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themaladaptivewriter12 · 2 years ago

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Title: First of Many

Part 1 of my Cray-Cray for Cater series! Part 2 here!

Pairings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

“Mirai,” Cater called from the middle of the room, “Let’s go on a date! Just you and me.”

Mirai wondered if this was Cater being Cater or was he actually being serious, he really didn’t know. Mirai knew Cater tended to be overly nice, talkative, and friendly, and he knew that Cater would do anything for a pic for his Magicam, so as for right now, he would play along. But Mirai couldn’t deny the little hope he had gotten when he asked that question, the blonde having a huge crush on the Heartslabyul third year.

cw: Light angst, but mostly fluff. Mentions of loss, but not detailed.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Mirai, Deuce, Ace, and Grim were borderline late for Magic History, and leave it to Ace and Grim to start duking it out in the courtyard before class, resulting Mirai and Deuce trying to break it up, but that went out the window when Deuce went all Ex-Delinquent mode, joining the fray. Mirai was tempted to leave the three of them, and let them fight it out, but alas, Mirai was only half a student, and he needed Grim. They really didn’t have time for this.

“Guys, come on,” Mirai whined, “we really don’t have time for this.”

“Not until I teach this mangy cat a lesson,” Ace growled.

“Teach me?! Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” Grim shouted snarkily. “It’s gonna be the Great Grim who’s teaching ya a lesson!”

Mirai sighed. “Deuce?”

“I’m not losing to the likes of them,” Deuce grit out, cracking his knuckles.

Mirai groaned. It was always something with these three.

The three began yelling loudly at each other before a familiar voice rang out, “Mind telling me why you three are fighting in the courtyard, little pups?”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim jumped away from each other, freezing.

Professor Crewel waltzed over, smacking the pointer he always carried against his palm threateningly.

Mirai did not want to get on Professor Crewel’s bad side, not when Professor Crewel already had taken a liking to the Magicless Prefect.

“He started it,” the three yelled accusingly, pointing at each other.

“Bad boy,” Professor Crewel scolded, whipping the pointer, “I’ve expected no less from Ace and Grim, a little less of Deuce, but certainly not you, Little Papillon.”

“I’m sorry, Professor Crewel,” Mirai apologized, hanging his head.

At least the other three had the nerve to look embarrassed.

“You three can start your punishment by cleaning the cauldrons after classes,” Professor Crewel said, pointing to Ace, Deuce, and Grim, “You-”

“Wait, why do I have to clean?!” Grim shouted, “Ace is the one-”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Professor Crewel seethed, red leather gloves squeaking as he gripped his pointer stick hard.

Grim squeaked, scampering to hide behind Mirai.

“Ace and Deuce, Cauldron Duty,” Professor Crewel said.

Deuce and Ace sighed.

“Grim, you have Cauldron Duty, and you are to sweep the floors for a week.”

Grim grumbled quietly, but didn’t say anything. Professor Crewel then turned to Mirai.

“I’ll let you off with a warning, Little Papillon. Don’t let me see you mixed up with something like this again,” Professor Crewel said with finality.

“Yes sir. Sorry sir,” Mirai said with a slight nod of his head.

“Good boy. Now get to class before Trein marks you pups as late,” Professor Crewel commanded, turning and walking off.

“Teacher’s pet,” Ace grumbled.

“Mind running that by me again, Ace?” Mirai grumbled, having enough of Ace for the evening.

Mirai loved Ace dearly, him being a good friend, but he really couldn’t take the redhead when he started causing trouble.

“N-Nothing,” Ace stuttered in fear, backing away from Mirai. Ace knew Mirai could pack a punch when he wanted to.

“Guys! Class,” Deuce yelled.

“Shoot,” they all hissed.

The four students ran, well Grim road on Mirai’s shoulder, to Professor Trein’s Magic History class, trying to make it before the bell rang.

“If we’re late, Ima have your heads,” Mirai panted.

“Someone’s been hanging around Riddle too much,” Ace muttered accusingly.

“Ace,” Mirai threatened.

“Guys, enough,” Deuce sighed.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you, Deuce,” Mirai heaved, “You were supposed to help mediate, and you jumped in as well.”

“Sorry, Mirai.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Hey! How come you’re not mad at him?!” Ace shouted.

“Maybe because he apologized? Maybe because he didn’t start the fight in the first place?!” Mirai shouted out of breath.

The door to Professor Trein’s class was coming into view, and with the final push, the four freshmen sprinted for the door. Just as they reached the threshold, Ace tripped, pushing Deuce, who was in front of him, and tripping Mirai, who was taking up the rear. They all shouted, tumbling into the classroom, falling like dominoes on top of each other, and not a second later, the bell rang. The class rang out with laughter.

“Get off,” Deuce groaned.

“Not until Mirai moves,” Ace grunted.

“You tripped me,” Mirai argued back.

“Cutting it kinda close aren’t you?” Processor Trien asked, a scolding look on his face. Lucis meowed.

“Sorry, Professor Trein,” Mirai apologized from the floor.

“Don’t let it happen again. Now get up and take your seats.”

The four scrambled to get up, pushing, shoving, and elbowing each other as they rushed to their seats in the top row, taking out their supplies for the class.

Class was as it always was, Professor Trein droning on about the histories of magic and their origins from different lands, and Lucis meowing along as if he was adding important information. It wasn’t bad per se, but when you knew nothing at all, not even basic knowledge of the world you were in, it tended to be very difficult for Mirai. So Mirai did the best he could, jotting down everything that seemed useful or important. And at least Mirai could rely on Deuce with his notes actually being organized, and push come to shove, which was more often than not, Mirai had Jack, Sebek, and Epel, who were just as willing to help.

Ace and Grim dozed more than once, and with Mirai and Deuce on the ends, and Grim and Ace in the middle, the two had to elbow the two awake more than once, which earned them a couple of sharp glares and angry grumbles. Mirai didn’t care, he really didn’t need any more trouble than what they already caused today.

“Remember your assignment for today, I will not accept any late work,” Professor Trein said sternly.

The bell rang signaling that that class was over, and multiple students groaned in relief.

“You are dismissed.”

Ace groaned as he stretched his arms over his head, standing from his seat, “I could use a nap.”

“Same,” Grim sighed.

“Like you two just didn’t sleep the majority of class,” Mirai scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“We have Cauldron Duty, remember?” Deuce reminded the two.

Grim and Ace groaned.

Mirai rolled his eyes, “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you three decided to-”

There was a loud bang as Professor Trein’s door flew open, slamming against the back wall, startling everyone in the room, including Lucis who crawled frantically into his owner's arms, hissing at the noise. Professor Trein glared at whoever caused the noise. It was Cater.

“Mirai,” Cater called from the middle of the room, “Let’s go on a date! Just you and me.”

Mirai was speechless, face going cherry red.

“Huh?!” Grim yelled.

“Don’t mind him, he’s always like this,” Ace said dismissively.

“Diamond,” Professor Trein scolded, “Even if my class has ended, I will not tolerate you making a disturbance in my classroom!”

“Oopsies! Sorry Professor,” Cater apologized with a wink, not sounding one bit sorry.

Professor Trein just sighed, going back to whatever he was doing on his desk.

“You serious?” Mirai asked.

“Totally srs,” Cater chirped.

“Uh, like right now?”

“Mn hm,” Cater nodded enthusiastically, leaning forward on his hands against the bottom row of desks.

“I mean, I guess I don't have anything to do after this.”

“Awesome,” Cater cheered, running up to the top row to grab Mirai by the hand, and pull him down the stairs. At least Mirai was still in the right mind to grab his things before they left.

“W-Wait! Cater,” Mirai called, as he was pulled across the classroom, and out the door.

Cater laughed happily as he raced down the campus halls as Mirai struggled to keep up. They got all kinds of looks as they ran hand in hand, weaving through the sea of students being let out for the day. Students shouted and yelled, as Cater pushed his way through, laughing wildly. They ran through the main building, down the stairs and through the courtyard. Mirai was near wheezing as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

“C-Cater,” Mirai stuttered, “Slow d-down. I can’t keep up.”

“Oopsies. Sorry, Hon,” Cater apologized, slowing to a leisurely walking pace.

“I-It’s okay,” Mirai reassured, gasping for air.

“You sure?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Cater continued to hold Mirai’s smaller hand in his larger one, as they walked across the courtyard, and around the main building. Students stared for a second, but other than that, they ignored them as they passed. Mirai wondered what Cater’s real intention was for this. It wasn’t like he didn’t like, or trust Cater, but he knew Cater was a man of niceties, and tended to sweet talk his way in and or out of things.

“Mark for your thoughts?” Cater asked as they walked back inside, but this time, from a different door.

“Ah, um, it’s nothing important,” Mirai said, silently trying to figure out why they were back inside. Maybe Cater forgot something?

“Everything about you is important.” Cater smiled.

“I, I, no, I-”

Cater cackled at Mirai’s stammering, “Totes adorbs, but really, if you need someone to listen, Cay-Cay will lend you an ear, ‘kay?”

Mirai closed his mouth, pressing his lips together, nodding as his face warmed a bit.

He didn’t expect the flirting at all, Cater’s sweet words putting a flush on his face. Mirai had his fair share of sleazy, slimy people, men and women, trying to use sweet words to get things they wanted, and normally Mirai was good at keeping a straight face, but for some reason, it seemed he couldn’t do that with Cater.

They continued their walk, and Mirai had no clue where they were going, but he tried to guess in his head, not wanting to spoil Cater’s surprise. They walked through the long corridors of the school, turning corners, going up and down stairs, and the more they walked, the less people Mirai began to see.

“I’ve never been to this side of the school,” Mirai stated absentmindedly.

“This is where some of the more advanced classes are, like summoning and stuff,” Cater supplied.

“Oh.”

Cater hummed a cute little tune as they walked, swinging their interlocked hands. They walked across the second story exterior hallway, the evening sun was warm on their skin. Mirai looked up at Cater, and Mirai wouldn’t lie, he was good looking, and the golden afternoon, the golden glow made his very being look pretty. The light made his orange hair look like a deep spun gold, wavy strands glittering in the light, his skin looked like warm honey, even his green eyes were tinged with gold, the little fleckles sparking in the light. He really was pretty. Seeming to notice the staring, Cater looked down at Mirai and smiled. Mirai whipped his head away from Cater, looking at the path ahead.

The two made their way down another flight of stairs, and soon they were back on the first floor. Mirai hadn’t been to this side of the school either. Just where were they going? Mirai wondered if Cater was just messing with him, or maybe he just wanted to take a walk, and even so, all he had to do was ask normally.

