Hello again! I am here again with some headcanons. This for a fan event that me and a friend of mine @shuji123 made up!
The event basically is based on Cinderella.
People wears magical glass slippers that leads them to the dance floor where they would dance with their fated true love. However they also been enchanted by a face blind spell that will only disappear once the dance is over.
Here is the boys reactions when they see you as their fated true love.
As the enchantment shatters like spun glass, Riddle turns with a calm breath—expecting decorum.
His expression freezes. For a split second, he doesn’t speak—he just stares, eyes wide and full of quiet disbelief. “You…?” The word is barely above a whisper.
Then the guilt sets in. How many times has he scolded you for things you did with good intentions? How many times did you show him kindness anyway? He takes a step forward, voice trembling. “I… I never imagined it could be you. But… I’m glad it is.”
The moment the spell fades, Trey blinks slowly, turning toward the person who had just been laughing softly with him about his “two left feet.”
His smile comes easily—gentle, warm, a little shy around the edges. “Guess the stars were right—you are my perfect match.” He chuckles quietly, then takes off his glasses to clean them—nerves creeping up behind his calm demeanor. “Well, if you’ll have me… I’d be honored to keep dancing with you, glass slippers or not.”
He opens his eyes, expecting something MagiCam-worthy. But when he sees you, he just stops.
His painted-on grin falters for a heartbeat, replaced with something real. His brows rise—he’s stunned. Then he lets out a small, breathless laugh. “Woah. You’re seriously my match?” And then softer, “I mean… wow. It feels right.”
Then he’s back to beaming. “Gonna need a selfie with you ASAP, babe~ This moment? Totally priceless.”
When the magic lifts, Ace looks around like “okay, let’s get this over with.”
His entire face short-circuits.
“Wha—HUH?! You’re kidding, right?” He laughs, flustered, then rubs the back of his neck with a huff. “I mean—not that I’m complaining or anything, but seriously? You?”
Then, with a rare, genuine softness: “…Guess that explains why dancing with you didn’t suck.” He grins, cheeks red. “Don’t get used to the flattery, ‘kay?”
The spell breaks—and Deuce turns to look at his partner, expecting someone graceful, someone elegant...
Instead, he sees you. His eyes go huge. “Y-Y/N?!”
He stumbles over his own feet. “I—I didn’t… You’re my…? Oh man.” His hands hover awkwardly like he’s not sure whether to bow or apologize. Then, slowly, a sincere smile spreads across his face.
“I’m really happy. I can’t believe it’s you… but I’m so glad it is.” He gently offers his hand again—his ears pink. “If it’s okay… can we dance one more time? Just us.”
The spell lifts, and Leona exhales, impatient. He turns lazily—bored and ready to brush the whole thing off.
His eyes narrow. Then open.
He looks away for a long moment, jaw clenched. “You?” he mutters under his breath. Not angry—afraid. Because someone like you is dangerous. You are the type that could slip under his guard and stay.
“…You’re really unlucky, you know,” he finally says, voice low. “Getting stuck with a guy like me.”
But he doesn’t walk away.
Because deep down, maybe this cursed glass slipper finally fits.
The magic fades—and Ruggie blinks fast. His face scrunches up as he sees who it is.
He actually chokes on his own spit, then laughs out loud in disbelief.
“Nooo way. Seriously?! You got scammed by fate, huh?” But the laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. Because behind the joke is a flash of awe, a quiet flutter of something he doesn’t think he deserves.
“You… you sure this ain’t some fluke?” he asks quietly, voice softer than usual. And when you smile at him?
He grins, a little crooked.
“…Guess I better stop skipping out on breakfast. Got someone to impress now.”
Jack feels the magic vanish—and his instincts kick in before his thoughts do. He turns and locks eyes with you.
His mouth parts, stunned. “Y/N…?”
He’s completely still. Like someone punched him straight in the chest. His ears twitch, and he looks away almost immediately, the tips of them bright red.
“I—I don’t get it,” he says. “You… you’re always so kind. And strong. Why would someone like you be fated for someone like me?”
“…But I’m not gonna reject it. I’ll work hard to be worthy of it. Of you.”
He gently, almost shyly, holds out his hand again.
