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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘—𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐱 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: 𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

[Name] gradually opened their eyes, fighting to fully comprehend the unfamiliar environment surrounding them. As their awareness slowly returned, the weight of their situation began to sink in. They realized they were trapped in the underworld, far removed from both their mother and Evangeline—two figures who had provided unwavering support throughout their life. At this moment, they found themselves in a precarious position, reliant on a stranger whose intentions were yet to be determined.

“Good morning! Just a reminder that breakfast with my brother starts at 9:30!” The youthful voice from the previous day jolted [Name] from their thoughts. Breakfast with Idia… their fiancé.

“Alright!” [Name] retreated into the comforting embrace of their plush surroundings, running a hand through their hair in a gesture of mild frustration. Their gaze wandered around the room, which was shrouded in shadows and an air of melancholy. A solitary pot, once home to a vibrant pink rose, now stood wilted and partially dried, a testament to the decay that permeated the atmosphere.

“Nothing seems to survive in this place,” [Name] murmured, shaking their head in disappointment. Their attention shifted to the closet, where their clothing starkly contrasted with the rest of the dreary bedroom decor, appearing almost painfully out of place.

“What should I wear? Evangeline—” [Name] frowned, suddenly aware of Evangeline's absence from the scene.

“Alright then…” With a newfound determination, [Name] rolled out of bed, stretching their leg, which emitted a satisfying pop as they did so.

“I can surely find something, right?”

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Regrettably, that was not the case.

The clothes belonging to [Name] lay scattered across the carpet, creating a chaotic landscape of fabric that seemed to mock their efforts. 

“I can’t find anything!” [Name] exclaimed in frustration, tossing shirts onto the bed in exasperation. “Fine, I’ll just stay in this room all day; it’s not like I have any plans.” Their gaze drifted to the clock beside the bed, where bright red LEDs illuminated the time as 9:30.

“That’s odd?” [Name]’s stomach let out a rumbling growl, echoing their growing hunger. “Man, I’m starving…” Suddenly, they froze, a realization hitting them. “Shoot!” In a flurry of activity, [Name] hastily grabbed the nearest garments and rushed out of the room. As they hurriedly dressed, they stumbled over their own feet, struggling to maintain their balance.

“Here!” [Name] grasped the pillars for support, as if their very existence depended on it. Idia's attention was instantly drawn to the sight of [Name] entering.

“You came?” he whispered, a hint of disbelief coloring his voice.

“Of course,” [Name] replied, settling down across from him while awkwardly adjusting their clothes. “I apologize for being a bit late.”

“I don’t mind,” Idia said, placing his fork beside his plate and diverting his gaze to the side. A thick silence enveloped the dining hall. Suddenly, both Idia and [Name] spoke in unison.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“Huh? I don’t hate you! How could I hate you when we’ve only just met?” [Name] tilted their head in confusion, prompting Idia to bury his face in his hands in sheer exasperation.

“Oh no! I really messed up…” Idia exclaimed, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. “It’s just that…” His thoughts tumbled over one another, leaving [Name] scrambling to keep up with his frantic speech. Finally, when he paused to catch his breath, [Name] couldn’t help but giggle, resting their chin on the palm of their hand.

“Gosh, You’re kinda cute!” [Name] remarked, noticing the tips of Idia’s hair blush a soft pink. “If I were to touch your hair, would it burn me?”

The boy sitting across from them froze, wide-eyed in disbelief. “No! I mean, you definitely won’t get burned. Please, go ahead and touch it,” he replied, his voice slightly flustered. Trusting his assurance, [Name] extended their hand and grasped one of his blue, flame-like strands of hair.

“It’s warm!” [Name] exclaimed, turning to Idia and fluttering their soft eyelashes at him. “Does your hair ever get super hot?”

"Only when I'm angry," Idia replied, a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Oh, I understand now!" [Name] nodded in comprehension, and a comfortable silence enveloped the room once more.

"Do you have any favorite music?" [Name] ventured, letting go of Idia's lock of hair in an attempt to spark a conversation that would engage him. Idia's expression brightened at the mention of music.

"There's this idol group called Premo! I've only had the chance to see them perform IRL twice, but I’m definitely going back!" Idia enthusiastically shared, diving deep into details about the group, from the members to their catchy songs.

"I don't think I've ever heard of them before," [Name] responded, humorously sweating at the sight of Idia's bewildered expression.

“BSFR?! Let me put you on real quick!” Idia grinned, revealing his sharp teeth as [Name] popped up from the chair and stumbled to Idia’s side. “Watch this,” he pressed a button on his watch, and a screen materialized in front of the two, ready to unveil the world of music that awaited them.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[Name] found themselves captivated by the lively performance of the idol group, completely absorbed in the enthusiastic melodies that filled the air. Their gaze shifted to Idia, who was nodding his head in sync with the infectious rhythm. Suddenly, their eyes met; his striking yellow eyes locked onto [Name]’s sparkling gaze.

With a startled gasp, the boy appeared to break free from his moment of confidence, his cheeks flushing a vivid shade of red. The young boy swiftly leaped from his chair and hurried away, the sole thought occupying his mind being the desire to escape from his stunning fiancé.

“Idia?!” [Name] exclaimed, calling after the boy in bewilderment. “Did I say or do something that upset him? We were having such a good time together,” they pondered, feeling a pang of regret as their lips turned downward.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Idia let out a frustrated groan as he rested his head on his desk, inadvertently pushing an empty energy drink aside in the process. 

"I really messed up this time; I completely blew it," Idia lamented, wallowing in his error. "I was doing so well, Ortho. I just lost like a billion EXP points."

Ortho gently patted his brother on the back, contemplating the situation before speaking up. 

"Research indicates that giving your significant other a gift that brings them joy is a good way to apologize," Ortho suggested thoughtfully. 

"What do you think they would like?" Idia lifted his head to meet Ortho's gaze, curiosity flickering in his eyes. 

"I'm not entirely sure, but looking into it, data suggests that flowers are among the most popular gifts to give to a significant other," Ortho replied, his voice filled with a hint of optimism.

"Flowers?" Idia pondered for a moment, his mind drifting to [Name]’s radiant smile. "Yeah, I think I'll go with flowers," he said, a small, fond smile breaking through as it danced across his blue-tinted lips.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[Name] gazed up at the ceiling, a pout forming on their lips. They extended their hand towards the book lying on the nightstand, flipping it over to delve into the synopsis.

"At just 18 years old, Annabelle Linkin finds herself ensnared in an arranged marriage with her best friend, Xavier Grave. As secrets unfold, friendships shatter, and deceit lurks in the shadows, how will these two lovers navigate the turbulent waters of their intertwined fates?"[Name] let out a frustrated groan. Had the universe conspired solely to tease them? With a heavy sigh, they placed the hefty book back onto the nightstand and began scanning the room for an alternative activity. Their gaze eventually landed on the wilting flower from earlier that morning, prompting them to roll out of bed.

“Let’s make a deal,” [Name] said as they knelt before the roses, their eyes filled with determination. “I have until the day your petals fall again to discover my feelings for Idia. If I find that I truly love Idia, I promise to ensure that you flourish for eternity, your petals forever vibrant. However, if I fail to develop that love, you will be assigned to a life of wilting, hidden away from the world.” Gently, they reached out and caressed the soft petals of the rose. “Spring’s blessings,” [Name] whispered, and, as if in response to their words, the rose began to rejuvenate, standing tall and proud once more, its vibrant colors dazzling in the light. The leaves gleamed with a rich green hue, and a faint, enchanting glow radiated from the flower.

“I guess we a deal!” [Name] laughed uncontrollably, as if caught up in a fit of excitement. Had they completely lost their mind?

[NAME]’S UNIQUE MAGIC AND A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST REFERENCE🤫🤫 Hope you enjoyed day 1‼️‼️

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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘—𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐱 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧 [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

[Name] frolicked through the meadows that sprawled behind their expansive home, delighting in the freedom of the open fields. They spun and twirled with sheer joy until they unexpectedly stumbled upon a charming little waterfall cascading into a serene pool of water. Casting a cautious glance over their shoulder, they ensured that no maids were in sight. With a bold step back, they leaped into the cool embrace of the water, creating quite the splash. Moments later, they surfaced, gasping for air.

“Young Master!” exclaimed a young woman with cascading black curls and piercing purple eyes as she scrambled down the rocks to reach the water's edge. “What on earth are you doing?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!”

In response, [Name] simply chuckled at the sight of their maid’s alarmed expression. “Oh, Evangeline, you worry too much! I’m perfectly fine!”

Evangeline let out a soft sigh, a blend of exasperation and affection evident in her tone. “I can’t say the same for myself. You’re taking years off my life, [Name]! Now come on, let’s get you dried off.” With gentle insistence, she guided [Name] out of the water, deftly plucking a small leaf from their hair.

As a warm summer breeze swept through the air, the two made their way back to the manor, the scent of blooming flowers surrounding them.

“Please stay here while I fetch a towel,” Evangeline instructed before heading off to the closet, leaving [Name] to linger by the entrance.

While waiting, [Name] suddenly became aware of a faint yet intense sound that broke the tranquil atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, they tiptoed toward the source of the noise, which seemed to emanate from the office. Pressing their ear against the door, they strained to catch the conversation within.

“Why would you offer my child?!” came the sharp voice of their mother, Demetria. “The answer is a resounding No! No! No! No!” Her voice rose in pitch, filled with urgency. A mocking laugh echoed from behind the door.

“I did both you and her a favor! The Shrouds are highly respected individuals,” countered the voice of their aunt, Aphie. A wave of confusion washed over [Name] as they pondered what exactly had transpired and why it all seemed to revolve around them.

“Young Master, I was under the impression that I instructed you to remain by the entrance. However, let's set that aside for now,” Evangeline said as she draped a towel over [Name]’s shoulders, gently warming their damp form. They proceeded towards their room in an oddly silent manner, leaving the maid to hastily keep pace with them.

Once inside, [Name] collapsed onto the plush couch, letting out a groan of frustration.

“What seems to be the issue this time?” Evangeline asked, retrieving a fresh set of clothes for [Name] to change into.

“I’m not quite sure, Evangie. I have this nagging feeling that I might have done something wrong?” [Name] replied, closing their eyes and savoring the refreshing breeze flowing in through the open window.

“What leads you to think that?” Evangeline probed gently. The maid carefully hung the selected clothes on a hanger before turning her attention to drying [Name] girl off.

“While you were busy fetching a towel, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between Ma and Aunt Aphie. They were discussing me and then the Shroud family,” [Name] said, their gaze rising to meet Evangeline’s scrutinizing stare.

“It’s likely nothing for you to be concerned about; your mother cares for you deeply!” Evangeline attempted to uplift their spirits, yet there was an unmistakable air of secrecy surrounding her words.

“Evangeline, you know something, don’t you?” [Name] whispered, their voice barely above a murmur.

“No, Young Master!” she responded in a flurry, her eyes darting away to avoid direct contact.

“Yes, you do!” [Name] accused, pointing a finger at the maid. “What were they discussing?” They leaned in closer, their intense (e/c) eyes making Evangeline’s purple ones flicker with uncertainty.

“I—”

“Dinner’s ready, [Name] sweetie!” Their mother’s voice echoed gently from the hallway, cutting through the tension in the room.

"Let's hurry and get you changed," Evangeline said, completing the task of drying them off and assisting them in putting on their fresh clothes. Just before departing, [Name] cast a determined glance in her direction.

"I will find a way, Evangie, one way or another," [Name] declared confidently as they slipped out the door and into the hallway. Evangeline's expression softened, a wave of sadness washing over her. She began to collect [Name]’s damp clothes and the towel, preparing them for washing.

