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🎈 Children’s Day with the NRC Dorms 🎈

(Twisted Wonderland x Reader — chaos edition)

You suggested celebrating Children's Day at NRC exactly one time.

That was your first mistake.

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❤️ Heartslabyul

Riddle

Riddle researched Children’s Day for three straight hours.

By morning, there was a printed schedule titled:

> “Proper Recreational Activities for Juveniles and Questionably Responsible Teenagers.”

It included:

Tea party

Croquet

Candy apples

“Controlled fun”

Ace immediately broke three rules within ten minutes.

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Ace

Ace treats Children’s Day like a competitive sport.

> “If there’s free candy involved, I was born for this holiday.”

Starts:

water balloon fights

prank wars

“accidentally” teaching first-years bad ideas

By noon, Riddle is chasing him across campus screaming about rule violations while you and Deuce wheeze laughing in the background.

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Deuce

Deuce tries SO HARD to be a wholesome role model.

He helps little kids:

cross hallways

carry candy bags

reach arcade prizes

…and then immediately gets dragged into Ace’s nonsense anyway.

> “ACE WAIT DON’T GIVE THE GHOSTS ENERGY DRINKS—”

Too late.

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Cater

Turns the entire event into:

> ✨ content ✨

Every five minutes:

> “Okay everybody say ‘Happy Children’s Day~!’” 📸

He somehow gets Malleus into selfies wearing a paper crown.

Nobody knows how.

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Trey

Bakes adorable animal-shaped cookies for everyone.

The problem?

Some of them are experimental flavors.

One cookie makes smoke come out of Ace’s ears.

Another temporarily turns Deuce’s hair pink.

Trey:

> “Oops.” 😊

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🐾 Savanaclaw

Leona

Claims he’s “too old for this.”

Ends up:

supervising from the shade

stealing candy from Ruggie

letting little kids braid flowers into his hair because he’s too lazy to stop them

You take pictures.

He threatens you.

You keep them anyway.

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Ruggie

Absolute MENACE.

He runs:

carnival games

food stalls

suspiciously rigged prize booths

Somehow leaves the event with:

profit

extra candy

someone else’s balloon animal

> “It’s called business strategy, shishishi~”

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Jack

Takes Children’s Day VERY seriously.

He becomes:

crossing guard

snack distributor

unofficial babysitter

The tiny kids LOVE him.

His tail wags every time they hug him.

He denies this aggressively.

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🐙 Octavinelle

Azul

Creates:

> “Children’s Day Premium Experience Packages™”

Floyd:

> “Azul, it’s supposed to be FUN.”

Azul:

> “Fun can be monetized.”

You eventually force him to hand out free cupcakes.

He complains the whole time while smiling at happy kids.

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Jade

Teaches children “nature facts.”

The facts become increasingly concerning.

> “Did you know some mushrooms can dissolve—”

You:

> “JADE.”

The children are fascinated.

Azul is exhausted.

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Floyd

Best. Day. Ever.

Floyd spends the entire celebration:

making balloon animals

scaring people for fun

carrying children around on his shoulders

One child calls him “fun eel big brother.”

He is emotionally attached now.

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🐪 Scarabia

Kalim

GOES. ALL. OUT.

There are:

fireworks

mountains of sweets

games

dancing

camels somehow

You blink once and suddenly there’s a festival spanning half the school.

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Jamil

Hasn’t slept in 48 hours.

He’s managing:

safety

cleanup

Kalim

the camels

At one point you find him silently staring into space holding six juice boxes.

You hand him coffee without speaking.

This is true friendship.

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💄 Pomefiore

Vil

Determined that the children have:

healthy snacks

sunscreen

hydration

proper posture

Epel:

> “This ain’t a spa retreat!”

Vil:

> “It is now.”

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Rook

Treats every child like a tiny work of art.

> “Ah! Such passion! Such whimsy!”

He narrates playground activities like a wildlife documentary.

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Epel

Finally gets to act like a chaotic farm kid again.

Starts:

races

apple bobbing contests

competitive water gun fights

Vil regrets everything immediately.

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💻 Ignihyde

Idia

Wanted to stay home.

Instead he accidentally becomes:

> “cool gamer big brother”

The kids LOVE him.

He’s sweating the whole time while helping them beat arcade games.

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Ortho

Prepared activities for EVERYONE.

Including:

hologram scavenger hunts

robot face painting

candy drones

One drone escapes and starts pelting Sebek with lollipops.

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🐉 Diasomnia

Malleus

Does not fully understand Children’s Day.

Attempts to participate anyway.

> “Would the young ones enjoy… lightning dragons?”

The answer is YES.

The children think he’s the coolest person alive.

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Lilia

Thriving.

Absolutely thriving.

He teaches children:

harmless pranks

spooky stories

songs nobody asked for

The sugar-high toddlers begin following him like ducklings.

This somehow becomes everyone else’s problem.

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Sebek

Acts like:

> “THIS EVENT MUST MAINTAIN ORDER!”

Five minutes later, tiny children are climbing him like a tree.

You hear him yell:

> “W-WAIT— PLEASE FORM A LINE—”

He’s actually very gentle with them.

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Silver

Falls asleep during storytime.

Children quietly pile plushies on him.

Nobody has the heart to wake him up. 😭

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🐉 Trick or Treating with Diasomnia Dorm 🐉

(Diasomnia Dorm x Reader — gothic humor, old-world charm, and a touch of wholesome mischief)

Halloween at Diasomnia didn’t feel like a dorm event.

It felt like you’d wandered into an ancient fairy tale.

The castle loomed against the stormy sky, glowing with eerie green lanterns. Thunder rumbled in the distance — either real or conjured for effect.

And standing at the grand doors were the four lords of the night themselves…

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus had gone all out.

He wore an intricate black and emerald coat, his horns polished to a sheen, and tiny sparks of lightning flickered across his fingertips.

> “Ah… so you’ve come to celebrate this mortal custom once again, Child of Man.”

You: “Trick or treat?”

He blinked.

> “Trick… or treat…?”

You had to explain the rules, and Malleus looked genuinely fascinated.

> “So I offer sweets to avoid… mischief? How quaint!”

Then he waved his hand, and an entire table of glowing candies appeared out of thin air.

> “Take as many as you like, my dear. I would not wish to tempt fate.”

You suspected he was having far too much fun being dramatic.

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia was the definition of Halloween energy.

He appeared upside-down from the ceiling wearing a bat costume and fangs — and nearly gave Sebek a heart attack.

> “Boo~! Fufufu! You should’ve seen your faces!”

He insisted on leading everyone in a “Haunted Castle Tour,” complete with jump scares, fog machines, and historically inaccurate ghost stories.

He also snuck candy into your pockets when you weren’t looking.

> “A little sugar never hurt anyone… except perhaps Sebek’s patience.”

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Sebek Zigvolt

Speaking of which — Sebek treated Halloween like a royal ceremony.

He wore a noble knight outfit, complete with glowing green armor and a proud stance.

> “HALLOWEEN IS A TIME TO CELEBRATE THE GREATNESS OF—!”

You: “Candy?”

> “—LORD MALLEUS! …Wait, what?”

He spent the entire night trying to keep you and Lilia from “embarrassing the dorm,” shouting about decorum while you were giggling in the corner with candy fangs.

Later, though, you caught him carefully slipping a caramel into his pocket.

> “I am… conducting quality control.”

Sure you are.

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Silver

Silver went as a sleepy vampire knight (which, honestly, was just him in a cape).

He was calm, polite, and, as usual, very, very tired.

Halfway through trick-or-treating, he dozed off leaning against a pumpkin.

Lilia drew bat wings on his cheek with glow paint.

> “A masterpiece,” Lilia whispered.

“...Father,” Silver mumbled in his sleep, “you’re doing it again.”

When he woke up, you handed him some chocolate, and he gave you a small smile.

> “Thank you. I suppose this night isn’t so bad… when shared with friends.”

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You (the Reader)

By the end of the night, you’d laughed, screamed (mostly because of Lilia’s jump scares), and probably eaten more candy than you should’ve.

As you all gathered under the flickering lanterns, Malleus turned toward the sky, his eyes glowing faintly green.

> “It is curious… this human custom brings so much joy, even through fright. Perhaps next year, we should host a celebration for all of NRC.”

Sebek: “AN HONORABLE DECREE, MY LORD!”

Lilia: “With fireworks and cookies shaped like bats!”

Silver: “...As long as I can nap after.”

Malleus smiled softly at you.

> “Would you attend again, Child of Man?”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Thunder cracked dramatically on cue.

You had no idea if it was his magic — or just the perfect ending.

---

💚 Bonus: The Morning After 💚

Diasomnia dorm was still glowing faintly green the next morning.

The ghosts had moved in.

Literally.

Lilia thought it was “festive.”

Sebek thought it was an “invasion.”

Silver just wanted to sleep.

Malleus? He was delighted.

> “Our new guests seem fond of the decor. Let them stay for a while.”

When you returned later, you found Lilia handing out leftover candy to the ghosts, Sebek lecturing one for floating too close to Malleus’ study, and Silver dozing peacefully under a pumpkin.

And Malleus?

He looked over at you with a fond, ancient smile.

> “Thank you, Child of Man. You’ve made this Halloween… most memorable.”

