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Cater X reader who doesn't have social media?

Reader doesn't know anything about news or related to that, so he's like

"have you seen this about ___?" "Who?" "That famous guy" "am I supposed to know who he is?" JUST AN EXAMPLE LMAO

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 ── ᡣ𐭩

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↳ romantic . ݁₊ ⊹ .

↳ content | how cater interacts with an s/o who has no social media!

↳ HII STAR!! this is a perfect request for cater omg. anyways, enjoy!

♱ ˖° one of the very first questions that cater asked you upon your meeting was what your magicam handle was, you were already charming him so of course he had to get to know you. however, your only response was “what’s magicam?” the poor heartslabyul student nearly had whiplash from how fast he turned his head to look at you, his face was completely engulfed with shock. never in his life had he met someone with no social media, for him it was practically his life force, a way to express himself and show off all of his fun adventures at night raven. so just hearing that was an utter surprise, but he quickly bounced back and offered to exchange numbers instead. he wasn’t going to ditch his chance to get to know you, whether you had social media or not wasn’t going to be enough to drive cay cay away.

♱ ˖° and lucky for him, this lead to him forming a very loving relationship with you. your dynamic was odd to some others, considering how important social media was to your boyfriend and your lack of it made them very confused. but this worked out well for the both of you, now cater had the perfect person to gossip to and you had one of the sweetest guys in school as your boyfriend. his friendly attitude also translated well into your gossip sessions after school, but they were dates more than anything. specially for these dates, cater would convince trey to make a small plate of pastries because he knew you liked them and he himself would prepare a pot of tea to go along with. you need tea to spill it, right? either way, these gossiping dates become the highlights of your week as well as his own. he feel like he can be truly honest with his opinions as he recounts all these stories and news he reads, he can just be cater with you.

♱ ˖° he will always ask if you want to take selfies with him, and if you say no he completely respects it. but if you don’t mind your photo being taken, he is constantly snapping them throughout the day so he can post them on his magicam. you’re in potionology? you look so cute, let me snap a pic! you’re sitting at lunch together? honey, you’re adorable. let me take a photo of that pretty smile! he posts photos of you together or of just you all the time, his followers are never without an update about what the two of you are doing or where you’re going.

♱ ˖° cater is always keeping up with the trends, no matter what he is always aware of what’s popular at the time. which also leads to him catching up on the latest news, he is almost never in the unknown when it comes to celeb break ups, divorces, or affairs. at this point, cater is a walking news article when he comes to you with new information. he is very expressive about it too, he acts like it’s the end of of the world. but, you find it quite endearing that you’re the first one who gets to hear about whatever news he just found out about. he also isn’t afraid to back track a bit if you don’t understand or remember something he told you, he truly appreciates that you try to listen to every word he says. he knows he can talk a lot, and can be rather annoying at times, but he’s just happy you’re there.

“hon, have you heard the news about neige? it’s seriously so terrible…”

“who?”

“neige, neige leblanche. y’know, the celeb i raved to you about yesterday?”

“oh, that guy? i thought he just got broken up with?”

“no, cutie. you got your celebs mixed up, but it’s okay! cay cay can explain it again, if you’d like!”

“i’d be happy to listen, cater.”

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 ♱

MDNI‼️

the needy 3rd years need your help in bed...

cw: uuh sexy time, nothing too explicit 😁

IM NOT SOBBING

you ARE

UWUEUEUEUWUWUUU Cater MY BELOVED😭

˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "what are you willing to do? oh tell me what you're willing to do."

I would,

premise. in which it's the things he's willing to do.

parts. one , two

characters. rook, cater, ruggie, lilia, epel and kalim.

contents. scenario, fluff, crack, comfort, teaspoon of angst in lilia,

includes. gender neutral reader, sebek x gn!reader (platonic) in lilia's.

cw. mentions of nudity (not what you think it is I swear)

note. not proofread, but read clarifications please thank you!! it's to clear up general idea's of the scenarios

I know most of lilia's part is sebek but I hope you know the whole point of it

my unofficial 'I am back' post

rook hunt

I would be your number one fan.

who the hell thought it would be a good idea for you to be the main character in the play?

oh wait.

that's right it's freaking vil. the worst part? it's VIL and no matter how much you resent the idea, you can't exactly deny vil all in his glory when he asks you because either way he's gonna strike you down with one look alone.

well at the very least if vil insisted you be the main lead out of... over 300 students in the school he must really be striving for success. if he wasn't he wouldn't be so lenient.

now you get why epel is both terrified and irritated at vil.

you were getting starved! (which is in fact, not true but you swear your stomach is still empty and lonely after one meal full of vegetables) maybe you don't mind veggies, maybe you do. but heck.. you enjoy those delicious, savory food once in a while.

you huff, panting as you kneel over. this was absolute hell. if you knew your character liked to apparently 'test their speed with horses' literally everyday you wouldn't have taken the spot. really though who even enjoys that?!

the play took place in an older era, where high society and such was a thing. typical main lead is outcasted yadda yadda.

you wipe the sweat off your brow and sweatdrop. "bonjour! you look positively sparkling!" a bottle of water is promptly shoved in your face, but even with the sudden intrusion of space you pay it no heed. after all water had never looked so enticing before.

though sparkling? you'd rather use the word 'hot and sweaty'. if anyone was sparkling it'd be rook. "I'm more stinky than sparkling." you can't say you enjoy the feeling of sweat on your skin.

even at your little joke his smile doesn't falter, rather it widens through the crinkle of his eyes. "you are still beautiful in my eyes, trésor"

you raise a brow at his casual compliment.

"I don't see how you'd like me racing with horses." it is rather ungrateful, you'd expect a character like yours to be on the horse, not running alongside it! magically out of nowhere rook pulls out a handkerchief which you gratefully accept.

your nose catches a whiff of the scent. wow, it smells like rook. too bad it's getting sacrificed for the better good. you think, patting down your forehead in the way vil taught you.

cause apparently just dragging it across your skin wasn't as good as patting it. though you won't question the unusual languange.

rook seemed to find your comment humorous as he laughed. "whatever you'll do. I will always admire!" well gods. his smile was contagious cause you found yourself mirroring his look. rook looks pleased with the upturn of your lips.

he catches a hold on your shoulders. "perhaps this is merely stage fright. first time, no? do not fret! I will be cheering for you if it makes you feel better."

your face twists into that of doubt. "um.. rook I love you but that seems.." embarrassing? you'd got your own share of people yelling out your name in a cheer. especially your family at an event you were featured in.

the experience wasn't that nice. it's not that you hate it, but something about it is like a thorn in your mind.

rook tilts his head. "nonsense, trésor. I will show everyone how nice your performance is, they deserve to know!" he proclaims.

oh no no no—

you chant in your head, frantically running around rook and attempting to stop him from giving you an example. just the first shout attracted the attention of your other co-workers.. "ROOK—"

"let them hear the depths of my love!"

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cater diamond

I would be present.

cater is observant.

his ability to sway nearly every conversation to his favor is partially due to his ability to pick out the opposing person, be it a nervous twitch when the conversation tilts to a subject. or the gleeful shine in their eyes.

he can tell, especially you.

sure. he might've known you less compared to his friends but it feels like he can tell everything about you.

it does feel like a crush at first, he's questioning himself whether his feelings are actually romantic or not. borderline gaslighting himself that it's not even when he tries everything to impress you.

'you're just a friend' he tells himself but he's testing out the tricks social media told him to. holding eye contact when he can't even contain his heart.. amongst other things it's his favorite.

cause he can see your eyes, and at times you look away. clearly embarrassed by the contact.

"how's my favorite person doing?" cater slides in. seemingly out of nowhere, slinging a casual arm around your shoulder while keeping you close.

seriously. the occurrence had happened to often you had grown to find the little shoulder sling present in your everyday.

technically you are his favorite person but no matter how much he says so you just don't believe it.

you roll your eyes but can't keep the smile off your face, despite the clear look of exhaustion on your face. "just peachy. don't you have class right now?"

as far as you were aware. the time period between classes were alternating. it was the students that had to move between rooms to attend their class.

cater shrugs. "we were excused for club practice. it just ended, so I thought; why not see how you're doing?" he explains. pinching your cheek out of the simple urge and grinning when you grunt and slap his hand away.

as far as he can tell. you are definitely not feeling peachy, the bags under your eyes. more prominent than ever, or the unkempt appearance that both vil and riddle would practically strangle you for speaks volume.

"I'm fine."

cater knows that look all too well.

he tightens his grip on your shoulder and practically pushes you to his side, not really forceful. his eyes soften the littlest bit.

whatever vulnerability cater had shown for a little quickly disappeared as he simply smiles, perhaps less bright than his usual but it was.. something.

closer than you've ever been cater leans in, in a voice you've never heard. it's quiet, and gentle. "well. if you ever aren't come talk to me, okay?"

you still at the sudden warmth that jolts in your heart. "okay.."

ruggie bucchi

I would give you the tastiest piece

"—can you believe it?" ruggie huffs. words coming out in mumbles due to the amount of donuts he'd eaten in a single minute. it seemed that a mouth full of his favorite treats isn't gonna stop him from telling you all about leona's recent orders for him.

you absent-mindedly swirl your drink with a straw. "totally."

it was like, it goes in one ear and out to another. it does feel a little horrible to ignore something someone's talking about, especially if that person is someone you like! the only reason you were listening is cause you liked his voice.

you did get the gist of it though. it seemed like leona was in a bad mood nowadays, which meant ruggie had to take most of it by the increasing amount of errands leona had him run.

leona in a bad mood = ruggie's now more broken sleep.

as the resident ruggie stan you didn’t really mind him leeching off the salary you'd gotten for crowley. a few madol isn't gonna hurt your savings, plus. it's not like you haven't bought a few treats for yourself previously in the past.

you leave out the part that you like seeing his delighted face.

you did sneak a few glances by the plate almost finished by ruggie in a mere few minutes. you, by no means spent cheap money on it. for the guy you liked you'd probably buy anything he'd like (within reason) and then 'fall short' if ace asks you to buy him food.

it looked scrumptious in all honesty but from the look of ruggie's face and the assumption that he won't stop any time soon prompted you to shut your mouth and just enjoy him enjoying the donuts.