"I have no doubt you will, [Name]. I truly believe you will."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Dinner was undeniably awkward, particularly because it wasn't just a simple gathering of you and your mother. Your father, Zein, had joined, along with your aunt Aphie. This unusual arrangement signaled that something of great significance was unfolding since your mother would never permit your father to enter the house without a compelling reason. An uncomfortable silence enveloped the room for what felt like an eternity until you sensed the opportune moment to break the tension.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked, causing the attention of everyone at the table to shift uncomfortably in your direction.

“No, not at all,” your mother replied, her tone sharp and direct, though you could tell there was more to the story than she let on.

“Oh, just tell them already, Demetria,” Aphie interjected, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Your mother shot her a fierce look, gripping her utensils tightly, clearly agitated.

“What are you talking about?” Demetria hissed, barely able to contain her frustration.

“Fine!” your aunt exclaimed, throwing her hands up in excitement, a wide grin spreading across her face. “You’re getting married! To a Shroud, no less!”

A chill coursed through your veins, and it felt as though your heart had momentarily ceased to function.

"Married?" you echoed in disbelief, your voice trembling. Tears began to pool in your eyes, and a look of sheer terror washed over your face. You were utterly appalled. "Mother? I thought you said—"

"[Name]," Demetria replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was unaware of this as well. Your aunt has made a proposal to the Shrouds without my consent. And your father, he—"

"Did what he thought was right." Your father finally interjected, his tone firm. "You were becoming too reckless. Furthermore, the Shrouds wield significant power in this community."

"I can't get married! I was planning to take over Mother’s agricultural business and—" You were abruptly interrupted.

"And what? It's already been decided. The contract has been signed. Now, all that remains is for you to marry and start a family, so your children can eventually take over his enterprise."

Tears streamed down your face as you succumbed to an overwhelming wave of despair, breaking into inconsolable sobs. 

“Mom!” You embraced the woman beside you as if you had just emerged from a terrifying nightmare, and she clung to you tightly, reluctant to let go. Small beads of water fell onto your blouse as Demetria nestled her head in the crook of your neck, seeking comfort.

“You will visit tomorrow and stay for a week to acclimate to the area. No arguments. My driver will arrive to take you to the dock,” Zein instructed firmly as he gathered his belongings and prepared to leave.

“I’m really going to miss you! Goodbye, little one!” Your aunt waved cheerfully before stepping out the door.

“I’m so sorry, [Name]! I never wanted this to happen!” Your mother trembled like a fragile leaf in your embrace. “You mean everything to me!”

You wiped your swollen eyes, trying to erase the pain that fell in the form of salty tears. The thought of enduring life in such a desolate place felt overwhelming, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might not survive there.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[Name] sat on the porch, a small suitcase resting beside them. Dressed in bootcut jeans paired with a pearly top and matching heels, they exuded a blend of casual elegance. While the impending situation may not be entirely favorable, there might still be a lesson to be learned from it. Out of the corner of their eye, [Name] noticed a sleek black car with heavily tinted windows approaching.

“That must be Father’s car,” they murmured, moving closer to the vehicle and waiting patiently for the driver to emerge. The older man stepped out and quietly took the suitcase from their grasp before opening the car’s door. As the door closed behind them, [Name] gazed out the window, taking in the sights of what they were leaving behind. The crystal-clear waters, the vibrant flowers that bloomed each spring, and the stars that twinkled in the expansive night sky—all of it now felt like a distant memory. With their eyes glued to the window, [Name] watched as the scenery shifted every few moments, each passing view marking the end of a chapter in their life. Soft sniffles broke the silence as they reflected on the sorrowful expressions etched on their mothers’ and Evangeline’s faces. As they gazed ahead from the car, a dock gradually appeared on the horizon, revealing a small ferry that appeared to be operated by none other than a robot.

“Pardon me for interrupting, but if you don’t mind my curiosity, how exactly is that robot managing to operate on water?” [Name] gently tapped the driver’s shoulder to ask.

"The Shrouds are remarkable engineers, known for their ability to craft intricate designs." As the driver parked the vehicle and exited to open the doors, [Name] felt a spark of curiosity ignite in their eyes at the man's words. With their luggage in hand, they stepped onto the wooden planks and gradually made their way toward the boat. The driver quickly said his farewells before leaving them to board the vessel. [Name] let out a small shriek as the boat swayed slightly under their weight. 

“Kindly be cautious as you navigate your surroundings,” the robot instructed, its gaze fixed intently on the engine. [Name] couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of the mechanical voice. “Our next destination is—S.T.Y.X.”

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

As [Name] stepped out of the boat, their legs wobbled precariously, reminiscent of a fawn learning to stand. They held their breath, taking in the overwhelming mechanical architecture that loomed around them, exuding an aura of intimidation.

“Should I go inside?” [Name] asked, gesturing toward the door with their free hand. The robot paused for a moment before delivering a succinct response: “Proceed.”

With each heavy step, [Name] cautiously approached the door. Upon opening it, they were met with an astonishing sight—bright blue flames that gradually faded into a soft pink hue. Curiosity piqued, [Name] tilted their head slightly, observing a tall boy pacing back and forth, his expression one of evident nervousness.

“Brother!” a youthful robotic voice called out, shattering the tension that hung in the air. The boy, who had been pacing anxiously, came to an abrupt stop, his eyes locking onto [Name] with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

“You’re early…” he murmured softly, a hint of shyness creeping into his demeanor as he averted his gaze from [Name].

“Am I? I apologize for that,” [Name] stammered, quickly redirecting their focus from the boy to the captivating environment around them. “This place is incredibly high-tech!” they exclaimed, their admiration shining through in their enthusiastic tone.

The boy observed as [Name] began to circle one of the robots. “What does this one do?” they inquired, their curiosity piqued.

“It’s a security model,” the boy responded, gaining confidence as he elaborated, “I actually contributed to some of its code myself.”

“Really? So the rest must have been developed by the head of the company?” [Name] leaned in, clearly engrossed in the conversation.

“You’re absolutely correct! For this week, my brother is serving as the chief director,” the young robot replied, excitement evident in his voice.

At that moment, the pieces began to fall into place for [Name]. The robot had referred to the boy as the brother of the chief director. This revelation meant that he must belong to the Shroud family. Could it be that they were about to marry him in a couple of days?

“Wait—so are you...?” [Name] trailed off.

The boy’s hair transformed into a vibrant pink hue, “Your fiancée, Idia Shroud.”

Hope you guys are just as excited about this story as I am!!

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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘—𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐱 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

“𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚”

“𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]”

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You find yourself in a situation where an arranged marriage is on the horizon, pulling you away from the vibrant life filled with sunshine, waterfalls, and blooming flower fields, and thrusting you into a shadowy and oppressive existence. The question arises: how will you navigate this new reality if you don’t learn to embrace the love of the boy who has cherished you from the very start?

Taglist is open! Soon to be cross posted on Wattpad!

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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑-𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞”

“𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You are a manifestation of malevolence, seeking companionship in the suffering of others and embracing the shadows that dwell within you. In your quest for redemption, you attempt to escape the abyss by aligning yourself with the Jujustu Sorcerers, yet you find it nearly impossible to break free from your ingrained sinister tendencies, don’t you?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠︎: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

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TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 6

Part 5

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･“Whoa, I didn’t realize you had that in you…” The delinquent looked down, clearly embarrassed, while [Name] shot them an angry glare.

“Listen, I’m gonna let you slide this time, but that’s only because I don’t want my pasta getting cold,” the delinquent said as they backed away, trying to save face.

“Pffft! I knew you were all talk! You better hope I never see you again!” Grim chuckled as he watched the boys scurry off.

“Well, I guess this is my life now,” Yuuken groaned, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Can we just grab some lunch already? I missed breakfast and I’m about to pass out here,” Ace whined.

Deuce let out a sigh, “I can’t believe this. Textbook bullies at a school that’s supposed to be known for training top-notch mages…”

“Oh, come on! Get over it already. It’s time to eat like there’s no tomorrow! This omelet is as fluffy as a cloud and bursting with cheese!” Grim said, obnoxiously chewing and smacking his food. “So, I checked out your guys’ dorm, but what’s the deal with the others?”

“Are you familiar with the statues of the Great Seven? Night Raven College has a dorm themed after each of them,” an orange-haired upperclassman chimed in, addressing the lowerclassmen.

“Bwah! You’re that guy from this morning!” Ace exclaimed, his face painted with shock.

“You totally tricked us into painting those silly roses!” Grim pointed an accusatory finger at Cater.

Cater grimaced, glancing at [Name] as he tried to defend himself. “Tricked? That’s such a harsh word. Do you think I wanted to spend MY morning painting roses? It’s dorm policy! I was just following orders.”

“And grinning like a maniac the whole time,” Deuce added, backing up Grim.

“Now, now, Deucey. Outside of the dorm, I don’t care what rules you follow. Here, I’m just your friendly mentor!” Cater waved off the first year’s comment.

“Please, do NOT call me Deucey,” Deuce replied, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Ah ha ha! That’s just how Cater shows he cares,” a mysterious voice chimed in, causing [Name] to look up from her meal.

Ace narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, “And who are you?”

“Right, I should introduce myself. I’m Trey. Trey Clover. I’m a junior at Heartslabyul, just like Cater here. And you must be Yuuken and [Name], the new prefects from that, uh, rustic dorm. I heard all about what went down from Cater. Thanks for having our boys' backs yesterday.”

“The dorm is a work in progress, Trey,” [Name] corrected him.

“I don’t remember inviting you to sit with us…” Ace shot him an unimpressed glare.

“Hey now, we’re all from the same dorm, right? Let’s try to get along. Here, give me your digits,” Trey said cheerfully.

“I don’t have a smartphone,” Yuuken replied, looking disgruntled.

“For real? I’ve read about people like you, but I never thought I’d meet one in real life! I know a place that sells the latest models for cheap. How about you, [Name], and I go on a phone-shopping date?” Trey suggested with a grin.

“Wait, what...?!”

“Whoa, okay. Coming on a bit strong there,” Grim said, looking a bit taken aback.

“What’s up with you guys? You all look so tense! Chill out, baby! Relax! I bet you’re the type who’s super awkward in real life but can text like a pro, huh? Just give me your info already!” Cater pressed on.

“Cater,” Trey interjected, “You’re freaking out the freshmen. Maybe tone it down a bit?”

Cater chuckled, “Ha! Sorry! I can get a little carried away sometimes. So, what were we talking about... Ah yes, the dorms! What a blast it is to mentor new students! Go ahead, A-M-A.”

“Before we dive into the other dorms, I’d love to know more about ours. Like, what’s with all this ‘Queen of Hearts rule number whatever’ nonsense?” Ace leaned in, eager for answers from the upperclassman.

“You know about the legendary Queen of Hearts, right? She had to rule over a kingdom of oddballs, and she did it by enforcing order and making strict rules,” Cater explained.

“Our dorm, Heartslabyul, is a tribute to her. By tradition, we wear armbands in the red and black of the Queen's dress and live by the rules she set,” he added.

“Pfft. Can you make this any more boring?” Grim rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested in the topic.

“Now, how strictly we follow those rules really depends on the current housewarden. Past wardens have been a lot more flexible,” Cater continued.

“But Riddle? He doesn’t play around. You could say we’re honoring that tradition to the fullest extent,” Trey chimed in, trying to put a positive spin on the strict rules.

“Ugh. Just my luck…” Ace sank deeper into his cafeteria seat.

“So what are the other dorms like, then?” Grim asked, trying to steer the conversation back.

Trey opened his mouth to explain each dorm one by one. “As Cater mentioned, the dorms here are themed after the Great Seven. We have Heartslabyul, modeled after the Queen of Hearts’ strictness. To summarize the rest, we’ve got... Savanaclaw, inspired by the relentless spirit of the King of Beasts. Octavinelle, reflecting the benevolent heart of the Sea Witch. Scarabia, representing the thoughtful nature of the Sorcerer of the Sands. Pomefiore, showcasing the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. Ignihyde, based on the diligence of the king of the underworld. And finally... Diasomnia, which embodies the noble spirit of the Thorn Fairy.”