The lanterns flickered brighter.

You could’ve sworn the castle purred.

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💻 Trick or Treating with Ignihyde Dorm 💻

(Ignihyde Dorm x Reader — techy chaos, sibling energy, and low-key sweetness)

Halloween night at Ignihyde wasn’t loud like Scarabia or glittery like Pomefiore.

It was… glowing.

Screens, wires, holograms — everything in shades of neon blue.

Instead of pumpkins, they had digital jack-o’-lanterns hovering midair.

And instead of a candy bowl, there was a vending machine that spat out random sweets every time you pressed a button.

You: “This is actually kind of awesome.”

Idia (from across the room): “Heh… I call it… ‘Trick-or-Treat RNG Machine Deluxe v3.2.’”

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Idia Shroud

Idia hadn’t planned to go trick-or-treating.

He was perfectly happy watching horror games in his dorm, wearing his oversized hoodie and cat-ear headphones.

> “Going outside? On Halloween? With people? That’s, like, 400% jump scare risk.”

But when you said you wanted to see the decorations outside, he hesitated — then sighed dramatically.

> “Ugh… fine. But if a ghost touches me, I’m uninstalling reality.”

He ended up joining you, Ortho floating happily beside him.

You didn’t expect him to dress up, but he surprised you with a holographic ghost cloak that flickered between “spooky” and “adorably glitchy.”

When you said he looked cool, his hair literally flared neon pink.

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Ortho Shroud

Ortho was so excited for Halloween that he’d programmed his armor to display little bat wings and flashing pumpkin emojis.

> “Happy Halloween, (Y/N)! I calculated a 97% probability you’ll enjoy at least five treats tonight!”

He handed you a bag shaped like a robot cat, already filled with candy.

Then he dragged Idia along like a tiny rocket.

> “Come on, big brother! Trick-or-treating is mandatory fun!”

Idia grumbled, but you caught him smiling under his hood more than once.

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The Trick-or-Treating Adventure

Ignihyde didn’t “walk” between dorms.

They teleported.

Ortho set up quick-travel magic circles that randomly dropped your group near various Halloween parties.

One minute you were in Heartslabyul, politely accepting Riddle’s perfectly wrapped sweets—

The next, you were in Savanaclaw, ducking flying glitter candy.

Idia: “This is why I don’t leave my room. I can’t handle this level of chaos buffer overload.”

By the time you finished, your candy bag was full and your head was spinning.

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🍫 Bonus: The Morning After 🍫

You woke up to find your phone filled with hundreds of unread messages.

From Ortho:

> “Good morning! I made a Halloween montage of our trip! Also, your scream when Floyd jumped out was 10/10 — would you like the clip in HD?”

From Idia:

> “uhhh ignore anything ortho sends you. I was NOT screaming. That audio was edited.”

You:

> “It literally has your voice saying ‘delete me from existence.’”

Idia:

> “…deepfake.”

Later that day, you stopped by Ignihyde to return a piece of candy you’d accidentally left behind.

Idia was sitting in front of a massive screen, hoodie up, eating a chocolate bar.

> “So uh… thanks for, you know… dragging me outside. It wasn’t that bad.”

You smiled.

> “Not bad enough to uninstall reality, then?”

His hair flickered pink again.

> “Heh. Guess I’ll keep it installed for one more year.”

Ortho popped in from behind him, holding a glowing pumpkin.

> “Next Halloween, we’re upgrading the candy RNG to version 4.0!”

Idia:

> “Nooo… that’s how the candy turned sentient last time—”

CRASH.

A chocolate bar sprouted holographic eyes and started crawling across the desk.

You: “...Did that candy just move?”

Idia: “Ignore it. It’ll despawn in about five minutes.”

Ortho: “Unless it evolves!”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your candy bag.

Halloween in Ignihyde wasn’t glamorous or chaotic — but it was absolutely unforgettable. 💙

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💄 Trick or Treating with Pomefiore Dorm 💄

(Pomefiore Dorm x Reader — spooky glamour, perfectionism, and behind-the-scenes chaos)

No dorm took Halloween as seriously as Pomefiore.

Where Heartslabyul cared about rules, Savanaclaw about competition, and Octavinelle about profit—

Pomefiore cared about aesthetics.

And oh, did they deliver.

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s Halloween costume wasn’t a costume — it was art.

He’d designed a dark fae outfit himself: shimmering layers of violet and black, jeweled accents, and makeup that made everyone else look like they hadn’t even tried.

> “Trick-or-treating is not merely about sugar consumption. It’s an opportunity to display one’s refined sense of style.”

When you arrived in your (modest) costume, Vil gave you a once-over, adjusted a few things, and in less than a minute, you looked runway ready.

> “There. Now you won’t embarrass me in photos.”

You didn’t know whether to thank him or apologize.

Still, you had to admit — under the glowing moonlight, he looked like something out of a fantasy painting.

Even Rook gasped.

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Rook Hunt

Rook was thrilled.

He’d gone full vampire, cape and fangs included, and greeted every ghost you passed with a dramatic bow.

> “Ah! Quelle beauté! Halloween, the perfect night for la chasse artistique!”

He carried a camera and a trick-or-treat bag. Half the time, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and started snapping photos of Vil, Epel, or even you.

At one point, he vanished entirely — only to reappear from behind a tree whispering,

> “Boo~! Did I capture your fright, Mon Trésor?”

You almost dropped your candy bag on his head.

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Epel Felmier

Epel was done.

Vil had dressed him as a “cute little witch apprentice,” complete with a frilly cloak and matching hat.

> “Vil-senpai! I look like a pumpkin spice latte!”

> “You look adorable, dear. Now smile.”

Epel tried to rebel by trick-or-treating like a pro, collecting so much candy it actually impressed Ruggie.

> “See? I can be cute and terrifying.”

Later, when you teased him about his outfit, he huffed and shoved a caramel at you.

> “Here. Don’t tell anyone I shared.”

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You (the Reader)

You somehow ended up acting as the group’s candy coordinator and emotional mediator.

Vil insisted on visiting only “aesthetic” houses (no “gaudy” decorations allowed).

Rook kept vanishing to “capture the magic.”

Epel got in a candy-trading war with Ace halfway through.

And you?

You were just trying to make sure no one hexed anyone.

Still, when the night ended with all of you standing beneath the starry sky, Vil smiled — genuinely.

> “You did well, potato. You almost looked… radiant.”

Almost.

(But from him, that was high praise.)

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🍭 Bonus: The Morning After 🍭

The next morning, Pomefiore dorm sparkled like a glitter bomb had gone off — because one had.

Epel:

> “I told you we shouldn’t have used Rook’s ‘moon dust’ candy!”

Rook (proudly):

> “It added flair!”

Vil:

> “It added mess! My vanity mirror looks like it was attacked by a disco ball!”

Epel groaned, sweeping up handfuls of glitter.

Rook hummed cheerfully while photographing the chaos.

Then Vil spotted you in the doorway, holding a cup of tea and trying not to laugh.

> “Don’t even think about taking pictures.”

You:

> “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

…You absolutely did later.

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That evening, as the sun set, you all gathered for one last Halloween photo — Epel with chocolate on his cheek, Rook dramatically posing, and Vil looking flawless as ever.

When you checked the photo later, you noticed Vil smiling softly — not his practiced model grin, but something warm and real.

For all their drama, Pomefiore’s Halloween wasn’t just beautiful — it was unforgettable. 💜

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🐪 Trick or Treating with Scarabia Dorm 🐪

(Scarabia Dorm x Reader — pure chaotic fun, golden energy, and best-friend vibes)

If every dorm had a Halloween vibe, Scarabia’s was definitely “party all night and feed everyone.”

You arrived expecting a chill night.

Instead, you walked into the desert-themed dorm courtyard transformed into a Halloween festival — glowing lanterns, carpets everywhere, spooky sand sculptures, and enough candy to fill a pyramid.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was bouncing off the walls — literally.

He wore a sparkly genie costume, gold everywhere, and a smile so big it made your cheeks hurt just looking at him.

> “(Y/N)! You came! Isn’t this great!? We’re gonna have a candy hunt, a costume contest, and fireworks! And— and— oh, you gotta try my pumpkin baklava!”

Before you could say anything, he handed you a tray loaded with sweets.

You had to admit — it was delicious.

Even Jamil looked impressed… for about five seconds.

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Jamil Viper

Jamil had that “responsible older sibling forced to manage a sugar tornado” look.

He wore a sleek mummy outfit — stylish but practical, because of course he did — and spent most of the night running damage control.

> “Kalim, no, you can’t feed the ghosts baklava— they can’t eat.”

> “(Y/N), please tell him fireworks indoors are not a good idea.”

Still, you caught Jamil smiling more than once — especially when you laughed at Kalim’s ridiculous ghost impressions.

When you complimented his cooking, he smirked just a little.

> “Well, at least someone around here appreciates my effort.”

He definitely made you an extra candy pouch “for the road.”

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The Trick-or-Treating Adventure

Kalim decided Scarabia should go “dorm to dorm” and “spread Halloween joy.”

Translation: you three paraded across NRC handing out candy instead of collecting it.

By the time you reached Pomefiore, you were leading a mini conga line of happy ghosts, confused students, and one glitter-covered Ruggie who yelled, “Free candy!?” and joined in.