Students dressed in their club uniforms exited a classroom, chatting happily, laughing and joking with each other. As they walked by, Mirai caught the eye of one of the students, the guy stopped what he was doing and looked between Mirai and Cater, then he glared hard at Mirai, whispering to his buddies. Mirai was a grumpy person, but he was also an anxious person. Sometimes that grumpiness would turn his embarrassment into foolish angered confidence, and with that, Mirai flipped the students off with a sneer. The three didn’t look happy at that.

“You think you’re so big and bad, don’t you?” The tallest one asked.

“Meh,” Mirai shrugged, “Gotta problem with that?”

Cater stopped and looked between Mirai and the students. Mirai let go of Cater’s hand.

“Yeah I do actually,” the one in the middle, the Beastman said.

Mirai stared at him threateningly, sizing the guy up. Yeah Mirai was shorter, but that didn’t mean he would back down from a fight.

“You don't scare me,” the guy on the left sneered, “So you can cut the little bad boy act.”

“I could say the same about you,” Mirai said impatiently.

The Beastman in the middle growled, sneering, “You think you're so high and mighty, don’t you? You get a freebie into one of the top schools on the Island of sages, gain the likes from a couple of third years, Housewardens, and Professors, and now you think you run the world. I wonder when they will realize how worthless you really are?”

“Yeah, I mean, it was quite easy, but I’m wondering how you even got here,” Mirai muttered nonchalantly. “You don’t seem too bright.”

Suddenly the Beastman grabbed Mirai by the front of his shirt, hoisting him up so that he was up close and personal with him.

“Hey,” Cater shouted, reaching for Mirai only to be held up by the other two.

“You better watch it, Prefect. You have no idea what I’m capable of,” the Beastman sneered.

“I know what you’re not capable of,” Mirai coughed, leaning his head back, “brushing your teeth.”

The guy's face grew a bright red, his teeth gritting in rage. Suddenly his hand was balling up into a fist and his arm was recoiling back. “I will make sure no one finds your worthless body, you hear me?! Nobody!”

“What’s going on out here?”

Professor Crewel peeked his head out from around the corner accusingly and everyone went still. Professor Crewel looked at Mirai and Cater, who were being held up, Mirai literally, by the students. Mirai caught Professor Crewel’s gaze, Mirai pouted with a sigh, hoping that Crewel didn’t take this as him fighting. Again.

“You pups,” Crewel yelled at his students, smacking his pointer against his gloved palm, “come here, now!”

The shorter one gaped like a fish, “But he-”

“It wasn’t a question! Now!”

The students stood their ground. Mirai continued to look at the three defiantly. The guy in the middle scoffed, dropping Mirai to the ground, and pushed past Cater, shoulder checking him in the process.

Cater scoffed angrily, sticking out his hand, “Come on,”

Mirai took it, pulling himself up to brush off his clothes. Mirai looked back at Crewel, and Crewel smirked at Mirai, winking as they passed. Mirar pouted petulant, face heating up a bit. Unfortunately for Mirai and Crewel both, Mirai had all but gushed about his crush on Cater to his Professor, and maybe a little too much. Mirai guessed it was payback for all the Fridays he talked the poor man’s ear off.

Not long after, they made it to the back of the main building. Mirai didn’t even know this even existed. It was a vast area surrounded by trees, and further up, there was a small path, leading further in surrounded by an iron archway and overgrown wisteria and ivy.

“Whoa,” Mirai breathed in awe.

“Yeah,” Cater chuckled. “I had the same reaction when I found this spot. Talk about #Picturesque.”

Entering the woods, the evening sun shone golden through the vibrant green trees. Mirai took in the nature around him, admiring it all. The little woodland creatures around them scampered about. Little blue birds flew overhead, twittering and singing, chipmunks scurried in the brush, and squirrels climbed into the trees, waiting for the pair to pass. Little white wildflowers dotted the ground, and in the trees, big vibrant red apples hung from their branches, looking tantalizingly delicious.

“We’re here,” Cater cheered.

Cater pulled back a branch, Mirai looked ahead and was taken aback. There was a clearing, not a big one, but big enough for it to be noticeable. The same tiny white wildflowers from earlier littered the ground, and scattered around were these golden orchids, glowing in the evening light. In the middle was a large twisted Apple Tree, covered in hanging lanterns, and underneath was a big red gingham picnic blanket. Atop the blanket was a large picnic basket with two rocks sitting on the top. It was like it was all in its own little world.

“We pretty much only use this place when Starsending comes around, which is a shame, talk about #NRCHiddenGem,” Cater said, taking Mirai’s hand again, leading him to the blanket.

Reaching the blanket, Cater toed off his shoes, and Mirai did the same. With a guiding hand, Cater sat Mirai on one side of the blanket, then walked around to the other side and sat down scooting close to the Ramshackle Prefect.

“Do you like it?” Cater asked, removing the rocks, unpacking the basket.

Mirai nodded enthusiastically, “It’s really nice.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

Cater started with the plates first, then the silverware wrapped in a triple pocket folded napkin, each eating utensil in its own pocket.

“These are cute,” Mirai commented, picking up the sage green cloth napkin gently.

“Thanks! I actually folded them,” Cater chirped. “Someone’s gotta make sure the napkins for the Unbirthday Parties are #PicturePerfect.”

“That’s cool! Do you think you could teach me sometime?”

Cater laughed, “‘Course. Cay-Cay’s got you covered.”

Cater unpacked the basket once more, pulling out a clear plastic liter bottle and two glass cups.

“I didn’t want to spill the sparkling lemonade, so I stuck it in a bottle,” Cater snickered. “LMAO, if Riddle saw this, he’d totally have my head.”

“It’s fine,” Mirai snickered.

“So we have some vegetable chicken wraps, lettuce, tomato, egg, and guacamole sandwiches, salad, and fruit salad,” Cater listed, unwrapping and placing everything on the blanket.

“Looks good,” Mirai muttered, distracted by the wide selection of food.

“Totally does.”

Cater untwisted the cap off the bottle and poured the sparkling lemonade into the two cups, placing the cups on two coasters, and then closed it back.

“Okay! Let’s ea-, Oh wait,” Cater said, fishing his phone from his pocket, “Gotta get a pic first.”

Cater snapped a couple of pics of the layout, the area, then Cater reached over and threw an arm around Mirai’s shoulders, pulling him close.

“Say cheese,” Cater said, taking it before Mirai could even say anything.

Cater pulled his arm back and looked down at the picture.

“Aw! Don’t we look cute?” Cater crooned, turning the phone towards Mirai.

In the picture, Cater was smiling up to his eyes, full of teeth, and Mirai looked surprised, face flushed red, the color highlighting his green eyes and many freckles. It wasn’t a bad picture but Mirai didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Look at you, so cute,” Cater gushed.

Mirai turned away from Cater, hiding his flush.

“Okay, okay,” Cater soothed, “Let’s eat.”

Mirai served himself some of the vegetable chicken wraps, and some salad, and Cater grabbed a sandwich, a wrap, and some fruit salad.

“Here. The dressing,” Cater said, passing over three different types of dressing. One ranch, the other Italian, and the last a caesar style of dressing. Mirai took the ranch.

Cater took one of the tomato sandwiches, and a vegetable wrap, then carefully, Cater unrolled his wrap, picking out the julienned carrot pieces. Cater noticed the staring and flushed, turning his head, playing with his bangs.

“I-I don’t like carrots if they aren’t cooked,” Cater stammered.

Mirai grabbed one of the tomato sandwiches and pulled out the thick slice of tomato, placed it onto his plate, put it back together and took a big bite of it. Cater realized what Mirai had conveyed and laughed, rerolling and biting into his own food.

“Did you make this?” Mirai asked after he finished his sandwich, moving on to his salad.

“Well I had some help from Ace, Deuce, and Trey, but yeah. I wanted to try and make everything myself.”

“It’s good,” Mirai praised, smiling.

It was Cater’s turn to flush, “TYSM.”

They ate in relative silence, enjoying each other's company. The setting sun was getting lower, tinging the skies in dark oranges, reds, and yellows. It was still fairly warm, the cooling breeze giving a preview of what the night temperature would be. Out of nowhere, Cater asked Mirai if he had ever made a flower crown, which Mirai declined. That spurred Cater on to gather as many white flowers he could, and dumped them on the blanket.

“Tell me about yourself,” Cater said, tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth as he weaved his crown.

Mirai giggled at his antics, braiding his just like Cater showed him to, “Like what?”

Cater brandished a grape to Mirai, before tossing it at him. Mirai threw himself backwards, back hitting the ground to catch the fruit in his mouth. Cater laughed as Mirai made a little noise in triumph.

“Anything you feel like sharing,” Cater continued.

“Uh,” Mirai started, a little stumped, “I don't know. I’m not that interesting, really.”

“Yes you are,” Cater disagreed.

“Uh, what is there to know? Uh, I’m seventeen, I’m five foot six, I’m Japanese American, I need glasses, but don’t wear them, uh, I’m partially blind in my left eye, and I’m missing my left arm.”

Cater looked surprised.

Mirai chuckled.

“Uh,” Cater started, ��your, your Japanese American? What’s that mean?”

Mirai chuckled. “Just like you're from the Shaftlands, well, back home, we label ourselves with where we are from. My mother was American, but my Father was Japanese, so I use both labels.”

“Oh.”

“Alright, your turn.”

“I’m eighteen, I’m five foot seven, I’m from the Shaftlands, I’m right handed, my best subject is Astrology, and I’m in the Pop Music Club.”

“Cool,” Mirai smiled.

“Got any hobbies?” Cater started, going back to his weaving.

“I like to play video games, and if sleeping counts, then I like sleeping. Um, then there’s cooking, and cleaning,” Mirai answered, “Oh, and I like to read.”

“Cool, although kinda I pegged you to be the sporty type.”

Mirai laughed, “Bruh, where?”

Cater laughed, “For me, hobbies wise, I like posting on Magicam, a little bit of photography here and there, then there’s my guitar, and I like skateboarding when I can.”

“Really?! Skateboarding?!” Mirai gasped, “And you can play guitar?! Will you teach me?!”

“LOL, sure. Just name your day, and Cay-Cay’s there.”

Mirai cheered happily.

“Your turn.”

“Okay, um,” Mirai paused, thinking, “what’s your favorite food?”

“Ramen. The spicier the better.”