“That’s a lot to take in,” Yuuken said, clearly overwhelmed.

“All those names are way too long! How are we supposed to remember them?” Grim crossed his arms, frustrated.

“Any good magician would take the time to learn them,” [Name] chimed in, poking Grim’s forehead with her index finger.

“Ah ha ha! Well, you get the idea. Whether you like it or not, you’ll learn them soon enough,” Cater laughed.

“At orientation, the Dark Mirror chooses a dorm for you based on your essence. Each dorm ends up with its own distinct... flavor, let’s call it,” Trey explained.

“That’s so true. I totally see it,” Cater nodded in agreement with Trey’s quirky metaphor.

“‘Flavor,’ huh...?” Deuce sweat dropped at the unusual choice of words.

“For example, check out that guy.” 

Turning around, [Name] whistled at the sight of him, only to get elbowed in the side by Yuuken.

“Muscly dog man, sure, why not?” Yuuken blinked at the tall beast man.

“That rough-and-tumble vibe he’s giving off screams Savanaclaw,” Trey noted.

“No doubt. That dorm is packed with tough guys who are all about working out and fighting. How should I describe the vibe...? Macho dudes? Gruff big brothers? Something like that. The black and gold armband is another giveaway,” he elaborated.

“Huh. Okay, what about that guy with the grey and purple cord wrapped around his arm?” the cat asked.

“He’s definitely from Octavinelle. And the student sitting at the table in front of him has a red and gold armband—Scarabia colors,” Trey continued.

“Those dorms are for the brainiacs. They’re always neck-and-neck in academic rankings. Ah, but the current housewarden of Scarabia doesn’t seem to be the brightest bulb…” 

“And here goes Cater again, rambling off on a tangent,” Ace said, rolling his eyes.

“Ha. You catch on quick. Let’s get back on track. You see that flashy one with the purple and red armband? Those are Pomefiore colors,” Trey pointed out.

“Whoa! The girl with the potion books, I really like her!” Grim exclaimed, staring at the boy with light purple hair and striking blue eyes.

“I don’t think—”

“What’s she doing in a boys’ school?!” Deuce asked, confusion written all over his face.

“That’s not—”

Ace almost facepalmed at his dormmate's cluelessness. “You two are such dummies. There aren’t any girls officially enrolled here, except for [Name].”

“WHAAAT?!” Deuce and Grim shouted in unison.

“Speaking of girls, there’s a portrait in the west hall of a real beauty. Her name’s Rosaria. If you want to meet her, I can introduce you. Maybe we could set something up?” Cater suggested, a hopeful look in his eyes. Everyone sat in stunned silence, processing his words.

“A painting? No thanks! I don’t care how cute she is if she’s two-dimensional!” Ace shook his head vigorously.

“Come on, who cares how many dimensions she has! Anyway, they take vanity super seriously at Pomefiore. It’s basically a dorm full of models. Their housewarden has 5 million followers on Magicam,” Cater said with admiration.

“Hey now, they’re not just pretty faces. The students at Pomefiore are top-notch when it comes to potions and casting curses,” Trey added.

“Eh heh. True that. Next up, we have Ignihyde... Their armbands are blue and black, but I don’t see any around here. They tend to be a bit antisocial. Even I don’t have any friends from that dorm. They’re kind of the complete opposite of us sunny, fun-loving Heartslabyuls,” Cater sighed.

“So they’re gloomy and miserable?” Grim asked.

“Hey, no need to put it that way! They just have a reputation for being quiet and serious, that’s all. That dorm tends to attract magical-energy engineers and students who are good with tech.”

Good with tech and engineering? Hey… why wasn’t [Name] chosen for that dorm? What was the mirror trying to say?

“And that just leaves... Diahonyalara, right?” Deuce stumbled over the name.

“You were close, but you hit a guardrail there. It’s ‘Diasomnia,’” Ace teased.

“I know that! I just misspoke, okay?” Deuce shot back, his irritation flaring up again.

“Diasomnia House is, hmm...” Cater scanned the cafeteria, “Ah, look over there. Those guys in the special seating area. You can tell by their neon green and black armbands. They’re basically campus celebrities. The vibe they give off makes it super hard for regular folks like us to approach them. And their housewarden? That’s a whole different level of intimidating.”

“There’s a little kid in that group!” Ace exclaimed, his jaw dropping.

Trey shook his head, “Ah, we do have some child prodigies here. But that guy over there is no kid. He’s a junior like us. Name’s—”

Suddenly, the same familiar fae they were just talking about appeared right in front of them, “Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge.”

“BWAH?!”

A bright grin broke across [Name]’s face, “Lilia!”

Lilia smiled playfully, matching the energy of the girl, "Fufufu, look who’s finally here, [Name]. So, my youthful appearance has caught your attention, huh? As our insightful friend here pointed out... Even though I’ve got that fresh-faced, boyish charm, calling me a 'child' would be a bit off the mark."

"‘Fresh-faced,’ huh?” The green-haired guy let out a nervous sweat at the older fae’s words.

"Hey, no need to stare at us from a distance! Feel free to come chat with us. We’re all schoolmates here, right? Everyone in Diasomnia House welcomes you with open arms." Lilia extended a warm invitation, but as their gazes drifted back to Diasomnia's table, a chill ran down their spines. There sat two guys, both muscular and a bit intimidating. One had silky silver hair, while the other sported a pale green that was just a shade darker than [Name]’s wings.

“Wait a minute,” the girl's eyes narrowed, “isn’t that the rude jerk who told me to move at the Diasomnia entrance ceremony?” All of [Name]’s fear seemed to evaporate, replaced by annoyance. Seriously, could she fit any more emotions into that little body of hers?

"And those guys over there? Not exactly the friendliest vibe, huh?" Deuce stammered, clearly uneasy.

The male fae chuckled softly, “Sorry if I seemed a bit above you during your meal. I really hope we can chat again soon.”

“Their table is, like, twenty yards away! And they heard our convo? That’s so creepy!” Ace shivered at the thought.

In response, [Name] pointed to her pointed ears. “Fae have incredible hearing, and honestly, their senses are just off the charts.”

“Yeah, Diasomnia House definitely has a reputation for housing some seriously talented students. A lot of them are magic prodigies. And their housewarden, Malleus Draconia? He’s one of the top five mages in the whole world,” Trey explained, sounding a bit in awe.

“Malleus is definitely not someone to mess with. But hey, you could say the same about our own beloved housewarden,” Cater added casually.

“No kidding! He freaked out on me for snagging just one slice of tart! His obsession with rules is totally over the top!” Ace complained, completely ignoring the stares of everyone around.

“My 'rule obsession' is 'over the top,' is it?” 

[Name] couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Absolutely! Riddle’s just a little tyrant who uses the whole 'rules' thing as an excuse to keep everyone under his thumb!” Ace continued, oblivious to the grimaces on everyone’s faces. Finally, someone decided to save Ace from his blundering.

“Ace! Behind you!” Deuce warned his dorm mate.

“Wha—?! Housewarden!” Ace froze under the piercing gaze of the strict housewarden of Heartslabyul.

“Hey, Riddle! What’s up, buddy? You’re looking adorable, as always!”

“Hmph. Cater, keep talking like that and you might just lose your head along with that mouth of yours.” Riddle dismissed the compliment with a glare.

“Sorry, sorry! My bad!”

There it was again. [Name] quickly lost interest in the conversation, her gaze wandering around the cafeteria. This place never ceased to amaze her. The Merfolk, the beastmen, and all the different fae were completely new to her. I guess being sheltered as a kid does that to you. Then she started to wonder what would’ve happened if she hadn’t acted out all those years ago. Maybe she’d still be close with Peter and the Lost Boys. Then her mind spiraled even further—what if she could invent a time machine to erase every single mistake she’d ever made and create the perfect future? What if—

“You want me to pay you to make it?! What kind of scam is this?!”

“Nah, I wouldn’t take money from a freshman! But Riddle wants a chestnut tart next, so I’ll need you to gather a whole bunch of chestnuts,” Trey reassured him.

“Like that’s any less of a hassle. But... fine. How many do you need?” Ace replied, acting like he wasn’t the one who got himself into this mess in the first place.

“Well, it’s for the unbirthday party, so... probably two or three hundred?” Trey estimated.

“Did you say HUNDRED?!” [Name] exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the baker.

“And they all need to be boiled, shelled, and pureed,” Trey added, completely serious.

“Alright, I’m outta here.” Grim finished his food in one last bite before sliding off.

“I’m leaving too.” Deuce followed suit.

“See ya,” [Name] said as she dumped her plate, getting ready to leave.

“You heartless cowards!”

“Wait up!” Cater called out to the first-years walking away, “Haven’t you heard that food tastes better when you make it with friends? This could be a memory to cherish! Plus, it could be your big break as a cooking blogger!”

Trey chimed in, “Don’t tell Riddle, but chestnut tarts are best when eaten fresh out of the oven. Only the ones who make them get to enjoy that luxury.”

“Well, when you put it like that... Alright, humans, let’s do this!”

[Name] shook her head. Seriously, how was Grim so easily swayed?

“Where can we find chestnuts, anyway?” Yuuken asked, cutting right to the chase.

“I heard there are tons of chestnut trees in the woods behind the campus botanical garden,” Trey suggested.

“Sweet. Plan in motion. Let’s meet at the botanical garden after our last period,” Ace declared.

“We’re gonna be swimming in chestnuts!” 

“I can’t believe I’m actually helping with this,” [Name] sighed, pushing some loose hair behind her ear.

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“Whoa! Check it out, there are so many chestnuts just chillin' here! I’m about to feast on some delicious chestnut tarts! Mmm! Let’s start grabbing—YOWCH!” Grim yelped, “Myah! These chestnut spines just pricked my paws!”

[Name] couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at Grim’s little mishap, “I could’ve warned you about that,” 

“And you didn’t say anything?!” The cat was frantically trying to get a spine out of his paw.

“Nope! You gotta learn the hard way sometimes!”

“I don’t think we can do this with just our bare hands. Plus, we need something to put them in,” Deuce chimed in.

“Maybe we can find some supplies over in the botanical garden,” Ace suggested.

“Let’s check it out,” Deuce said, leading the way into the garden.

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“Whoa, I had no idea this place was so massive.” Ace spun around, soaking in the sights of the garden.

“If it’s this big, there’s gotta be a groundskeeper somewhere. Let’s split up and search.”

“Sure thing. I call dibs on the right side.” The orange-haired guy started heading toward that direction.

“Then I’ll take the left, and Grim, you and [Name] can go straight ahead?” Deuce suggested as he headed left, leaving Grim, [Name], and Yuuken to go straight.

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“Hey, come check this out! There’s a ton of fruit growing here! And it smells ripe too!” The cat tried to grab some berries from the bush but was yanked back by [Name].

“Hey! You can’t just step on my tail and walk away like that!”

[Name] glanced around, her eyes landing on a figure lying on the cement floor. 

“Are you the groundskeeper? Not sure you should be talking to students like that, buddy.” Grim shot at the beast man.

“Ain’t nothing worse than trying to catch some Z's and having some jerk step on your tail,” the guy replied, sitting up to meet the freshmen’s gaze.

“Here’s a thought: don’t sleep on the ground in a public space,” the fairy snapped back at the lion.

The guy chuckled, leaning in closer, “You... I know you. You’re that girl from orientation.” Then, shockingly, he started SNIFFING HER?! A yelp escaped from [Name] as she stumbled back, her wings flapping wildly to stay upright.

“Well, it’s true. You’re definitely one of a kind.” The beastman commented, “You’re taller than most fairies around here. What kind are you?”

[Name] and Yuuken stood there, completely shocked and speechless at his boldness. Thankfully, Grim broke the silence.