Jamil tried to keep it organized, but eventually just sighed and muttered,

> “At least no one’s on fire this time.”

You: “That’s… a pretty low bar.”

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🍬 Bonus: The Morning After 🍬

When you returned to Scarabia the next morning, it looked like a candy apocalypse.

Carpets full of crumbs, candy wrappers stuck to the palm trees, and a camel-shaped piñata that no one remembered hanging up.

Kalim, still in pajamas, was humming cheerfully while sweeping.

> “We did great last night! I think the ghosts want us to host every Halloween!”

Jamil, dead-eyed and clutching a broom:

> “You’re cleaning the ceiling this time.”

You spotted a trail of candy leading out the door — and followed it… right to a group of ghosts still dancing outside.

Apparently, Kalim had given them so much sugar they hadn’t stopped partying all night.

Jamil:

> “Kalim. Explain.”

Kalim (beaming):

> “They looked hungry!”

You:

> “They’re spirits, Kalim.”

Kalim:

> “So? Everyone deserves a little sweetness!”

Jamil buried his face in his hands.

> “I’m putting a ban on all future ‘spontaneous kindness festivals.’”

Ten minutes later, Kalim suggested a “post-Halloween candy brunch.”

Jamil groaned but didn’t actually say no.

You caught him sneaking a chocolate-covered date pastry five minutes later.

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That evening, as the sunset painted Scarabia gold, you sat with both of them on a carpet by the fountain.

Kalim was humming, Jamil was pretending not to nap, and you were surrounded by the leftover glow of lanterns and laughter.

For all the chaos, Scarabia’s Halloween felt… warm.

Like family.

Like home.

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🐙 Trick or Treating with Octavinelle Dorm 🐙

(Octavinelle Dorm x Reader — spooky elegance, scheming, and soft chaos)

When you got the invite from the Mostro Lounge for “an exclusive Halloween trick-or-treating experience,” you should’ve known better.

Still, the flyer looked fancy, and Azul’s note said “Your participation will be most… appreciated.”

So you went.

Big mistake?

…Maybe.

Fun mistake?

Absolutely.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had turned the lounge into a Halloween paradise — glowing jellyfish lights, eerie music, and ocean-themed treats shaped like shells and stars.

He wore a dark magician’s costume (complete with cape and glasses that glinted ominously in the candlelight).

> “Welcome, honored guest. For just one small favor, I could offer you our exclusive premium candy package.”

You raised a brow. “Azul, it’s trick-or-treating, not a business deal.”

He smiled that too-smooth smile.

> “Oh, but everything in life is a transaction, my dear.”

You took your candy without signing anything.

Floyd clapped. “A bold move, Shrimpy~!”

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Jade Leech

Jade, dressed in an elegant vampire costume, was in charge of “tasting quality control.”

You quickly realized that meant he was eating half the candy.

> “I must ensure everything served at the Lounge meets our standards,” he said, eyes glinting. “Even if it means personally sampling… everything.”

He offered you a glowing candy shaped like a pearl.

> “It’s safe, I promise. Probably.”

You decided probably was good enough and popped it in your mouth. It fizzed like soda and made your tongue shimmer for ten minutes. Jade’s quiet chuckle didn’t make you feel better.

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Floyd Leech

Floyd didn’t bother with a costume — he just painted his face like a shark and called it a day.

He darted around the Lounge, jumping out from behind tables and yelling,

> “Boo, Shrimpy~! Did I scare ya?”

Every time you said “no,” he tried harder.

Eventually, you screamed — not because of him, but because Azul’s cauldron of glowing punch exploded after Floyd dumped in a mystery sweet.

> “Heehee, oops~ guess that one wasn’t candy!”

Azul shrieked louder than anyone.

---

You (the Reader)

Your job quickly became “damage control.”

You helped Azul dry off his drenched contract papers, stopped Floyd from dunking his brother in the punch bowl, and convinced Jade that feeding glitter candy to the ghosts wasn’t necessary for research.

You somehow survived the night, sugar-high and slightly traumatized — but smiling.

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🫧 Bonus: The Morning After 🫧

You returned to the Lounge the next day to find Azul in full meltdown mode.

Azul:

> “Who replaced my limited-edition contract quills with glow sticks!?”

Floyd (hanging upside down from a chandelier):

> “It’s festive, Azul~ look how they glow!”

Jade (calmly sipping tea):

> “And they make a lovely ambiance. Truly, the chaos of the evening lingered beautifully.”

Azul turned to you, dramatically pointing a dripping quill.

> “Prefect! You were there! I demand compensation!”

You:

> “I brought you a peace offering.” [hands him a caramel]

He blinked. “…I accept.”

Meanwhile, Floyd had turned the leftover candy into “art installations” (read: candy stuck to the walls) and Jade was organizing an “edible experiment day” for fun.

At one point, Floyd wandered past, holding a giant gummy squid.

> “Shrimpy, wanna see if it bites back~?”

You backed away slowly.

Azul groaned.

> “Why did I ever think inviting mortals to trick-or-treat was a good idea?”

Jade:

> “Because it was profitable.”

Floyd:

> “And funny!”

Azul sighed deeply.

> “…Remind me to never celebrate Halloween again.”

You caught him sneaking a handful of candy when he thought no one was looking.

Of course, you didn’t say a word.

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Next Scarabia (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

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🦁 Trick or Treating with Savanaclaw Dorm 🦁

(Savanaclaw Dorm x Reader — chaotic humor, fluff, Halloween special)

Halloween night at Savanaclaw was wild.

No surprise there — it was less “organized trick-or-treating” and more “roaming pack of sugar-hungry hyenas with a mission.”

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona showed up late — wearing what he called a “costume,” which was actually just his regular outfit plus a fake vampire fang he lazily stuck in his mouth.

> “What? I already look good. Why put in more effort?”

He mostly followed the group to nap on lawns and steal candy from other dorms rather than ask for it.

When you asked if he even liked Halloween, he shrugged and said,

> “It’s just a good excuse to get free snacks. I like that part.”

Later that night, though, when you dozed off during a movie marathon, you woke up to find Leona had tossed his blanket over you instead of himself. He pretended it never happened.

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Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was thriving. He had three pumpkin baskets, a bag strapped to his back, and a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat.

> “Trick-or-treating is just free-foraging, y’know? Efficiency, Shishishi~”

He knew every dorm’s best candy spots — including which ones used enchantments (“watch the candy bowl at Octavinelle — it bites”) and which had leftover pastries (“Trey’s stash, jackpot”).

Halfway through the night, you caught him trying to trade candies like stocks.

> “Listen, ten gummies for one chocolate bar is a fair deal, okay?”

He ended up with the most candy and a small profit when he started selling “premium sweets” to passing freshmen.

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Jack Howl

Jack tried to act like he was too cool for trick-or-treating.

> “I’m just here to make sure you guys don’t cause trouble.”

Five minutes later, he was awkwardly holding a pumpkin bucket you gave him.

Ten minutes later, he was refusing to take off the werewolf mask you’d picked because “it’s accurate.”

He walked you home, quietly carrying both your candy bag and his. When you thanked him, he blushed and muttered,

> “Don’t mention it. Just… don’t tell the dorm I actually had fun.”

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You (the Reader)

You were supposed to be the “responsible one,” but somehow ended up running after Ruggie before he got caught “sampling” candy meant for other trick-or-treaters, convincing Jack not to fight Floyd over a piece of chocolate, and keeping Leona from falling asleep in random doorways.

By the end, you were sticky, tired, and so full of sugar — but you wouldn’t have traded the chaos for anything.

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🍭 Bonus: The Morning After 🍭

Savanaclaw dorm woke up the next morning like a pack of lions after a feast — sprawled everywhere, groaning, and half-covered in candy wrappers.

Ruggie was the first up, immediately counting his loot like it was treasure.

> “One, two, three— oh sweet, I didn’t dream the bonus pack of cookies!”

Leona, still half-asleep on the couch:

> “If anyone wakes me up before noon, I’m using ‘Sandstorm’ as a pillow weapon.”

Ruggie:

> “You already are. You used my tail as one last night!”

Jack, who’d somehow been roped into cleaning duty, sighed while sweeping up caramel bits.

> “You guys are unbelievable. How did candy even get on the ceiling?”

You:

> “That was Ruggie’s ‘flying sugar trick,’ remember?”

Ruggie (grinning):

> “It worked, didn’t it?”

---

When Leona finally woke up, he found you sitting on the floor surrounded by candy piles, separating everything into types.

> “You’re organizing it?”

“Yeah. If Ruggie sees this chaos again, he’s gonna start another black-market trade.”

“He already did,” Leona said, pointing to the corner where Ruggie was swapping chocolate for cookies with Jack.

Leona chuckled — just once — then leaned back and closed his eyes again.

> “Fine. You win, herbivore. Next year, you’re in charge of candy distribution.”

You smirked.

> “Does that mean we’re trick-or-treating again next year?”

One eye cracked open, a faint grin on his lips.

> “...Only if I don’t have to wear a costume.”

---

Octavinelle next

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[tynakiki]

🎃 Trick or Treating with Heartslabyul Dorm 🎃

(Heartslabyul Dorm x Reader — fluff, humor, found-family vibes)

Halloween night had arrived, and the Heartslabyul dorm was buzzing. The Queen of Hearts’ rules might not have mentioned “mandatory fun,” but Riddle had made sure everything was organized down to the last candy corn.