Mirai gasped, “Wait! You guys have ramen here?! Oh please, wherever you get it from, take me with you. I haven’t had ramen since I got here!”

“You like ramen?” Cater laughed.

“Yes I love it. And to answer my question, my favorite dessert food is cheesecake, and apple pie, and my favorite food definitely has to be pot stickers.”

“Noted. Um, do you have any siblings?”

“If you count my cousins, then no.”

“Cousins?”

Mirai looked away solemnly, putting down his half finished crown, and lifted his prosthetic arm, “I lost my mother when I was young, so I lived with my aunt. Didn’t get along with her family too well.”

“I’m sorry. T-This probably wasn’t the best idea,” Cater said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine, you’re fine. I can’t mourn forever,” Mirai sighed, “But yeah, there’s three of them, and I didn’t get along with either of them. Your turn.”

“I have, I have two older sisters.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Mirai laughed, “What’s that like?”

“What? Having two older sisters, or having a sibling?”

“Either one you want to answer.”

“It’s okay on good days, but days when they wanted to go shopping? #TheWorst. More often than not, I was their bag boy.”

Mirai chuckled.

“Okay, next question,” Cater chirped, “Favorite color.”

“Blue,” Mirai answered.

“Mine has to be Orange, although, Blue and Red aren't bad either.”

“Um, how about genre of music?”

“Can’t go wrong with cheesy pop songs,” Cater winked.

Mirai laughed. “Mine definitely is Rock and Metal.”

“Really?” Cater asked, surprised.

“Yep. Something to blast on max volume and scream your heart out to? I’m game.”

Cater laughed.

Cater eventually got up to get more flowers, and so did Mirai. Mirai wandered a bit, looking for a pop of color, preferably blue to compliment Cater’s hair. When Mirai found some, he rejoiced, bringing them back to the blanket. Cater stayed where he was crouched in front of a bush.

“Cater?” Mirai called, “What are you doing over there?”

“One second,” Cater called back.

Mirai laughed, going back to his crown.

Mirai was weaving the last row, when there was something being placed on his head, breaking his concentration.

Mirai hummed, the sound coming out like a question, and Cater was staring at Mirai, eyes wide, flush spreading on his cheeks.

“What is it?” Mirai asked, a little embarrassed.

Suddenly a row of white and purple flowers fell into view, tilting on his head.

“It’s a little too big,” Cater laughed.

Mirai snickered, standing brandishing his own crown to Cater.

“For me?” Cater asked, surprised.

“Who else, you little dummy,” Mirai laughed, waving his hand down.

Cater dramatically got down on a knee, tilting his head down, as Mirai snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes as the corny action as he placed the blue and white crown atop his head.

“How is it?” Cater asked, trying to look up at his head.

Mirai was in awe. It looked really nice on Cater. The bright blue flowers complimenting Cater’s orange hair, and it fit perfectly.

“It’s pretty,” Mirai chirped, admiring his handiwork. “I did a pretty good job for my first time making one.”

Cater grabbed his phone and looked at himself in the camera. He looked surprised at himself.

“Okay,” Cater said excitedly, “This totes needs a photo op, like asap.”

Cater pulled Mirai into his arms, arm wrapped tightly around his waist, as he positioned his other arm to get the picture, a smile in his voice, “Say cheese!”

After so many pictures that Mirai couldn’t keep count of, the sun was low on the horizon, the sky was growing dark, and fireflies flickered about, little green dots floating in the air. The stars started to cover the sky in its many twinkling lights, and Mr. Moon was waking from his slumber. Cater waved his magic pen and the lanterns hanging from the tree came to life, lighting up the area in a soft golden glow.

“Cool,” Mirai sighed.

Cater laughed.

They had moved to lying on the picnic blanket, Cater lying with a hand holding up his head as he watched Mirai as he tried and failed to make a flower ring.

“I think my fingers are too small,” Mirai huffed, tossing away yet another destroyed flower.

Cater laughed, “What if you just use a single flower and tie it?”

Mirai froze, staring at the flowers in front of him, “Why didn’t I think of that?!”

Cater cackled as Mirai tired again with renewed vigor.

“I did it! I did it,” Mirai cheered, sticking his hand out to show a single flower, wrapped around his finger.

Cater chuckled, laying his head on the blanket, watching Mirai fondly as he made another.

“Here,” Mirai said, taking Cater’s hand and tied a little white flower around his middle finger.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too early for marriage?” Cater teased.

“I-I-I, wait, I, that’s-”

“But never the matter, Cay-Cay accepts.”

“Cater!”

Cater laughed, lunging for Mirai, rolling both over. Cater was resting above the Prefect, his arms bracketing him in, and Mirai stared up at Cater, eyes wide, face flushed.

“Your crown is crooked,” Cater snickered, reaching down to fix it.

“So is yours,” Mirai mumbled, pouting as he reached up and righted it for him.

Cater chuckled, reaching over to check his phone. “Oh! It’s almost time!” Cater gasped, standing up, pulling Mirai up with him.

“Time for what?” Mirai asked quizzically.

“You’ll see,” Cater sang.

Mirai watched as Cater rushed to and fro, cleaning their things up a bit, moving things here and there. Mirai offered to help, but Cater brushed him off, saying it was fine.

“Now,” Cater said, pointing up, “You know how to climb a tree?”

“Psh,” Mirai scoffed playfully with a smirk, “What kind of question is that?”

“Cool,” Cater laughed, gesturing for Mirai to go first with a wink. “Just in case Cay-Cay has to save-save.”

Mirai laughed, shaking his head. Toeing on his shoes, Mirai grabbed onto a low hanging branch, and lifted himself up. He scaled several branches, and looked down for Cater, he was on the branch below looking up at him. He smiled and waved.

“Where to?” Mirai asked.

“The one with the orange ribbon on it,” Cater answered pointing up.

Mirai squinted, looking for the ribbon, and once he found it, he fixed his crown and continued to climb.

When he made it to the branch, he could see why Cater picked it. It was fairly thick and long. There was enough room and it was sturdy enough to hold both of them, there was a branch a little higher behind that one that they could lean back on and still sit comfortably and safely, and just ahead, there was a large opening in the leaves, giving a nice view of the woods and sky.

“He sure planned this out, didn’t he,” Mirai muttered to himself.

“Hey boo,” Cater sang after a while, his head finally popping into view, the flower crown swaying on his head.

Mirai chuckled as he watched Cater scoot over next to him.

“So what are we waiting for?” Mirai asked, swinging his feet.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?”

Mirai eyed him skeptically, but didn’t say anything.

Even with the sounds of the Backwoods, and its woodland lullaby, crickets chirping, owls hooting, and the rustling, it was still quiet up there in the tree. It was peaceful.

The wind blew a little harder, chilling the air as the leaves rustled in with the movement. Mirai shivered a bit, goosebumps covering his skin.

“You cold?” Cater asked, pulling a big orange throw from seeming nowhere, and draped it over himself. “Come here.”

Mirai slowly shuffled over into Cater’s embrace, taking his end of the blanket, closing it around himself. Cater held on end with his right hand and his other arm wrapped itself around Mirai’s waist. Mirai took the other end, doing the same. Mirai sighed, content. He liked being in Cater’s arms. He was big and warm, and he always had a clean crisp spicy scent to him. It lingered on his clothes, on his skin, and even his hair smelt like it.

“Thanks,” Mirai sighed.

“You’re welcome.”

Mirai closed his eyes, relaxing in Cater’s hold. He always felt safe with Cater, not like in a familial sense, but like every time Cater was near, it made Mirai want to hold on and never let go. Something about him was comforting, like a blanket of sorts, and Mirai didn’t know why.

There was movement beside him, and Mirai cracked open an eye and was met with the most delicious looking piece of cheesecake he had ever seen. Mirai’s words were caught in his throat as Cater held up a fork filled with cheesecake on the end, to Mirai’s lips.

“Want some?” Cater asked, cocking his head to the side with a knowing smile.

Mirai nodded excitedly, opening his mouth for the awaiting cake.

Cater chuckled, feeding the cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries, strawberry syrup and whipped cream.

“Is it good?” Cater asked.

“Yesh, ish goo,” Mirai said, mouth full of cake. Mirai swallowed before continuing, “How’d you know I liked this when I had just told you?”

Cater laughed, “Trey knew that you were the one I was doing this for, and added the cake in the end.”

Mirai laughed, wholeheartedly understanding where Cater was coming from. Trey always made small extra treats for those close to them, and Mirai had been on the receiving end multiple times before.

Cater cut another piece off with the fork, and brought it back to Mirai’s lips.

“Say ah,” Cater whispered fondly.

Mirai’s face flushed red, “A-Ah,”

“You’re so cute.”

Cater cut off another piece, making sure to gather some strawberry syrup and some whipped cream, and held it up to Mirai again.

Mirai opened his mouth, taking another piece.

Cater chuckled, making Mirai look at him skeptically.

“What?” Mirai asked, eyes narrowed.

“You got a little,” Cater trailed off, whipping a smattering of whipped cream from Mirai’s face. Mirai flushed in embarrassment.

“S-Sorry,” Mirai stuttered.

“You’re fine,” Cater said, waving Mirai off.

Mirai went to take another bite, when something caught his eye. He couldn’t make it out at first, but soon after, dozens, no, hundreds and hundreds of little gold lights filled up the skies.

“Lanterns,” Mirai gasped, almost choking on the forgotten cheesecake in his mouth.

They were beautiful, like little golden fireflies. Mirai loved the stars, but Mirai could say that they put them to shame, just this once.

“Cater! Look,” Mirai called pointing at the sky.

“The town east of here likes to release lanterns for special occasions,” Cater explained, chuckling, “Things like weddings, and the birth of their children all get a lantern. Gold means birth.”

“That’s nice. Back in Japan, I only visited once, but for new years and summer festivals, they light lanterns as well.”

“I guess we’re not so different after all.”

They sat in silence, watching the lanterns float across the night sky. The things like this, the subtle similarities like this were the things that made Mirai a little homesick.

A flash startled Mirai, he gasped looking over to Cater who had his phone to his face.

“I couldn’t resist. You looked so cute just now,” Cater gushed.

Mirai pouted.

“You’re so precious,” Cater whispered.

Mirai pouted again, face flushed as he laid his head on Carer’s shoulder.

Cater turned back to the sky, snapping pictures left and right. Once Cater was satisfied, he shut off the device and shoved it into his pocket.