“I don’t know what’s up with this guy, but he’s giving me serious creeps...”

“No one gets to step on my tail and just stroll away without facing consequences. I’m in a bad mood because of this nap interruption, so you’re gonna owe me a tooth.”

“Sevens, WHY DOES EVERYONE AT THIS SCHOOL WANT TO FIGHT?!” The fairy threw her arms up in exasperation.

“Please! I don’t have dental insurance!” Yuuken cried out, earning some puzzled looks from [Name] and Grim.

“Yuu! Chill out!” Grim yelled at him.

“Leona! There you are!” A voice called out.

In walked another beast man, “I knew I’d find you here! We’ve got after-school classes today, remember?”

“Ugh... And now I’ve got this guy bugging me...” Leona ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“Leona, you’ve already had to repeat a year. If you get held back again, we’ll be in the same grade!” The beastman scolded.

[Name] nudged Yuuken, “He’s like a hobo.”

“Oh, just zip it already. I’m tired of your chatter, Ruggie,” Leona waved off the hyena beast man.

“Look,” Ruggie said, exhaustion evident in his tone, “you think I enjoy always being on your case? C’mon, man. You could coast through life if you just put in a little effort. Let’s get moving!”

“Hrmph... Next time you mess with my turf, there’s gonna be a price to pay, herbivores!” Leona finally relented, giving in to Ruggie’s insistence.

“Myah! I don’t like the sound of that! What is up with this weirdo?” Grim shuddered.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s the groundskeeper...” Yuuken concluded.

“Seriously? You’re just figuring that out now?!” [Name] mentally facepalmed.

“Yo, guys, we found baskets and tongs!” Ace called out to the group.

“What on earth happened to you three?” Deuce asked, noticing their frazzled expressions.

“Oh right, the chestnuts! We gotta gather those so I can whip up my tart! We’ll fill you in on the crazy groundskeeper while we gather,” Grim said, excitedly.

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“…and then he just dipped out!” 

“Right? No way that dude was the groundskeeper,” Ace chimed in, nodding his head.

“Wait a second, now that I think about it, he was rocking that golden vest from the Pajama-clog dorm,” Grim said, tapping his chin like he was deep in thought.

“Pajama... clog? You mean Savanaclaw? Man, I’m starting to think there are way too many troublemakers hanging around Night Raven…” Deuce looked like he was really getting lost in his thoughts.

“Okay, that’s enough chit-chat. Let’s hustle these baskets over to Trey!” Ace said, striding ahead, clearly eager to wrap things up.

“Myahaha! Now that we’re all pumped up, it’s time to hit Flavortown, baby!” Grim clapped his hands together, clearly ready for action.

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“Welcome back, folks! Looks like you scored big!” Trey waved them in, looking pleased.

“Now you can whip us up some gigantic tarts!” Ace plopped the bag of chestnuts down on the counter with a thud.

“Well, the bigger the tarts, the tougher it’ll be to peel all these nuts, so... good luck with that!” 

[Name] just stood there, jaw dropped at what Trey said. 

“We have to peel all of these...? Suddenly, I feel like the room is spinning...” Deuce closed his eyes, bracing himself for the task ahead.

“Preparation is key to good baking,” Trey noted, like a wise sage.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ve come this far. No way we’re giving up now!” 

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“There! Finally got all these pureed!” Ace shook his hands, trying to shake off the ache.

“My arm is killing me...” Deuce stretched out with a big yawn.

“I’m gonna throw up,” [Name] pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly overwhelmed.

“You didn’t even use your hands; you used your fairy dust!” Ace shot back.

“Okay, but who am I really helping here?!” The fairy flicked some dust into Ace’s mouth before he could respond.

“Nice work! It'll taste even sweeter because of your struggle!” The green-haired boy applauded his underclassmen.

“The smell alone is making me drool...” Grim reached for the paste, only to have Yuuken swat his hand away.

“I just need to mix in some butter and sugar with the chestnut paste, plus a splash of oyster sauce—that’s my secret ingredient!”

“Oyster sauce?!” [Name], Ace, and Deuce all looked at Trey with disgust plastered on their faces.

“Yep! The umami from the oysters gives the cream this rich, savory flavor. I use the Walrus-brand Young Oyster Sauce. All the top bakers swear by it in their tarts,” Trey pointed at the label like it was gold.

“Really? But isn’t oyster sauce, like, super salty?” 

“Some people throw chocolate into their curry, right? Maybe it’s the same vibe,” Ace suggested.

“Pfft... Ah ha ha ha! I’m totally messing with you! No one in their right mind would put oyster sauce in a pastry!” Trey burst into laughter.

“What?! So you were just pulling our leg?” Ace shot a look at the upperclassman.

“Ah ha ha! I mean, if you’d thought about it for a second, you’d have realized how ridiculous it sounded! Let this be a lesson: don’t believe everything you hear,” Trey laughed at the clueless freshmen, clearly enjoying his little prank.

“Touché,” [Name] replied, giving him a blank stare. Jokes aren’t so funny when you’re on the receiving end, huh?

“Feh. And here I thought that guy was actually kinda decent,” Grim grumbled at Trey.

“Next up, I’ll add in the cream… Oh!” Trey suddenly looked shocked. What now?

“What’s wrong?” [Name] asked, concern creeping into her voice.

“You guys gathered so many chestnuts that we might’ve overdone it with the chestnut paste. I don’t think we have enough cream to mix in.”

“Then I’ll go buy some. Do they sell it at the school store?” Deuce offered, sounding like a scholar.

“They pretty much sell everything, so... probably. Could you grab me a few other things while you’re at it? I need two cartons of milk, two packs of eggs, some muffin cups, five cans of fruit…” Trey scribbled down the list, making it impossible to forget.

“I don’t think I can carry all that back. Yuuken, you wanna come with me?” Deuce said flatly, eyeing the black-haired boy who was lounging in a chair.

[Name] sighed, glancing at the sleeping figure, “I’ll help. I could use some fresh air anyway.”

“I’m coming too! I’m getting dizzy from all this stirring. I need a break!”

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The bell chimed as they opened the door and stepped into the shop.

“Hello, can I get some he-” Deuce froze, taking in the sights. “Whoa. This shop is wild! They have crystal skulls, grimoires, and... uh, I don’t even know what animal that is!”

“You think they actually sell cream here?”

“Maybe it’s in a different section?” [Name] suggested, pondering the possibilities.

“Greetings, my wandering imps! How do you fare today? Welcome to Mr. Sam's Mystery Shop. What among my humble selection interests you? A charm from a hidden land? The mummified remains of an ancient king? A cursed tarot card?” Sam pulled out each item with flair, presenting it to the students.

“Myah! I wasn’t expecting this kind of selection,” Grim said, scratching his head in disbelief.

“Um, we wanted to buy everything on this list...” Deuce handed over the paper like a true customer.

“Throw in two cans of tuna while you’re at it!” Grim called out as Sam headed to the back.

“Are you going to pay for that, Grim?” [Name] shot him a glare, “I’m pretty sure we’ve talked about this before…”

At her words and glare, Grim sulked like a toddler denied a toy.

Before long, Sam returned with two grocery bags in hand.

“Whoa... He really does have all this stuff, huh?” Deuce muttered to himself.

“Here you go. It’s pretty heavy… Are you sure you can handle this? Luckily for you, our 1/100th size flying saucers are 30% off today. Perfect for carrying groceries!” Sam offered the discount with a grin.

[Name] perked up at the idea. She’d never seen a flying saucer in real life before. “Ooh, let me see! That sounds awesome!”

“We’re good, thanks. Let’s go,” Deuce said, taking the bags from Sam.

“Myah! I didn’t realize today was National No Fun Allowed Day!” Grim pouted, getting dragged out by the back of his neck.

“Very well. Until next time, my little imps. Do come again! Ciao!” Sam called out as they stepped onto the warm patio.

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“That store was amazing,” Deuce said, clearly impressed.

“Yeah, and you’re impressively cheap,” Grim quipped, eyeing the awestruck Deuce.

A disgruntled cry came from the side. There was [Name], hunched over, desperately clutching a heavy bag filled with cans, trying to hold onto her dignity at the same time.

“Need a hand there?” Grim chuckled at her struggle. “Don’t get squashed now!”

“Shut up,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“Here, let me take that,” Deuce offered, grabbing the bag and tossing it over his shoulder. “I’ve got a trick for this,” he handed [Name] the eggs, which she clutched tightly.

“A trick?” The fairy raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Yeah. My mom always stocked up when things were on sale, and the bags would get ridiculously heavy. Being the only guy in the house, I had to do all the heavy lifting, and—oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to hog the conversation,” Deuce explained.

“Sounds like you took great care of your mom,” [Name] complimented.

“No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth is, I— Owww!” Deuce winced, feeling a sharp sting on his arm.

“Myah! The eggs!” Grim exclaimed, eyes darting to [Name], who had fallen to the ground, eggs smashed in her arms and splattered on the pavement. A groan escaped [Name] as the sticky mess settled in.

“[Name]?! The carton of eggs is totally wrecked! And now the bag’s leaking egg goo everywhere!” Deuce rushed over to help her up.

“Ouch! Why don’t you watch where you’re— Hey! You’re the jerks who broke the egg yolk on my carbonara!”

“I’ve had it with you punks. You need to learn your place!” The magenta-haired student stepped forward, getting all up in Deuce’s face.

Deuce took a step back, disbelief written all over him. “......You’re the ones who jumped out at us from around a corner! And you picked a fight with us at lunch over an egg that you could’ve still eaten! And now you’ve wrecked six of OUR eggs and knocked over [Name]!”

The white-haired one piped up again, “So what? You saying that was our fault?”

“I am. Please reimburse us for the eggs. And then apologize to the chickens and [Name],” the dark blue-haired boy tried to sound as polite as possible, but his words came off more like a warning.

The delinquents just laughed, clearly not taking Deuce seriously. “Ooh, look who’s got his big boy pants on. You’re making a huge deal over some stupid eggs.”

“What?” Anger bubbled up in Deuce’s voice, his blood starting to boil. The delinquents were still finding amusement in the situation, but for Deuce, this was crossing a line.

“They haven’t even hit the ground, so they’re still good. Quit whining. Plus, the girl could always just take a shower.”

“You should thank us for saving you the trouble of cracking ‘em and cooking them for you!”

Deuce stood there, watching as those punks laughed at the girl who was just sitting there, all sad and covered in egg while baking under the hot sun. 

“Seriously, that’s not cool,” he said, feeling a surge of anger. 

The delinquents looked at each other, clearly confused by his outburst.

“I mean it! I said, THAT'S NOT COOL! You think it’s okay to call my eggs stupid? No way! Those eggs might not have turned into chicks, but they were destined to make some delicious tarts! And instead of saying sorry, you just trash [Name]’s uniform and throw insults? Do you even get it? DO YOU?!” Deuce’s stare was intense, piercing right through them and making them rethink their choices. 

“What’s up with this guy all of a sudden?!” The confusion was clear on the face of the delinquent, totally thrown off by Deuce’s fiery attitude shift. 

“You owe me six eggs and [Name] a heartfelt apology. If you’re not down to do that, then you’re in for a world of hurt!” Deuce's fist was clenching tight, ready for whatever came next. 

“Are you for real?!” The magenta-haired delinquent stepped back, utterly shocked. 

“Buckle up,jerks!” Deuce shot them a fierce glare, standing his ground.

I made a bonus chapter for Valentine’s Day but I don’t know if I should post it😭😭 it’s like 3 days past Valentines Day💀 But thank you for reading!!🤍

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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

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HE IS SO UNREASONABLY BEAUTIFUL😟😟 WE LOVE YOU RIDDLE♥️♥️♥️

OUR RIDDLE😭😭😭😭😭😭

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TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 5 Part 4. Part 6

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "Red... Red... BAM! Whoa! It turned blue?!?" Deuce took a step back, totally shocked. How did he mess that up so badly?!