---

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle insisted on a “proper and dignified” trick-or-treat route, complete with a checklist of which dorms to visit. He wore a crimson velvet cloak and a tiny crown, looking more royal than spooky.

> “No running! No shouting! And for goodness’ sake, no eating sweets before we return to the dorm!”

Of course, within ten minutes, you and Ace were sharing chocolate behind him while Deuce nervously tried to hide the evidence. When Riddle caught you, he sighed — but only confiscated half the candy. (Progress.)

Later, you caught him quietly slipping a caramel into his pocket when he thought no one was looking.

---

Ace Trappola

Ace showed up in a “vampire” outfit — mostly because it looked cool and because it gave him an excuse to smirk and say,

> “Careful, Prefect. I might just bite.”

He challenged every other dorm student to a “who got the most candy” contest and ended up with a bag mostly filled with lollipops and prank candies he’d swiped from Floyd.

Somehow, by the end of the night, he’d convinced Riddle to try a sour candy that turned his tongue neon blue. Chaos ensued.

---

Deuce Spade

Deuce took the whole thing way too seriously — he carved a jack-o’-lantern that looked like a mini Riddle, practiced saying “trick or treat!” like it was a military mission, and made sure to thank everyone politely for their candy.

> “It’s important to make a good impression, you know?”

He wore a homemade knight costume (because of course he did), and it suited him surprisingly well. You swore you saw him puff up his chest when you called him “Sir Deuce.” He turned redder than Riddle’s roses.

---

Cater Diamond

Cater’s costume? A perfectly coordinated pumpkin-ghost hybrid, complete with glowing LED lights. He had his Magicam out the entire time, filming your group’s “Spooky Squad” escapades.

> “Okay, Prefect, group selfie! Riddle, smile— oh wait, too late, Ace’s face is a blur. Perfect aesthetic!”

Cater had also pre-scouted the best candy-giving dorms (“Pomefiore gives out chocolate truffles, babes, trust me”) and somehow ended the night with twice as much loot as anyone else — and a ton of cute pics.

---

Trey Clover

Trey was the reliable big brother as always, with a calm smile and a backup bag of homemade pumpkin cookies “just in case we run out of treats.” You’re not sure if he meant “we” or just Ace and Deuce, but you appreciated it.

At one point, a group of younger students got scared by a magic illusion, and Trey crouched down to offer them cookies and calm them with his warm voice. You couldn’t help but think he’d make a great big brother figure — if not a dangerously charming one when he offered you one of his “extra special” cookies with a wink.

---

You (the Reader)

Somehow, you ended up herding this chaotic crew through campus, trying to keep Ace from starting a candy war and Deuce from apologizing to every ghost you passed. When the night ended, everyone was tired, happy, and maybe a little sugar-drunk.

As you all sat under the twinkling lights of the Heartslabyul garden, surrounded by candy wrappers and laughter, Riddle sighed softly.

> “I suppose… this wasn’t entirely improper.”

Ace grinned.

> “Translation: Riddle had fun.”

You laughed — and maybe, just maybe, you thought this was the best Halloween you’d ever had.

🍬 Bonus: The Morning After 🍬

(Featuring one very tired Heartslabyul dorm and an alarming amount of candy)

The next morning, Heartslabyul was suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet.

That’s when Riddle opened his door and froze.

There was candy everywhere.

Candy wrappers scattered across the hallway. A half-eaten caramel stuck to the wall. A mountain of lollipops forming a colorful pile in the lounge — and right in the center of it all, Ace and Deuce, passed out like two sugar-coma zombies.

---

Riddle:

> “...What in the Queen’s name happened here!?”

Cater (from behind his Magicam):

> “Aesthetic disaster, but also amazing content. #HeartslabyulHangover #CandyCarnage 🍬📸”

Riddle:

> “CATER DIAMOND, PUT THAT PHONE AWAY THIS INSTANT!”

Cater just giggled and kept recording while Deuce groaned awake, mumbling something about “too many gummies” and “Ace made me eat the glowing ones.”

---

Meanwhile, Ace sat up, hair a mess, a lollipop stuck to his cheek.

> “Ow— why’s my mouth blue?”

You:

> “Riddle told you not to eat the experimental candy Trey made.”

Trey (stirring sugar into his tea):

> “It wasn’t that experimental. I just replaced the dye with magic dust.”

Riddle:

> “You what?!”

Cue Ace panicking as little blue sparks puffed out of his mouth every time he hiccupped.

---

Deuce, ever the responsible one (sort of), tried to help clean up.

But since he was still a little dizzy from last night’s sugar rush, he accidentally knocked over a bowl of leftover candy — which rolled under Riddle’s feet.

Riddle slipped, caught himself, and then glared at the both of you like a cat about to issue a royal decree of doom.

> “OFF WITH THEIR—!”

You:

> “Wait, wait! Don’t say it! We’ll clean everything!”

---

Cater, still laughing, floated by holding a pumpkin basket.

> “Okay, but first, one more photo — everyone say ‘sugar crash!’”

Even Riddle cracked a reluctant smile when you all posed for the shot, surrounded by candy chaos and laughter.

---

That night, Heartslabyul officially banned “post-curfew candy consumption.”

But Ace swore he found the ban “vague enough to reinterpret,” and Trey mysteriously had “extra cookies” again by the next weekend.

You had a feeling Halloween might’ve ended…

…but Heartslabyul’s sugar-fueled chaos had only just begun. 🍭

End!

Savanaclaw Next

[tynakiki]

🦔💘 A Prickly Situation (Super Extended Tumblr Fic)

Riddle Rosehearts x Male!Reader | Fluff, Humor, Soft Romance

tags: #twisted wonderland #twst fic #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x male reader #hedgehog riddle #x reader #fluff #romantic tension

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Alchemy Class – 8 AM Chaos Hour

You should’ve known the day was cursed when Crewel paired you with Riddle again.

Not that you minded—you liked Riddle. You liked his sharpness, his focus, the way his voice softened when he was explaining something to you. You just didn’t like how often he tried to bark instructions over your shoulder.

“(Y/N), the foxglove extract requires precisely two drops—”

He added the second. His hand hovered, eyes narrowed. He hesitated. And then, like fate was laughing at him, the vial tipped just a little too far.

Three drops.

POOF.

A cloud of pink smoke. Your eyebrows singed. Your partner? Gone.

You waved the smoke away and blinked.

On the stool was a very small, very prickly-looking hedgehog, fur the same shade of red as Riddle’s hair.

“…Riddle?” you whispered.

The hedgehog squeaked. Loud. Angry. His tiny ears flattened back, and he puffed up like a spiky little balloon.

Yep. Definitely him.

You tried to pick him up. He bit you.

---

Gym Class – Emotional Support Hedgehog Arc

There was no time to fix it. Crewel had to move on with class, muttering something about “side effects wearing off eventually,” so you stuffed Riddle into your gym bag.

He did not approve.

“Please,” you whispered into the bag as you jogged laps, “just stay still. I’ll get detention if Vargas sees you.”

🦔 angrily scratching noises

You: “That’s not helping.”

Ace jogged up beside you. “Uh. Bro. Why’s your bag moving?”

“Emotional support hedgehog.”

Deuce ran past and did a double take. “Wait—like… a real hedgehog?”

You zipped the bag slightly to show two beady little eyes glaring out.

Ace: snorts “That’s gotta be Riddle.”

Riddle: 🦔🗯️ squeak of rage

You: “It’s not. It’s… Hedgehog-chan. Don’t question it.”

Ace: “Bro he’s literally giving me the Riddle face.”

You: “Then stop making him angry.”

---

History of Magic – Desk Hedgehog

You smuggled Riddle into History in your scarf. Plopped him on your desk. He sat upright like a tiny student, nose twitching.

Trein: “There will be a test on this material.”

You glanced down. Hedgehog Riddle was staring at him, taking this more seriously than 90% of the class.

Epel leaned over. “Why’s there a hedgehog in your scarf?”

You: “Emotional support animal.”

Riddle: 🦔🗯️ glares

Epel: “…He looks like he’s about to grade my notes.”

You: “He probably is.”

Halfway through, you felt your desk vibrate slightly. Looked down. Riddle had curled up, fast asleep. Tiny snores, tiny spines relaxed, paws tucked close.

You almost died on the spot.

---

Lunch Break – The Strawberry Disaster

You sat alone in the cafeteria, Riddle perched on a napkin. He sniffed your dessert like a king appraising tribute.

You: “Fine. One bite. Don’t say I never spoil you.”

Cut off a chunk of strawberry shortcake. Held it out.

He nibbled. Nibbled faster. Tried climbing the spoon.

You: “Hey! You’re not stealing the whole thing—”

Riddle: 🦔😠 squeak of entitlement

You: “...You’re so spoiled.”

Trey walked by. Stopped. Stared. “…Why does that hedgehog look like it’s mad at me?”

You, shielding Riddle with your arm: “Coincidence.”

Riddle: 🦔 dramatically turns his back on Trey

Trey: “…That’s Riddle.”

You: “No it’s not. This is Hedgehog-kun.”

Trey: “…Hedgehog-kun just snubbed me.”