"thanks a lot for this. you know just how to cheer up an exhausted hyena up." ruggie laughs under his breath. sending you a rare look of appreciation that has you cracking a smile.

proudly, you nod. "of course. anything for you."

you wince. maybe that was too bold, but then again. it didn't seem to faze ruggie in the slightest.

after a period of silence, not exactly awkward in the slightest but rather comforting. no words needed to be said, you liked that, ruggie liked it as well. he casts you a peek.

"I can see you ogling at it. you look like me when I look at the donuts."

you frown. "no I don't.. I am not, ogling at your food."

ruggie shakes his head but there is a trace of a smile in his face. "I might be eating a lot right now but I can't leave you out of it can I? you gave it to me." ruggie says, pausing to look at you before continuing, "it's our food,"

to seemingly show you that it's 'ours' ruggie takes out the final donut in the plate and hands it to you with a grin. "I saved the best for last, here. open your mouth." he urges, threatening to squash it right in your face if you didn't with fast motions.

you sigh. he's just taunting you at this point. and, as far as you can tell that's his favorite flavor.

"but that's your favorite." you point out but ruggie's grin only seemed to spread across his face wider.

he shakes a finger in your face. "nope. correction, you're my favorite now eat up!"

you were too flustered to rebel against it.

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lilia vanrouge

I would love with you

"aren't they simply adorable?" lilia raises one finger to point at the duo that.. didn't really seem all to adorable to you.

you sweatdrop. "uh.. yeah.. totally cute." it's not like you were gonna say outright: those are two men who are battling each other, definitely doesn't look cute to me. more like horrifying. to lilia out of all people! if silver and sebek are anything to him it'd be babies.

he beams.

it's safe to say it positively breaks down your entire body to skip a beat of your heart.

earlier the afternoon lilia had graciously extended an invitation to his dorm. something about bonding and since you're incredibly down bad, of course you wasted no time fretting over yourself as you trudged towards the mirror with barely contained excitement.

while sebek did pick you up (courtesy of lilia) you're sure he knew why you were barely able to keep yourself on your toes, hence surprising why he didn't bother to comment in it.

most probably something about the audacity of humans and defending himself if you pointed it out.

you aren't sure of the details which is admittedly kind of idiotic but did you really care? no.

but did you expect to spend your afternoon quite literally babysitting two grown men with the man you can call your yearning? quite a suprise and one you can't say you welcome.

when you accepted the invitation you didn't spend hours picking out articles of clothing and practically thrashing your wardrobe trying to make a 'casual' outfit that would appease to his eyes just to waste it on.. watching two grown men live their own lives!

frankly it's frustrating. it's endearing that lilia had his family in mind every step of the way but all the more irritating. and you don't even mean the part where he had his family in mind.

you just wish he'd realize they aren't the boys he used to baby before.

after god knows when, you watch lilia enter mother hen mode when silver fell down from his sitting-sleeping position. lilia gently lowering himself to adjust silver's position.

you look down.

and god did you feel awful for invalidating his love for family (kind of) it was too presumptuous of you to assume that you'd ever fit in it anyways.

oh well. you shrug. at the very least you were able to bear witness to it.

call it a sixth sense but you can tell sebek is right beside you. he huffs. "you, are a pitiful human." he says casually. the words are awfully mean, but you sense no particular ill intent from the boy.

instead you find it quite amusing. so you laugh quietly under your breath. "so I've been told." you can't use your fingers to count the amount of times sebek had called you that.

you both just stay like that. in silence, surprisingly no quips from sebek's mouth.

till he turns to you.

"the way you look at fathe—master lilia. you are being a coward by not telling him."

"I'm fine with that, there are things better left unsaid."

sebek stares at you. as in, stares real hard. the kind of look you'd see with someone who was feeling a mixture of confusion and frustration.

he opens his mouth as if to say something.

your own gaze lands on a poorly wrapped bandage around his arm. you raise your brows and gesture, "enough talk about me. what is that?"

great seven.. sebek had hoped you wouldn't see that, even so. he didn't pick you out as someone to care anyways (not that he wanted you to) it's just bizarre in itself.

at the mentioned he grunts and looks away. "it is merely a scratch!" he huffs. looking forward aggressively as if to try and hide away the sweat in his forehead. you roll your eyes.

it is a scratch but also not one? sebek and only noticed the blood down his arm when he was in the restroom. it seemed like silver had managed to nick him.

"sit."

"human! you are not—"

"sit."

sebek grumbles but sits down anyways. once again surprising you with his obliged silence as he waits for you to return with a new roll of bandages. the boy can feel the searing embarassment of getting treated by a human by all things!

"my my, seems like silver did a number on you did he?"

lilia chuckles deeply. sending the boy a look which sets off a fire within. sebek immediately opens his mouth to defend himself, while you. busy yourself with wrapping it around tight, but loose enough not hurt.

"silver is lucky to have done it that's all!"

you laugh.

sebek snaps his gaze to you. "what are you laughing about, human?! your way is that of a parent and I don't appreciated you flocking me." he grits out. possibly not realizing the extent of his words till he spots the look of rare suprise in lilia's face.

his face mirrors yours, but yours is definitely coated with embarrassment.

lilia giggles, a fond glance he gives you sends thousand butterflies in your stomach. "parent eh? I didn't know you yearned for another parent my dear sebek. if you wanted two that can be arranged fufufu.."

arranged?!

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epel felmier

I would do the craziest thing with you

while you did have your own fair share of being in trouble plenty of times (a good amount stems from being with ace and deuce) you aren't sure if the potential consequences of this one can top any of them.

you squat outside the window of vil's room, which could be considered a violation of privacy if your intention was to break in this room.

right. your eyes slide to your left. in a similar position, epel sits beside you. hugging his legs to his chest looking oddly innocent for someone whose idea was to do this in the first place.

in hindsight you can call it epel's master plan to get a week with vil off his back.

apparently his master plan included adding paint to vil's shampoo, an atrocious color of bright violet. and yes, you were both on the roof. probably looking creepy as fuck to anyone else but you merely prayed that no one would look up.

"are you sure this is safe?"

"it is."

one peek down there made you question his sincerity, either he wasn't worried about falling off or was just too into waiting for vil to get out the shower.

speaking of, "what if he comes out naked?! I don't wanna see that.." you groan. shivering by the mere thought and even epel grimaced when you mentioned it.

"uh.. I hope he won't..?" so we're basing the possibilities out of your hope? great. you think grimly. you really think this is a bad idea, horrible really. but if it's epel you'll do it.

now I know what the 'in the name of love' shit they were talking about. you deadpan.

the more you stare down the more it seems horrifying to just drop down. epel huffs at you, clearly noticing your frantic eyes. "don't look down." he says, and you do just that. the problem is now you can't stop thinking about it. there isn't even a railing to stop you if you slip.

"what if I fall?"

"I'll catch you."

oh shit.

your heart rate speeds up immediately as you lower your eyes, trying your hardest to act casual.

"... with what your tiny, noodle arms?"

epel's face scrunched up at that. he casts you a glare but you know there's no malice in it whatsoever. it's become normal at this point, picking at each other. (of which you thoroughly enjoy)

he crossed his arms. "it's not—! agh whatever!" epel fumes. smacking your arm playfully as you feign a groan of pain. "my arms are manly and strong!"

you looked at him then at his arm before grinning. epel makes a look of offense.

both of you burst into a fit of giggles right after and you never thought he could look any more beautiful with crinkled eyes and a wide smile on his face.

though the moment of felt joy was hushed upon the shrill scream that definitely belonged to vil. of course, it was manly but nevertheless unable to mask the terror in it.

that was like an omen for punishment and revenge. you cover your mouth and look at epel with wide eyes.

he looks at you as well but you can tell he's holding in the cackles.

in all fairness it wouldn't have been too bad if epel used the shade of purple vil had on the tips of his hair. but this one? it's literally a bright neon that will burn your eyes for life.

you can't give yourself the moment to feel warm at your shoulders bumping, too wrapped into muffling the giggles that would definitely wake up the entirety of pomefiore from their beauty sleep.

you and epel are practically gripping each other for life, shoulders shaking in wheezes. midst that, you both failed to hear the rustle over your heads.

"my my, my ears have not decieved me! I know two love birds singing when I hear it."

"OH MY F—"

the laughing immediately seizes as you both look up at rook hovering over the two of you, donning an amused smile.

you sigh. "oh shit."

