COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!
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According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to oneâs beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.
Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyulâs Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didnâtâŚhuh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldnât even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. âAhem. I⌠accept. Thank you very much.â Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how youâd probably find out, eventually⌠find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasnât done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever heâd been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if heâd made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar ofâŚjam? âThe rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.â Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. âI am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.â Confession? âI wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.â Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. âI do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. SoâŚshall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.â :)))))
An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting oneâs beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.
Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when youâd presented him a cake-themed clock youâd bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. âI didnât peg you for the traditional type.â Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didnât notice, even stranger by the fact that youâd only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze youâd seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(âJust thought Iâd return the favour. Thanks for the clock.â <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writerâs very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with âyours trulyâ, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that youâd minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. âWhat?â Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Treyâs had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) âWerenât you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.â ;))
An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before theyâd just had a row.
Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the libraryâs many hardwood shelves(a fate youâd long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the libraryâs exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something youâd seen online beforeâŚoh well, youâd think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. âYou -â The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Caterâs slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasnât the case⌠right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadnât been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile heâd decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? âI canât believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cayâs on top of these kinds of things, yâknow ?â Heâd beamed, his right handâs fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. âCheese!â Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? âWe should make this official. Wanna do matching bioâs on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date tooâŚâ First date? Huh? âOh, donât worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cayâs eyes only.â Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. âNow, how does the skate park sound for a date? Donât worry - if you fall, Cay-Cayâs definitely gonna come to your rescue!â :))
An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, theyâd turn out to be soulmates.
Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when youâd asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where youâd offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like heâd just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced⌠had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadnât remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?âŚso of course you couldnât help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo heâd momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. âHahaha, whyâd you keep that?â âBecause itâs special to me?â âOh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didnât I think of that.â Ear tips rosy when youâd asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks mustâve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - âIt can get cold here if you donât wear enough protection.â And it mustâve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldnât help but wonder if something was wrong. âI know Iâm not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I canât fixâŚbut itâs just like that legend about the broken watch, right?â Wait, this sounded like⌠âSo, Iâd like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.â :)))
In the Queendom of Roses, gifting oneâs beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for oneâs hand.
Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when youâd presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadowâs soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringeâŚyet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - âWhat? They gave it to me, donât make it weird.â Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when youâd caught him pressing that daisy chain youâd gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look youâd grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - âShaddup! You started this first.â Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. âThis means you asked to marry me.â Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. âThis means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.â ;)
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