.

That big bright smile of yours

His first kiss

The first kiss you guys shared during winter break when he caught you sneaking into heartslabyul and how you weren’t able to sleep without having him by your side.

Him

He remembers the first night the two of you spent together in his dorm. Him breaking a rule by having someone over past 8 pm. The two of you laying on his bed while talking about each others goals, fears, and dreams.

He once said that if there was no way for you to go back home, that he’ll have you move in with him after graduation and soon marry you. That he’ll make you the happiest person ever.

Now those dreams and talks about being together and getting married felt useless as he is now promised to another, to someone who isn’t you.

Trey clover

He feels like he’s going to puke. He watches as his soon to be bride stands at the opposite end of the aisle with a bright smile on her face. This is his wedding for sevens sakes! He’s supposed to be happy! So why, why does he feel like this is a big mistake?

His teenage years flash before his very eyes as he thinks back to his first relationship.

With you

Flashbacks of the times you would mess with him and squeeze his cheeks every time you got cuteness aggression from him which would make him softly laugh as he pinches your cheek back. Memories of you both in the heartslabyul kitchen making the pastries for the unbirthday party while the two of you laughed together at the sight of flour batter and icing being on each other’s faces and aprons.

The cute kitchen dates the two of you would have as you helped him decorate the cupcakes as he begins to start washing up the dishes. How you would always help him clean his glasses because they always turned out better and more cleaner when you do it.

His first kiss with you during Halloween after the two of you managed to successfully sneak away from the group. The times you would read to him your favorite books, telling him about all the stuff that’s going on and what the characters did, the times the two of you would talk about each other’s futures and how you wanted him to bake your wedding cake because no one else makes better cakes than Trey clover himself.

He doesn’t even notice the small tear that slid down his cheeks as his soon to be bride hand is given to him.

He feels horrible as the future he envisioned with you and only you is now with someone else.

Cater diamond

He doesn’t understand why he feels like this. He’s been excited about the wedding for months now! He even helped plan everything out and made sure to find the most perfect and beautiful suit for the ceremony.

But now he feels like everything is falling apart as he watches his bride walk down the aisle.

And he soon understands why he feels like this as he sees you instead of his bride walk down towards him.

Night Raven college….

Oh how he misses those days….well, more like you. Oh how he misses you.

It was supposed to be you walking down the aisle and being promised to him. Flashbacks of his high school days flash before his very eyes as he clenches his fists tightly.

Your smile, voice, and oh those eyes of yours that always had him on his knees. He remembers the times the two of you would spend hours talking in his room after class about your dreams and fears. Cute study dates that ended in kisses and no work getting done.

Those cute cafe dates that he would take you after finding a new place to go to and posting it on magicam. Sneaking notes or texting each other in class and getting caught by crewel which resulted in detention. Memories of the first kiss you two shared during new years which he swore felt like heaven and you playfully pushed his shoulder while telling him to stop being dramatic.

He still has your pictures and videos on his old phone inside a shoebox along with some Polaroid pictures of the two of you on dates and school.

Sevens how he wishes he can turn back time and beg you to stay with him.

He misses those days. The days when you were by his side and sneaking out of the school to go watch movies and go on dates.

Now he’s standing up on the altar as the vows that he practiced everyday in the mirror for months leaves his lips as he tries so hard not to cry.

Knowing that it’s not you in front of him.

Deuce spade

He feels like such an asshole. He knows the beautiful girl standing in front of him deserves better.

He also knows that the only person who has his heart is you. The only person that made him feel like a whole new person and someone that was more than just his past. You were supportive of his goals and dreams about becoming an honor student and even helped him get there.

You were always there for him and never let him give up when he felt like he was going no where with his dreams.

He remembers the first time he asked you out. The poor boy was nervous that you could see his hands shaking as he was holding out the beautiful rose bouquet to you. Flashbacks to the first date with you hit him like a truck. The two of you were so nervous and shy it was adorable. The way you looked at him with those eyes of yours which always made him shy and flustered.

You always talked to him about exploring more of twisted wonderland, how you wanted to travel and visit different countries and people with him by your side. He made promises to you about taking you to his hometown and showing you around (which he did and you even met his mom)

Memories of your twos first kiss. It was clumsy and inexperienced but it meant the whole world to him. The cute sleepovers that the two of you would have back in ramshackle as the two of you cuddle underneath the covers and telling each other embarrassing childhood stories.

The late night talks about the future and even marriage. You telling him about your dream wedding attire and how you want the venue to look all the while he stares at you with the most lovesick look as you continue to yap away.

Tears slide down his face as he puts up his best smile ever and takes a breath before beginning his vows.

Ace trappola

He swears it feels like his heart is going to jump straight out of his chest. His palms are sweaty as he watches the door to the cathedral open and there stands his bride.

Cheers and mixtures of awe and sobs could be heard as the woman begins to walk down the aisle.

Ace feels like he can’t breathe. This is actually happening and he doesn’t understand why he’s not happy.

There it is

You

It’s not you who’s walking down that aisle.

Memories of his time back in Night Raven College hit him like a truck. The magicless prefect that he become friends with on the first day of school, the one who was always there for him and was able to get him out of trouble, the one who he had countless sleepovers with either in ramshackle or his dorm.

The first person to actually make him feel something after his last relationship, he was deeply in love with you and he showed it a lot.

The meals the two of you would share together during lunch as your friend group would groan and moan about how gross and corny the two of you were all while the two of you boo at them and call them lonely losers.

The countless teases and jokes the two of you would make about each other, the times he came to your rescue to make sure you were okay and safe, the very first kiss between the two of you during Christmas as you made fun of how much he was blushing as he tries so hard to deny it.

The funny pranks the two of you would pull on riddle which later resulted in being collard and suffering through sleepless nights due to how uncomfortable they were but hey, the two of you had fun.

How you were always there for him when he was struggling with his unique magic and oh don’t even get him started of those nights the two of you would kiss under the stars as you two talked about the future.

Cheesy but he didn’t care as long as it was you.

You who he wishes was the one standing next to him as it finally hits him that you aren’t here anymore and that the person he’s gonna marry and spend the rest of his life with isn’t you.

Sevens does he wish he begged you to stay.

Hehehehe 🥰

I have so many drafts omg this is something I made like 9 months ago? I decided to finish it today ☺️

Anyways enjoy this cute fluffy piece of art 😛🫶🏻

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