"Change, you awful color! Change! AHA! BWAH! The rose is on fire!" Grim was frantically trying to put out the flames on the bush.

[Name] just sighed as she watched the boys struggle with painting the roses. She pushed them aside and flicked her magic pen at the bush, instantly changing all the roses' colors.

"See how easy that was? I’m just way too good at this!" [Name] tossed her hair back with a smirk, reveling in her own talent.

The boys exchanged glances before looking back at her.

"What? Why are you staring like that?" [Name] raised an eyebrow, confused.

"[Name]... the roses are... um... pink," Deuce stammered, clearly nervous about how she would react. Ace, on the other hand, burst out laughing.

"Don't tell me you're color blind?!" Ace teased the fairy.

"Wow. You’re even worse at this than I thought," Cater scratched his head, trying to figure out what to do with the first-years.

"Hey, maybe you should just leave the roses white! They look perfectly pretty to me," Ace suggested, but Cater wasn't having it.

"It’s all about tradition. You can’t have an unbirthday party without the roses being red. And you can’t play croquet without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog for a ball. Oh, and don't forget, the roses have to be white when the garden flowers have their spring concert. That's non-negotiable!" As Cater rambled, [Name] was left speechless. What kind of animal cruelty were these guys into?!

"What did those animals ever do to you?!" [Name] exclaimed, horrified by how the dorm treated them.

"All your rules are totally insane!"

"They say the Queen of Hearts made these rules herself—she was one of the Great Seven, you know. And Riddle is really into tradition, probably more than any previous housewarden. I’ll admit, he’s a bit... much," Ace huffed, clearly annoyed. 'A bit' was a serious understatement.

"Yeah, no kidding. I don’t have time for this nonsense. Is Riddle around? I need to talk to him," Ace said, cutting straight to the chase.

"Yeah, probably. But are you sure that’s a good idea? Did you even bring an apology tart to replace the one you ate?" Cater interrogated Ace.

"Uh, no...? I came here first thing in the morning!" Ace clarified defensively.

"Ah ah ah... That could be a problem. Have you forgotten rule 53? 'Stolen items must be replaced.' If you’re not in compliance, I can’t let you in," Cater said, sticking out his hand to usher Ace out.

"Are you serious?!" Ace looked at the upperclassman in disbelief. Was he joking?

"Are you telling me I came all this way for nothing?!" [Name] nearly lost it. Of course, the one time she got dragged along, she ended up painting roses, getting teased for messing up the color, and now getting kicked out. Seriously?!

"You know you didn’t have to come, right?" Deuce piped up.

"Deuce." The fairy shot him a warning glance.

"Yes ma’am!" Deuce quickly zipped his mouth shut.

"All dorm residents must follow the rules. If I let you slide, it’ll be off with my head next! Sorry, Ace, but I need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanks," Cater began pushing Ace out, who was digging his heels in.

"I... think this guy is serious. You guys, do something!" Ace cried for help.

[Name] glanced at her nails, bored. "I don’t really feel like fighting right now."

"Why should WE do anything?" the blue-haired boy crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"Come on, please! I can’t use magic! Hurry, he’s—" Ace begged before Cater blasted him with a light spell, sending him flopping to the ground. [Name]'s wings twitched slightly as she watched him crash. A determined look crossed her face as she pulled out her magic wand and pointed it at Cater.

"Fine, today’s your lucky day, Ace," [Name] said, glancing back at the boy behind her. Deuce looked at her with admiration as he grabbed his magic pen, ready to back her up.

"I’ve got your back, [Name]!" Deuce declared, filled with determination.

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[Name], Deuce, and Grim were panting in exhaustion outside the dorm. Just how elite was this guy?!

"Make sure you bring that tart next time, okay? Bye now!" Cater waved his fingers at the first years. [Name] was the first to break the silence.

"Ace, I am never helping you again."

"What?! Why?!" Ace exclaimed, shocked by her statement.

"We hit him over and over, but he just kept coming. Maybe he was using some kind of illusion magic?" Deuce said, clearly frustrated.

"So let me get this straight: we walked in there completely tartless, and this dude still made us go through that whole rigmarole before tossing us out? He just wanted us to paint his stupid roses!" Ace facepalmed at the realization.

"We really look like a bunch of chumps," Grim said glumly.

"No, Grim," [Name] corrected him, "ACE DOES!" Her voice rose in volume, emphasizing her point.

"I get it, okay?!" Ace sulked, feeling defeated.

"I guess we’ll just have to grab an apology tart and come back. Maybe after class, we can— Oh no!" Pure panic crossed Deuce’s face.

"What’s wrong?" Yuuken asked, looking at the blue-haired boy with concern.

"We already missed the first bell! We’re going to be late for class!"

"Myah! I can't afford to get a blemish on my first day of glorious Night Raven education! Let’s move, everyone! To the classroom, pronto!"

"I’m out!" [Name] said, her words coming out in a jingle as she flapped her wings and zoomed off.

"[Name]?!" Yuuken called after her, bewildered. 

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[Name] was sitting quietly at the back of the class, trying her best to ignore the curious stares from the other students. Even though she promised herself she wouldn’t let it bother her, those insecurities were eating away at her. Sure, she could be tough, but deep down, she was still just a teenage girl.

“Ah, you must be my new homeroom students!” The teacher redirected everyone’s attention to the latecomers at the door. A grateful smile spread across her face as Yuuken and the others glanced up at her. “Hmm, that’s quite the unique coat of fur you’ve got there. Just make sure you come to class looking presentable. My name is Divus Crewel, but you can call me Master Crewel. Now, take your seats because class is about to kick off. We’ll start with the basics, which means cramming the names and key traits of a hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains. We’ll tackle mycelia later. But hey, I’m hoping you’ll eventually figure out how to stroll around without munching on anything poisonous. I know you all have the self-control of ravenous hounds right now, but I will not tolerate a single student failing this class. Get ready to be drilled!”

Deuce looked at the worksheet in front of him, confused. “Huh, so… does anyone know what a mycelia is?”

“I’m not really into memorizing stuff like that, ya know?” Ace chimed in.

“Good thing I’m a quick learner,” bragged the fairy with a smug grin.

“All I care about is figuring out which plants are tasty and which ones are gross.”

Yuuken groaned, “Seriously, Grim?”

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“I’m your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein, and this is my familiar, Lucius. You’re here to dive into the rich history of magic and see how it’s shaped the world you take for granted.”

“Mrrrrooowww…”

[Name] glanced over at the grey cat, which was staring at her like she was out of place. She grimaced and quickly looked away. What’s with cats and her?!

“I grade based on how you behave in class as well as the quality of your work. Don’t even think about sleeping on my watch. Now, let’s open our books to page fifteen. This section dives into the magestones discovered in the Dwarfs' Mine…” The teacher droned on.

“Mrrrrooowww…” The cat rolled over.

“As knowledge and awareness of magical energy spread across the globe from this point, this year is considered Year One of the Magic Era.”

The fairy could feel her eyelids getting heavy. “Oh my Sevens, this lecture is a snooze-fest…” she muttered to herself. Even the cat looked like it was about to doze off! She rubbed her face in agony, wishing she could escape this boring lecture.

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“I’m Coach Vargas, and it’s my job to whip your weak little bodies into shape. Great sorcery starts with great physical fitness! Just look at the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs! A great mage needs a solid physique! So, let’s do twenty laps and a hundred push-ups!”

“Sevens,” the fairy muttered, her feet dragging as she flew close to the ground, shoulders slumped. “Why do I have to run when I can just fly?”

“Ugh. This forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me up the wall,” Ace complained, already dreading the class.

“Finally! A subject I’m actually good at!” Deuce exclaimed, pumping his fist in excitement.

“Seriously, what’s the appeal of running around in circles? Do I look like a hamster?” Grim complained, the flames near his ears dimming as he trudged along beside [Name].

“Well, Grim, you’re not too far off from a ham—”

“Henchman!”

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“Let’s see, our next class is…” Deuce mused as the group walked through the crowded hallway. By now, [Name] had gotten somewhat used to the annoying stares. She tucked her wings close and squeezed through the crowd with ease.

“This so-called magic academy feels a lot like a boring, regular school. Not exactly what I was expecting, but at least this collar isn’t too much of a hassle after all. You feel me on that, Grim? ...Huh?” Ace paused, looking around for the cat.

“Wait, where’d Grim go?” Yuuken joined Ace in searching for the missing cat. This made [Name] perk up her pointed ears.

“Oh! Look out the window! I just saw a ball of fur darting across the yard!” Deuce exclaimed, and the rest of the group followed him, leaving [Name] crossing her arms, glancing back at the mob of students near the classroom door. She scowled, contemplating the consequences of skipping class before ultimately deciding to follow the rest of the group out to the courtyard.

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“I am NOT putting up with this boring routine every single day. I’m Grim, Sorcerer Prodigy, and I don’t need anyone teaching me how to blow stuff up!” Grim stomped across the courtyard.

“The Headmage is going to be furious…” Yuuken sighed, eyeing the cat.

“Wow, that guy really isn’t a fast learner.”

“Tell me about it,” the fairy said, watching with amusement.

“Not a good look to lose your only student on your first day as prefect. Want some help catching him?” the orange-haired boy offered.

“Yes, please!” Yuuken practically pleaded with the rest of the group.

“I do love those chocolate croissants at the co-op,” Ace nudged Yuuken.

“I’d do it for an iced latte at the cafeteria,” Deuce chimed in.

“I think I could go for a donut or two…” [Name] mused, tapping her chin in thought.

Yuuken groaned at the idea of buying all three of them something, calculating the cost in his head.

“Look! Grim’s getting away, Yuuken!” [Name] pointed.

Finally, the boy relented. “Fine, fine! Done, done, and done!”

“Pleasure doing business! Now, [Name] and Deuce, let’s clean up the mess made by the worst prefect to ever set foot on campus!” Ace got ready to chase after the cat.

“I can already taste that latte, Ace, [Name],” Deuce said, pulling out his magic pen from his pocket. The fairy unfurled her wings and stretched, signaling that the chase was on.

“Deuce, go left!” [Name] shouted, flapping her wings faster to pick up speed. The blue-haired boy shifted to the side, allowing [Name] to gracefully maneuver around the cat, fairy dust sprinkling onto Grim’s soft fur.

“Nyah?!” The cat lifted into the air as the fairy dust took effect, clearly distressed.

“Mrrah! I’m done with these boring classes!” Grim whined as he spun around, “Get me down!”

“Wait… you could’ve used that fairy dust floating trick the whole time?” Ace muttered in disbelief.

“Oops!” [Name] batted her eyelashes playfully, “I’ve been a little too tired lately!” She glanced down at her platform Mary Janes, checking for any scratches from landing.

“Can someone get me down?!”

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“Woohoo! Lunchtime finally! Whoa! This food looks amazing!” Grim’s eyes darted around the cafeteria, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“Ooh, a buffet! That’s fancy,” [Name] said as she grabbed a plate and tongs, opting for a tender slab of smoked salmon with a side salad, though that cheeseburger with fries was definitely calling her name.

“Look at how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!” Grim was swooning.

“Shhhh! Dude, inside voices! Where was all this energy earlier today?” Ace hushed him.

“Yuuken, grab me the grilled chicken! There’s only one left! And an omelet too! And that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray, will ya? Ow!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re going! My carbonara! You broke the yolk!”

“Whoa, that’s messed up! Poking the egg is the best part! You better make this right, dude!” a boy yelled, grabbing the attention of some passersby.

“I’m gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation,” the delinquent said, reaching for the chicken.

“Myah?! No way! Hands off the bird, dude! I need my protein because I am HANGRY!” Grim pulled his tray away from prying hands.