---

City Walk – Secret Date Energy

You couldn’t resist. You had a break, Riddle was still cursed, and—well, he deserved fresh air, right?

You carried him in your hoodie pocket into town. He peeked out, nose twitching, eyes wide as the city bustled around you. He squeaked once at a flower stand. Twice at a shop window.

But the ice cream stand? That got him.

“One strawberry shortcake. One… small.”

The vendor gave you a weird look but handed you a tiny cup anyway. You sat on a bench, set Riddle in your lap, and held out the spoon.

He licked it once. Twice. Then latched onto it like his life depended on it.

You laughed softly. “Riddle, you’re gonna get brain freeze—”

Riddle: 🦔💢 squeak of warning

You: “…Okay, okay. Spoiled.”

And then, without thinking, you murmured, “You’re cute like this, you know.”

Riddle froze. Stared at you. Then puffed up like you’d just committed a crime.

He turned away dramatically. But he didn’t move when you gently cupped him in your hands. He leaned into your palm, just a little.

Your heart nearly exploded.

---

Back to Heartslabyul – The Return

By the time you got back, sparkles shimmered around his little body. You set him down on a cushion.

POOF.

Human Riddle. Rumpled uniform. Pink cheeks. Scowl already in place.

“You are never to speak of this again,” he snapped, straightening his sash.

You smirked. “Not even the part where you bit me during gym?”

“That was self-defense.”

“Or the part where you almost married the ice cream spoon?”

He flushed crimson. “That—was survival instinct.”

You grinned. “Whatever you say, Strawberry Thief.”

He stiffened. Looked away. Then, quietly: “…But. I appreciate… you caring for me.”

Your chest ached in the best way. “…Always.”

Silence. Then he muttered, “…Perhaps tomorrow… we could walk together. Properly. As ourselves.”

You blinked. “…You mean, like a date?”

His ears went scarlet. “…If you insist on calling it that.”

You: grinning like an idiot “It’s a date.”

Riddle: storms off upstairs, pink-faced, pretending he isn’t smiling

---

Bonus: Hedgehog Flashbacks

That night, Riddle lay in bed.

He remembered your laugh when he tried to bite you. Your hands keeping him safe all day. The way you’d said you’re cute like this.

His face burned under the blankets.

“This is unacceptable,” he muttered.

…And yet. His lips curled into the smallest smile.

---

[end]

[tynakiki]

🌞 "A Day in Kalim's Sunlight"

Pairing: Kalim Al-Asim x Male Reader

Genre: Fluff | Slice-of-Life | Romance | Light Comedy

Length: ~2,500 words

Setting: Scarabia Dorm & Around NRC

Timeline: Wake-Up ➝ Midday Adventure ➝ Dinner ➝ Night

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🌅 MORNING – Waking Up in a Ray of Sunshine

When you woke up in Scarabia, the sunlight had already filled the room like liquid gold. Soft pillows surrounded you, the scent of fresh citrus and incense floating lazily through the air.

And then—

“[Y/N]!! You're awake!!”

You were tackled.

Kalim, hair a little messy from sleep, beamed down at you from where he’d just launched himself into your bed like a golden retriever made of sunshine and joy.

“Kalim—!” You wheezed, half laughing, half suffocating under his weight.

“I had the BEST dream! We were riding carpets over a giant desert made of pudding! And you were glowing!” he said, grinning. “I had to come tell you right away!”

“You... also could’ve told me after I had a chance to breathe.”

“Oops!”

He pulled back and laughed brightly, tucking your hair out of your face with a soft touch.

“Good morning, habibi~!”

You blushed at the nickname — he’d started using it recently, and you couldn’t lie, it made your heart stutter every time.

You sat up, Kalim clinging to your side like a magnet, chatting as you got ready. He’d made breakfast — himself. That part was important.

“It might be a little… crunchy,” he warned.

You tried not to flinch when you found a whole cinnamon stick inside the pancake.

---

☀️ MIDDAY – Carpet Rides, Market Chaos, and Endless Laughter

After a laugh-filled breakfast and changing into light, desert-breezy clothes (at Kalim’s insistence — “Matching colors, please!!”), the two of you set off on a flying carpet across campus.

“Hold on tight!” Kalim called as the carpet dipped over the Hall of Mirrors.

You held tight to him, and he giggled. “I said the carpet, silly!”

“I trust the carpet,” you replied. “But you're the one steering.”

“…Fair.”

He took you on an errand run that turned into a grand expedition. He wanted to shop for spices for Jamil (and you), but five minutes in, he got distracted by:

A flower vendor (“This one smells like sunlight! You need it!”),

A kitten stuck in a tree (he flew the carpet up and saved it),

A snack cart (“We should taste everything! For science!”),

And a surprise flute band performing in the plaza (which he joined uninvited, dancing with the flute-playing twins until one fell off the stage — yes, he gave you an impromptu solo too).

You were halfway home, arms full of fabric, pastries, two jars of honey, and a small cactus you didn’t remember buying, when Kalim turned to you, grinning ear to ear.

“I love spending days like this with you.”

You looked at him, flushed. “Me too.”

He bumped your hip with his, eyes sparkling. “I think I’ll make it a holiday. ‘[Y/N] Appreciation Day!’ We can do it every week!”

“Please don’t actually make that a thing.”

“Too late!”

---

🍽️ EVENING – Dinner Under Lantern Light

Back at Scarabia, dinner was set on the rooftop garden under shimmering lanterns. Kalim had gathered dishes from all over NRC — things you liked, things he liked, things Jamil probably warned him not to mix.

“Jamil helped me make some of this,” Kalim whispered proudly. “He said not to burn the rice this time. I think I only half-burned it!”

You took a bite. It was… edible. But it was made with so much love you didn’t dare say otherwise.

Kalim looked at you as you chewed, eyes wide like he was waiting for you to award him a Michelin star.

You smiled and nodded. “It’s perfect.”

His face lit up like one of the lanterns.

“Good!! I wanted it to be special, like you!”

You almost choked on a date.

As the stars came out, Kalim pulled you over to a low couch. He tucked a blanket around your shoulders — even though it was still warm — and snuggled in beside you.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked quietly, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Of course.”

“I used to think happiness had to be big. Fireworks! Parties! Parades!” he said softly. “But you make me happy just by being here.”

Your heart clenched, full and aching in the best way.

“You’re the best part of my day. Every day.”

You turned to look at him, and he was already staring at you like you held the sun.

You leaned forward and kissed him — gentle and slow.

His breath caught, then his arms tightened around you.

---

🌌 NIGHT – Starlight, Pillows, and Promises

That night, you both curled up in Kalim’s room. It was overflowing with pillows, warm lamp light, and the faint smell of oranges and sandalwood.

Kalim was halfway through a story about getting stuck in a giant urn once — you weren’t sure if it was metaphorical or not — when he yawned mid-sentence and collapsed against your chest.

You held him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” he murmured sleepily, voice muffled. “Did I make today fun?”

You looked around — at the chaos, the laughter, the food-stained table, the cactus still in your bag — and smiled.

“You made it unforgettable.”

He grinned against your shirt. “Good… ‘Cause tomorrow’s gonna be even better.”

He was asleep five seconds later.

You kissed the top of his head, whispering:

“Only you could make me feel this lucky every day.”

And as you drifted off together, wrapped in soft pillows and softer dreams, the world outside could have vanished for all you cared — because you had Kalim.

And Kalim had you.

[tynakiki]

🐚 "Beneath the Surface"

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Male Reader (M!Reader)

Genre: Romantic Slice-of-Life | Soft Angst + Fluff | Comedy

Setting: Mostro Lounge + Coral Sea-themed garden at Night Raven College

Length: ~2,700 words

Timeline: Wake-Up ➝ Lunch ➝ Evening ➝ Night

Cameo: Floyd Leech (with a camera and zero chill)

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🌤️ Morning – A Businessman's Routine and a Gentle Disturbance

Azul was up by 6:30. He always was.

Dressed sharply even before breakfast, he reviewed ledger books and Mostro Lounge shift schedules in his dorm room, fingers moving with quiet precision.

You, however, did not wake up at 6:30.

At precisely 7:11 AM, you knocked on his door — hair a mess, shirt half-buttoned, yawning.

“You’re early,” Azul said, startled. “I wasn’t expecting you until—”

You dropped your bag and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I missed you. Deal with it.”

Azul’s entire frame went rigid. His pen slipped from his fingers.

“W-What kind of greeting is that?! You can’t just barge into a gentleman’s personal—”

You leaned back, giving him a sleepy grin. “Morning, Azul.”

His lips twitched. “...Morning.”

His hand slowly rose to rest against your back, unsure but soft.

You sat on the couch while he poured you a cup of tea, fussing over the temperature and honey ratio — a habit he claimed was "practical hospitality," though the way he remembered every detail of how you liked it told a different story.

---

🍴 Midday – Lunch in the Coral Garden

Azul insisted on a private lunch in the back garden behind Mostro Lounge — a coral-sea-inspired haven, with glimmering fish lanterns and water lilies that reflected in still ponds.

You sat on a bench beneath an ornate shade made of pearl-white cloth, eating a meal he’d personally overseen (even if Jade had done most of the cooking).

“Is the sauce too spicy?” he asked, watching you like you were the only variable in a volatile potion.