Mirai looked back up at the sky, thoughts scrambling in his head. Mirai was confused. Why would Cater go out of his way to do this for him? Yeah they were friends, but not friends like Ace, Deuce, and Grim were. They didn’t hang out everyday or plan sleepovers and study sessions together. He only saw Cater in passing or at lunch. He had never done something like this before, so why now? What was there to gain out of being nice or friends with Mirai, not only was he two years below Cater in grade level, but also just the Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle.

Mirai sighed sitting up.

“What’s up?” Cater asked.

“Why, why are you doing this for me?” Mirai asked, looking up at Cater.

“What?”

“Why are you doing all of this for me? What is there to gain from doing all of this? You took me to this beautiful spot, made me food, taught me how to make a flower crown, and sat with me to see the lanterns. So why? Believe me when I say I am truly grateful for all of this, but why waste it all on me?”

Cater turned his head to his left to look at Mirai. There was an expression on Cater’s face that Mirai couldn’t read.

“You think I wanted something from you by doing all of this?” Cater asked, his voice sharp and cold.

Mirai realized that maybe his words may have come off harsh and empty, “N-No, it’s just, It’s just that we're not friends, and maybe there’s someone better you could’ve done this for.”

“We're not friends.” Cater repeated, voice distant.

“W-Wait, that didn’t, I didn't mean, I just-” Mirai shut himself up, sighing. “I just didn’t know you thought of me like that.”

There was a heavy silence, the both of them dejected and at loss of what to do now. What once was a serene atmosphere that made Mirai so warm, so happy, was now bitter and cold.

“What if I said I did this because I wanted to impress you?” Cater asked finally, his voice quiet.

“Impress me? Why?” Mirai asked, “I mean our first meeting wasn’t the best, but that’s long been dealt with. I think you’re a nice guy.”

“Is that all I am to you? A nice guy?”

Mirai didn’t get it. Why did he sound so hurt? Why was he going through such great lengths to impress him? He wasn’t anyone important, so why go through such great lengths. You could merely do a backflip and Mirai would be impressed, there was no need for all this pizazz.

“I mean yeah. You did all this for me, when you didn’t have to. You’ve helped me out before, and you’re very caring,” Mirai said.

Cater reached forward, running his hand up the side of Mirai’s face, fingers dancing over his cheek to up behind his ear, to where Cater held him on the back of his head, “What if I said I did all of this because I like you?”

“Y-You, you like me?” Mirai asked, befuddled.

“Yeah, a lot.”

“W-Why, why, why me? I’m not, I’m not, I’m just, I, why me?”

Mirai was so lost, he didn’t know what to say. How could anyone like him? He wasn’t, he wasn’t, anything. He just was Mirai.

“What do you mean why?” Cater asked.

“I’m, I’m not pretty, I’m not special, I can’t use magic, my grades are subpar, and I’m definitely not a good person. So why?” Mirai was rambling, he knew, and he was panicking, finding excuses to justify his own self doubt.

No one fell in love with Mirai, no one. He was the one to fall in love and get his heart broken time and time again. He was the one to crush on anyone who gave him nice words and nice smiles, anyone who treated him like a person, but in the end, it was a sore reminder of how unlovable he really was. No one fell in love with Mirai Yuhara.

“You are smart, you are strong, you are brave,” Cater said. “You’re nice, you were nice to me despite how I treated you in the beginning. You put up with my anitics, my energy, and you never once told me to leave you alone.”

“But that’s just-” Mirai began but Cater shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I know, I know I’m not organized or a cook like Trey, or smart like Riddle, and I know I’m no prince,” Cater said, voice soft, “And, and I know a lot of people perceive me as fake, frivolous, but I mean it when I say I like you. So please, please give me a chance, please.”

Mirai was stunned into silence. He didn’t know what to say or do after hearing all that, but he did know for sure that those words were genuine.

“Please give me a chance,” Cater pleaded again.

Mirai crumbled.

“Okay,” Mirai said, bowing his head, scrubbing at his eyes to stop the unshed tears from falling, “Okay.”

Cater pulled Mirai into his arms, holding him tight.

“I-Is it, is it too early to ask to kiss you,” Cater asked hesitantly.

“N-No,” Mirai muttered, his cheeks warming for an entirely different reason.

Mirai looked up at Cater, his eyes were tinged red, cheeks were flushed a deep red, his skin wet with tears, and Cater couldn’t think of anything more prettier than the boy in front of him. Cater carded his fingers through Mirai’s blonde locks, pulling his head up, so he could lean down and kiss him. Mirai whined when their lips met. Cater’s lips were soft and warm, and they tasted like lemonade and cherry chapstick.

Cater pulled back only to lean back in a second later. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the Prefect’s lips. Cater pulled at Mirai, trying to pull the Prefect closer to himself, like he was trying to merge their very being together, his thumbs softly caressing the blondes cheeks. That was nowhere near his first kiss, but to Mirai, this one might as well be. It wasn’t chaste, nor was it messy, but the feelings behind it were there, and sometime in all of that, the plate of Cheesecake clattered down through the branches to the ground below.

They both sighed when they pulled away, Cater pressing his forehead to Mirai’s.

“You taste sweet,” Cater mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of Mirai’s head, “and surprisingly, I don’t mind the taste.”

“Cater,” Mirai whined, flushing.

Cater chuckled, bringing his face back to Mirai’s, looking him in the eye.

“I like you,” Cater confessed, kissing Mirai’s cheek.

Mirai shied away from the affection, turning his head.

“Don’t hide,” Cater crooned, kissing Mirai’s jaw, to his ear, and down his neck.

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater chuckled, “You’re so cute.”

Mirai glared at Cater, although it didn’t look convincing with the blush staining his cheeks.

Cater laughed, kissing Mirai’s pouty lips, “But you are.”

“Am not,” Mirai shouted, embarrassed, “You, you are!”

Cater looked surprised, “Am I?”

“I’m serious! Your hair and the way you style it is cute, and so is your smile! The way you talk is cute, especially when you're excited about something! And, and your eyes are pretty!”

Cater smiled up to his eyes, all teeth.

“See,” Mirai yelled accusingly, “That! That right there!”

Cater laughed, holding Mirai's face again, “Your freckles are adorable, and so is your smile. Your eyes are so pretty, and your hair too, it’s so soft and feathery. I love the way you look when you blush, when you get really determined about something, when you get angry, and when you laugh.”

Mirai pouted again.

“I love your little pouty face, and they way your lips poke out when you do,” Cater said lovingly, racking a hand through Mirai’s bangs and the other thumbed at Mirai’s bottom lip.

Mirai’s eyes widened at the action.

“And I love your scars,” Cater whispered, kissing the scars on Mirai's left eye.

Mirai whimpered, grabbing Cater’s arms.

“Can I kiss you again?” Cater asked.

“Like you haven’t stolen a kiss from me already.”

Cater kissed Mirai again, and again, and again, and again. Mirai whined, and Cater sighed contently.

“I like you,” Cater chanted between kisses, “I like you, I like you, I like you.”

“I like you too.” Mirai said, kissing Cater back.

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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚! 📸✨

Grace finally has a Magicam account, and what better use for it than immortalizing their friendships?

.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ.

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I finally made an account!! First pic, tea party preparations with housewarden of Heartslabyul! 🌹🫖

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 LMAO? HE'S SUCH A PRUDE LOLL

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♠️ 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲_𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts dude you're aware that housewarden Rosehearts owns a magicam account right?

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮��𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 totes adorbs!! but kinda bummed u didn't pick me for such a cute pic idea... (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind Oh I'm so sorry!! I got so busy with preparations that it slipped my mind u_u; I'll save you a spot next time, promise!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ....okay so this MIGHT turn into a series. I pray to the Seven that Leona isn't active on magicam or else I'm migrating (he looks so peaceful tho, doesn't he?!)

🐺 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹__ Grace.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @jackhowl__ Jack...... 5 replies

🐆 𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 you owe me a deluxe cutlet sandwich now btw 😇

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I don't recall that being on our TOA?? 1 replies

🐰 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮_𝗻𝗽𝗰 ????? LEONA KINGSCHOLAR???? ISN'T THAT THE PREFECT WHAT. 1435 replies

🦁 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗺_𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟱𝟲𝟯𝟴𝟮𝟵𝟮𝟱𝟮 Sevens you narrow minded idiot.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is that literally fucking leona kingscholar 34572 replies

➻oh, except.... maybe they forgot one little detail...

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Decided to pay our octobuddy a little visit at the @mostrolounge this afternoon 🐙🍹What a face! (also, wow where did all of you come from?? Was Leona's sleeping visage that baffling of a prospect? ùᴗu,, actually, I'm now realizing that I hadn't even set this account to private...oops.)

🐬 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀.𝗮.𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘆 ahahah!! oh man look at his face! little shrimpy's got guts~

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 thanks for being the cameraman buddy ùᴗu ͙͘͡★ 7 replies

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 I'm surprised you didn't get ptsd just from walking into that room LMAO

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts hm okay how about you join me next time

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace no thank you <3

🐬 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲.𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵. hahah. how swift. perhaps i may join you one day to capture such riveting images. 3 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ok no I'm actually so invested we can't just move on from the fact that this guy showed up all of a sudden and just KNOWS Leona kingscholar personally?!?? 200 replies

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Another face cradled! And a dear friend hugged! Had a blast at this wonderful get-together in Scarabia dorm ☀️🏮🎇 I think I'm ready to sleep for a week though hahaha ^^;

☀️ 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗺✪ I'm so glad you came! I don't think I've had that much fun with friends in a while! You're always welcome whenever you feel like visiting 😊✨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @kalimalasim always!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME 1240 replies

🐍 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹_𝘃 There's still some leftovers if you'd like to take some for Grim. Or yourself, really. 2 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 oh okay so there's even MORE. why not. SURE. 212 replies

🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Nothing better than a long evening spent with the beauty queen himself @vilshoenheit. And look, he reciprocated! How sweet~ 💜✨ A wonderful idol, an even better friend.

👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁✪ How precious. Do take good care of that manicure.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 Wait, Grace, is this a private post?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 will do! 🤍 2304 replies

🍎 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗹_𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 man you're better than me, i can't stand a second doin any a this balderdash

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 your loss,, it's sooo relaxing 🙂‍↕️

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 YOU GUYS I CANT COPE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE 784 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is this guy some sorta undercover cop or sum?? how's he got all these crazy ass ties??