“Hey! That’s no way to talk to an upperclassman! Meet me outside, and I’ll teach you some respect!” an older boy with magenta hair threatened.

[Name] stepped in front of Grim, intervening. “Are you seriously about to fight a freshman over an egg mishap?! I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine eating it like that.”

The delinquent sized her up, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Are you his owner? You should take responsibility for your little friend. Y’know,I’ve always liked my girls with a bit of an attitude.” He placed a hand on her shoulder while his friend snickered. “How’d a girl like you manage to sneak in here anyway?”

[Name] felt her blood boil, her eyebrows twitching in irritation.

“Uh oh…” Yuuken grabbed Grim and stepped back, knowing what was about to go down. He glanced at [Name], noticing her glow shifting from pale yellow to a fierce blood red. Deuce, sensing the tension, gripped the delinquent’s wrist and yanked it away from [Name].

"Excuse me, sir, but the handbook clearly states that fighting with magic is prohibited. I suggest you remove your hand from her shoulder,” Deuce said, narrowing his eyes, nervousness flickering in his stance.

“Fighting?” the white-haired student glared, “You’ve got it all wrong. I’m just helping this ignorant freshman understand his place.”

The magenta-haired friend grinned wickedly, “Now, let’s see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!”

Sorry for the late chapter I’ve been under the weather recently😥😓 I’ll try making the next chapter as soon as possible 🤍

Taglist : @itwaszzmoon @brights-place @capcryooo

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hi!!! I was just wondering if you do male/gn readers aswell as fem? :3

Yes I do!! I just haven’t got the chance since I was working on the series

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JESSICA RABBIT like YUU X DORMLEADERS

(This focuses more on Jessica’s personality than her looks!)

So, he probably heard about you from Cater or Ace. When he first spotted you hanging out in the Monstro Lounge—singing and pouring drinks—poor guy didn’t even know how to handle himself! At first, he had his own thoughts about you, but eventually, he warmed up. I mean, when you hit him with that classic line, "I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way," he totally fumbled his words and turned a shade redder than his hair!

He starts to relax a bit with the rules when you’re around, but if you’re up for the challenge of learning all 810 of them (or at least a third of them, which I bet you are), that’s a wholeee different story! Anytime someone shows a little too much interest in you he’s like, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” Like he loves having an attractive , amazing, dare I say HOT partner but damn is there a lot of things that come as a consequence of such blessing.

And don’t even get me started on how he reacts when you entertain Deuce and Ace’s wild ideas. He loves you to bits, but honestly, you’re stressing him out! Someone save him from the shackles of love🥹‼️

You remind him of the Lionesses back home, embodying their fierce spirit and strength. He never underestimates your capabilities, especially after witnessing someone get their arm caught in a bear trap while attempting to make advances toward you. If anyone crosses the line, he is always prepared to intervene, although he typically ensures that such situations never escalate to that point in the first place.

Your unwavering loyalty is undoubtedly one of his favorite qualities; you are always ready to defend him and are unafraid to remind him to get a grip when necessary. A significant turning point in your relationship came when you allowed him to rest his head on your lap, and this simple act gradually transformed into a cherished routine between the two of you.

Ruggie frequently reaches out to you, expressing his frustrations about Leona and pleading for your assistance in dragging him out of bed and into class.😭 Depending on Leona's mood, he might even pull you down into the bed with him, making it difficult to escape. During nap time, he wraps his tail around your leg like a makeshift sensor, ensuring you remain by his side and do not attempt to leave the bed. Unfortunately, this means you have to say goodbye to your perfect attendance.(RIP)🫡🪦

You and Azul first crossed paths when Floyd and Jade hired you, unbeknownst to Azul, to perform at the Mostro Lounge. After witnessing your debut performance, Azul was so impressed that he promptly offered you a contract, recognizing the influx of new customers you attracted. However, he often feels a twinge of insecurity around you; after all, you are one of the most stunning individuals he has ever encountered (Don’t tell Vil he said that💀)

Adding to his struggles, Jade and Floyd constantly bully😭 tease him, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on his work whenever you're nearby. There was a particularly memorable moment when you accidentally walked in on him changing, prompting him to hide away in embarrassment. Your warm embrace brought him to tears, showcasing the depth of his feelings for you.

In a narrative reminiscent of a mafia boss and his devoted, sweet wife, Azul deeply appreciates your willingness to get your hands dirty in his defense. While he may occasionally take advantage of your fierce loyalty, the silver lining is that you are never entirely constrained by your contracts!🤫

He would totally go above and beyond for you. Out of nowhere, gifts would just show up on your doorstep, which was sweet but also a bit much. You had to remind him that he didn’t need to shower you with presents, but he just couldn’t help himself—everything that reminded him of you ended up in his cart. It got so excessive that Jamil had to step in(per usual)

“Jamil! Do you think they’ll love this?!” Kalim would ask, all excited. And Jamil would just roll his eyes, “You know how they feel about you buying them stuff.” EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU JAMIL‼️‼️

You know you’re always going to be his go-to when he throws a party at the dorm. The whole time, he just clings to you like a koala, and honestly, it’s kind of adorable.

But things got a bit intense when you almost lost it on Jamil after he overblotted and tried to go after Kalim. Ever since then, you’ve kept your guard up around him. Kalim assured you that everything was cool and that there were no hard feelings. He was pretty happy when you said you’d try to move past it for his sake. But let’s be real, that grudge? Not going anywhere. 💀

Absolutely DANGEROUS couple‼️Like the paparazzi just can’t get enough of you two! You’re probably being followed around everywhere with cameras in your face.

Let's be real, you two must be making music together because when you do, those tracks are hitting the TOP 10 on the BILLBOARD charts in no time! Honestly, you guys are just an absolute power couple, and I applaud you for it(I’m jealous)🫡

But seriously, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near Neige. You go to a ball as his plus one and Neige was there? He pulled out every excuse imaginable to get you away from the guy. Like, “I want to introduce you to a co-star of mine,” or dragging you away and saying“Here’s a good friend of mine!” Come on, buddy, you’re not slick😭

He’s just trying to protect himself from losing anything else to Neige. Please, give him a little reassurance (I’m begging you😞).

So, imagine this: a total gamer who's kind of a loser, but somehow he snagged a super hot girl—like, how did he pull that off? I'm honestly a bit confused about how you guys even met since he rarely leaves his room. But if you two ever did bump into each other, you’d totally be the oddest yet cutest couple around! This relationship is probably the closest to Roger Rabbit and Jessica.

You always listen to him go off about his games, and I mean, these rants can get up to four hours. Trust me, he’s not going anywhere if it’s not with you. His hair definitely turns pink whenever you stand up for him or tell a waiter they messed up his order.

He totally fell harder for you when he saw how you interacted with Ortho. You two hit it off right away and became besties, teaming up to coax Idia out of his shell more. Honestly, it’s just one big happy family! 🥹

So, he was super interested in you, right? Lilia had to really push him to make a move and talk to you, even though you might’ve had the reputation to be a bit unapproachable. But hey, that’s probably why you two clicked so well once you finally met! You both totally bond over the fact that no one really wants to come up to you, even if the reasons are different. It just works out perfectly!

When you joined his gargoyle club, he had to seriously hold back a giggle like a school girl. And let’s be real, even though you weren’t really into gargoyles (he could definitely tell🥸), you showed up to every single meeting, listening to him go on and on about those stone creatures. It’s like he’s convinced that you’re the one for him. So, when people start calling you Lady Draconia, just know that this was no mistake 😭

But here’s the thing about dragons: they get super protective over their mate. If anyone tries to mess with you, they're immediately struck down by lightning. He gets all confused when you shake your head and frown, telling him you could’ve handled it on your own.

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I really like the concept and your writing about Tinkerbell/Yuu👏👏👏

I have some questions about it,

1) will Thinkerbell/Yuu meet Peter and Wendy again?

2) if she will, will they try to talk to each other again?

3) Is Peter a student at RSA?

You don't have to answer my question if you don't want to or if it has anything to do with the spoiler.

Thank youuuu����It’s completely ok to ask me questions!! If anything I want to answer more questions😭‼️ I hope this answers your questions! Feel free to ask more

She will eventually run into Peter, Wendy, and the lost boys

I can’t spoil this one for you but when that chapter comes around, expect ALOT (I already have it made)

Peter is currently a student at RSA as briefly mentioned in part one.

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TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 4

Part 3 Part 5

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The fairy stirred in her sleep, tossing and turning because of the relentless knocking echoing through the night.

“Who’s knocking at this hour?” The girl rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit frantic.

She rolled off her bed and landed on the cold floor with a thud. [Name] groaned as she hit the ground. “Whoever’s out there is gonna get it,” she muttered, dusting off her nightgown and slipping on her fuzzy slippers before quietly making her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she spotted sparks of blue fire and a tuft of black hair.

“Who the heck is here at this hour?” Yuuken grumbled, clearly annoyed.

“That's what I was thinking,” [Name] said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

“It’s me, Ace! Just let me in, okay?” Ace’s muffled voice called from outside the door. Yuuken and [Name] sighed, and she turned the knob, flinging the rickety door open to reveal the boy sporting an obnoxious collar.

“Ace? It’s the middle of the night! W-what is that collar?!” Grim exclaimed, staring at the boy in disbelief.

“I can’t go back to Heartslabyul House. I’m joining your dorm. For good,” Ace said, leaning against the wall defiantly.

“No way?! I’d recognize that collar anywhere. It’s the same one that psycho put on me at orientation! What did you do to end up with that?” Grim asked, raising an eyebrow at Ace, who simply shook his head.

“I ate a tart.”

“You… ate a tart?” Yuuken echoed, his disbelief evident.

“Seriously?” [Name] blinked, struggling to wrap her head around the idea that someone would get collared for a tart. She burst into laughter, falling back and clutching her stomach. Ace looked annoyed; he was hoping for at least a little sympathy.

“Could you maybe stop laughing?” Ace mumbled, looking down in embarrassment. “I was a bit hungry, so I went to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge. Three whole tarts! And they were huge!”

[Name] finally calmed down from her laughter.

“And... now here I am.”

“So... you’re both terrible? The dorm leader sounds worse than [Name]!” Grim chimed in.

[Name] shot Grim a look that clearly said, ‘You better watch it.’

“You don’t think it’s crazy for my magic to be sealed away just for eating ONE slice of tart?! For a mage, that’s like being tied up and unable to move! And there were three whole tarts! THREE! It’s not like he could eat them all by himself! Come on, you know this is messed up!” Ace fumed.

“I guess...?” Yuuken hesitated, unsure.

“I’d be just as mad if someone had taken my food,” [Name] shrugged.

“What kind of wishy-washy answer is that?! And seriously, [Name], you’re supposed to be on my side!” Ace protested.

“Yeah, but… I mean, if there were three of them, they were probably meant for a party. Maybe it was someone’s birthday or something? Look at me, I’m like a master detective!” Grim puffed out his chest proudly.

“A birthday party, huh…?” Ace mused.

“That would make sense,” Yuuken added quietly.

“Man… I thought you guys would be more sympathetic! I’m a victim of the housewarden’s tyranny here!” Ace lamented.

“Glad I didn’t end up in that dorm! I’d hate to be in your shoes,” [Name] teased the orange-haired boy.

“But you stole food! That’s not cool!”

“For once, I’m with the furball on this one!” [Name] agreed, her wings jingling in excitement.

“Stealing food is a serious offense,” Yuuken chimed in.

“Aw, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Tomorrow, you need to go apologize,” Yuuken suggested, finally straightening up and returning to his serious demeanor.

“You don’t mess with another guy’s meal… Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re getting that… You didn’t need it anyway.” The fairy poked at Grim’s furry belly with her foot.

“Okay, okay! I get that I should apologize. But you’re coming with me, [Name] and Yuuken. This was your idea, after all.”