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kalim al asim

I would give it to you

kalim is by no means rich.

he's loaded.

since the day he was born even his room as a child cost more than the monthly expense of a citizen, toys handcrafted by the most talented, a blanket soft and crocheted with the most expensive of silk.

an entire vault filled with treasures, gems, things made entirely out of gold. at some point he leaves them untouched, swimming in it out of boredom.

even scarabia wasn't exempted from his touch of gold.

you could say he doesn't know how to live other than luxuriously.

it sounds bad. he knows, but for the entirety of his life it's all he's ever known. and kalim isn't really one to break out of a habit that's been going on for so long.

nor does he see any bad in it. out of the goodness of his heart he merely thinks he's rewarding you with the things you deserve.

last week a whole lot of tuna was sent to your dorm. it was definitely the work of grim, and you imagine the little feline brought up your name in a conversation with kalim. the boy didn't have a second thought before he took out the money that didn't make a scratch in his account.

while you would have wondered who sent the shit ton that would last grim a good year it was prominent that it was kalim from the exaggerated words of happiness in the gift card, filled with little doodles. (you assume he couldn't help himself)

you make a mental note to limit the interactions between kalim and grim.

the second time it was purely out of coincidence. a mistake on your part, if you'd like to say.

off handedly you'd mentioned to kalim that if someone were to ever give you something on valentines, you'd rather it be one that's beneficial to you. a practical gift. but since it was the day of expressing love you settled for the classic choice of flowers.

everyone loves flowers!

but you didn't expect to step into the cafeteria with your friends and immediately get slapped by a straw flower that apparently sprouted wings and flew (a joke of course) but you like to think that it had something out for you.

deuce's jaw drops at the amount of wildlife around the wide room. there's flowers everywhere and in the sole center was kalim sheepishly scratching his cheek.

"oops."

you just stared around, gobsmacked and flabbergasted. "what.. in the holy name of—" you trail off.

beside you. ace grimaces, slapping away a flower that fell in slow motion beside his face. then dragging a palm across his face. "all of this and he says.. oops?" he groans.

after picking up his jaw from the floor deuce nods hesitantly. "yeah, isn't this a bit much?"

as flattered you were. it really was.

on one, sunny, hot day you invited kalim for a walk around scarabia. beyond the dorm, away from all the glamorous things.

kalim didn't complain one bit and went along without much fuss, happily even if you might add.

the sun shines down at you harshly. the weather in the desert here sure is unrelenting. you wipe the sweat off your forehead. feeling the crunch of the sand beneath your feet.

the boy isn't too far behind you, taking animatedly as you nod along.

"that reminds me! your birthday is coming up." at that, your eyebrows raise. you still can't keep the heartwarming smile off your face at the mere fact that he knows, and remembers.

you smile at him kindly. kalim flushes at the beam. "where did you hear that from?" you question absent-mindedly enjoying the walk despite the great struggle the heat brought you.

because goddamn was it hot in here!

kalim falls into step beside you. "I asked the grandmaster for it."

more like basically forced. but he doesn't know that.

he continues, "what would you like? anything you want! I'll give it to you." kalim grins. there's no doubt whatever he's saying is nothing but the truth, he has the power to get anything you ask.

you feel embarrassed at the thought that clouds your mind. one word.

you.

at your silence kalim tilts his head. "what's the matter? if you need more time to think it's alright!" he reaches out and clasps your hands together, further flustering you.

you gulp. "I just... I really want you, you and your heart." you slap yourself on the head in your mind cause god did that sound cliche.

you tense at the frozen kalim. only staying still when he breaks into this, love struck, goofy grin and giggles. he all but practically throws himself onto you in a tight embrace.

"you already do!"

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clarifications

I've been practically dead but don't blame me I've been stressed & sick fr

after this I'm probably gonna be dead again BYE HOMIES

anyways for cater's part it's him basically being there for mc, like not just present but there.. yknow... idk if you get what I'm saying LOL

so like picture this, you're going thru a hard time and there's a shoulder to lean on which is cater. WHICH I ALSO REALIZED OMG HE DID GAVE US A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON LITERALLY WKAJSKJA

B4 you say lilia's part didn't even include the whole romance thing I just thought it'd be sweet if I incorporated his lil' family in it

so while you might not think it's a lilia x reader it really is, I'm just showing the parts that'll get lilia to love you. especially if you're doting on his babies!!

ngl reader in lilia's... I lowkey thought they were a grandma when I was building their character

'I would love with you' is loosely based off two parents loving their children lmao idk what I'm saying. anyways j hope you spotted it, lilia taking care of silver + you taking care of sebek = loving them (platonically)

draft for epel's was actually like. since rook appeared out of nowhere I wanted reader to be startled and slip off, epel actually saving them just like he said. (with his noodle arms.) you're free to imagine it! but if you do wanna see me write that just hit me up in my inbox and I'll write an alternative scenario 🤫

category : ツイステッドワンダーランド work title : his friends believe you’re out of his league

it wasn’t mean to offend him, but it did nonetheless. no one could blame jade and floyd for their reluctance, azul spent a majority of his time managing the monstro lounge and dipping his hands in a few meticulously calculated business ventures that it arrived as a surprise to see he had a window in his schedule to find love.

perhaps another reason to their doubt could be the fact you are what they call a “total package.” you had the beauty, the brains, and the personality; in the their eyes, you were way out of the dorm leader’s league. taking all of it into account, it made it harrowing to believe him when he announced you were his girlfriend.

the leech twins didn’t need to utter a word, their expression alone voiced their thoughts for them. the top question running through their minds went along the lines of what in the world was he inhaling for him to say something so… so delusional?!

“he didn’t bind you to a contract, right!?” floyd looked down at you. you wouldn’t admit it for the sake of your boyfriend’s blood pressure, however, his friends’ clear skepticism about your relationship greatly entertained you.

“oi!” azul hissed, giving him a silent scolding via a scowl for his uncouth behavior in front of you. was it too much to ask for him to act proper around you? he grumbled to himself, as he reached for your hand and gently squeezed it to calm his nerves.

“what,” floyd shrugged. “i’m only making sure!” forcing azul to pinch the bridge of his nose and groan out loud. in the meantime, jade leans down to your eye level and instructed, “blink two times if he’s holding you captive and i’ll go check your contract for any loopholes.”

your boyfriend complained, “not you too…”

late afternoon rolled around and soon did his friends decide it was time for them to leave. the tension in azul’s neck and shoulders disappeared after the main door finally shut close. he spoke a tad too soon though since you didn’t wait a second later to say, “your friends are really funny, ‘zul. we should invite them to hangout with us sometime again.”

trey was the first person to break the lingering silence in the room. he raised a dubious brow. surely cater can’t be serious. he, and their friends, wasn’t the least bit convinced with his announcement. it had to be fake, it was outlandish! “and you aren’t pulling my leg here?” he asked.

“nope!” cater replied, popping the ‘p.’ he was bewildered by their reaction. he didn’t understand what he did to elicit such a distrustful response. was the thought of him finding love that unconvincing of an affair that it forced all of them to doubt his word?

no, it wasn’t.

trey, ace, and deuce knew he could find love — just not with you, though… it sounded strange to hear that he was dating you of all people. it wasn’t to say that he couldn’t but he was a far cry from your ideal type. you were the resident homebody of the batch, and it was confounding to imagine you, a wall flower, would date a person like him.

tapping his chin, ace stalled, “how do i say this to you? um.” while he had no trouble in speaking his mind, he decided to choose his next words rather carefully since he was speaking to his senior.

“you’re tiresome to be around,” deuce interrupted, growing impatient with ace, “compared to her laidback attitude and easy-going life, you look like a pesky fly that won’t leave her alone.”

“what he said!” ace snapped his fingers in agreement to his friend’s explanation.

great… cater grimaces, a frown makes its way onto his face. and as if that wasn’t enough, trey added, “she’s an introvert and extremely private about her life too — sorry to say it but you’re the exact opposite of who she would date.”

if it were any other individual, they would’ve stormed out of the room. but he was cater diamond and he wasn’t easily wounded. there was a part of him that understands their side because he too was floored when you said yes to go on a couple dates with him and much more after you agreed to be his girlfriend.

needless to say, cater invited you to the dorms the next day just to tell his friends yourself that you were dating him.

Headcanons of them walking in on you (for a friend)

Summary: You are about to get ready for bed time when suddenly, somebody walks in on you while you are changing!

Pairing: GN! Reader x Trey Clover x Cater Diamond x Malleus Draconia x Ace Ace Trappola x Vil Schoenheit x Rook Hunt (seperately)

A/N: hey, hey, hey! Ur (un)fav author is here with another masterpiece and bought to you by the request of a friend! Also, English isn’t my first language, so there will be some mistakes in spelling and word meaning.

Trey Clover:

-Just cooked for fun with Trey (because why not?).

-When getting ready for bed and changing into your PJ’s, Trey walked in, unannounced.

-You just covered yourself with your hands.

-”Oh, sorry. Should’ve knocked in!” Trey said in embarassment.

-A few moments later, you let him in.

-Turns out, he wanted to give you a delicious tart just for you.

Cater Diamond:

-Had a loooooong day today.

-You rewarded yourself with a nice warm bath.

-After that, you changed into your PJ’s when Cater suddenly walks in.

-You covered yourself with your bare hands.

-He took a pic of you and then left.

-”CATER!” You shouted, but you can’t really do anything since your naked. So you let him go.

Malleus Draconia:

-You were just hanging out with him.

-He wanted to spend a lil’ more time with you, so he asked if he could stay at your dorm tonight and you agreed.

-He was talking with Grim and the ghosts downstairs, and you were taking a bath.

-You forgot to lock the door to your room.

-Malleus walked in. And walked away when he saw you about to uncover yourself.