The enchantment fades. Azul brushes a hand through his hair, ready to paste on his usual pleasant smile—
His glasses nearly slip off.
“Y/N?” he breathes, startled. His brain short-circuits—surely not. Surely fate wouldn't be so cruel.
Because you’re the one person who helped him, smiled at him, saw through him without demanding a single thing.
“This must be a mistake,” he says stiffly, guarding his voice behind a businesslike tone. “You deserve someone… far more noble. Someone better.”
But when you step toward him—soft eyes, genuine smile—his walls crack just a little.
“…I’ll protect this bond,” he murmurs, barely audible. “Even if it’s fragile. Even if it’s foolish.”
The magic lifts. Jade’s ever-present grin flickers into something still. Almost… unreadable.
“Well,” he says smoothly, tilting his head as he stares directly at her. “How utterly unexpected.”
The gentle, intuitive person who treated even him with warmth? The one who brought him wildflowers once, just because?
He steps closer with deliberate calm, but there’s a rare glint in his eye—something almost reverent.
“…You do realize what this means, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You’ve wandered into very deep waters, dear Y/N.”
His smile returns—still sharp, but now laced with something tender.
“I hope you’ll let me keep you safe in them.”
The second the spell breaks, Floyd whips around in excitement.
“Oi~! Who’s my shrimpy fate—”
Eyes wide. Expression unreadable. For a long second, he’s just… silent.
A gigantic grin spreads across his face.
“EH?? SHRIMPY?? YOU’RE MINE?? AHAHAHA!! THIS IS SO FUNNY!!”
He grabs you, spins you around. “Now you can’t escape, y’know? Not from fate~!”
But even through the playful tone, there’s a weird softness in his eyes when he looks at you.
“…You really danced with me, huh?” he says, quieter now. “Guess you’re stuck with me forever, Y/N~ …That okay?”
The moment the magic lifts, Kalim gasps—
He beams, eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. It’s not confusion—it’s pure, overflowing joy.
He clasps your hands instantly.
“I can’t believe it was you! That’s amazing! I knew you felt so warm—but you?!”
And then? He laughs. Bright and loud and full of delight.
He whirls you into another impromptu spin. The music may be over, but Kalim is still dancing.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world! You’re my destined one?! I’m gonna tell Jamil! We’re gonna throw a whole party just for this!”
But when things quiet down, he leans in close and says more gently—
“…I really hope I can make you as happy as you make me everyday.”
Jamil stares. His entire posture stiffens.
He looks at you like someone just told him the moon is in love with the sea.
Not because you’re unsuitable. But because you are everything he never dared imagine he could have.
Someone too kind. Too selfless. Too good.
He steps back slightly, gaze guarded, walls going up by instinct.
“…This doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Fate must be mistaken.”
But then he sees your eyes—that look—and his breath hitches.
You're not afraid. You are not second-guessing. You’re just there. Standing there with open arms.
And something inside Jamil breaks—in the best way. His arms wrapped around you.
“…Don’t disappear,” he says quietly. “If this is real… then stay.”
The moment the spell fades and your face becomes clear, Vil’s breath halts.
His eyes widen just a little—barely perceptible to others, but a storm of surprise in his heart.
He says it softly. Like a revelation.
But with a kind of reverence he didn’t know he was capable of.
Vil steps closer. He studies you—truly sees you.
Not just your softness or your sweetness—but your strength too. The quiet kind. The kind that shines brightest under pressure.
He exhales, then offers you a hand once more.
“Then I am lucky. Because to be paired with someone like you—someone so sincere… I must be doing something right.”
And though he hides it well, there’s a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
The moment he sees you, Rook presses a hand to his heart like he’s been shot.
His entire face lights up—thrilled, amazed, deeply enchanted.
“Quelle beauté, quelle grâce—! My dear, to think it was you! My heart knew your soul long before my eyes saw your face!”
He circles around you with practiced grace, admiring every gesture, every shift of expression. Not to make you uncomfortable—but like a painter taking in their muse.
“It must be fate. There’s no other explanation for the perfection of this pairing!”
He kisses your hand dramatically.
“I shall devote myself to uncovering every layer of your mystery, ma colombe. This is but the beginning of our story~”
His ears go red instantly.