“Fair enough,” Yuuken nodded. [Name] was taken aback. Why was she being dragged into this mess?!

“Huh?! I didn’t even—”

“Anyway, do you have a place for me to crash tonight?” Ace interrupted.

“You were serious about that? Outside of my bedroom, this whole dump is covered in dust. So if you want to crash, you better start cleaning!” [Name] said.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, [Name]. I’m really slim. I won’t take up much space.” He nudged her, but she just stared back, causing him to pout.

“You wish.” [Name] turned her back to the boys and marched back to her room.

“Well, fine. The sofa it is. Night!”

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[Name] was totally in love with her uniform. She fiddled with the cute bow tie before adjusting her socks, admiring her reflection and giving herself a little spin. Then she paused, blinking as she pressed her skirt down in embarrassment, slowly turning around to check herself out.

“[Name], are you—” Yuuken stood at the door, his jaw hanging open. The girl’s usual glow turned a deep shade of red, a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“GET OUT! WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOCK?!” she screeched.

“Yes, ma’am!” Yuuken quickly slammed the door shut, leaving [Name] to calm her nerves.

“Oh my sevens,” she groaned, patting her face with her hands. “I just want to jump off a bridge right now.”

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“Move it! Out of the way! Night Raven College student coming through! Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It’s way better than the one you’re stuck with! You know, the one that keeps you from using magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!”

“You’re so humble, Grim!” [Name] shot back sarcastically.

“I think he’s suffered enough, Grim,” Yuuken added.

“Grrrr! Trust me, Grim, once I get my magic back, you’re the first one I’m coming for!” Ace shot back, glaring at the cat.

“Didn’t the headmage JUST tell you yesterday to cut out the incidents? Besides, you won’t be able to participate in class if you can’t use magic. So why not just apologize to the housewarden? It’s a small price to pay to get that collar off,” Deuce advised.

“Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” Ace growled, yanking at the collar around his neck in frustration.

“I hate your whining more than you hate that collar,” [Name] said, casting an irritated glance at him.

“Hmm. You know, we still have some time to kill before class starts. I’m kinda curious about the other dorms. Guess I’ll go check them out while you do the whole groveling thing,” Grim said, tapping his chin with his paw.

“Since when did this turn into a field trip?!” Ace groaned.

“Field trip? More like a break! The boys have been staring at me like I have three heads.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re the only girl in the school?! Plus, you’re like the size of a magic pen!” Grim teased, poking her leg.

“I may be the only girl in the school, but I’m not the only girl in the world! And, for the record, I’m considered tall by tinker fairy standards!” The fairy’s wings flared up bright red as she turned around and flicked fairy dust at Ace and Grim.

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“Wow, this place is seriously nice! It’s like a whole different world compared to our cramped little dorm,” Grim said, taking in the surroundings with wide eyes.

“Hey, our dorm’s just a little rough around the edges, okay?” Yuuken chimed in, almost trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

“Yeah, ‘a little rough’ is putting it lightly,” [Name] added with a smirk as she trailed behind Ace and Deuce towards the garden.

“Yesss! Time to get my paint on!” a voice suddenly called out from the garden.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Grim said, surprised.

“They’ve got to be all red, or it’s ‘off with my head!’” the mystery boy shouted back.

“Wait, I feel like I’ve heard this somewhere…” Yuuken murmured to himself as he processed the boy’s words.

[Name] shot Yuuken a confused glance. “Did you take something while I was napping?”

“Huh...? You guys need something?” The orange-haired boy paused his painting to look over at the group.

“What exactly are you doing?” 

[Name] facepalmed at the obviousness of the question. I mean, come on, with the red splatters everywhere and a paintbrush in hand, it was pretty clear.

“Are you serious? I'm painting these roses red, obviously.”

“Why on earth would you do that?!”

Deuce had a point; why change something that already existed? This dorm was definitely quirky.

The orange-haired boy just chuckled. “Ah ha ha! So clueless, you really put the ‘n’ in newbie! Hold up, I know you guys! You’re the ones who shattered that billion-thaumark chandelier and almost got kicked out! And you—” he pointed at [Name], “—you’re the cute girl everyone’s been talking about!”

[Name] couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. Maybe she was kinda cute after all. She smiled at him, making her fellow first years stare in disbelief.

“Wow, you are cute. Especially when you smile,” Ace said with a snicker, only for [Name] to grab him by the collar and push him back, her expression turning neutral again.

“Oh, knock it off,” [Name] rolled her eyes.

“And you! You’re the one who scarfed down the housewarden’s tart that night! You guys are like, the hottest topic on campus! I need to get in on this fame train. Mind if I grab a quick selfie? I’ll tag you all on Magicam!”

“I’m Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“I'm Grim, and that’s my sidekick, Yuuken.”

“[Name],”

“Uploaded! Awesome! Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, by the way. I’m a junior here at Heartslabyul. Just call me Cater or Cay-Cay if you’re feeling wild! So nice to meet ya!” Cater flashed a peace sign.

“Nice to meet you too,” Yuuken said, trying to keep it together.

“Wait, you’re the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? I can’t believe you live there! It looks like a total wreck on Magicam. No filter could save that place!”

“Hey, all you’ve done is throw shade at us!” 

“Whoops, my bad! I’m losing track of time! The party’s tomorrow, and if we’re not ready, it’s ‘off with my head!’ So, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?” Cater called out, referring to the first years as “kids,” which made [Name] fidget a bit, her wings twitching defensively.

“Uh, why exactly are you doing that?” Ace asked, puzzled.

“Because red roses are way more Instagrammable! Or... something like that? Then I have to get everything ready for the big croquet tournament, which means I need to paint all the flamingos too.” Cater sighed dramatically.

“Wait, why are you painting flamingos?!” [Name] exclaimed, fairy dust fluttering around from her outburst.

“Now it’s all coming together, Ace! That tart you munched on must’ve been for the housewarden’s birthday, which is why he flipped out!” Deuce said, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

“Hm? Oh, no, it’s not Riddle's birthday,” Cater replied, leaving everyone even more confused.

“It’s not? Then whose birthday is it?” Ace asked, scratching his head.

“It’s no one’s birthday. Tomorrow is our dorm’s traditional unbirthday party! It’s this special tea party we throw when nobody has a birthday—if the housewarden feels like it,” Cater explained.

“And why do you even do that?” Ace pressed on.

“More questions! Listen, I need these roses to be red, like, yesterday! Can’t you guys help out with some magic or something? Oh wait, Ace is on magical house arrest and Yuuken’s just a regular guy, so you three will have to stick to paint.”

“Recolor the roses with magic,” Deuce repeated, trying to wrap his head around it.

“Never done that before, can’t say it sounds easy.”

“Same here,” [Name] added.

“Chill, it’ll be fine! You got this! Just try to do it before I lose my head, okay? Thanks!” And with that, Cater dashed off, leaving the first years in a whirlwind of confusion.

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Sorry for the short chapter😓 Thank you for reading💚

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TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 3 Part 2 Part 4

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You know, it’s easy to say that [Name] was really annoyed. She was clinging tightly to a rock, hovering above this monster, and let me tell you, she had been in this precarious position for what felt like ages. Now, don’t get me wrong—she’s not the type to be impatient, at least not by fairy standards. But honestly, if those guys didn’t get their act together soon, she was ready to kick them so far underground that they’d be greeting Hades himself. Maybe this was just karma for laughing at the very people she should have been helping. You know how it goes; they’d probably forget her the moment they got out of the mines.

“H-Hey, monster! I’m uh… I-I’m over here!” [Name] perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Never in a million years did she think she’d feel relieved to hear Grim, but hey, tough times call for tough measures.

“Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!” The monster’s booming roar made the entire mine tremble, and a startled yelp escaped the girl.

“Insect?!” The cat stared in disbelief at the girl dangling for dear life. The monster growled again, catching Gris’s attention. “He's coming our way! Yuuken!”

Yuuken glanced up at [Name] and exclaimed, “You have wings, remember?! You can fly!”

“Oh right!” [Name]’s wings sprang to life, keeping her aloft. “Watch out!” she called out to the cat and the boy. With a powerful flap of her wings, she dove down, swooping up Grim and Yuuken in one smooth motion.

“Right over here, monster!” the black-haired boy taunted, waving his hand at the creature.

“Grrurgh? Thieeef thiiis waaay tooooo... Neeevvva giiive stooones! Neeevvvaaa!” The monster growled, chasing after the teens as they scrambled to escape the cave.

“Eep! If it lands one of those punches, we’re toast!” Grim squeaked as [Name] skillfully dodged the monster’s attacks.

“Aieee! I’m scared!” Yuuken slapped a hand over his mouth, bashfully glancing at [Name].

“Really, Yuuken?” Was [Name] now the knight in shining armor? She could’ve sworn she was just the damsel in distress a moment ago.

“Begooone! BEGOOOOOOONE!”

“Ugh, this guy’s breath is horrendous,” [Name] muttered. Soon enough, they caught sight of a glimmer of light emerging from outside the cave. Once they had distanced themselves enough from the mine, she unceremoniously dropped Grim and Yuuken on the grass and then landed gracefully beside them.

“We got him a good distance away from the mine!” Grim exclaimed, clearly relieved.

“Now’s our chance!” Yuuken urged as Ace and Deuce took up defensive positions back to back.

“You bet! I’m ready! One extra-large gust of wind, coming right up!” Ace flicked his magic pen at the monster.

“And I’ll add my blazing-hot fire to that! MYAAAH!”

Ace grinned, “How’s that for a combo?! With my winds fanning them, even Grim’s flames can turn into a raging inferno!”

“Whaddaya mean ‘feeble’?! You really don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?” Grim shot back at Ace.

Yuuken’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “The monster’s afraid of our flaming tornado!”

“Just stay calm, aim carefully… and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of… Get ‘em, cauldron!” Deuce shouted, brandishing his cauldron.

“Nailed it! The plan’s working! Look, Yuuken! That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did!” Grim teased, taking a jab at the orange-haired boy.

“Could’ve done without the reminder, thanks! This has been one drag after another,” Ace rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

“Quick! While it’s distracted, we need to grab that magestone!”

“Guh?! Waaait! Nooooooo!”

“That’s it! That’s a magestone!” 

“Dooon’t tooouch thaaaaat!”

“Uh-oh! Looks like it’s almost wriggled free!” Ace took a step back, clearly on edge.

“I’ll help, I guess,” [Name] said as she took to the air, fairy dust swirling around her like a gentle snowstorm. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small circular device and tossed it at the creature, which expanded into a net that wrapped around its body.

“Wait, you could’ve helped back in the cave?!” Ace exclaimed, a hint of offense in his voice.

“I’m helping now, aren’t I?!” she shot back. “Besides, you guys left me back there,” she said, crossing her arms defiantly.

“I told you we forgot something!” Deuce argued with Ace, who had accused him of being ridiculous.

“Nnngaaaah!”

“We got the magestone! Now let’s get out of here!” Grim and Yuuken rushed up to join the group.

“Roger that!” Ace grabbed [Name]’s wrist and pulled her along with him.

“MYYY STOOOOOOONE!”

“Are you kidding me?! It’s still coming! It broke all the nets?!” Ace tightened his grip on the fairy, causing her to wince and poke him with her other hand.

“Ooooooooogh...! Giiive it baaaaack...!”

“It’s too fast! It’s about to catch us!” Deuce started to panic.

“Then it’s kill or be killed!” Yuuken shouted, a hint of fear creeping into his voice.

“Easy for you to say, Yuuken! You don’t have to fight it!” [Name] exclaimed, pulling out her magic pen with a sigh as she held it close.

“Aw, fine! Let’s just smash the thing. Try not to wet yourself, Deucey!” Ace quipped, using the hand that had been around [Name]’s wrist to retrieve his magic pen.

“Same goes for you, Ace!” Deuce replied, following suit.