Ace Trappola:

-You both were having a sleepover (with Deuce and Grim ofc).

-He got here first, but you wanted to smell more pleasent, so you took a bath.

-When you were about to uncover yourself after getting a bath, Ace walked in.

-He just said “ew” and gagged.

Vil Schoenheit:

-You had just gotten back from some new year party.

-You decided to spend the night at your boyfriend’s.

-As you were stripping yourself, Vil opened the bathroom door and saw you naked.

-”Well, i thought i could have a relaxing bath alone, but i guess a couple in a bathtub isn’t a burden to you, hm?”

Rook Hunt:

-Basically the same as Vil except he fucks you more sooner.

Ghost Hunting | Heartslabyul x G/n Reader

Characters: Riddle, Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover

Summary: You go ghost hunting with Heartslabyul!

Warnings: Demons

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle is not for it at all, only because of the dangers you told him about. He refuses you every time you ask until you say you're going to leave whether he'll go or not.

"Y/n, no you're not going!"

"I am, and you can stay or come with me"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle only goes with you to make sure you're safe and that no one fucks with you and if they do then he can protect you. He, of course asked for Crowley's permission and waited for the go ahead, which Riddle thought wouldn't happen but imagine the shocked face when Crowley said it was fine.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So you took Riddle's hand as he begrudgingly followed you to the location you had set out to find.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Even though he mainly went to protect you, part of him was intrigued to see what human ghosting hunting was truly like.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle doesn't let go of your hand the entire time while you set up either which is sort of new to you.

"Ridde, love, I need my other hand to set this up. Can you let go please?"

"I'm not letting go, you can set up with one hand."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You managed to get him to let go, but once you finished his hand was connected with yours again, gripping a bit tighter after each evidence provided.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He did find it cute how excited you got with each event going on and all the responses happening.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He didn't show he was cared of the responses, and really he wasn't. He was only scared about your well being.

"Y/n, What's going on?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle noticed you staring off into space down the corridor of the building you both were in. It took a bit for you to respond.

"Just saw a figure down the corridor. No big deal."

Riddle looked at you dumbfounded.

"NO BIG DEAL? YOU SAW SOMEONE DOWN THE CORRIDOR!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You looked at him calmly with glazed eyes of tiredness.

"Riddle it's okay. It's the whole point. Also might want to calm down, you'll scare the ghosts."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's when he was so over the whole thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He laid you down somewhere and gathered all of the things you two brought and put them away. While he did this you said the goodbye message and the mantra of not to attach to either of you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle picked you up and carried you out of there.

"Come on, we're leaving."

You gave him a pout as you gripped him closer causing the boy to blush a bit.

"Do we have to? Me and the ghosty boy was having fun."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle shakes his head as he rants about how dangerous it was and how lucky you were that he was there to help you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He immediately puts you in to bed and cuddles next to you feeling so glad that he was there with you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Sure he thought it was a bad idea but Riddle had to admit that it was fun to be with you and indulge you and your interests.

ACE TRAPPOLA

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He asks you want ghost hunting is since it's not something in Twisted Wonderland that is explored. It also doesn't help that the ghosts show themselves pretty easily

"Huh? Whaddya wanna go ghost huntin for? Ramshackles gotta tun!"

"It's not the same Ace! Or are you to scared?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's how he ended up at an abandoned location, that you of course didn't ask Crowley to go to, in the dark clinging to you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You tease him about clinging to you but he retorts with "Noo" and "You're the one who's scared".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The fear dies down a bit after seeing all the equipment you brought with you and saying how much of a dork you are for bringing so many things for something that's obviously faked.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You don't listen to those comments but you explain to Ace what each thing is and what it does.

"This is an EMF meter. It tracks energy currents. And this- ACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Nothing, just seeing how this works."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace was messing with the motion sensor device with an antenna with three lights. He turned it on and was using it to make a lot of noise.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ It annoyed you to no end and it took you 5 minutes to get it back and to calibrate it properly. But you were glad he was having fun.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As things start to intensify evidence wise, he grabs your hand and it's not because he's scared, well that's part of it, but its because he wants to make sure you're safe

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're talking to the spirit through the spirit talker app you got on your phone and it seemed pretty tame. Ace was just watching you do your thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once things start to turn dark, Ace is full on hugging you and making sure you're not to far from him.

"What are you?"

"DEMON"

"Y/N YOU BETTER START RUNNING!"

"Ace where are you going?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once Ace heard demon from the app he booked it thinking you were holding his hand.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He stopped about halfway outside realizing you weren't with him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace tries to walk in but you come out seemingly okay and unscathed.

"What the hell? Why'd you ditch me?"

"Because it said demon Y/n!"

You giggle at him

"Just because it says demon doesn't mean it's dangerous. It's okay though, everything is packed we can go home now."

"Nah. Come with me."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace grabs your hand dragging you somewhere.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ To recover from the fear he takes you to a decent 24/7 restaurant to chill and relax.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both talk about the experience and what you both liked about it the most. But for Ace just being with you was his favorite part.

DEUCE SPADE

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Poor Deuce is so confused, like he understood ghosts but like the phrase 'Ghost Hunting' he thinks its something entirely different than what you mean.

"You want to hunt ghosts? Like when you hunt deer?"

"No pft, you're so silly Deuce. We're gonna go look for a location and talk to them."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After you explained what it was to him, he was hyped because it was something new and from your world.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce went to ask Crowley if it was okay for you guys to leave the campus that and the two of you were shocked he said yes, or did he?

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both may have ignored him or convinced him to let you two go so now you're in an abandoned dark building setting everything up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Honestly Deuce is the most trustworthy with the set up since he seems to be taking it pretty seriously.

"So when you move it slightly it'll light up, its really sensitive to touch. Understand?"

"Mhm! Mhm! What about this one? Oh and this? Where should I put the cameras?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ His excitement was kind of stressful but he just wanted you to have a good time and everything to work well since ghost hunting is sort of a skeptical thing, or so you told him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce loved to see how passionate you were about this and how serious you were, he made sure not to get spooked when a spirit answered the questions.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Though he was most spooked when the motion things were being triggered. And we would cling to you to no end.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You found it cute, but were mainly focused on the responses of the spirits or whatever was around you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once the REM pod went off he jumped onto your back making you fall.

"Ah! Y/n! I'm sorry!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle a bit as you hold your head making sure you didn't hurt your head to much.

"It's okay Deuce! We can leave if its to much to be here."

"I want to stay because you look so happy doing this!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit. He was really so considerate of the things you wanted to do with you.

"But forcing yourself in this type of thing isn't good, just tell me when it's to much then we can leave."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce nodded and you two ended up staying for another hour.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two only left though when you began to feel drained and you had no clue why.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce made sure to put away all the equipment and everything you brought while you said the goodbyes and the affirmations of not giving permission to attach to you two.

"Gosh I'm so tired.."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You then felt yourself being picked up and you looked to who it was.

"Here. Let me carry you, its not good to walk if you're wobbling."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit and nuzzled Deuces neck as he carried you out of the building.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The two of you had went to Ramshackle dorm first since you were practically sleeping in Deuce's hold. He didn't want to leave you still on account of being sort of paranoid after the events.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he'd rather take the hit from his house warden and use the excuse of saying Crowel said it was fine. So the two of you had a sleep over.

CATER DIAMOND

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is all for it. With his camera out and knowing what he wants to do, in fact you'd think he was the one who asked to go and do this.

"Of course cutie! We can go ghost huntin, as long as I can post it and your cute face to Magicam!"

"Okay! Lets go then!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both might as well ask Crowley if its going to be publicly posted where he could see it but you both don't wait for an answer.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is the one with the perfect location since it seems to be popular for the idea of ghost hunting, but you show him how humans do it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As you're setting up, Cater is putting the camera's in many different places as well as taking cute pictures of you're focused face. And he posted each one to Magicam saying "Ghost Hunting with my love" and "Cute focus face! <3".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He shows you each picture and you're slightly annoyed because you want him to help set up, but he swayed you with his charm.

"Cater, if you're just going to take pictures, then can you help set up atleast?"

"But I am helping, I'm seeing if I can get any pictures of the ghosts!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You just shake your head at him as he keeps taking pictures of you and only you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ However seeing you more focused after each object being set up put him in the mood to be productive and help set up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater wasn't scared, actually he was holding you when you jumped back a bit feeling spooked

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He'd giggle at your reaction to any form of evidence you two got and would film it. Often teasing about how cute you were when you were freaked out.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Then he started to become anxious when he caught a shadow figure on the camera and pointed it out to you explaining it to you.

"Rah! This is so scary!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You look at your dramatic boyfriend giggling a bit.

"Says the one who was teasing me. And its just a figure, you can't be scared of that"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He acts as if you wounded him, but it was all in good fun. He then pat your head as a way to calm himself down.

"Do I have to be the one to protect you know~?"

Cater blushed a bit about how smug you looked and slowly backed up a bit trying to make space between the two of you.

"N-no, I'm gonna protect you!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle at this and carry on with the reason why you were at this abandoned place.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater often held your hand as the investigation went on sensing you were becoming tired a drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He decided to end his video there and wait to edit it later, if he was ever going to and just post the raw footage. And he started to pack up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were confused as to what was going on, and went to ask Cater but you started to fall. Luckily the boy was able to catch you.

