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Hi May (I hope I can call you that for short?) .. So I have some requests about the ship promt, and I hope you'd find it in you to write one of them (and even if you don't, it's ok, no pressure! Just take care of yourself pls)

- Viltrey with a disabled pet / a stray that they initially took in since the dog/cat/animal were injured and planned on giving it up for adoption when it healed ... I can imagine they grew attached to the animal and it just became their child...

- idikei (I've been obsessed with them lately if you can't tell) being a pathetic mess of a situationship ... (inspired by that one Hercules audio "I can't believe you're getting so worked up over some GUY" ) like the he's my bf but he's also not my bf ... yet? idk I think they might cat and dog and overthink alot instead of communicating ... (possibly Trey judging/helping their ass with Vil if either Cater or Idia get too pathetic

Malletrey and it's lowkey feeling realization...cuz normal baker boi treats you like how he treats everyone else ... (tbf it could be Malleus with any of the Heartslabyul student /platonically ofc cuz out of the dorm I feel Heart treats him most neutral / friendly) ...like they get surprised Malleus didn't know sth, proceed to help him understand without shame anyway ...

That's all for now, I hope you have a good day <3

you can call me may! the nishikifishes part is just my insta handle and it has a funny ring to it, like when people call kiryu kazuma from the yakuza games "john yakuza" (fun fact: nishikifishies is actually a reference to the yakuza games! nishikiyama akira has a tattoo of a carp on his back hehe) anyways! I did all three requests because I couldn't decide which one I liked the best! these are all 500-600 words, so super short. I hope you like!!

"Viltrey with a disabled pet / a stray that they initially took in since the dog/cat/animal were injured and planned on giving it up for adoption when it healed ... I can imagine they grew attached to the animal and it just became their child..."

After taking off the bandage that had pinned its injured wing to its side, Vil stared at the raven that sat on her leg, staring into its eyes. She cocked her head to one side, and the raven mimicked her movement, blinking at her curiously. It looked quite odd when stared at from head-on, but it was just one of the bird's many charming features. They were broken away from their staring contest by the sound of Trey opening the screen door to the enclosed porch, a bowl of fruit in hand for the bird.

"Looks like someone's finally out of his cast," he observed, sitting beside Vil on the wicker bench, the straw creaking beneath his weight. The raven's deep black feathers ruffled a bit in excitement as Trey placed the bowl of fruit on his knee for the bird to pick from. As it ate, Vil gently scratched at its neck with her finger.

"You know, I'm starting to grow quite fond of this little beast," she chuckled, staring affectionately at the bird as it ate. "But he's got to go back to the wild sooner or later."

"I don't think he ever will if we keep spoiling him like this. Besides, I'm not sure it's exactly legal to keep a wild animal as a pet." As if perfectly understanding Trey's words, the raven beat its wings against its sides, squawking at him in protest, making Vil giggle.

"You're right there. I'm sure if we set him free, he'll just keep coming back."

"That's not neccessarily a bad thing. At least he gets to stay in the wild," Trey shrugged, wiping a stray piece of strawberry hanging from its beak. "If he keeps coming back, that's not exactly our fault, is it?"

"True. I suppose I'll leave the screen door open for him and let him leave when he's ready." With a sigh, she set the bird down on the ground so that she could stand and prop open the door to the enclosed porch, though he immediately flew up to her shoulder, picking through her hair with a self-satisfied trill. Vil hung her head with a sigh while Trey rose to his feet, laughing as he pet the raven's fluffed-up neck feathers. He rested his forehead against Vil's, watching the bird out of the corner of his eye.

"Looks like he's not making this easy for us, is he? Should we give him a name?"

"I thought he wasn't our pet."

"He doesn't have to be our pet to have a name," Trey scoffed, his hand finding Vil's at her side.

"You don't want to let him go either, do you?"

Trey shook his head with a wry grin, pressing a kiss to Vil's cheek.