You gave him a thumbs-up, mouth full. “Perfect.”

He looked relieved, but still fidgeted.

“Azul,” you said gently, reaching across the table. “You can relax. This is a date, not a business interview.”

“A-ah, yes, of course. Just a… casual lunch. Casual.” He picked up his fork with the stiff formality of someone preparing to duel with it.

You leaned forward. “You always get nervous when we’re alone.”

Azul flushed. “Do not be ridiculous. I am—” he cleared his throat “—a perfectly composed individual.”

Then you smiled at him — really smiled — and he forgot whatever he was about to say. His hand drifted across the table again, searching for yours, and you let him find it.

Just as he squeezed your hand under the table, you heard a loud snap.

Click!

Then a too-familiar voice rang out:

“OOOOOH~ SHRIMPY! Azully’s BLUSHING!”

You both jerked around to see Floyd Leech, halfway up a decorative pillar, holding a digital camera and grinning like a shark who just found blood.

“FLOYD?!” Azul choked.

“Don’t mind me~” Floyd snickered. Snap. Another picture. “You two look so cuuute. Like sea snails in love~ I’m gonna frame this!”

“DELETE THAT AT ONCE!”

“Make me~”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Hi, Floyd.”

“Heya, Shrimpy. You two doin’ romantic stuff? Don’t mind me, just capturing the magic~”

Azul looked like he was either going to melt or pass out.

You gently covered his face with your napkin. “Okay, that’s enough chaos for today. Shoo, Floyd.”

Floyd cackled and leapt off the pillar, wandering off with his camera and zero shame.

Azul groaned into his hands. “I am never going outside again.”

You patted his arm. “C’mon. You’ll survive.”

“No. I shall perish. And Floyd will hang my humiliation above his bed.”

You leaned in. “You know, you were blushing.”

“I WAS NOT—!”

---

🌆 Evening – Reflections, Worries, and Rain

By evening, the Coral Garden had quieted, and the scent of the sea hung in the air.

Azul and you walked along the mosaic-tiled paths together, side by side. He wasn’t holding your hand this time, but he kept brushing close — a shy, silent seeking of warmth.

After a while, he sighed.

“I sometimes wonder…” he began. “If I deserve this.”

You looked over at him, expression softening.

“I’m manipulative. Ambitious to a fault. I’ve lied. I’ve made deals that hurt people. Even if I’ve changed... even if I want to be better… I worry you’ll regret loving me.”

The admission struck deeper than you expected.

You stopped walking.

Azul did too, confused.

“Azul,” you said quietly, “you think I don’t know who you are?”

“I—”

“You’re brilliant. You’ve worked harder than anyone I know. You’ve changed, not because you had to, but because you wanted to. For your friends. For me.”

You stepped closer and took his hand.

“I don’t want some perfect prince. I want you. Flaws, ambition, octopus anxiety and all.”

He stared at you, stunned, like no one had ever said that to him before. Maybe they hadn’t.

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. “You’re allowed to be loved, Azul.”

“…Even by someone as kind as you?” he whispered.

“Especially by me.”

He kissed you then. Hesitantly, reverently — like he was still scared you’d vanish.

You kissed him back like you had no intention of going anywhere.

Then it started to rain — not heavily, but just enough to send droplets dancing across the lily pads.

“Ah! My hair!” Azul panicked, flailing slightly.

You laughed and tugged him under a nearby overhang.

“Romantic moment ruined by humidity. Classic.”

Azul sighed, soaked and disheveled. “Floyd is going to love this.”

---

🌙 Night – Quiet Confessions and the Comfort of You

Later that night, Azul invited you back to his room. Not in a flirty way — though he was red as a coral crab about it — but because he genuinely didn’t want to say goodnight just yet.

The Lounge had closed. The rain had stopped. His hair was damp and curling at the edges.

He offered you cocoa and wrapped you both in one oversized blanket, sitting together on the velvet couch.

You rested your head on his shoulder while he read something — you couldn’t tell if it was poetry or economics. Maybe both.

At one point, he looked down at you and said, very softly:

“You’ve made me believe I’m more than my past.”

You looked up. “You are.”

He blinked slowly, as if memorizing your words.

“Will you stay?” he asked.

You smiled. “Only if I can use your arm as a pillow again.”

He blushed but nodded. “It’s yours.”

And so, the two of you curled up on the couch, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek, the soft glow of the Lounge aquarium lights painting waves across the ceiling.

Azul Ashengrotto, for the first time in a long while, didn’t feel like he had to prove his worth.

Because to you, he already had it.

---

📸 Bonus Scene: “A Portrait of Panic”

---

It was a quiet afternoon at the Mostro Lounge. Business was steady, the lighting was soft, and Azul had just finished double-checking inventory with a satisfying sense of control.

Until he heard the sound of a hammer.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

His eye twitched.

From the other room, Floyd’s cheerful hum echoed through the halls.

Azul stepped out into the lounge and froze mid-step.

There, right next to the Mostro Lounge’s VIP members' honor wall, was a newly framed photo. It was glimmering under a magical spotlight. Luxuriously matted. Gold-trimmed. Centered.

It was the photo.

That photo.

The one where Azul was mid-blush, redder than his tie, caught holding your hand at lunch. You were smiling at him like he was the only person in the world.

He looked like he’d just realized he was in love and unprepared for it.

It was painfully candid. Devastatingly genuine. And now immortalized.

“FLOYD!!”

Floyd turned around, hammer in hand and grin wider than an eel’s jaw. “Oooooh, hey Azully~ Like the placement? I thought it captured your best side~”

“TAKE. IT. DOWN.” Azul’s voice hit that dangerous tremble usually reserved for contracts and clause violations.

“Buuu!” Floyd sing-songed. “Customers are already calling it the ‘Love at First Bite’ wall. It’s good marketing!”

You arrived just in time to see Azul trying (and failing) to rip the frame off the wall while Floyd blocked him with his absurdly long arms.

You blinked up at the picture, then burst into laughter. “Oh my god, they framed it?”

“Yuuuup~!” Floyd said, beaming. “Look at your face, Shrimpy. So dreamy~ Like you cast a charm on Azully.”

Azul let out an inhuman groan. “This is a reputable establishment, not a—gods-forsaken dating display! I’m going to combust—!”

Just then, Jade walked past with a tray of mocktails.

He paused. Looked up. Adjusted his glasses.

“Ah. A fine addition to the Lounge’s atmosphere,” Jade said smoothly. “Touching. Vulnerable. Honest.”

Azul looked like he was physically wilting.

You leaned against him with a smirk. “Y’know, Azul… it's kind of adorable. You're famous now.”

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

You grinned. “Only because you look really cute when you're embarrassed.”

He groaned again, muttering about "new rules banning Floyd from all photography equipment."

Meanwhile, Floyd was already off to his next masterpiece — muttering something about “getting a shot of you two kissing under the jellyfish chandelier.”

Azul turned pale.

“Don’t even think about it, Floyd!”

Floyd winked and vanished into the kitchen.

The framed photo remained — proud, radiant, and gleaming like a memento of love (and mischief). Customers cooed at it all night.

And though Azul claimed he'd remove it the next day, weeks passed...

And it never came down.

[tynakiki]

💄🌹 "Perfect in the Light"

Vil Schoenheit x Male Reader (with Rook Hunt meddling)

Timeline: Morning ➝ Lunch ➝ Evening ➝ Night

Setting: NRC, primarily Pomefiore Dorm and nearby locations

---

🌤️ Morning – A Prince and a Peasant (Sort Of)

Pomefiore mornings began like any royal court — silent footsteps, routine elegance, and judgment sharper than a poisoned apple. As a guest of the dorm for a few weeks (an exchange program with your original dorm), you were the anomaly: underdressed, unimpressed, and unmoved by the gilded perfection around you.

Except maybe by him.

“Good. Your posture is slightly less tragic today,” Vil said, gliding into the lounge where you nursed your tea.

“You say that like it's praise.”

“It is,” he smirked, taking a seat across from you. Even first thing in the morning, he was immaculate: violet-lined eyes, braid flawless, every movement exact.

“I take it your standards are still astronomical today?”

“They never change,” he said, then paused. “Except with you.”

You blinked. “Is that an insult or a compliment?”

Vil sipped his tea, gazing at you over the rim. “It’s an anomaly. One I haven’t decided if I dislike.”

Before the moment could deepen, click! A shutter echoed in the hallway.

“Très magnifique!” came Rook’s lilting voice, hidden from view. “The tension! The lighting! Mon Vil, you’re practically glowing!”

“ROOK,” Vil snapped, not even turning. “Delete it.”

Rook's laughter floated through the hall like wind in the willows. “But how can I erase art, my friend?”

You leaned toward Vil. “I think he has a shrine to you somewhere.”

Vil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He definitely does.”

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🥗 Lunch – Grapes, Grapes, and a Side of Grapes

Lunch in the Pomefiore garden had become a tradition, albeit unofficial. You weren’t sure if Vil invited you out of fondness or fascination. Either way, you showed up.

He sat under a parasol, surrounded by a spread that looked like it belonged at a noble's banquet: herb-crusted cheeses, jeweled fruits, lavender-infused water.

You sat with your simpler tray — grilled sandwich and fruit juice.