🏹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸 oh, là là... quelle beauté, the calm before the storm~

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Seems like I've been graced with this nice little picture from @0r1h0_shr0ud2 during a visit to Idia's dorm! No face hold unfortunately, but it's quite cute!🩵🤍 Very rare, it seems Idia has yet to realize the photo being taken ^o^. Peep the adorable little PreMo gacha figure I got for him...? 👀

🩵 𝟬𝗿𝟭𝗵𝟬_𝘀𝗵𝗿𝟬𝘂𝗱𝟮 I was so happy that you decided to stay and keep my brother company, Grace Alexander-san. Idia doesn't show it, but you really made his day!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @0r1h0_shr0ud2 awww! I'm always happy to spend time with you both! 🤍 3 replies

💙 𝗴𝗹𝟬𝟬𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 woah when was this?! you can't just spring such a rare event out of nowhere! delete, delete!!! 5 replies

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 oh my Seven!! you both look so dope! truly inspiring— and can we talk about how *adorbs* you look with that biscuit hanging from ur mouth?? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind brothaaaa keep this up and you'll be fighting off rumors for days LOL ùᴗu ahuahu

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace OH U WANNA HEAR ABOUT RUMORS??? HAHAH

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 Am I tweaking or is that like. *The* Idia Shroud from the family Shroud part of the largest technological pioneers in Twisted Wonderland. Or am I insane.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 this HAS to be a social experiment atp?? What in the world is this guy's power??? 467 replies

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 it felt almost special, leaving my vest off. Maybe it was the winter breeze. Tsunotaro helped me with his cape, though, despite my insistence. What a sweet personality! 💚🐉 We took a long walk through an abandoned woods, found some gorgeous gargoyles. To end my little series, I asked to hold him as well. He doesn't own a magicam account so I can't tag him... But at least he can keep the pictures :) Hurray! It ends! 🤍✨

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 THERE IS NOOOOO FUCKING WAY I REFUSE NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THIS IS AN EVIL PRANK WHAT WHAT WHATTTTATSYSYTHJDHJ WHO IS THIS GUYYYYYY 1204 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 OH YES DROP THE BOMB ON US WHY NOT. OKAY. THREE OTHER CELEBS WEREN'T ENOUGH I GUESS. 762 replies

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HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WAS SO EXHAUSTING BUT SO FUN TO MAKE !!! 🩷🤍🩷✨✨ Also pls don't look too hard at the numbers ik a lot of them are wrong I'm sleep deprived and high on 3 monster cans 🤍

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bananahkim · 7 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland icons!

Heartslabyul

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Pomefiore

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eldritch-alicedoll · 7 months ago

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his princess sketch version

Since I make it for my portfolio so I want to post my sketch hehe

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telephoniii · 4 months ago

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REALLY…HIM?

☆彡 in which professor trein judges your relationship with the NRC boys

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, Trein is your father figure, established relationship, possible OOC

A/N: life’s getting pretty hectic so i’m sorry if my upload schedule slows down. i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Can’t say he’s surprised, just disappointed. It makes sense; he was one of your first friends. However, that doesn’t make him any less troublesome. Despite being a first-year, Ace is one of the biggest slackers and troublemakers on campus— much to Trein’s dismay. His main worry is that Ace will poorly influence you. He’s already seeing it with the two of you getting a crazy amount of detentions and scoldings for unthinkable reasons. You’ve got it rough already being from another world, you don’t need a devil on your shoulder convincing you to get into all kinds of trouble. It’s a real shame said devil is your boyfriend. He’ll allow the relationship and all will seem swell. Little do you know that he pulled Ace aside and had a long chat.

deuce spade

A fine pick; Trein is neither severely impressed nor disappointed. He doesn’t think Deuce is too bad, but he believes you could do better. Deuce will need to somehow prove himself to Trein. On the outside, Trein looks like he absolutely hates his guts. His eyes are always staring at Deuce with this sharp look and it gets the card soldier real nervous real fast. In reality, it’s just Trein keeping a closer eye on him + his RBF. He’s relatively neutral on the first year, yet Deuce is fully convinced that his professor wants to set him on fire.

cater diamond

Trein is very annoyed with your choice. He doesn’t like Cater’s social media addiction and would much rather have you hit the books than scrolling through Magicam. Not to mention, he feels as though something about Cater’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a facade, and doesn’t trust him around you. Cater finds Trein scary, but he’s not as intimidated as Deuce. As he does with Ace, Trein takes Cater to have a talk, and—surprisingly— his opinions on the third year improve. He doesn’t fully like him, but he’ll tolerate Cater more so than beforehand. Cater also offers to help Trein make a social media account; it’s cute yet chaotic all the same watching them bond.

trey clover

Before Trein can form a solid thought on Trey, the vice housewarden is subtly trying to win his favor. Trey knows how about his father-like connection to you and immediately shapes up. He gifts Trein different pastries and learns which ones he’s partial to. What really wins the professor over is when Trey starts volunteering to help clean his classroom after class. Trein won’t even know the two of you are already together and he’ll make comments around you like, “That Clover boy is real nice…” Needless to say, Trein approves of Trey long before he finds out you both are in a relationship.

riddle rosehearts

Trein immediately scowls when he hears the news of your relationship. You’d think he’d approve due to Riddle’s intellect and dutiful behavior. Admittedly, Trein does like that about Riddle. But he despises the boy’s bursts of anger, finding them childish and unfitting for a future mage. He’s seen the housewarden go berserk on one too many students and doesn’t trust he won’t do the same to you. Trein doesn’t want you walking on eggshells around your own partner. This is another one who’ll have to prove themselves to Trein. Riddle will be upset when he hears of Trein’s low opinion of him, but gets a surge of motivation to convince him otherwise. You’ll find Riddle working even harder on his studies than before you didn’t even think that was possible in hopes of gaining Trein’s favor. He’ll eventually get it. I imagine that Riddle does some small, heroic deed for you that really shows his love, and Trein just so happens to be passing by and sees it. Once your unofficial official father in Twisted Wonderland gets along with Riddle, expect to be nagged about missing assignments and homework a WHOLE LOT.

jack howl

Similar to Trey, he immediately knows about your bond with Trein. Instead of trying to win over the professor, Jack takes a more blunt approach. He goes straight to his desk after class and tells him about your relationship, being upfront about his feelings towards you. Trein respects it. He thinks that Jack has more guts than most on campus and trusts him to protect you. He’s quite supportive of the relationship, acting as a mentor for the both of you. You can catch him watching the two of you with a tiny smile, murmuring something along the lines of, “Young love.” The two of you remind him of his own marriage with his late wife. It makes him sentimental in a way.

ruggie bucchi

A BIG 180 FROM JACK. Trein thinks this guy is sleazy. Ruggie couldn’t care less in the beginning, finding it funny to practically hang off your shoulder while Trein stared daggers into him. Then it started to seep in that it may or may not be important to get Trein’s approval for a long-term relationship with you. That’s when he gets his act together and completely starts sucking up to Trein. He’ll help out with paperwork, errands, cleaning up, etc! All for free! much to his dismay All Ruggie asks for in return is Trein’s support for your relationship. He catches Trein by surprise with how well his work ethic is. The lengths the hyena goes to for you ends up leaving the professor impressed.

leona kingscholar

Professor Trein is both surprised and disappointed. Now how did this happen? He didn't think Kingscholar was capable of being nice to anyone, let alone get into a whole relationship. Well, he bugs you to tell your boyfriend to start showing up to class. He’s not exactly happy with you dating a huge slacker like him, but Trein knows that Leona is a smart boy. Brash and not his first pick, sure, but he wouldn’t play with your heart or rope you into anything stupid. He trusts Kingscholar to protect you. But if he starts seeing you begin to skip class— which is going to happen, Leona’s going to make you do it at least once— he’ll pull YOU aside and give you an earful. Tough love, unfortunately.

floyd leech

Hell no. All the red blaring flags. Now why would you go and do that? Really? Out of EVERYONE? You bet your bottoms Trein is actively speaking out against your relationship every single time he sees you. He doesn't even want to try to talk to Floyd. Trein is convinced you are addicted to getting in trouble and lets out the biggest old man sigh. Is there any way Floyd can win the professor’s favor? Probably not. And if there was a way, would Floyd even do it? Big fat no. Floyd thinks it is hilarious that Professor Trein disapproves, upping his affections around him with that toothy grin of his. And if you guys have a class together that Trein teaches? Chaos. Expect a lot of paper balls to be thrown at you.

jade leech

��Are you okay??” Is the first thing Trein asks when you tell him you and Jade are in a relationship. Doesn't exactly trust the boy, but Jade tends to behave around him. The professor has always seen him being picture-perfect whenever he’s around which is 100% suspicious, but Trein doesn't have any solid reasons to disapprove. Jade, like his brother, finds the whole situation very amusing. He’s always figuring out new ways to appear like the ‘ideal boyfriend’ to Trein. If he ever talks to the professor he’ll slip in a comment like, “I never disappoint, trust me” and it makes Trein distrust him even more.

azul ashengrotto

Now what bet did you lose for this to have happened? At least Ashengrotto is a star student, you need to hang out around more of those in his opinion. After confirming that, “No, no bet was lost,” and “No, he’s not paying for my love,” Trein was pretty alright with it. The Monstro Lounge is a student-ran organization, it's clear from that the young boy is capable and responsible. He just keeps a very, very close eye on you two. The last thing Trein wants is for Azul to take advantage of you since— knowing him— he seems like the type to do so. Expect frequent questions of “How’s your relationship going?” and “He’s treating you right, right?” Azul is going to get asked to stay after class to talk. Trein then proceeds to threaten lecture him on how to properly treat your lover. He just wants to make sure you don't get wrapped up in one of those contracts he’s heard about. Azul has quite the track record.

kalim al asim

Automatically assumes you’re dating him for the money and begins to ramble about how you should marry for love. Tells you about his late wife and how much he loved her— it is so sweet I'm actually crying. That's the kind of love he wants you to have. You’ve got to reassure him that, “Yes, my certified father figure, I do love him very much and I’m not just in it for the money.” After that talk, he finds the relationship sweet but kind of concerning. Kalim is a nice boy but severely naive and, frankly, incompetent. Trein starts to go a little harder on Kalim in class, not that he was going easy anyway. He scrutinizes the essays he turns in and chastises him for missing an assignment. As he watches you kiss Kalim on the cheek after getting an A, Trein can only sigh and think, “He’s lucky he’s rich.”