"How does Ulysses sound? I think it's an appropriately dramatic name for a raven," Vil suggested, taking him off her shoulder and onto her hand to take him outside. When she stepped past the threshold, he opened his wings, flapping them a few times before taking off. She laid her head on top of Trey's as they watched the raven - Ulysses - fly away for a moment before heading back inside. As she followed Trey back into the house, she saw the raven land in front of their porch door, cawing and beating its wings again. They met each other's eyes and couldn't help but giggle.

"idikei (I've been obsessed with them lately if you can't tell) being a pathetic mess of a situationship ... (inspired by that one Hercules audio "I can't believe you're getting so worked up over some GUY" ) like the he's my bf but he's also not my bf ... yet? idk I think they might cat and dog and overthink alot instead of communicating ... (possibly Trey judging/helping their ass with Vil if either Cater or Idia get too pathetic"

"Ughhhhhhhhh, this sucks. People suck. I hate this. This is why I don't talk to people IRL," Idia groaned, laying in bed the wrong way with his feet propped up against the wall and his head hanging off the edge of the bed. He took a hit from his dab pen, letting the smoke waft from his blue lips. Vil, who was sitting beside him on the bed with a cigarette, could only roll her eyes at his whining.

"What could you possibly want? You call me over for a smoke, and yet you've been doing nothing but sigh and bitch and moan about your vague interpersonal problems like you're waiting for me to sympathize and ask you what's wrong. It's pathetic, really," she scoffed, blowing tobacco smoke over her shoulder. Idia looked up at her with a paltry attempt at puppy-dog eyes, which only caused Vil to grimace at him. "Don't… don't ever look at me like that again. Fine, I'll humor you since you seem incapable of dealing with your problems in an efficient manner. What's wrong, Idia? You know you can always talk to me about anything." Her tone was condescending as she reached over to give his freezing cold, gray hand a patronizing squeeze, though he snatched it away with a grimace of his own.

"Thank you for asking, my kind and sincere friend," he groaned in a similarly disingenuous manner, crossing his arms over his chest. "I, uh… I've been… talking to someone? And it's sooo annoying because he's pretty much an impenetrable wall and I can never tell what he's thinking, and it's not like there's a skip button I can use to skip to the good stuff, so there's all this guessing involved, and I'm a probabilities guy. I hate guessing. I think I might like him, and he drags me around to do all this kinda romantic stuff with him like a dating sim route, but he gets all weird about stuff sometimes and-"

"Who?" Vil mirrored his movement, crossing her own arms. She didn't seem to believe his words.

"Well, since you're going to be such a stuck up bitch and not let me speak, I don't think I have to tell you," he snapped back, glaring up at Vil, who responded by leaning in and blowing cigarette smoke in his face.

"I'm going to give you cancer via secondhand smoke unless you suck it up and tell me who you're wasting your breath on. If you keep beating around the bush, at this rate you won't have any breath left to complain about him with." Idia covered her face with his hand and shoved her back, sitting up to blow smoke from his dab pen in her face in retaliation.

"That's not how that works and you know it," he sneered, backing her against the headboard. She let him have his moment of power before pinning him down and blowing another puff of tobacco smoke in his face, making him gag and sputter. "God, fine! Fine! I'll tell you! Get off me!" She shook her head with a leer, threatening to raise her cigarette to her lips again. "Ugh, you suck even worse than Cater does. At least he's nice-"

"Cater? Really? You never fail to impress me with your poor judgement."

"You're such a bitch! Get out of my face!" Idia whined, wriggling out from her grasp. "I guess the cat's out of the bag, then. That's great. Just… don't tell him, okay?"

"I won't, don't worry," she reassured, her voice growing soft. "Well, reserving my judgement, I think you ought to be direct, especially if it's Cater we're talking about."

"But what if he isn't into me and that makes things awkward?" Idia whined, his sharp teeth stinging his skin as he chewed on his lip.

