Comfort Headcanons: Heartslabyul + Octavinelle

Summary: The second and third years are here for you, if you’d like the comfort I’ve only done two dorms for now, but might write the rest too if there’s interest!

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Azul, Jade, Floyd

CW:At the start of each section the reader’s worries/situation is described. If you’d rather not read contents related to said topics, feel free to scroll past!

Heartslabyul: feeling alone, like you don’t fit in

• Trey is aware their dorm can be a rowdy bunch, but please know that whenever you’re feeling down, they’re more than happy to be there for you to lean on.
• Riddle tells you about the history of the dorm, slowing down to appreciate the rose garden especially.
• When he’s not angered, Riddle’s voice is very pleasant to listen to. Besides that, there’s a sense of delicate nostalgia in the way he introduces you to how roses came to be symbolic to the Queen of Hearts.
• Riddle can be a little awkward about approaching emotions, but you realise he’s trying to keep you company in his own way. Perhaps listening to stories like these was how he passed the time when he was a child?
• You can imagine a young Riddle, curious and wide-eyed at the wondrous campus you get to live on. Besides that, you can see the way he seems to find comfort in nature and animals - perhaps as a result of the strict childhood you heard of from Trey…
• Riddle is a gentle person beneath his severity, and through today you feel a bit less intimidated by his perfection in academics. Trey places a plate of biscuits before you, telling you about the new blend he bought lately.
• Whether or not you’re the type to appreciate the aroma of tea, there’s no doubt that having a warm drink soothes the senses. Trey checks up on you, asking how things have been going lately - he’s attentive and makes you feel listened to without the pressure of divulging things you’d rather not, and shares random stories he can think of to pass the time as well.
• And of course, as a reliable third-year, Trey is happy to offer some advice if you have something on your mind. When you ask him if there was anything he wishes his past self knew, Trey was caught off-guard before settling into a thoughtful silence.
• Finally, you’re told that he wishes he was a bit braver. He says this quietly right as Cater enters the room, flashing a smile and wink at you as he announces that he’s here to help his cute underclassman through their rough path.
• You try to tell him that it’s not that serious, but Cater simply continues on and joins the conversation (something about how you shouldn’t take away his chance to support you).
• When you offhandedly summarize that you were just feeling a little alone and isolated, Cater frowns - but not particularly at you, rather…
• “Hey, we’re right here, aren’t we?” He tries to pout and lighten the mood, but it melts into a sadder, understanding smile. “So even if you feel like there’s nowhere to go, you can come to us.”
• Despite all its rules, Wonderland is a place that accommodates all sorts no matter what cards you’ve been dealt. So when the roses have been painted red, and the white rabbit wanders across the green… won’t you humor them for a tea party or two?

Octavinelle: too many things to do, burnout/overwhelmed

• Busy, busy, busy… That was your general impression of Octavinelle. Who could blame you when the lounge was always bustling with business and students, hurrying about for studies and clubs? 
• Azul sympathizes with your desire to handle things alone, but doesn’t agree with the way you’re stretching yourself thin. He reminds you that a sustainable lifestyle would always be better in the long run, and even offers his help.
• He knows how hard it can be to break out of a habit, so instead of simply convincing you to want to change, Azul gives you tips to cope with it for now. He respects your feelings to continue on, and tries to make it more forgiving on you with tips and knowledge.
• Payment? Oh, don’t worry about it - he’ll collect that when you’re not as overwhelmed with life. Very benevolent of him, no?
• Jade mentions that you seem frazzled these days, which surprises you since you didn’t realise he was paying attention. 
• He asks if you’d like a drink (on the house!) And who are you to reject the offer when he gives you a slight smile and starts to work?
• Little talks with Jade are nice, especially when there are no ulterior motives - and you find that he’s quite good at giving advice! Especially when what you needed was a strategic approach. His mind was as sharp as ever, always able to help you out of a conundrum - not without reasonable efforts on your part too, of course.
• Floyd simply takes a look at you and says that prolonging your burnout doesn’t seem to be worth it - because the look in your eyes? You don’t seem like you’re having fun, and that’s reason enough to stop.
• It’s touching enough that he doesn’t just leave you to suffer alone though. Floyd tags along with you on occasion (he does leave when he gets too bored, but it’s the thought that counts! And he does come back around later to check if you’re still slaving away.)
• In a sense, he likes to look after you! Much like Jade, you don’t really realise this until he asks if you’re done with that project for Professor Trein, and halfway through your answer you trail away in surprise. Floyd doesn’t pay it any mind though, prompting you to continue.
• Despite how ambitious your peers could be, you learn that when work hours dwindle to a stop, even the fishes go to rest. The sea and stars murmur, quiet as the moon watches over your tired forms.

Vampire!Ace Trappola

CW:Vampires, Ace drinks your blood, mentions of a wound from that.

Just a little bit yabai, please read at your own discretion!

“Are you dumb or something?” Ace mutters. His gaze is conflicted as it rests on you. “Why aren’t you running off?”

“You’re the dumb one here.” You scoff, crossing your arms. For someone volunteering to be a bloodbag, you didn’t seem very concerned at all. “Why would I run from you? It’s not like you’re going to kill me from just a meal.”

No - but Ace would’ve preferred if you were more worried for yourself. He sighs, staying in place. “I’m not drinking from you. You should take this more seriously, you know? I could take too much, and then-”

“-and if I pass out, you better nurse me back to health.” You say it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You place your hands on Ace’s shoulders, forcing him to look at you. “I know you’re worried about somehow messing this up, but I trust you. You need blood to live, right? And you haven’t fed in a while.”

Ah, this isn’t good - with you so close, the urge to bite grew stronger. You were dangling a dessert right before his face.

“…Just a little.” Ace bit his lip. “Don’t go complaining later on if it hurts more than you expected.”

He contemplated where to drink from, running his thumb over the side of your neck. You tensed. He could feel your pulse more clearly now - it skipped in anticipation, and…

Ace couldn’t help but smile to himself: you acted all high and mighty, but you’re kind of scared too, aren’t you?

He didn’t hate that. It was good that you still had some sense in front of a predator.

As he leaned closer to your neck, you held your breath - only to let out a noise of confusion as he took your wrist instead, drawing your palm to his lips, and bit.

It stung a little, but you were too distracted by the way it tickled afterwards, and how Ace’s eyes were still on you: half-lidded and not completely focused, glowing just slightly as he drank. Your body felt warm, as if he was drawing blood from all over.

Your mind grew a bit fuzzy - perhaps an ability of his to placate his victims - before the warmth of him drew away. Your palm was throbbing slightly where the skin was punctured, but not enough to really hurt. Ace placed a gentle kiss on the wound, and you watched in awe as he muttered in a language you didn’t understand, commanding the wound to heal before your very eyes.

“You feeling okay?” His words were tentative, as if he was still tasting the blood - your blood, on his tongue. Ace licked his lips absentmindedly as he examined your complexion, placing his hands on your face to get a read of your temperature.

“I… I’m fine,” you croaked.

Ace smiled despite himself, chuckling lightly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek - savoring you. “Yeah… You are. Just don’t go offering yourself to some other vampire, alright? Not all of them are as gentle as me.”