Vil arched a brow. “At least try the grapes. They’re imported from the Sunset Savanna.”

You popped one in your mouth. “Sweet.”

“They're your favorite,” he said before catching himself. Then he straightened. “I mean — you mentioned it once. In passing.”

“Didn’t think you listened.”

“I don’t waste memory on things that don’t matter.”

“Does that mean I matter?”

Silence. Vil stared at you, stunned for half a second.

Then, before anything could be said — click!

“I knew the sunlight would be perfect at this hour,” Rook declared, appearing from behind a hedge. “The prince and his companion — like a painting!”

“Rook,” Vil said coldly, “leave.”

“But—”

“I will dye your cape chartreuse if you don’t.”

Rook clutched his chest in mock horror. “You wound me.”

You hid a laugh behind your juice.

Vil glanced at you, and — for the first time — smiled without restraint.

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🌇 Evening – Cracks in the Glass

Later that day, you found Vil alone in the practice hall. He stood before the mirror, coat discarded, shirt slightly undone, hands gripping the piano as he glared at his reflection.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping inside.

“Do I look okay?” he muttered. “I couldn’t hit the high note. I’ve practiced this aria since I was twelve. And now? It falters.”

“You’re human, Vil.”

“No,” he said. “Not here. Not with them watching. I have to be flawless.”

You approached him carefully. “You don’t, you know. You don’t have to prove anything.”

He looked at you, something raw in his eyes.

“You see me when I’m not ‘Vil Schoenheit.’ Just… Vil.”

“I always have.”

He didn’t speak — just leaned into you. Your hands brushed as he lowered his head.

“You make me want to be seen.”

You tilted your head. “Then let me.”

Silence. Then, his fingers brushed your cheek, barely there.

And then—

Click!

You both jumped, turning sharply.

Rook peeked through the doorway, camera in hand. “C'est incroyable! The vulnerability! The honesty!”

Vil’s voice was pure venom. “Rook.”

Rook vanished like smoke, giggling all the way.

You muttered, “He’s worse than the ghosts in Ramshackle.”

Vil groaned. “I’ll need to sabotage his lens.”

But he didn’t move away from you.

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🌌 Night – No Mask Required

That night, the two of you sat on the Pomefiore balcony, stars like cold silver scattered across the sky. Vil had let his hair down. No makeup. No layers. Just soft moonlight against tired eyes and sculpted cheekbones.

“You look peaceful,” you said.

“I feel… oddly peaceful,” Vil admitted, swirling the tea in his glass.

“You always perform,” you said softly. “Even when you’re alone.”

Vil blinked.

“But right now… you’re just you.”

He looked at you for a long time. Then, “Does that disappoint you?”

“No,” you said. “It makes me like you more.”

His breath caught. “Say that again.”

“I like you, Vil. Not the star. Not the perfection. You.”

Vil stood, slowly, and crossed the short distance between you. He looked at you like you were something fragile and terrifying.

Then, he kissed you.

Soft. Careful. A prince lowering his crown.

And for once—

Click!

The two of you turned in perfect unison.

Rook stood on the roof’s edge above, camera in hand. “Mon dieu! I must hang this one in the hallway!”

Vil didn’t even sigh this time. He just pressed his forehead to yours and muttered, “Ignore him.”

You grinned. “Can’t. He’s practically our chaperone.”

Vil rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let the whole world see.”

And then he kissed you again, longer this time — and louder than any shutter.

[tynakiki]

✨ Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders as Scents ✨

a headcanon meets aesthetic story — how each dorm leader might smell if you passed them in the hall, or leaned in just a little too close

🌹🔥🦁🌊🌟🧪🌲

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🟥 Riddle Rosehearts — Heartslabyul

🌹 Rose petals • 🫖 Black tea • 🍓 Powdered sugar

> You pass him in the garden, where the air is warm with sun and discipline. His scent clings to his coat—roses, strict and proper, steeped in black tea. There’s a sugary trace of jam tarts beneath it all, delicate and fleeting. One breath and it feels like you've stepped into a rule-bound fairytale.

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🟧 Leona Kingscholar — Savanaclaw

🌞 Sun-drenched grass • 🐾 Sandalwood • 🐂 Warm amber & leather

> You find him asleep on the training field, the scent of heat rising off his skin. The musk of leather, dust, and dry grass wraps around you. There's something golden and grounded about it—like the sun sinking into the savanna, calm but coiled with power just beneath the surface.

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🟪 Azul Ashengrotto — Octavinelle

🌊 Ocean breeze • 🧼 Clean musk • 🍃 A touch of mint

> In his lounge, everything smells clean and curated. Azul’s cologne is sharp—waves on cold glass, a calculated coolness laced with just enough mint to seem inviting. It’s a scent that lingers too long on your sleeve after a handshake you weren’t sure you agreed to.

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🟨 Kalim Al-Asim — Scarabia

🌸 Orange blossom • 🍯 Sweet dates • 🔥 Saffron & golden incense

> He hugs you without hesitation, and for the rest of the day, you smell like laughter. Kalim carries sunshine with him: sweet fruit, spice-laced incense, and the floral note of generosity. It’s like being wrapped in a festival—overwhelming at first, but impossible not to love.

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🟫 Jamil Viper — Scarabia (Vice Leader)

🔥 Black pepper • 🪬 Oud • 🌑 Smoky clove

> When he passes, it hits you—dark spice and something ancient. It’s not showy, not deliberate, but it lingers. Like secrets kept too long, like a slow burn behind velvet eyes. You turn to look. He’s already gone.

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🟦 Vil Schoenheit — Pomefiore

🪻 Iris • 🌬 Vetiver • 💎 Designer musk

> You don’t see him at first—you smell him. He walks by, a breeze of cold florals and haute couture, like a runway you weren’t invited to. The scent is powerful, immaculately blended. You realize you held your breath. And exhaled too late.

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🟩 Idia Shroud — Ignihyde

⚡ Ozone • 🍊 Citrus energy drink • 🕯 Faint candle smoke

> You’re in the lab late. Something clicks, a screen hums. He’s there, unnoticed until he speaks. His scent is strange and electric—sharp citrus and static, mixed with something burnt and nostalgic. Like old wires and the ghost of incense. Weirdly comforting.

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⬛ Malleus Draconia — Diasomnia

⛈ Rain on stone • 🌲 Ancient forest • 🌙 Night-blooming jasmine

> The air grows heavy. You feel it before you smell it. Like storm clouds and blooming shadows, he brings with him the perfume of ancient woods and wild things. The kind of scent that belongs to forgotten royalty and whispered legends. You don’t know if you’re dreaming, or just enchanted.

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🖤 Which one do you think you’d fall for by scent alone? 👃💫

Tag your favorite dorm leader or reblog with your own take!

[tynakiki]

Guys please I am running out of ideas do you have some?😭😭😭😭

[tynakiki]

🦁 "A Day in the Sun" — Leona Kingscholar x Male Reader

(Timeline: Morning ➝ Lunch ➝ Evening ➝ Night)

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🌤️ Morning — The Wake-Up Ritual

Savanaclaw dorms buzzed with morning drills, the sounds of running feet and barking orders echoing through stone halls. It was 8:12 AM. Most students were halfway through their routines.

And Leona Kingscholar? Still face-down in his bed.

You knocked again, harder this time. “Leona. Come on.”

No answer.

You sighed, already used to this. Pushing open his door, you stepped into the dim room. Curtains drawn. Air heavy with warmth, musk, and sand-scented cologne. The prince of laziness himself lay tangled in sheets, shirtless, sun-kissed skin glowing faintly in the light.

“Seriously, if Ruggie has to drag you out again, he’s going to rope me into it next time.”

Leona groaned into his pillow. “You again… Always you in the morning.”

“I bring breakfast.”

That made him turn his head lazily, one green eye barely opening. “Hmph. Guess you're not completely useless.”

You tossed a wrapped sandwich onto his bed. “Eat that. If you collapse in Alchemy class again, Crowley’s going to make it my problem.”

“…You’re too nosy.”

“And you’re too comfortable,” you said, grabbing his pillow and yanking it. Leona groaned and finally sat up, hair a wild mess of chestnut and gold.

He looked at you for a moment, like he wanted to say something. Instead, he bit into the sandwich and muttered, “You better bring coffee next time.”

You smirked. “Only if you walk there yourself.”

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🍃 Late Morning – Between Classes

You and Leona shared Alchemy class today. He slouched at his desk while you diligently took notes. Professor Crewel’s lecture rolled on, and while other students scrambled to keep up, Leona leaned back, one eye closed.

“Pssst,” you whispered, nudging him with your elbow. “Are you even listening?”

“Mm. Not a word.” He yawned, stretching long legs under the desk. “But keep talking. Your voice is better than Crewel’s barking.”

You turned pink despite yourself.

After class, as you exited the hall together, he bumped your shoulder with his. “You always this worried about me, or am I just your favorite project?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not a project. You're just… a bad habit.”

That made him laugh—deep, low, and rare. “Tch. And here I thought I was irresistible.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. The way your eyes lingered on him said enough.

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🥪 Lunch – Beneath the Acacia Tree

You found him later under his usual tree near the training grounds. Leona lay flat on the grass, arms behind his head, eyes closed.

You sat beside him and set down a lunchbox. “Didn’t see you in the cafeteria.”