"Gotcha! Be careful Y/n! Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You blushed a bit as you rubbed your eyes. Cater chuckled thinking you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

"Are we going home?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He nodded at you and picked up the bag of things and you carrying you out of the building and back to school.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater holds you close and realizes you are sleeping in his arms. He chuckles and takes you to your dorm.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater cuddles you ignoring the fact that Riddle might have his head for it, but anything for you.

~♣️~TREY~♣️~

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey was curious to say the least about ghost hunting, but when you proposed it you didn't expect him to go with you.

"Hey do you wanna go ghost hunting with me?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ In all honesty you thought he would be to busy with school work and vice house warden duties to do anything, but you were over the moon about it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two decided to leave Crowley a note since it was late and the man wasn't in his office, and on you two went.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey set up most of the things, which you were grateful for, but overall you were shocked he knew what some of the things were even if it was pretty self explanatory once the things were on.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were stuck in the middle of the room just watching your boyfriend doing most of the work which made you feel a bit guilty.

"Hey Trey, I can help set up too."

"I know, but I don't want you to worry about it."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're heart warmed at the thought, but you pulled out your phone to bring up the spirit talker app. Trey walked next to you after he was done with everything.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey wasn't scared at all, like he held your hand sure but it was to reassure you whenever you got excited from a response.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He smiled whenever you were asking the entity questions and got an answer back, even if there was negative energy there.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He was there to make sure you were safe and that nothing intended to hurt you, ghost or human or anything in between.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he got concerned when you mentioned you heard a voice tell you something and he didn't hear it.

"Trey did you hear that?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey looked at you with a curious look in his eyes, trying to listen for anything other than you two.

"I didn't hear anything love. Did you?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You nodded vigorously as you slowly felt dizzy. Trey had a look as if pleading for you to tell him what you heard.

"It said that it wanted me to stay."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shuddered a bit feeling the negative tone from the disembodied voice. Trey noticed your discomfort.

"Do you want to leave?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to continue and you went off on your own a bit.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After that he was concerned. He didn't want you to feel like you were losing your mind and it seemed like you were mentally drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey picked you up and took you out of the building so you could recover as he went back in by himself to pack everything up while you waited for him outside.

"Trey what you doing?"

You looked up to him with drowsy eyes.

"Taking you back to the dorm rooms."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to stay but Trey convinced you to let him carry you outside as you waited for him to pack everything up. Once that was done, he picked you back up and carried you back the NCR.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey took you to his dorm and had you sleep on his bed while he took the couch, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your low state. Even though you two cuddle a lot before this.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey did have fun though and learned a lot about some things from your world.

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Ghost Hunting | Heartslabyul x G/n Reader

Characters: Riddle, Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover

Summary: You go ghost hunting with Heartslabyul!

Warnings: Demons

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle is not for it at all, only because of the dangers you told him about. He refuses you every time you ask until you say you're going to leave whether he'll go or not.

"Y/n, no you're not going!"

"I am, and you can stay or come with me"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle only goes with you to make sure you're safe and that no one fucks with you and if they do then he can protect you. He, of course asked for Crowley's permission and waited for the go ahead, which Riddle thought wouldn't happen but imagine the shocked face when Crowley said it was fine.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So you took Riddle's hand as he begrudgingly followed you to the location you had set out to find.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Even though he mainly went to protect you, part of him was intrigued to see what human ghosting hunting was truly like.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle doesn't let go of your hand the entire time while you set up either which is sort of new to you.

"Ridde, love, I need my other hand to set this up. Can you let go please?"

"I'm not letting go, you can set up with one hand."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You managed to get him to let go, but once you finished his hand was connected with yours again, gripping a bit tighter after each evidence provided.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He did find it cute how excited you got with each event going on and all the responses happening.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He didn't show he was cared of the responses, and really he wasn't. He was only scared about your well being.

"Y/n, What's going on?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle noticed you staring off into space down the corridor of the building you both were in. It took a bit for you to respond.

"Just saw a figure down the corridor. No big deal."

Riddle looked at you dumbfounded.

"NO BIG DEAL? YOU SAW SOMEONE DOWN THE CORRIDOR!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You looked at him calmly with glazed eyes of tiredness.

"Riddle it's okay. It's the whole point. Also might want to calm down, you'll scare the ghosts."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's when he was so over the whole thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He laid you down somewhere and gathered all of the things you two brought and put them away. While he did this you said the goodbye message and the mantra of not to attach to either of you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle picked you up and carried you out of there.

"Come on, we're leaving."

You gave him a pout as you gripped him closer causing the boy to blush a bit.

"Do we have to? Me and the ghosty boy was having fun."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle shakes his head as he rants about how dangerous it was and how lucky you were that he was there to help you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He immediately puts you in to bed and cuddles next to you feeling so glad that he was there with you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Sure he thought it was a bad idea but Riddle had to admit that it was fun to be with you and indulge you and your interests.

ACE TRAPPOLA

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He asks you want ghost hunting is since it's not something in Twisted Wonderland that is explored. It also doesn't help that the ghosts show themselves pretty easily

"Huh? Whaddya wanna go ghost huntin for? Ramshackles gotta tun!"

"It's not the same Ace! Or are you to scared?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's how he ended up at an abandoned location, that you of course didn't ask Crowley to go to, in the dark clinging to you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You tease him about clinging to you but he retorts with "Noo" and "You're the one who's scared".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The fear dies down a bit after seeing all the equipment you brought with you and saying how much of a dork you are for bringing so many things for something that's obviously faked.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You don't listen to those comments but you explain to Ace what each thing is and what it does.

"This is an EMF meter. It tracks energy currents. And this- ACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Nothing, just seeing how this works."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace was messing with the motion sensor device with an antenna with three lights. He turned it on and was using it to make a lot of noise.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ It annoyed you to no end and it took you 5 minutes to get it back and to calibrate it properly. But you were glad he was having fun.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As things start to intensify evidence wise, he grabs your hand and it's not because he's scared, well that's part of it, but its because he wants to make sure you're safe

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're talking to the spirit through the spirit talker app you got on your phone and it seemed pretty tame. Ace was just watching you do your thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once things start to turn dark, Ace is full on hugging you and making sure you're not to far from him.

"What are you?"

"DEMON"

"Y/N YOU BETTER START RUNNING!"

"Ace where are you going?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once Ace heard demon from the app he booked it thinking you were holding his hand.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He stopped about halfway outside realizing you weren't with him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace tries to walk in but you come out seemingly okay and unscathed.

"What the hell? Why'd you ditch me?"

"Because it said demon Y/n!"

You giggle at him

"Just because it says demon doesn't mean it's dangerous. It's okay though, everything is packed we can go home now."

"Nah. Come with me."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace grabs your hand dragging you somewhere.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ To recover from the fear he takes you to a decent 24/7 restaurant to chill and relax.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both talk about the experience and what you both liked about it the most. But for Ace just being with you was his favorite part.

DEUCE SPADE

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Poor Deuce is so confused, like he understood ghosts but like the phrase 'Ghost Hunting' he thinks its something entirely different than what you mean.

"You want to hunt ghosts? Like when you hunt deer?"

"No pft, you're so silly Deuce. We're gonna go look for a location and talk to them."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After you explained what it was to him, he was hyped because it was something new and from your world.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce went to ask Crowley if it was okay for you guys to leave the campus that and the two of you were shocked he said yes, or did he?

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both may have ignored him or convinced him to let you two go so now you're in an abandoned dark building setting everything up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Honestly Deuce is the most trustworthy with the set up since he seems to be taking it pretty seriously.

"So when you move it slightly it'll light up, its really sensitive to touch. Understand?"

"Mhm! Mhm! What about this one? Oh and this? Where should I put the cameras?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ His excitement was kind of stressful but he just wanted you to have a good time and everything to work well since ghost hunting is sort of a skeptical thing, or so you told him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce loved to see how passionate you were about this and how serious you were, he made sure not to get spooked when a spirit answered the questions.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Though he was most spooked when the motion things were being triggered. And we would cling to you to no end.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You found it cute, but were mainly focused on the responses of the spirits or whatever was around you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once the REM pod went off he jumped onto your back making you fall.

"Ah! Y/n! I'm sorry!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle a bit as you hold your head making sure you didn't hurt your head to much.

"It's okay Deuce! We can leave if its to much to be here."

"I want to stay because you look so happy doing this!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit. He was really so considerate of the things you wanted to do with you.

"But forcing yourself in this type of thing isn't good, just tell me when it's to much then we can leave."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce nodded and you two ended up staying for another hour.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two only left though when you began to feel drained and you had no clue why.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce made sure to put away all the equipment and everything you brought while you said the goodbyes and the affirmations of not giving permission to attach to you two.

"Gosh I'm so tired.."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You then felt yourself being picked up and you looked to who it was.

"Here. Let me carry you, its not good to walk if you're wobbling."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit and nuzzled Deuces neck as he carried you out of the building.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The two of you had went to Ramshackle dorm first since you were practically sleeping in Deuce's hold. He didn't want to leave you still on account of being sort of paranoid after the events.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he'd rather take the hit from his house warden and use the excuse of saying Crowel said it was fine. So the two of you had a sleep over.

CATER DIAMOND

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is all for it. With his camera out and knowing what he wants to do, in fact you'd think he was the one who asked to go and do this.

"Of course cutie! We can go ghost huntin, as long as I can post it and your cute face to Magicam!"