jamil viper

Trein’s pretty okay with him. He’s a level-headed guy with passable grades and the title of a vice housewarden. However, the professor did hear about his Overblot and does think that there's more beneath the surface. He doesn't judge him for his Overblot, no. But Trein does keep a closer eye on him to make sure he isn't scheming anything involving you. The professor also tries to push him to do better academically. He’s heard from you about how smart Jamil truly is and can see his potential, so he tries to get him to stop holding back. Jamil is a little appreciative of it and respects Trein as your father figure, but still isn't a fan of sticking out. Nor does he plan on giving into Trein’s attempts.

epel felmier

Is fine with the relationship at first. He was polite, soft-spoken, and a part of Pomfiore. Most students belonging to that dorm are pompous, but respectful nonetheless. Then Epel’s true nature comes out and Trein is constantly reprimanding him for horseplay. It's kinda funny how surprised Trein is by Epel’s country toughness. The professor definitely had his suspicions— nobody at NRC is innocent, he’s learned every student here has some sort of dark side— but he definitely wouldn't have expected this. A part of Trein actually prefers him like this. You are dating someone with a backbone who will defend you. He encourages Epel to be himself around him, promising a judgment-free area. They get along pretty well surprisingly, with Trein being a sort of mentor to him. Overall, very sweet and Trein approves.

rook hunt

In the most blunt way possible, Trein tells you, “Your boyfriend weirds me out.” He thinks Rook is an oddball for sure. No way around it. Is half convinced Rook is stalking him. Because he is. When you explained to your boyfriend about the bond you had with Professor Trein, he got way too intrigued and ended up ‘watching’ Trein like he does to Leona. It's not until the professor makes a passing comment about being paranoid that he’s being watched that you realized, “Oh shit my boyfriends stalking you.” You don't say that to him— you don't want Rook getting in trouble. So you settle on having a really long talk with Rook about it who reassures you he’d never disturb your father figure or the absolutely beautiful bond between the two of you. He still worries you sometimes when he goes missing and randomly reappears by walking out of Trein’s classroom.

vil schoenheit

Trein worries that Vil won’t make the time for you. He’s aware that Schoenheit is a busy boy as he’s missed his class plentiful in the past. He’ll make Vil stay after class for a little to talk to him about it, giving him a fatherly warning about being ready to fully commit to a relationship and the time it takes to manage one. Vil is, admittedly, insulted that Trein doubts his ability to wholeheartedly love you but takes it in stride. He sees this as a sign to up his game in the romance department and properly does so, dedicating more time to pampering you. The professor expresses his concerns to his coworker, Crewel, who talks his ear off about how much of a “good pup” Vil is and that he won't disappoint. Trein can’t help but agree when he spots you walking into class looking more freshened with slight makeup on and a new hair-do that Vil definitely did for you.

idia shroud

Once you break the news to Trein, he immediately asks to meet with Idia one-on-one. The blue-haired student rarely shows up to class! And that iPad isn't going to cut it forever! He needs to be able to size him up in person. Idia, naturally, is scared to death. At first, he immediately declines, insisting that they don't really need to meet up, the whole idea is stupid, and it’ll be fine if he stays right there in his room. Then you sit down with him and tell him how important Trein is to you and… sigh You landed a natural 20 on the dice of persuasion. Idia can’t believe he's doing this. You’re beside him the whole time as he stutters in front of Trein. Is Trein impressed? No, not at all. Yet your confidence in the Shroud and constant praise is reassuring. The professor’s going to make you force Idia into showing up in person in class. His attendance rivals Leona's.

sebek zigvolt

Doesn't really care for Sebek despite the first year's desperate attempts at trying to impress him. Sebek lost him after he started talking about Malleus when Trein asked about you. Ever since then, it’s just been him trying to win him back to no prevail. Kinda sad to watch. He’ll be the biggest gentleman ever: rushing to doors to open them for Trein, scrubbing his whole classroom for him from top to bottom, and yelling at other students to be quiet— though he was pretty much doing that before you two even got together. But every time Sebek gets close to winning the professor’s favor, he ends up going on a tangent about how amazing his liege is, and we're back at square one. You’ve got to rub him on the back and kiss him on the cheek while telling him, “Trein will come around one day!” Even if that day never comes.

silver

Not a fan. He’s witnessed Silver fall asleep in his class one too many times and thinks it's disrespectful. Once you tell Silver, he’s upset as it's not exactly something he can change, but will put in extra effort not only in Trein’s class but in all his classes. He studies with you beside him so you can prevent him from falling asleep when you see him get all drowsy-eyed. Trein immediately takes note of Silver’s hard work and grit as the boy passes his class with flying colors while asking if there’s anything he could do to help him after hours. It's only when he hears from his fellow teachers that Silver has been doing exceptionally well is he actually impressed. Afterwards, Trein will start being more understanding of Silver’s constant sleeping. He won't be any less strict, but he won’t lay into him for it as hard as before since learning it's out of Silver’s control. Trein thinks rather positively of your relationship, comparing it to the ones in the fairytales.

lilia vanrouge

A bit disturbed, to say the least. Lilia is older than him after all. Trein tried to keep a close eye on the two of you, but Lilia always caught him and pursued a staring match. Trein was always the first to look away. Lilia finds it entertaining. He tries to play tiny tricks on the professor, but you stop him at the very last minute. You sit down and try to explain that you deeply care about Trein and, by extension, what Trein thinks of him. Lilia proceeded to suggest that he brings Trein some cookies to win him over to which you immediately say no. Honestly, I don’t see Trein really ever warming up to Lilia. He just pretends the old bat doesn't exist and isn't your boyfriend. Lilia finds that incredibly funny while you're dying inside.

malleus draconia

The fact you were able to get close to the Draconia is an impressive feat to Trein. However, future ruler of Briar Valley or not, he intends to make sure that Malleus treats you right. Right when you tell Malleus that Trein is basically your father, the fae goes straight to the professor, confesses to him about your relationship, and swears to take good care of you with this ominous tone. Trein isn’t very fond of Malleus at first, struggling to decipher whether or not that introduction was genuine. It isn't until you go to him after class, gushing about the late-night walk you went on with Malleus yesterday and shoving cute little polaroid photos in his face does Trein begin to trust the fae. He makes sure to scold you for not being asleep at that time, yes, but he stares at one of the photographs for way too long, imagining you and Malleus as him and his late wife for a moment. A small smile appears on his face. However, he can’t help but think that the two of you are down a similar path; the happiest marriage ever, kids, and one lover outliving the other. A tragedy, but he’ll let you enjoy it while it lasts just like he did. As long as you’re happy.

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sheepwater · 1 month ago

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eeeeehhh???? heartslabyul in cookie run!!?? waaaa??!! (I still haven't played cookie run lol)

also I revised caters design cuz i realized it didnt rlly make sence before lol

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#my art #twisted wonderland #twst fanart #art #twst art #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #crk #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #twst x crk #sheep's crk

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dior-luxury · 26 days ago

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You Being Super Oblivious Of Them Flirting With You

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff/light romance - no prns .

- [𝐜𝐡.] 3rd years

- [𝐩:𝐬] slow burn . one-sided pinning (resolved) . light comedy . mild suggestiveness . teasing/banter . slight jealousy

Note: I sat down to write cute flirty headcanons and instead accidentally wrote all of these guys having a romantic breakdown in about their crush being so oblivious about the flirting. 💀 Then I thought they where good and just decided to go with that as the prompt!

Trey Clover

It had been going on for weeks.

Subtle, harmless gestures at first—sharing his homemade treats, seeking you out in the hallways between classes, and always making sure there was a spare seat beside him at Heartslabyul’s long, rose-lined table. You always took it. Smiling up at him, laughing at his jokes, even leaning against his shoulder sometimes when the evenings stretched long and drowsy under the golden canopy of dusk.

And yet.

You were completely, utterly oblivious.

“You’re really good at baking, Trey,” you complimented one day as he handed you a small, ribbon-tied box of matcha-flavored sweets, his personal recipe he never shared. You bit into one, eyes lighting up in delight. “I don’t know how someone like you is still single.”

Trey blinked.

“...Someone like me?”

“Yeah! Tall, dependable, cute smile—you’re like...dad boyfriend material.”

If he had been drinking tea, he might’ve choked.

Dad boyfriend material?!

Despite the polite, affable smile he wore, a faint twitch of disbelief rippled across his temple. Trey had dropped so many hints—letting you taste frosting off his finger in the kitchen, gently brushing your hair out of your eyes when you leaned too close to the oven, even calling you “sweetheart” under his breath when you dozed off during a study session.

And yet, here you were. Thinking he was some domestic teddy bear.

The final straw came during a Heartslabyul tea party, when you reached over to wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth with your thumb, completely unaware of how red his ears turned.

“You’re always such a mess after eating cake,” you scolded gently.

“You do realize,” he said slowly, looking into your eyes with a rare, unreadable intensity, “that I only ever bring you the first slice.”

“Huh? I just thought I was lucky!” you grinned.

That did it.

He leaned in, lowering his voice as he caged you between the chair and the hedge behind. His gloved hand gently tipped your chin up. “I’ve been flirting with you for months,” he murmured. “How much more obvious do I have to be, shortcake?”

Your mouth dropped open. “Wha—wait, what?!”

Trey laughed softly, finally letting his forehead rest against yours, the tension melting into something warm, golden, and soft. “I swear, you’re sweeter than my tarts and twice as dense.”

Cater Diamond

“Okay, I give up,” Cater announced dramatically, collapsing face-down on the common room couch. “I’ve tried everything, and they still don’t get it.”

From behind his phone screen, he peeked at you sitting nearby, nose buried in a magazine, completely unaware of his suffering.

It had started as a game at first—light teasing, exaggerated winks, the occasional compliment laced with glittering charm.

“Looking good today, babe~” he’d say, snapping a selfie of the two of you while slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks, Cater! You look amazing too, as always!”

But you always said it like a friend. With zero hesitation, zero fluster, zero realization. You treated his affection like background noise—a quirk of his personality.

Even when he’d rested his head in your lap after a long day and looked up at you with dreamy, sleepy eyes and whispered, “You’d make a perfect boyfriend, y'know... if you’d let me,” you just chuckled and patted his hair.

“Aw, Cater, that’s sweet. You’d be a great boyfriend for someone, definitely.”

Someone.

SOMEONE.

He practically screamed into his pillow when he got back to his dorm that night.

Every day since then had been a desperate escalation. He started bringing you your favorite snacks, styling your hair for fun, sending you good morning texts with pet names like “sunshine” or “my star.” You responded with gifs. Gifs.

Finally, in a move of last-ditch desperation, he planned the boldest romantic gesture he could think of.