“Too loud,” he mumbled. “Too many annoying voices. Yours is tolerable, though.”

You scoffed. “Such high praise.”

He cracked an eye open, saw the second lunchbox in your hands, and raised a brow. “…You made that for me?”

“Maybe,” you said. “Or maybe I just brought extra.”

Leona took it anyway.

You both ate in silence for a while, the sun filtering through branches, casting patterned shadows over his face. Occasionally, he’d flick his tail and brush it lightly against your leg, like a habit he didn’t notice—or one he didn’t want to stop.

“Why do you do it?” he asked eventually.

“Do what?”

“This,” he gestured lazily, “Bring me food. Wake me up. Sit with me.”

You shrugged. “Because you act like no one else should care. But I do.”

He looked away, jaw tightening. “People only care when it benefits them. I’m not naive.”

“I’m not people,” you said.

He didn’t reply—but he didn’t move away, either.

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🌇 Evening – Dust and Tension

The sky was painted in amber when you joined Leona on the training field. He was already stretching, shirt discarded, muscles flexing as he warmed up.

“You sure you want to spar?” he asked with a toothy grin. “Last time I knocked you flat.”

“I’ve been practicing,” you said, rolling your shoulders. “I won’t go easy on you.”

“Good,” he growled. “Because I don’t hold back.”

What started as friendly training turned into a real match. Dust kicked up as you dodged a sweeping kick, countered with a strike that Leona blocked. He was faster, stronger—but you were stubborn.

You feinted, swept his leg—and for once, he lost balance.

The two of you crashed to the ground, tangled in sweat and breathing hard. You lay under him, your chest heaving, heart pounding—not just from the sparring.

Leona stared down at you, his golden eyes serious.

“…You don’t give up. Even when you should.”

You swallowed hard. “Maybe I don’t want to.”

He leaned closer, voice dropping. “And maybe I don’t want you to.”

Silence. Just the wind. His hair brushed your face. His body, warm above yours.

Then he pulled away, helped you up with a smirk. “You earned dinner tonight. My treat.”

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🌌 Night – Rooftop Confessions

You sat on the rooftop above the dorms, dinner finished, the world below quiet. Leona lay beside you, his arm folded under his head, tail flicking lazily.

“The stars here are different from the ones back home,” he said.

“You miss it?”

“…Sometimes.” His voice was low, more honest than usual. “Back there, I’m just the ‘spare’ prince. The one who wasn’t good enough to be king.”

“You’re more than that,” you said.

He turned his head, looking at you. Really looking. “You always say stuff like that. Like you believe it.”

“Because I do.”

Leona was silent for a long moment. Then, softly, “You make it hard to hate everything.”

Your hand brushed his, tentative.

He didn’t pull away.

“…You stay up here often?” you asked, voice just above a whisper.

“Only when I want to be alone.”

You smiled faintly. “Guess that rule doesn’t apply to me.”

He huffed. “It used to. Then you started showing up. And I stopped minding.”

You leaned back beside him, your fingers now resting in his palm. He closed his hand around yours, firm and warm.

“Stay a while,” he murmured.

You did. You stayed until the stars faded into dawn.

[tynakiki]

🌹 "Rules of the Heart"

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x Male Reader

Genre: Romantic slice-of-life, light comedy, character-driven

Length: ~2,500+ words

Setting: Heartslabyul Dorm, Night Raven College

Timeline: Full day (Morning ➝ Lunch ➝ Evening ➝ Night)

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☀️ Morning – Of Teacups and Bedhead

The sun hadn’t even fully crested the horizon when the knocking started.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap tap tap.

BANG.

“[Name]! You said six sharp!”

You groaned, turning over in your bed, clutching your pillow like a lifeline.

Another voice followed, more amused. “Should we dump water on him, Riddle?”

“Don’t you dare, Ace!” you shouted hoarsely, muffled by the blankets.

“I’ll give you ten seconds,” Riddle said from outside your door. “Ten. Nine. Eight…”

You launched out of bed with a dramatic groan, flinging the door open with unbrushed hair and half-laced shoes.

“There! Awake! Happy?!”

Riddle stood there, perfectly dressed in his Heartslabyul uniform, arms crossed. “If you had just followed the routine…”

You rubbed your eyes, smirking. “Good morning to you too, darling dictator.”

His face flared crimson. “W-What did you just call me?!”

“You heard me.” You reached out and gently poked his cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

He spluttered and turned away. “Hurry up. Trey’s making breakfast. Don’t be late again.”

You followed him down the stairs, feeling oddly light for someone running on less than five hours of sleep. Maybe it was because you liked the way Riddle’s ears turned red every time you teased him.

Maybe it was because your tsundere boyfriend actually came to personally wake you up.

Maybe it was love.

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🍓 Late Morning – Teatime Traditions

Breakfast went surprisingly smooth, aside from Deuce nearly breaking a teacup and Ace trying to sneak a spoonful of jam directly into his mouth.

Riddle maintained order with little more than a raised eyebrow and a pointed cough. It was terrifyingly effective.

After breakfast, he pulled you aside in the rose garden, away from the rest of the dorm.

You sat together on a stone bench beneath a flowering arch of white roses. The morning dew still clung to the petals.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said after a long pause.

“Go on,” you said, sipping the tea Trey packed for you both.

“I’ve made an adjustment to the dorm schedule,” Riddle said, holding out a hand-written list — complete with time stamps and color coding.

You scanned it. “Riddle. This just says ‘[Name] and I spend lunch alone together in the garden’ written between 12:00 and 13:00.”

“Yes. That’s… the adjustment.”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed.

He stiffened. “Is something funny about trying to prioritize quality time—?”

“No, no. It’s sweet,” you said, quickly hugging the list to your chest. “I love it.”

Riddle blinked. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s... a very ‘you’ way to show you care.”

There was a long silence as the garden’s wind whispered between the roses. Riddle leaned closer and let his hand brush yours.

“I’m still learning,” he said, softer now. “About relationships. About... us.”

You squeezed his fingers gently. “You’re doing great, Riddle. Really.”

He looked down, ears pink, and whispered, “Thank you.”

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🍽️ Afternoon – Lunch in the Labyrinth

True to the schedule, the two of you had lunch in the rose garden, alone.

Trey had packed it in a basket for you both: tea sandwiches, fruit, and a heart-shaped jam tart. You had brought a surprise, too — a hand-written note, folded into an origami rose.

Riddle picked it up, read it quietly:

> "For the one who rules both Heartslabyul and my heart."

His face turned the color of a ripened cherry.

“D-Do you enjoy tormenting me?”

You leaned closer, chin in your hand. “Only when it makes you blush like that.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, tucking the paper rose into his pocket anyway.

The two of you ate slowly, enjoying the quiet.

At one point, a bee flew too close and you reflexively grabbed Riddle's hand. He didn't pull away.

You held it for the rest of lunch.

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📚 Evening – Studying, Storms, and a Slip

Evenings in Heartslabyul were usually structured — tea at 5:00, studying at 6:00, curfew at 9:00.

But a summer storm rolled in unexpectedly. Thunder cracked across the sky, shaking the windows.

You were in Riddle’s room, sitting on the carpet beside his bed while he studied on the mattress, a stack of books at his side.

A flash of lightning lit up the sky outside. The thunder that followed made the walls groan.

You glanced up at Riddle, who looked tense. His hands were stiff on the pages of his potion notes.

“…Are you scared of storms?”

“No,” he said too quickly.

You set your own book down. “Riddle.”

He looked away. “...Maybe a little.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him, shifting the notes aside and wrapping your arm around his shoulders.

He froze.

“Is this—”

“Hush,” you said, pulling him close. “No rules right now. Just comfort.”

He sighed, relaxing against you with the faintest of shivers.

You stayed like that for a long time, reading beside him, until the storm passed and he’d practically fallen asleep on your shoulder.

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🌌 Night – Pillow Talk and Promises

It was well past curfew, but you were still in his room. Riddle had grudgingly allowed it, muttering something about "exceptional circumstances" and "storm-related leniency."

Now you both lay in his bed, side by side beneath a soft red blanket.

His head rested on your chest, one hand loosely tangled in your shirt. The lights were off, except for a soft glow from his desk lamp.

“I used to think... affection made people weak,” he whispered into the dark.

You listened, heartbeat steady beneath his ear.

“I thought order and perfection were the only ways to be respected. But... then you came along. Disorganized, shameless, impossible—”

“Are you complimenting me?”

“I’m trying,” he said, elbowing your side.

You laughed softly and hugged him tighter. “You’ve changed a lot, Riddle. For the better.”

“Because of you,” he said, voice barely above a breath. “You’ve made me feel... safe enough to change.”

That caught you off guard.

You kissed the top of his head. “You don’t have to be perfect to be loved, you know.”

He looked up at you with a vulnerable expression, one you’d never seen in public.

“I think... I’m starting to believe that.”

You smiled. “Good. Because I love you. Mess and all.”

His eyes widened, and for a second you thought you’d gone too far.

Then Riddle whispered, “I love you, too.”

And that night, beneath Heartslabyul’s heavy canopy bed, wrapped in warmth and rain-scented sheets, Riddle Rosehearts let himself sleep soundly in someone else’s arms — no rules, no fear, just love.