"That's a chance you have to be willing to take. Knowing him, he's never going to take it, so you're going to have to steer things in the direction you want them to go if you want more from him."

"Ugh, I hate you for being so reasonable."

"You asked for my advice. Don't complain if that wasn't what you wanted to hear."

A/N: sorry I had to sneak some (platonic) idivil in here I love them too much they suck so bad

"Malletrey and it's lowkey feeling realization...cuz normal baker boi treats you like how he treats everyone else ... (tbf it could be Malleus with any of the Heartslabyul student /platonically ofc cuz out of the dorm I feel Heart treats him most neutral / friendly) ...like they get surprised Malleus didn't know sth, proceed to help him understand without shame anyway ..."

Malleus stared dumbfounded at the box in his hands. It was relatively small and cool in his hands with his name written in Trey's upright handwriting across the top in gold marker.

"Open it," Trey urged, sitting across from him at one of the tables in the Diasomnia lounge. Malleus reductantly sat down with him, opening the box. Inside was a cake small enough for two people to share, decorated with all sorts of frills and embellishments in shades of pale pink, white, and green. Trey carefully pulled the cake out of the box, setting it on one of the three plates he had instructed Malleus to bring out before he arrived. When he cut into it and served up half of the small cake, Malleus couldn't believe his eyes. It took on the appearance of a cake, but the inside was made up of ice cream in four alternating layers of cherry and vanilla. He looked back up at Trey as he served himself the other half, stunned to silence.

"Clover… how did you do this?" he asked, furrowing his brow as he stared at the piece of cake. "It's ice cream. That's not possible."

"Sure it is. All you have to do is pack soft ice cream into a mold and freeze it. It's pretty easy as long as you work quickly," he shrugged, taking one of the ornate silver spoons that Malleus had brought along with the plates. Malleus followed along with his explanation, paying rapt attention.

"Is that so?" Malleus hesitated to take a bite of the cake, his eyes narrowing as he cautiously scooped up a little piece. Trey watched him expectantly, a soft smile on his face.

"It's okay, Malleus. There's nothing weird in it. Try it," he reassured, picking up a scoop for himself. "Here, I'll eat it with you. I made it for us to share, anyways."

Taking a deep breath, Malleus and Trey ate their bites of cake at the same time, and suddenly, Malleus's world seemed a bit brighter. The "cake" was cool, light, and refreshing, with the tart cherries cutting through the sweet cream and frosting. There was a slightly nutty flavor in the frosting, likely from almond extract if he had learned anything from eating Trey's treats for so long.

"Well, how is it?" Trey leaned forward a bit, an eager shine in his eyes as he watched Malleus eat.

"You have truly outdone yourself, Clover. What compelled you to make this for me?"

"Well, I remember you telling me how much you like ice cream, and, well… Lilia told me about your dislike for cakes a while back. I thought I'd make a cake that you'd be sure to like and made it one that we can share. Sweet treats are always better when you share them, don't you think?"

Malleus turned his head away with a slight blush at the mention of his distaste for cake, though he couldn't help a wry smirk at the way Trey had seen right through him, as if to touch his very soul. It was a simple gesture, but the meaning was monumental to Malleus. Nobody had ever taken the time or care to do something like this for him, and yet it seemed almost second nature to Trey.

"I suppose you're right," he conceded after mulling over his answer for a moment. "Even ice cream is much more satisfying when shared. Thank you for going through all of this trouble for me."

"It was nothing, really. My sister loves ice cream cakes, I make one every year for her birthday. She likes hers with toffee and butter pecan ice cream. I wasn't sure what flavor you would like, but I figured you can't go wrong with cherry and vanilla. Do you have any special requests for next time?" he asked, taking another bite of the cake.

"Next time?"

"Well, you like it, don't you? I'll gladly make another one for you sometime."

"You're too generous for your own good, Clover."

"You haven't answered my question, Malleus."

"…I would like strawberry and lemon next time."

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