Cater rented out the photo booth in town, the one with the glitter backgrounds and soft lighting. He dragged you inside under the pretense of wanting “a bestie shoot,” and waited for the moment the countdown began.

Three…

Two…

One—

He turned, cupped your face, and kissed your cheek.

Click. Flash.

You blinked at him.

“Cater?? What was that for?”

He stared.

“No, seriously. Are you okay? Did you think I was sad or something? You can talk to me, y’know.”

Cater threw his hands up and groaned.

“You’re the one I like!! You! Not as a friend, not as a selfie buddy, not as a human pillow—I like you, you dense little cinnamon bun!”

Your eyes widened. “Wait. Are you flirting with me?”

He looked like he aged five years in five seconds.

“Yes. YES, BABE. That’s what the last four months were. Flirting. Full-throttle, heart-eyes, rom-com level flirting!”

“…Oh.”

A pause. Then, sheepishly:

“So… wanna take another photo? This time, maybe I kiss you on the lips?”

Cater blinked at your soft smile and the way your hand found his.

And just like that, every ounce of frustration melted into sparkly euphoria. “Oh my Seven,” he whispered with a grin. “Finally.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was not a man known for patience. In fact, most of the time, he prided himself on getting what he wanted with the least amount of effort. He was sharp, cunning, and confident enough to know that most people would bend over backward just to get a sliver of his attention. So when he set his sights on you—you, with your soft laugh, bright eyes, and completely clueless smile—he assumed it would be easy.

It wasn’t.

It started small. He’d lounge in the botanical gardens where he knew you always came to study. He made sure to growl off anyone else who might sit nearby, leaving the two of you in your own little secluded corner. He'd toss you the occasional compliment, his voice lazy and low.

“Tch. That look suits you, herbivore. Finally got some style.”

You’d blink at him with that warm, clueless grin. “Oh? Thanks, Leona. My friend helped me pick this outfit.”

He resisted the urge to growl. Again.

Then he escalated. He’d sit closer—closer than anyone would consider “just friends.” He'd drop hints laced with suggestion, his amber eyes narrowing when you remained oblivious. He once even played with your hair, idly running his fingers through it while you yawned and continued taking notes on magical herbology.

It got to the point where Ruggie cornered you in the hallway, shaking his head in disbelief. “You seriously don’t get it? He’s basically marking his territory every time you’re near!”

“Huh? Leona? Nah, he’s just... touchy sometimes.”

Leona nearly tore his textbooks in half when he heard that.

The final straw came one warm afternoon when you plopped down beside him under the shade of a sprawling tree. You smiled and passed him a snack you'd made, and Leona, in a bold move of desperation and hunger for your attention, leaned down and bit into it directly from your hand, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

You just blinked and said, “You must’ve been really hungry!”

Leona threw himself backward into the grass with a groan, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Seven hells, you’re dense,” he muttered.

“Huh?”

He sat up again, eyes narrowed, voice husky. “Do I need to spell it out for you, herbivore? I’m not just hanging around you ‘cause I’m bored. I’m trying to get you to notice me.”

You tilted your head, confused. “But I do notice you…”

“No,” he growled, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, tugging you closer. “Notice me. As in, I want you. You. Me. Together. You seriously didn’t get that?”

You froze. And then it hit you like a freight train. The closeness, the compliments, the touches, the possessiveness—

“Oh... OH.”

Leona smirked, fangs glinting in the sun. “Took you long enough.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was always graceful, always poised, always in control. He calculated every step, every glance, every smile. So naturally, when he decided to pursue you, he did it with the same precision he applied to a stage performance or a red-carpet event. Subtle glances, gentle compliments, a brush of his fingers across your shoulder. It was a slow-burning courtship that he expected would sweep you off your feet.

But instead?

Nothing.

Nothing but your charming smile and occasional, completely unbothered “Thank you, Vil!” or “You’re so sweet!” before skipping off to your next class.

He chalked it up to modesty at first. Maybe you were shy. Maybe you wanted to play hard to get. But by week three, when he sent you a handpicked bouquet of enchanted roses and you gave them to Professor Trein’s cat because “it matched her fur,” Vil nearly fainted on the spot.

So, he got bolder.

One afternoon, he strode into your dorm’s common room while you were curled up on a couch with a book. Wordlessly, he slipped beside you and sat right in your lap, settling as gracefully as ever, legs crossed, arm lazily draped around your shoulders.

You blinked. “Are you tired? You can sit here as long as you need.”

Vil’s eye twitched.

“Tired? No, darling, I wanted to sit somewhere comfortable and charming. Surely you understand the appeal.” He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear. “Or is my lap too forward for your delicate sensibilities?”

You laughed lightly. “Nope! You’re light. I didn’t even notice the weight. Kinda like a cat. A really fashionable one.”

Fashionable cat?!

Vil nearly stood up right then and there, scandalized. But no—he took a deep breath. Composure. Poise.

Until you reached up and started patting his head.

“You’re so pretty, Vil. I hope I can be as pretty as you one day.”

“…I’m not trying to be ‘pretty like you,’ I’m trying to be yours,” he hissed in exasperation, face dangerously close to yours.

You blinked again. “Wait… what?”

Vil’s patience finally snapped like a taut ribbon.

“For the love of all that is radiant—I have been flirting with you for months. I’ve complimented you, made time for you, bought you gifts, and now I am literally sitting on your lap! What more must I do? Wear a sign that says ‘I want to be yours’?”

You gaped at him.

“…I thought you were just naturally dramatic.”

Vil groaned, burying his face in your neck. “You’ll be the death of me.”

You awkwardly wrapped your arms around him, finally catching on. “Wait, so… you like me?”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, expression softening ever so slightly. “I more than like you. But you, sweet potato, are so hopelessly dense.”

You laughed nervously, cheeks burning. “I’m really sorry… but, um… I like you too. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.”

Vil huffed, but a genuine smile curled on his lips. “Well, you’re mine now. And you’ll never be oblivious again, because I won’t give you the chance to miss it.”

Rook Hunt

To Rook, this was a challenge—a delicious, exquisite one.

He was well aware of how utterly unaware you were. The first time he realized, it was during archery club. He complimented the way your arms flexed as you pulled the bowstring, his tone sultry, his gaze locked on you like you were his prey.

You grinned and said, “Haha, thanks! I’ve been working out my shoulders. Good for posture!”

He tilted his head, lips curled in amusement. “Ah, ma colombe, you are truly a creature of mystery~”

But instead of giving up, Rook only doubled down. He started leaving flowers at your desk with poetic notes—sometimes with metaphors so thick they practically screamed “I am in love with you!”

You just thought it was a Rook thing.

“You’re so sweet! You write such beautiful stuff. Have you thought of joining the poetry club?”

Poetry club…?! Mon dieu, I am baring my soul!

He even tried the "accidental touch" method—fingers brushing yours when passing a book, hands lingering too long during sparring practice. Yet you never reacted with more than a casual smile and a “You okay?”

And Rook? He found it thrilling.

“This unawareness… this resistance… c’est magnifique!” he whispered one day, watching you from the balcony like a Shakespearean ghost. “You are like a doe in the forest, unaware of the eyes that follow you in reverent adoration…”

The final straw was when he kissed the back of your hand under the moonlight after walking you to your dorm. With an air of mystery and drama, he looked into your eyes and murmured, “Bonsoir, ma lumière…”

You giggled. “Wow, you really should join the drama club. That delivery was incredible.”

Rook clutched his chest like he’d been shot, but he was laughing too. Of course. Of course you didn’t get it.

But that just made him want you more.

“I shall make it my mission to pierce through the veil of innocence that blinds you, mon trésor,” he declared to the stars. “You will see me—not as a friend, not as a fellow student—but as the man who has adored you all this time.”

Idia Shroud

It was exhausting trying to flirt with someone who didn’t even realize you were the final boss in their dating sim.

Idia never considered himself bold—not IRL, anyway. Most of his romantic experience came from watching his OTPs go through slow-burn arcs in visual novels or tragic anime love stories. But when it came to you, he was trying. Like, genuinely. In his own glitchy, socially awkward way.

He’d wait outside your classroom “totally coincidentally” with his tablet in hand, acting like he wasn’t tracking your class schedule to the minute. He even upgraded Ortho’s AI recognition software just to find excuses to walk past you more often. He quoted romantic lines from his favorite games to you, hoping you’d get it—but every single time?

You’d just blink. Smile. Nod like he was being cute.

“Oh, that line was so poetic! Is that from a movie or something?”

“B-bro that’s from Stellar Lust IV! The confession scene where the star-crossed lovers reunite under a dying moon! Are you seriously not…? Nvm.”

One afternoon, he got bold. He invited you to his room. That alone should’ve been a confession—no one entered his sacred gaming lair unless they had maximum trust level.

He cleared off a place on the bed, installed RGB mood lighting, even had anime OSTs playing softly in the background. He hyped himself up for weeks for this. He was going to drop a flirt so obvious, even a level 1 NPC could read it.

“So, u-uh, you ever wonder what it’d be like to… y’know… date a genius tech prince who could hack into the city grid just to turn all the traffic lights green for you?”

You tilted your head. “That sounds dangerous… but also kind of cool? Is this part of your new game concept?”

He.exe stopped working.

The blue flames of his hair turned pink for half a second before sizzling back.

He mumbled something incoherent and turned back to his computer, pulling his hoodie so far over his head he looked like a turtle. “N-no, yeah, that was just… haha… worldbuilding...”

He’d keep trying though. One day, he’d craft a cutscene so perfect, even you couldn’t ignore the affection coded into every line.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was not used to being ignored. Or overlooked. Or, heaven forbid—misunderstood. He was the Crown Prince of Briar Valley, the most feared and powerful student on campus. And yet, here he was, casting ancient spells to conjure glowing roses and coaxing fireflies into hearts over your tea cup—only for you to respond with:

“Wow, Malleus! You always make things so aesthetic!”

He blinked. "Aesthetic?"

“Yeah! Super vibey. You should be a party planner.”

He nearly short-circuited.

This had been happening for weeks. He’d memorized your schedule, just so he could “coincidentally” be where you were. He’d offer to walk you home under the stars, hoping for soft-spoken confessions—but you only asked him if he thought raccoons had hierarchies in their little trash kingdoms.

...You were enchanting. But you were driving him mad.

One day, after finding yet another love poem he’d slipped into your book returned with grammar corrections (you thought he was practicing his prose), he decided on something bold. Direct. Unmistakable.