"Okay! Lets go then!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both might as well ask Crowley if its going to be publicly posted where he could see it but you both don't wait for an answer.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is the one with the perfect location since it seems to be popular for the idea of ghost hunting, but you show him how humans do it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As you're setting up, Cater is putting the camera's in many different places as well as taking cute pictures of you're focused face. And he posted each one to Magicam saying "Ghost Hunting with my love" and "Cute focus face! <3".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He shows you each picture and you're slightly annoyed because you want him to help set up, but he swayed you with his charm.

"Cater, if you're just going to take pictures, then can you help set up atleast?"

"But I am helping, I'm seeing if I can get any pictures of the ghosts!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You just shake your head at him as he keeps taking pictures of you and only you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ However seeing you more focused after each object being set up put him in the mood to be productive and help set up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater wasn't scared, actually he was holding you when you jumped back a bit feeling spooked

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He'd giggle at your reaction to any form of evidence you two got and would film it. Often teasing about how cute you were when you were freaked out.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Then he started to become anxious when he caught a shadow figure on the camera and pointed it out to you explaining it to you.

"Rah! This is so scary!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You look at your dramatic boyfriend giggling a bit.

"Says the one who was teasing me. And its just a figure, you can't be scared of that"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He acts as if you wounded him, but it was all in good fun. He then pat your head as a way to calm himself down.

"Do I have to be the one to protect you know~?"

Cater blushed a bit about how smug you looked and slowly backed up a bit trying to make space between the two of you.

"N-no, I'm gonna protect you!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle at this and carry on with the reason why you were at this abandoned place.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater often held your hand as the investigation went on sensing you were becoming tired a drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He decided to end his video there and wait to edit it later, if he was ever going to and just post the raw footage. And he started to pack up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were confused as to what was going on, and went to ask Cater but you started to fall. Luckily the boy was able to catch you.

"Gotcha! Be careful Y/n! Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You blushed a bit as you rubbed your eyes. Cater chuckled thinking you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

"Are we going home?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He nodded at you and picked up the bag of things and you carrying you out of the building and back to school.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater holds you close and realizes you are sleeping in his arms. He chuckles and takes you to your dorm.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater cuddles you ignoring the fact that Riddle might have his head for it, but anything for you.

~♣️~TREY~♣️~

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey was curious to say the least about ghost hunting, but when you proposed it you didn't expect him to go with you.

"Hey do you wanna go ghost hunting with me?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ In all honesty you thought he would be to busy with school work and vice house warden duties to do anything, but you were over the moon about it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two decided to leave Crowley a note since it was late and the man wasn't in his office, and on you two went.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey set up most of the things, which you were grateful for, but overall you were shocked he knew what some of the things were even if it was pretty self explanatory once the things were on.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were stuck in the middle of the room just watching your boyfriend doing most of the work which made you feel a bit guilty.

"Hey Trey, I can help set up too."

"I know, but I don't want you to worry about it."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're heart warmed at the thought, but you pulled out your phone to bring up the spirit talker app. Trey walked next to you after he was done with everything.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey wasn't scared at all, like he held your hand sure but it was to reassure you whenever you got excited from a response.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He smiled whenever you were asking the entity questions and got an answer back, even if there was negative energy there.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He was there to make sure you were safe and that nothing intended to hurt you, ghost or human or anything in between.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he got concerned when you mentioned you heard a voice tell you something and he didn't hear it.

"Trey did you hear that?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey looked at you with a curious look in his eyes, trying to listen for anything other than you two.

"I didn't hear anything love. Did you?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You nodded vigorously as you slowly felt dizzy. Trey had a look as if pleading for you to tell him what you heard.

"It said that it wanted me to stay."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shuddered a bit feeling the negative tone from the disembodied voice. Trey noticed your discomfort.

"Do you want to leave?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to continue and you went off on your own a bit.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After that he was concerned. He didn't want you to feel like you were losing your mind and it seemed like you were mentally drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey picked you up and took you out of the building so you could recover as he went back in by himself to pack everything up while you waited for him outside.

"Trey what you doing?"

You looked up to him with drowsy eyes.

"Taking you back to the dorm rooms."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to stay but Trey convinced you to let him carry you outside as you waited for him to pack everything up. Once that was done, he picked you back up and carried you back the NCR.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey took you to his dorm and had you sleep on his bed while he took the couch, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your low state. Even though you two cuddle a lot before this.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey did have fun though and learned a lot about some things from your world.

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SUMMARY: Grim was being a little gremlin today and, in all the chaos, you accidentally left your bag behind. On your way to retrieve it, you accidentally stumble upon a certain cute ginger.

WARNINGS: None that I can think of!!! COMMENTS: I literally got smacked with the mental image of Cater Diamond playing True Colours (like from the Trolls movie) last night so hard that I had to write it even before I wrote the Trey fic. It's always the gingers man.

You sighed as you walked along the abandoned corridor, passing seemingly hundreds of empty classrooms. School had been out for a couple hours now and the sun was setting. Grim had been particularly painful today, and, as a result, you'd accidentally left your bag behind. You'd had to bribe Ace and Deuce with food to babysit (pet-sit?) him while you were gone.

Speaking of which, glancing out the window, you realised that the sun had already started setting. If you weren't quick, you were going to end up walking home in the dark.

You decided to pick up the pace.

Reaching the classroom, a noise made you pause. Focusing a little harder, you recognised the sound - a gentle thrum of a guitar - was coming from the classroom. Gently pushing the door open, you saw a boy, sitting on a desk.

He was sitting with one leg crossed underneath him and one on the floor. He had a guitar in his lap. He faced the window, where the sunset was displayed perfectly. The light embraced him in a warm, orange glow. Mixed with his messy, orange hair, it looked almost as though the light had melted onto him.

The boy started to sing. Not one of the upbeat, exciting songs you would expect from him. It was soft and gentle, dancing through the air and pulling you softly towards him. But you didn't dare disrupt the magic of the scene in front of you, and so you watched and listened, entranced, as he played.

As he strummed the final chord and hummed the final note, you smiled and clapped.

The poor boy jumped half a mile.

Upon turning around and realising it was you, your friend and crush, Cater Diamond, grinned sheepishly. "Uh, hey there."

"Hey yourself. Wasn't expecting anyone to still be in school this late." Walking over to the desk next to him, you sat down, and he shifted his position to face you.

"Haha, me neither. Uh, how long have you been standing there-?"

"Long enough," you shrugged. "You sounded awesome, though."

He chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, ducking his head. "Thanks."

"You should play more songs like that."

"Yeah? You think so?" He looked up, curiosity in his eyes.

"Yeah! They suit you."

He hummed, clearly considering the idea. His eyes lit up and he smiled mischievously. "Bet, if you think so. One one condition, though."

You tilted your head. "What is it?"

He grinned, pink dusting his face. "Only if you come watch me play."

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SUMMARY: Someone's picked a fight with Prefect! But he isn't going to let anyone hurt you anymore. Not on his watch. Part 1! Part 2 with Vil and Silver can be found here.

WARNINGS: Uhhh Prefect (you) gets hit in the face & your nose bleeds. also blackmail.

COMMENTS: I actually wanted to write this firstly for some of my moots! I was gonna write more of their favourites but it accidentally got too long to put in one post, so I'm planning on making a part 2 tomorrow. Anyway, @azulashengrottospiano and @i-like-forgs, enjoy!!

It must be raining.

You were just out in a storm. That’s all.

That would explain the crack of thunder that collided with your face and gave you a throbbing headache. The warm liquid blurring your vision and dripping out of your mouth and nose was just the rain, not some unholy mix of blood and tears. The chills that froze you where you stood was just humidity and the cold, not adrenaline and raw fear.

And yet, even with your desperate brain trying to come up with some reasonable explanation, the only thunderstorm you could see in front of you was a student you couldn’t recognise. Not with your head pounding like this. Not with the thunder in your ears.

There was something about the boy that scared you. That wasn’t uncommon - this school was full of terrifyingly promising mages. But the scariest thing wasn’t how he wielded his magical pen with deadly accuracy, or how strong he so evidently was.

It was just how much he seemed to be enjoying the mix of horror and pain, of blood and tears, that must have been so evidently and delicately splashed across your face.

His smile twisted as he raised his pen again, something in those cruel eyes of his setting off alarm signals in your aching head.

“This’ll teach you not to meddle where you don’t belong.”

The pen glowed, pure magic surrounding it as he prepared to shoot. His sadistic eyes were alight with entertainment. He knew what he was about to do. He didn’t care.

You squeeze your eyes shut and braced for the lightning.

A chuckle and an arm wrapping around your waist made your eyes snap back open.

“C’mon babe, gotta run!”

Pulling you by the waist, the boy broke into a run. You stumbled for a minute, but soon followed after. He released your waist but gently took your hand, tugging you along, urging you to be faster.

A stray spell flew between the two of you.

The boy looked back, an uncharacteristic flash of annoyance creasing his brow.

He caught your eye and winked.

“Split card!”

A second boy seemed to appear next to you. He was an exact copy of the first - the same stylishly ruffled orange hair, the same piercing emerald eyes, the same practiced, perfect smile.

The same red diamond under his right eye.

“Hey, keep ‘em busy for me!”

“You got it, king.” The second boy - the product of Cater Diamond’s unique magic - winked at you. He planted his feet, whirled around and started to cast spell after spell at your assailant.

The real Cater Diamond pulled you along, into the school building. Together you ran, through corridor after corridor, passing empty classroom after empty classroom.

Finally, he slowed to a stop in front of a classroom you’d never seen before. Glancing around and putting his finger in front of his mouth in a shushing motion, he grinned at you.