“Wha—You—you’re the person I was dancing with?!”
It short-circuits his brain.
Sure, it felt nice during the dance. Gentle. Comforting. But You?!
He splutters. He’s embarrassed. He doesn't know where to look. His image!! What would Vil say?!
“…W-Well, it’s not like I’m upset or nothin’! I mean, you’re great! I just—uh—wow, seriously? You?”
Then, sheepishly, he mutters under his breath:
“…I guess I’m kinda glad it was you.”
But he won’t say it again.
Unless you asks. (Then maybe.)
The silence lasts too long.
The second your face comes into focus, Idia freezes like a computer crashing mid-update.
No words. Just big, horrified eyes and visible internal screaming.
“Y/N?! A-Are you sure the spell's not glitching? Maybe it didn’t update—Did anyone patch-check this thing—?!”
His hair flares pink and blue in chaotic, panicked pulses.
Because out of everyone, it had to be you.
The person who brings food to his dorm, talks gently to Ortho, and—worse of all—smiles at him like he’s someone worth smiling at.
He flails for an escape route, mumbles excuses, nearly trips over the hem of his coat—
But before he can run off, he glances back.
You’re still there. Looking at him. Softly. Not laughing. Not mocking. Just… warm.
And he short-circuits again.
“...N-No way someone like you got stuck with someone like me…”
Yet maybe—just maybe—a part of him is happy.
(Ortho will never let him live it down.)
Ortho beams like a kid on their birthday.
Then, more seriously, he floats up a little closer.
“...Please be patient with Nii-san. He gets scared easily. But I think you might be the one person brave enough to reach him.”
The spell breaks—and he blinks.
You were the one he’d danced with. The one who laughed so gently at his awkward steps. Who offered their hand without hesitation. Who didn’t shy away from the magic in the air—or in him.
A long silence. His expression unreadable at first.
Then, a slow, blooming smile—one that feels like dusk melting into moonlight.
His voice is deep, low, fond.
He gently holds your hand—carefully, reverently. Not as a prince, but as someone who’s been alone for a very long time, and now finds himself seen.
“I have never dare to dream of having someone that the stars sent for me,” he murmurs, “and yet here you are. A light that chose to walk with a shadow.”
He bows over your hand—no grandeur, no theatrics. Just genuine warmth.
“If you will allow it… I would like to remain at your side for all the dances yet to come.”
The moment the spell lifts and he sees you, Lilia’s eyes sparkle with mischief—and something softer underneath.
“Well, well, well. I must have done something good if the stars paired me with you~.”
He takes your hand with a little flourish, still playful—but there’s a rare sincerity in the way his gloved fingers curl around yours.
“You were quite the enchanting partner. Even with the mystery magic... I felt it was you.”
His tone dips briefly, more honest.
“You remind me of the world I used to dream of. Soft, but strong. Kind, but never naive. Someone who could weather even the harshest of times with their heart still intact.”
He winks. “Looks like I just found a reason to stay here a while longer.”
Sebek freezes. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.
His face turns bright red.
He is absolutely malfunctioning.
“I- I mean— IT IS AN HONOR! A-AN UNEXPECTED ONE! TO BE DESTINED —TO YOU!”
He straightens up immediately, hand over his heart like he’s pledging to protect you in battle for the rest of his life.
(Which, let’s be honest, he might.)
“You danced… excellently! Yes! You upheld the decorum of the event beautifully! The grace, the dignity—! I was impressed! No—moved!”
He pauses. Lowers his voice, just barely.
“…You’re very gentle. Even to someone like me. That’s… I’ll treasure that.”
He bows stiffly, then softly says:
“I’ll guard you as if you were royalty.”
He sounds… a little dazed. He hadn’t expected it. But as he looks at you, something quiet and peaceful settles behind his eyes.
There’s a slight flush on his cheeks, but his voice is calm—serene, like morning mist.
“You’ve always made me feel at peace. Even when I’m tired, I can hear your voice and feel safe.”
He gently takes your hand and holds it like it’s something fragile. Precious.
“I would like to keep walking beside you… if you’ll let me.”
And for a moment, just one moment, you swear the usually drowsy Silver smiles—a soft, open smile, like sunlight through clouds.
Hope you guys liked them! 🥰