“I’m gonna show you why they call me Grim the Great!”

“Shut up and help,” [Name] said, her annoyance evident as her wings jingled.

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Deuce was panting, leaning against a tree for support. 

“Is it... over?” Ace whined, collapsing onto his back in sheer exhaustion.

“Yes, I mean, I guess watching it disappear right in front of your eyes doesn’t mean anything,” [Name] shot back with a playful sass.

“Even after that intense battle, you still find room for attitude?” Ace questioned, raising an eyebrow.

[Name] laughed, “We?”

Yuuken glanced over at the girl, who was still cackling. Even though he had only known her for less than a day, he was already getting used to her quirks.

“I think... we won? I think we really did it!” Grim exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

“All right!”

“Woohoo!”

“Give me a victory high-five!”

“I’m not doing that,” [Name] said, turning onto her side. Grim grunted but raised his paw anyway.

“Shared adversity really brings people together, huh?” the black-haired boy said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Uh... I don’t think that has anything to do with it,” [Name] replied.

“Yeah! Spare us the clichés, Yuuken!” Ace chimed in.

“There’s no ‘together’ here! We won because of me! This is all thanks to my magical genius!” Grim declared proudly.

“Magical genius, my a—” [Name] was cut off mid-sentence.

“You know... I hate to admit it, but we mostly won because of your plan,” Ace said, smiling at Yuuken.

“Right? If you hadn’t kept your cool and directed us, we never would’ve snagged this magestone. I can’t believe it—now I won’t get expelled! What a relief!” Deuce scratched the back of his neck, glancing down at his feet.

“I’m just glad nobody got hurt,” Yuuken shrugged, brushing it off.

“Yeah, yeah, lessons learned and all that. Can we just go home already? I’m wiped,” Ace said, clearly drained.

“Using all that magic made me hungry! Huh? What’s this?” Grim’s eyes widened as he spotted something.

“Is that... a part of the monster we just beat? It looks like... a magestone? But it’s as black as coal! I’ve never seen one like that before,” Deuce pointed out.

Grim sniffed at the black stone, “What IS this? It smells amazing!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Ace stared at the cat, utterly dumbfounded.

“It must be some kind of fancy monster candy that it was hiding from us!”

“Why don’t you just eat it then? I bet it tastes delicious.” The boys looked at [Name] as if she had just sprouted three heads. Did she really just suggest that? Before they knew it, Grim plopped the stone into his mouth and started munching on it.

“Wait!” A look of horror washed over [Name]. “I didn’t actually think you’d eat it?!”

“Did you seriously just eat that?!” Yuuken rushed over to Grim in disbelief.

“MYAAAH!”

“Are you okay?!” Deuce asked, panic creeping into his voice.

“That’s what you get for eating trash!” Ace laughed, unable to contain himself.

“Oooooogh... Urrrgggh... That... was AMAZING!”

“What?!” the group exclaimed in unison.

“Rich in flavor and full-bodied... It’s like sweet, fragrant flowers bursting into bloom on my tongue. A whole field of them! Right in my mouth!”

“What are you? Are you even real?” [Name] looked at the cat, a mix of confusion and disgust on her face.

“Gross. Monsters must have some seriously weird tastes,” Ace recoiled, grimacing.

“You might be onto something there... Most humans don’t just pick up random stuff off the ground and pop it into their mouths,” the dark blue-haired boy added.

“Monsters really will eat anything, I guess.”

They turned to [Name], waiting expectantly for her to explain. “Wha—oh, I dunno,” she shrugged, tapping her foot against the ground, clearly uninterested.

“Myah ha ha ha! Man, that was fantastic! Don’t worry about me. I don’t have a weak stomach like you humans do,” Grim boasted with pride.

“Hmph. We’ll see if you’re still so smug when you’re sick later tonight,” Ace retorted, ever the snark.

“Okay, let’s get it together. We need to deliver this magestone to the headmage!” 

[Name] dramatically fell to the ground. “Deuceeee,” she dragged out, “Carry me there, I’m exhausted,” she curled up into a small ball. Deuce blushed, flustered by the request from a pretty (albeit sassy) girl. Slowly, he picked her up and settled her on his shoulder. Ace scoffed at the boy’s red cheeks while Yuuken sweat-dropped at the girl’s antics.

“Come on!” Grim beckoned, and off they went.

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[Name] was peacefully snoozing away, her soft snoring confirming she was in dreamland. Meanwhile, Deuce was on edge, tensing up every time she shifted in her sleep. Suddenly, a wave of ugly sobs filled the air, pulling her from her slumber. She lifted her head, squinting through her blurry vision, and was stunned to see none other than Headmage Crowley in tears. Seriously? What’s up with him crying like a baby at his age?

“What’s this guy’s problem? Crying in public like that? At his age?!” Grim exclaimed, his jaw dropping in disbelief.

“In all my years at this school, today marks a monumental moment! The students of Night Raven College have finally united to confront a common enemy!” Crowley dabbed at his tears with a handkerchief, clearly overwhelmed.

“Whoa! No way am I joining hands with that guy!” Deuce protested.

“First off, there was no hand-holding involved. Gross. And second, just how old are you, Headmage?” Ace chimed in, echoing [Name]’s thoughts.

“Right now, I’m just too moved to express myself. This moment has validated my hopes. Yuuken, my doubts have vanished! You hold the talents of a beastmaster!” Crowley declared dramatically.

“What talents are those?” Yuuken asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“My students have been chosen by the Dark Mirror for their exceptional abilities. But with great talent comes great pride and huge egos. Most of them are so self-reliant, they wouldn’t even think of working with others,” Crowley admitted, looking down in shame.

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” Yuuken replied.

“But you, Yuuken, you have no magic. Yet, in spite of that—or maybe because of it—you managed to rally those who do have magic to work together for a shared goal. Your ordinary, everyday vibe might just be what Night Raven College needs!” Crowley continued passionately.

“But... none of that sounds good?” Ace responded, unimpressed.

“Yuuken, I genuinely believe that people like you are essential for the future of this school. My instincts as an educator tell me so. Trappola, Spade—I’m revoking your expulsions! And you, Yuuken, I’m granting you the qualifications you need to officially attend Night Raven College!”

[Name] shot upright, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“You remember I can’t use magic, right?” Yuuken said, confusion evident on his face.

“Of course, and this is incredibly generous of me. However, there’s one condition. Your lack of magic is unacceptable for a mage. You wouldn’t be able to keep up with the curriculum! And Grim... your actions today show you have enough talent to become a mage. Considering everything, you and Yuuken will share a single enrollment at Night Raven College.”

“Ughhh,” [Name] sunk deeper into Deuce’s shoulder, “Does Grim really have to go to school?”

“Silence, insect! I... I get to be a student? Not a janitor?!” Grim exclaimed, excitement bubbling over.

“Exactly. But! There can’t be any more incidents like today. Clear?” 

[Name] couldn’t help but chuckle; she knew Grim wouldn’t last a day without causing chaos.

“It’ll be a pleasure working with you,” Yuuken said, smiling down at the cat.

“Don’t lie,” Grim retorted.

“MYAAAAAH! I FINALLY DID IT!” he shouted, jumping in joy.

“Now, I’ll present Grim with the magestone issued to every student here,” Crowley announced.

“Heh! A magestone, huh?!” Grim said, eyes gleaming.

“Just don’t eat it…” [Name] cautioned, watching Grim slump at her words.

“It usually attaches to the ‘magic pen’ each student uses, but I doubt your paws can handle that. So, I’ve got a custom solution for you. Am I too kind or what?” 

“Ah, sweet! A magestone collar, fit only for the legendary archmage, Grim!” Grim beamed.

“Are you even listening? Yuuken. As you can see, Grim is completely clueless about human customs. You need to keep him in check and make sure there are no more incidents! And you, [Name], will be placed in the ramshackle dorm until a room in Diasomnia opens up. I’ve already put your uniform by the door,” Crowley explained.

“Wow, that’s quite the upgrade. From janitor to student to prefect—all in one day,” Ace said, clapping playfully.

“Oh, I see. So if your dorm is just you three, and the headmage himself is putting you, Yuuken, in charge of Grim, that makes you... Yuuken the dorm prefect and [Name] the vice-prefect.”

[Name]’s jaw dropped. She had magic, so why wasn’t she the Prefect? She shot an angry eyebrow at Crowley but eventually lowered it in defeat.

“Well, that’s gotta be a Night Raven first! A magic-less prefect and a girl in one dorm? Sure, why not? Whatever works!” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll do my best!” Yuuken declared, determination shining in his eyes.

“Heh heh heh. Good luck, Magic-less Prefect!” Ace chuckled.

“Ah, yes. I suppose that makes you a prefect. And I just so happen to have a job for you, which will make it much easier to... uh, I mean, congratulations! I have something for you. Behold, the ghost camera!” Crowley showcased the camera proudly.

“Camera?” [Name] and Yuuken echoed, intrigued.

“Ooh, my grandma mentioned those! They’re like, super old magic items, right?” Ace snapped his fingers in recognition.

“I wouldn’t say ‘super old’… ahem. But it might have been invented when your great or great-great-grandmother was a child. It’s a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic that allows the user to photograph not just the subject’s physical form but parts of their soul too,” Crowley explained.

“Wait, that sounds... sketchy,” Deuce said, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

“Right…” [Name] agreed.

“They’re called Memories. Here’s the catch: when the soul bond between the photographer and subject grows stronger, the Memories captured in the photos can come to life!” Crowley continued.

“Soul bond? Jumping out?” [Name] and Yuuken exclaimed in unison.

“When the photographer and subject get closer, their photos become animated like videos... and sometimes the photographs even take on a physical form and leap out. Isn’t that what you kids would call ‘wicked cool’?” 

“That sounds like ghost photography!” Deuce commented.

“Very observant. That’s why it’s called a ‘ghost camera’. It was created as a more vivid way to capture moments before video existed. As Spade noted, back in Back in the day, people would freak out when they saw their memories literally jumping out of photos, yelling things like, "Ghost!" I’ve heard so many stories about folks who were absolutely terrified of being snapped by those kinds of cameras.”

“Honestly, this whole tech situation seems like it could cause more headaches than it’s worth.” Ace stretched.

“Luckily,it’s not you handling the camera,”[Name] said as blunt as ever.

“Yuuken, I need you to grab this camera and take some pictures of Grim and the other students, documenting your campus life,”Crowley said.

Grim chuckled, puffing out his chest, “Myah ha haaa! That sounds like the perfect way to capture all my greatest moments!”

“Ahem... Just make sure to focus especially on the little antics of certain students who might have a hard time controlling their impulses. Trust me, keeping a photo journal is way less of a hassle than writing me those long reports, don’t you think? As a prefect, it’s your responsibility to keep an eye on things and document them. Plus, just look at how generous I’m being by letting you use this rare magical item that even someone like you can handle. Isn’t my kindness just off the charts?”

“I’ll give it my all,” Yuuken replied, determination shining in his eyes.

“Alright, it’s getting late, so we’ll have to dive into the details tomorrow. You’re all dismissed, so head back to your dorms!”

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“Wow, Yuuken,” [Name] wrinkled her nose as she looked around the inside of Ramshackle, “Let’s tackle this mess tomorrow. Oh, and remind me to grab a mop and duster too. Got it, Prefect?”

Yuuken and Grim exchanged shocked glances. Was she really going to lend them a hand?

“Thank y—” But before he could finish, a fairy wing swooped in and covered his mouth.

“Don’t thank me,” she said, lifting the wing away and watching as he coughed up a cloud of fairy dust. “I’m just doing this because I want a clean space.”

“At least we’re making some progress around here,” the black-haired boy chimed in, brushing off her comments.

“Yeah, yeah. And just so you know, I’m calling dibs on the bed!”

Taglist: @itwaszzmoon

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Ace - Justin Bieber parallels lol