“In here.”

He held open the door for you, shutting it behind the both of you as you looked around. There were all different kinds of instruments and sheet music scattered around, along with an abandoned satchel. You saw at least one set of drums, along with two electric guitars and one acoustic, amps, even some microphones and music stands.

You supposed this was the Light Music Club’s room.

Cater winced, scratching his nape. “My bad, forgot it was so messy here. Whoever that was won’t find us here, though!” He grinned at you, his smile fading when he noticed the condition you were in.

He took both of your hands and, holding you as though you were made of glass, led you over to an amp. He gently pushed you onto it. It was not the most comfortable thing to sit on, but that was not what you were focusing on.

How could it be?

Cater Diamond was standing in front of you. He glowed like the sun wherever he went, commanding your attention and leaving you blinded.

If he ever called you, you would gladly follow.

The light faded a little as he let go of your hands and stepped away. He walked over to the discarded bag on the ground and started rummaging through it.

“There’s gotta be something… aha, #jackpot!” Pulling out a packet of tissues, he made his way back over to you. Pulling out a tissue, he smiled hesitantly. “Do you mind if I…?”

You blinked. You had forgotten about the pounding in your head, which started to come back with a vengeance. Putting one hand to the side of your head, you gestured for him to go ahead.

He stood just in front of you, one hand cupping your face, the other gently trying to clean as much of the blood off as possible. He didn’t say anything as he went about his work, but there was a look in his eyes as he worked. One filled with kindness and empathy, soft enough to make your heart skip a beat.

He stepped back and, crossing his arms as though to survey his handiwork, he nodded satisfactorily. “The blood on your shirt will be hard to wash off, but the bleeding from your nose has stopped.” He gave you a strained - albeit gentle - smile.

You nodded and placed your hands in your lap, studying them instead of meeting the gentle emerald eyes you could feel searching you.

“Prefect…” he started, the hesitancy in his voice evident. He cautiously sat next to you and you glanced up at him. “Is- are you okay?”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him. He startled a little at your touch, then wrapped his arm around you. “I am now.”

“My my, what have we here?”

“What… the hell?!”

That voice… wait, it couldn’t be-

Blinking rapidly to rid your eyes of the tears, you registered three things.

First, and most obvious, was that the thunderstorm was being contained.

Easily.

I mean, the new arrival held him as easily as a newborn kitten for goodness’ sake. He looked almost as twisted as your assailant, with pure glee in his yellow and olive-brown eyes, his wide grin revealing sharp, pointed teeth. He was evidently enjoying the student’s squirming.

“Got him! I wanna squeeze him ‘til he pops~”

The second thing you registered was the hand resting on your shoulder.

Looking up, you noticed another boy, practically a mirror image of the first. One hand was resting protectively on your shoulder, his other hiding his smile. He looked a lot calmer than the first, but his eyes - the exact opposite of his brother’s - betrayed him. The air around him was crackling with excited energy.

“Not yet, Floyd. I believe that Azul has something he wishes to say to him first.”

“Boo. Hurry up.” Wait.

Azul?

Looking around, you finally registered the third - and final - new arrival. Azul Ashengrotto, the head of the Mostro Lounge, was strolling towards the boy. There was something about him that was different. His curly hair caught the sun, making the silvery colour feel akin to pure, vivid white, as though it was glowing. From this angle, you couldn’t see the face you’d studied so many times - his enchanting grey eyes, or the beauty mark just below his mouth.

There was nothing physically different. So what was wrong?

Ah, that was it. He was angry.

“Do not fret, Floyd.” He stopped in front of the boy, directly in front of you. “You’ll get your chance soon enough.”

“Wh-… what the hell is wrong with you?!” The student shouted, twisting and scratching at Floyd’s arm in a desperate attempt to free himself.

“Wanna find out?” Floyd squeezed the boy tighter and he yelped.

“No! No thank you!”

“Well, at least you have some manners.” Azul drawled.

“What do you want from me?”

“This won’t take long.” Azul fished out some photos from his pocket and showed him. “Do you know who this is?”

“H-… how did you-?!”

“Unimportant.” He waved off the question as though it was simply one about the weather. “However, I believe that it would be in your best interests to leave the Prefect alone now.” “Hah… you’re trying to blackmail me?”

“Blackmail is such an ugly word. I am simply offering you a way out.”

“A way out?” The boy scoffed.

“Certainly. I believe if your mother saw these photos, you would be in a great deal of trouble, would you not? If I am correct, you promised her you’d be on your best behaviour this year. After all, one more incident could be enough for an expulsion, with a track record such as yours.”

“Hey-!”

“It’d be a shame for the school to lose such a promising mage. How about you meet with me in the VIP room tomorrow around 4 o’ clock tomorrow? We can discuss things in more… detail… then.”

The boy glowered but said nothing.

Azul sighed. “I’m a man of my word. As long as no harm will come to the prefect, no harm will come to you in the meantime.”

“Fine.” The boy spat.

“Very well, we have a deal then.” Azul took a step back. “Let him go, Floyd.”

“But he hurt Shrimpy! I don’t wanna~”

“Floyd. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

Floyd complained loudly, but let the boy go. He smoothed his jacket, glaring daggers at you and Azul in turn. Then he whirled around and stormed off.

Three pairs of eyes now turned to you.

You blinked in return.

“Shrimpyyy~!” Floyd bounded over to you and squeezed you in a rib-cracking hug. “Did the bad man hurt you? Don’t worry, you’re with us now, Shrimpy!”

“Give them some air, Floyd.” Jade said and tugged Floyd’s shoulder, attempting to pull him away from you.

“Nooo-“

“Are you alright, Prefect?” Azul asked. He sounded worried.

Floyd and Jade exchanged conspiratorial smirks and Floyd let you go. There was blood on his jacket from where your head had rested against him.

The realness of what just happened began to set in. The pounding sensation in your head came back with a vengeance. “I-…” the world began to spin around you, and Azul grabbed you, panic in his eyes. You felt your legs buckle and he caught you smoothly. “Sorry- I just-“

“It’s quite alright. I will stay with you as long as you need.” Azul reassured you, although you didn’t - couldn’t - miss the quiver in his voice or the pink dusting his face. He pulled out a handkerchief and put it to your face. You took it and applied pressure to your nose, angling your head downwards in order to stop the bleeding, as Azul hesitantly rubbed patterns into your back to help you feel better. The sensation made you feel warm.

With a smile, you realised it wasn’t storming anymore. The sun had finally come out.

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Unique Kisses: Heartslabyul!

Hearslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Riddle R. (strawberry kisses)

If it wasn’t for this situation, Riddle would consider removing strawberries from a cake a blasphemy.

Fortunately for you, and also his joy, which he could not admit to if it wasn’t the last resort, Riddle isn't sure if his judgement would be a fair one. He is drunk on the taste of strawberries and fluffy cream, but also your fragrance, which has been his favourite aroma even before he thought he would dare to confess his feelings to you.

Riddle knows he doesn’t think soberly, but also believes that Trey didn’t change a recipe for his favourite dessert.

So, it is your fault.

“You should have taken yourself a piece of cake if you crave strawberries so much,” he says, regarding how you stab a little strawberry from his tart on a silver fork. It shimmers softly with honey or frosting or whatever Trey had added. Right now, Riddle can’t remember what his favourite dessert tastes like, and it was your fault as well.

“Kitchen is too far away,” you almost sigh, but don’t do that because it’s not a reason to be disappointed. “And, by the way, you are the one eating your tart. The greater part is still yours.”

“I have an irresistible impression that my serving disappears too fast.”

“You’re such a gourmet then. You will have to take bigger pieces next time.”

You chuckle at his stern facade, face fully covered with blushes, not matching the crossed arms that were probably meant to give his figure a more serious tone.

The strawberry on the fork you put against his lips, and he - used to this, after your multiple pleas - swallows his dignity and bites the fruit enough, not to cut it in half. He blinks a little faster, a little more nervous, and can’t bear to hold your stare when you smile and put the fork aside.

And then, you bite a strawberry held by his lips. A soft crunch attends the moment where your lips brush against each other. You feel how a sweet juice fills your lips and you have to move away to not let it drain over a corner of your mouth.

Satisfied, now less frustrated with your idea, you lick your wet, slightly sticky lips.

You glance at Riddle.

It… was a surprise that he went with your idea. It was a plan to soften him up a bit and have another reason to laugh when he would scold you again for your “preposterous suggestions”.

Surely not for you to stand in bewilderment and quick-paced heartbeat when Riddle pulls out a strawberry on a fork towards you. And as his face is red, crimson almost, his gaze is tainted with warm grey.

“Now it’s your turn.”

And that was an order.

Trey C. (hand kisses)

Trey Clover is a gentleman.

He opens the door whenever you go with him. Helps to carry supplies to the alchemy room at the far end of the school. Forbids you to prepare snacks for yourself, just to serve you beautiful little tarts during a break, that can be eaten in one bite.

His love is elegant and attentive. He likes to hold you in his arms while reading books. By highlighting the most important things in notes he helps you prepare for exams. He doesn’t even complain when you rob his wardrobe and usurp his clothes. He collects - by following all the Queen's rules or while avoiding Riddle's eyesight -- and offers you roses for every greater or lesser success.

A dreamy gentleman.

The only thing that mystifies you every time, is his touch.

You always quiver slightly as he takes your hand in his and entwines your fingers. He turns it over and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand. You don't know what is more delicate: the way his fingers slide over yours, or your heart, which will probably quickly tear apart itself, not able to bear the darting beat.

It would definitely be a nice death, but more than choosing that, you'd still rather live through this moment.

Trey's lips brush against your skin and move towards your fingers. There, he places another kiss and when he finally releases your hand, he still holds you. A grip slightly tightens when you look at him bashfully.

It was a gentleman's kiss.

Or maybe not gentleman’s, but from a man who pretends. You are not sure if a gentleman would do something like that to his lady: watch her lose her mind with each kiss as she becomes more and more addicted to her gentleman who smiles with a subtle but private smile.

Even as he pulls away, you feel that the spot on your skin where he kissed you tickles you lightly.

"Good morning to you, too, I should say”, you exclaim with a big smile. But you already like that greeting very much, and you're sure Trey knows it as well, as he repeats the gesture every day.

"Ah, and that's not the reaction I was expecting," he snorted as you rolled your eyes. “You got used to this trick already. Should I stop or…” now he smiles, mischievously. Certainly not like a gentleman. “...change the offensive?”

Cater D. (kisses on the eyes)

“Smile!” and snap! With a soft sound, another photo saves itself on Cater’s phone. He immediately enlarges it with his fingers, brings the image closer to your faces and clicks his tongue with dissatisfaction, but doesn’t remove the photo. “No, that’s not it. We look lovely, but- Sweetie, come closer!”

“Yes, yes.”

You take another step towards Cater. He instantly places his arm over yours, drawing you a little closer, as he holds the phone in the other hand. He observes the preview of the photo. And then, he directs you to turn a little to the west, so the sun would colour your faces even more.

An artistic wind begins to blow and ruffles the leaves of the trees behind your back. They form your main background, which Cater wanted to expose as they were famous for their multicoloured flowers. It was the main reason to choose this park as the next place for your date. The strands of your hair began to wave, and you gently brushed a few away from your eyes.

But before Cater can snap that hundredth picture, you lower your head and put hand to your face.

“Ah, I think something is in my eye,” you murmur, with all your will trying not to rub your eyes. “Probably sand, ewh.”

“Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait,” Cater quickly tucks the phone into the pocket of his jacket and with one movement unbuckles his backpack. He pulls out a bottle of water -which he immediately hands to you - and then finds a package of tissues. “Here. Try to wash it out. And blink. You're supposed to blink a lot at times like this, right?” … Luckily for you, you don’t have to vex with it for long, because after a short while you manage to get the sand out of your eye. Cater’s phone is used as a mirror, and he checked himself if there might be any irritation visible in your eye.

You crumple a wet tissue and throw it in the trash can near your bench.

“It’s all right now, I think.”

Cater puts his stuff in his bag and gets up. With a short wave, he says that he wants you to stay where you are.

"I will cast a healing spell on your eyes," he announces and crouches in front of you. He smiles. “Metaphorical one. Please don't trust me when it comes to healing magic.”

And then he moves closer to you, and his hands are on your cheeks. They hold you in place as he gets closer and closer until he completely fills your view and asks you to close your eyes. You don’t have to look at him to know his gaze is trailing your face. And when he stops, it’s because he wanted to turn your attention to the touch as he places warm kisses on your eyelids.

These are some of the softer kisses Cater gave you. They are almost imperceptible and uncharacteristic of him, but you can feel the care in each one... and have a scent of his cologne – jasmine scent, slightly spicy in smell - that he put on himself surround you.

He steps back only when each eye receives at least three kisses.

“I think I feel better now...” You say with a smile which he reciprocates. He pulls out his phone, once again, and points its lens at you. He hums with pleasure, as he finds the perfect angle.

“So~? Will you smile for me once more?”

You can’t say no after such a satisfying spell.

Ace T. (feigned kisses)

“Hey, hey, come here, I want to tell you something...”

You tear your gaze away from your notebook, where the next line of your essay on the history of magic is now cut halfway. Ace's whisper snapped you out of the monologue you've arranged in your head, and you know you won’t recollect it soon. Not even a passive focus spell applied to the library could help, as Ace acted as a truly sterling distraction.

“Come here yourself.”

“It's important”

It’s probably not.

You sigh and shake your head. Ace does the same, but rises from his untouched textbooks. "I lack the motivation to study today," he tells you every time you drag him along to prepare for your next exam together.

He stops in front of you and turns your chair around so that you can directly face him. He smiles mischievously. Almost malevolently, but warm enough.

He places his hands on both sides of your chair and—oh, since when is he so close to you?

It's not that Ace isn’t in the habit of kissing you—he likes it as much as you do, although he never fails to roll his eyes when you ask for a kiss, or tease you ("ah, so you need more of my attention, hm? Heh~") before pressing his lips to yours.

And you are expecting the latter option until Ace stops inches from your face and snarls.

“Heh. You wish”.

He tries to whisper something more, but you don’t give him an opportunity to do so, as you throw your head back. And then he greets you with a look, you could describe as mean.

“Yes,” you admit quietly, genuinely disappointed. You turn your chair around and quickly tuck your books into your bag. Maybe you'll find Riddle or someone who can chase Ace away a bit with their presence, so you will have some peace. “But I'm feeling less and less sorry that it didn't happen. See you later, I'm off to class…”

...

Huh.

He didn’t expect that. Did you have a bad day today? Did he do something wrong or- Did you really care about getting a good grade on that essay? He couldn't guess, but he knew that if he doesn’t make a move now, you will try getting back at him.

“Hey—!” He wheezes, grabbing your hand. “You can't give up so easily. Fight for what you want!”

“Too much work.”

Ace sighs and tilts his head. He pulls you towards him by the strap of the bag you carry, almost knocking you off balance. And then, he presses your lips to his—they are unexpectedly soft and you start to wonder if it was because of the honey he added to his tea at almost every unbirthday party (to break another rule of his dorm)—and then... And then you both lost the air in your lungs that you hadn't managed to take in before kissing.

You look at him from under your lashes as you take a deep breath. “To quote, "Ah, so you need more of my attention?””

“Ughh,” Ace breathes out, and you feel that quiet sigh on the skin of your neck. He is still incredibly close, but for that moment you can’t bring yourself to push him away. “You're lucky I like you. …And, by the way, you choose very wise man’s quotes.”

Deuce S. (forehead kisses)

“…”

“...”

“...Are you asleep?”

“...No. Not yet.”

The quilt rustles quietly as you sat up on the bed. You feel tired, your head aches, and your eyes seem too heavy. You are sure you've already yawned about five times since you said “goodnight”, but even after forty—you counted each one with agony—minutes of lying down, sleep wasn't taking you away.

Neither did Deuce, and that was your current greatest comfort.

“I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight,” you whisper, trying to make out his features in the darkness that merge into a dark room. But you are sure that that darker patch of shadow—Deuce—is looking at you as intently as you are looking at it. “Not after the movie that Ace picked out.”

Deuce slowly gets up and you can finally tell where his face is.

“He picked the wrong title,” Deuce agrees, sighing heavily. “I don't know if I can-... Erm, I mean, I'm not a fan of horror movies, but it's not that, that, I-.”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” you interrupt him gently and squeeze the duvet lightly in your fingers. You turn your gaze to a window where a hint of light shines through the gaps between the curtains. The moon must be very visible tonight. “I didn't like that film. You know what, Deuce? We can't let Ace choose movies ever again.”

“Right,” he put his hands through the strands of his hair. And then laughs at the memory he proceeds to describe you. “...When I was younger, my mother would often kiss me on the forehead whenever I felt I was too upset to sleep. I often tried to watch horror movies on my own so I could talk about them later at school, but... Haha. Anyway, somehow it always worked because I would go back to bed later and then—I think—I would fall asleep…”

“...Do you want to kiss me goodnight?”

“Ah-! N-no! That's not what I meant!” he protests. And then tries to look at you but finds it impossible. “Ah... Was that a request or a question?”

“An offer of a lifetime.”

Deuce remains in his bed for a few more moments but finally gets up. He pushes the curtains a little more and the room becomes much brighter. You could now see the games scattered on the floor that you had vowed to clean up in the morning, the outline of your beds and finally, and most importantly, yourselves.

He approaches you, quietly and carefully. You wait with a smile that you try to hide. You straighten up, put your feet on the floor, but still sit on the bed as Deuce brings his fingers to your face, and touches it with care as if you were a porcelain doll. Or a dream and Deuce was willing to believe in both cases.

He brushes your hair from your forehead and holds loose strands with one hand; the other is placed on the back of your head. He leans in. You hear him hold his breath and feel warmer as he presses his lips to the top of your head. You are sure he must have sensed the scent of his shampoo (you had a good reason for that: you had forgotten to take your own with you) because he quivers subtly as he inhales the smell bashfully.

And he must also be glad that it was still dark in here because, when you raise your gaze, his head is titled, as he often does when conscious of his blushes.

“…Are you calmer?” He whispers the question.

You nod slowly. Deuce carefully, almost reluctantly, steps away from you and sits down on his bed. Although he is no longer beside you, you can still feel the memory of how warm his skin and lips were. You gently touch the spot on your head where he had placed his kiss.

“If we don't fall asleep in the next half hour, we're going to go get some late-night snacks,” you decide, as you lay down, and you even notice Deuce smiling.

“Okay,” he chuckles. “And we can watch a better movie. But now try to fall asleep.”

“If I fall asleep now, I'll regret it.”

“You will say something else in the morning, tired.”