“Child of man,” Malleus said one twilight evening as you both sat beneath a tree, “if I were to tell you that my heart beats differently in your presence, that the night air tastes sweeter when you laugh—what would you say?”

You tilted your head, thinking. “I’d say you have a really poetic way of saying you like hanging out.”

“I do not merely like hanging out,” he said slowly, brow twitching. “I wish to court you.”

You stared. “Like… on trial?”

“…Romantically.”

“Ohhhh.”

Silence.

“Wait, me?!”

Malleus closed his eyes and inhaled. Patience. He could wait a thousand years more. But hopefully not.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia Vanrouge had seen centuries of war, peace, love, loss—and yet nothing, nothing, had prepared him for the sheer unshakable obliviousness that was you.

It started innocently enough.

He’d toss a wink your way whenever he passed by in the hallway. He brought you little trinkets from the village during his off-campus ventures—flowers woven into chains, sweets with hearts drawn on the wrappers, one time even a hairpin shaped like a bat. You had smiled and thanked him with the kind of radiant purity that could blind a mortal man. And then you tucked the bat hairpin in your pencil case.

Your pencil case. Like he was a math worksheet and not a 700+ year old fae trying to court you.

Still, he found it endearing. You were cute in a way that made his ageless heart ache, and he loved a challenge. So he tried harder.

“You know,” he drawled one afternoon, leaning over your shoulder with a voice like velvet, “in my youth, a suitor might serenade their beloved beneath the moonlight.”

“That’s sweet,” you said, eyes on your textbook. “Did they ever get noise complaints?”

He blinked. “...Noise complaints?”

“Well, if it was late and they were singing outside someone’s window… I bet a lot of people weren’t exactly swooning.”

For a moment, Lilia just stared at you. And then he burst out laughing, so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye.

“You are either brilliantly teasing me,” he chuckled, “or heartbreakingly naive.”

You smiled at him, not understanding in the slightest.

The final straw came when he invited you for a midnight flight—romantic, intimate, just the two of you soaring above the moon-drenched trees. You screamed with laughter and clung to him the entire way, yelling about how cool it was and how friends like him were the best.

“Friends,” Lilia repeated afterward, voice soft and low as you happily ate the little picnic he’d prepared.

You looked up. “Yeah. I’m lucky to have you.”

He sighed with a small, defeated smile, but his eyes were warm. “The luck,” he murmured, “is all mine, dear.”

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tartppola · 1 month ago

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happy april foolz

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #heartslabyul #chiikawa

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kenchann · 3 months ago

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some lil bits of aces dream that i like

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pomefioredove · 3 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends forever

summary: a beaded competition for yuu's affections type of post: drabbles characters: all students additional info: platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, based on an ask I got a while ago, fluffy, predictable sappy ending

Word travels fast at Night Raven College.

Gossip, secrets, whispers exchanged in the darkened halls, from student to professor, to professor to ghost, to student again.

The Ramshackle Prefect was beaming, bright as the dawn itself on Monday morning, a string of blue plastic beads on one arm. They seldom smiled so much, and for good reason- but Monday, they were glowing, holding out their wrist, and telling anyone who would listen about the gift their "best friend" had given them. It was an enthralling sight.

Deuce Spade, the poor, sweet boy, had become patient zero.

Word travels faster at Night Raven College when it's about the Prefect.

Deuce Spade had claimed title of best friend with a string and sixteen translucent plastic beads, something that made Ace Trappola itch. He didn't care! He didn't! Of course, he stayed up all night, trying and failing and trying again, to tie the tiny knot on a black-and-red beaded bracelet. But that didn't mean he cared!

It's on your arm, right above Deuce's, on Tuesday.

"Thank you, Ace!" you had smiled, announcing it to the entire unbirthday party. "You really are my best friend!"

Ace looked over his shoulder to smugly grin at his dormmates. "Aww, this old thing? It's nothing, just thought your wrist looked a little lonely with only one,"

It was a rather strange sight: the housewarden of Heartslabyul, his scepter and crown set to the side, his back hunched as he strung black, red, and gold beads over his desk that night. Riddle Rosehearts marched over to you first thing in the morning, set his bracelet in your waiting palm, and marched away, his face redder than his hair.

Trey Clover had forgotten all about homework, promising Deuce two week's worth of dish duty in exchange for beads and string. Forest green and black. He was too shy to give it to you himself, and left it at your doorstep in a basket of tea leaves and leftover tart. It smells of vanilla.

Cater Diamond made sure to snap a pic of his bracelet on your arm, black, red, and orange beads, with his and your initials right next to each other. "#BFFs #besties"

His Magicam story was viewed over 6,000 times.

...Mostly by the same people, over and over.

Ruggie Bucchi had a different take on the situation. See, he didn't have the kinda cash to spend on beads and string and fancy charms, and so you wore a striking dandelion crown to your classes on Thursday morning.

Jack Howl braided you a simple, brown-stringed band to wear on your wrist or ankle or wherever you liked it. You had told him you loved it, rumor said.

Then, all came to a halt.

Word spread that Leona Kingscholar had tried gifting you an expensive, golden-beaded bracelet from his home, (one that would haven taken up half your forearm), and you had refused it. You couldn't possibly accept such a nice gift, you said.

You would, as it seemed, only accept handmade friendship bracelets.

Kalim al-Asim kept Jamil Viper up all night, weaving and unweaving, beading and unbeading, doing and redoing and redoing again, until he had perfected your friendship bracelet in all colors of the rainbow. Little did he know that Jamil had already given you one that afternoon. It smelled of spices, giving away the fact that he had made it in between cooking meals.

Azul Ashengrotto told his staff he was taking a morning off to study, went to the beach, and collected shells in every shape and color. He strung them on black fishing line, and smiled as he gave them to you, free of charge. "Just something to remember me by when I'm away," he said, his face redder than it felt.

Floyd Leech had started one, but became bored of the tedious beading after ten minutes and decided to dedicate his next basketball win to you instead. Jade Leech finished it, and, while his brother was distracted, lined the teal-and-black striped beads with mushroom-shaped charms.

Vil Schoenheit never half-asses anything, friendship bracelet or not. He would do most anything to hear those sweet words of thanks on your lips (not that he'd admit it), even if that means taking hours out of his busy schedule to dye white yarn in wine and weave it with his gilded initials and red, bejeweled hearts. He likes seeing himself on you.

Rook Hunt, ever the nonconformist, fashions you a necklace out of broken bow strings and an arrowhead from his favorite quiver. He puts it on you himself, his fingers brushing against your throat and lingering on the back of your neck for a moment too long, as if enjoying the feeling of your heartbeat.

But Epel Felmier outdoes them all.

For on Friday morning, you come to class with a bracelet of lavender-painted wooden beads, his initials carved into the soft oak, and he comes in wearing the same bracelet, but with yours.

How had no one thought to make a matching one for themselves???

Idia Shroud 3D prints a bracelet in your favorite color, and Ortho Shroud engraves the flat surface with your favorite characters... they make two more for themselves, as if in a sort of secret club. It gives Idia quite the thrill to think about, though he'd never say it.

Sebek Zigvolt hmphs at the idea of showing such loyalty to a mere human, until Silver and Lilia Vanrouge return from an early morning stroll with baskets of acorns, flowers, and pine nuts for bracelet-making. Sebek and Silver both make theirs in earthy wooden tones and shimmering shades of rose and violet. Lilia sneaks in a few animal teeth and bone fragments. For good luck.

Malleus Draconia, tedious as it is, spends his Sunday morning spinning his own string, and lining it with beads, tiny in his hands, and small pieces of smooth glass and stone from Ramshackle. He gifts it to you with a blessing, a promise of your eternal friendship, in this world and the next.

By the end of the week, your arms are heavy with beads, shells, stone, nuts, flowers, and charms, covered from wrist to elbow. You can't move without sounding like a wind chime, jingling and clinking with each step.

Your friends eagerly await your praises, not-so-subtly asking which bracelet is your favorite, or, frankly, who is your best friend?

You promise an answer soon.

Thus, on Monday morning, you arrive with only one bracelet.

Sloppily made, in soft blues and grays, with the cut-out logo of a tuna can label stuck to your wrist, and a smiling Grim holding the hand beneath it.

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Title: Ruined Plans?

Part 3 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1 and Part 2 here!

Parings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

Mirai and Cater meet up for a date, but with a thunderstorm on their forecast, things take a turn for the worse, but then again, maybe they don't.

cw: heavy kissing in this one, literal sleeping together, light angst.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Sunday rolled around and Cater was bummed that he couldn’t spend the whole day with the Prefect, but duty calls when your Housewarden was on a collaring tangent again. Mirai on the other hand spent the morning working with Sam, and the afternoon cleaning Ramshackle. Mirai didn’t care that just one week of not cleaning would not make the dorm look like it did when he first got there, he just never wanted to see the dorm in that state again.

It was five o'clock when Cater called. They had been texting throughout the day and they decided to meet each other halfway at Main Street. By the time Cater arrived at their meeting place, Mirai was already there. Cater found him cute as always.

“Cater,” Mirai called happily.

“Hey Cutie, miss me?” Cater chuckled, pulling the Ramshackle Prefect into his arms.

“Mn,” Mirai nodded, shoving his face into Cater’s chest and stayed there.

Cater allowed him to stay there, rubbing at Mirai’s back, letting his lover hold him.

“Okay, okay,” Mirai snickered, letting go, then he gasped in surprise, “You bought your guitar? Can I watch you play?”

Cater laughed, “Yes, I bought it so I could play for you.”

“So where are we going?” Mirai asked excitedly.

“I don’t know,” Cater said thoughtfully, “but as long as it’s with you, I’m fine.”

“Sap,” Mirai chuckled.

Cater laughed. “But it’s true!”

“How about a walk?” Mirai asked thoughtfully.

“A walk?” Cater asked, “That actually sounds nice. We could take pictures along the way.”

The pair made their way through the main building, and into the woods. Mirai loved the woods on campus, they were pretty. Cater swung their hands as they walked, whistling a familiar tune.

“Cater?” Mirai called.

“Yes, hon?”

“Is that tune the Chestnut Tune Trey whistles while making Chestnut Tarts?”

“Oh, you know it too?” Cater laughed, “It’s been stuck in my head since this morning. #Addicting.”

“That accursed tune has haunted me ever since we made those tarts for Riddle,” Mirai sighed. “It’s cursed, it tell ya.”

Cater laughed, “Oh yeah, it’s definitely cursed.”

Mirai looked up at the Apple Trees, admiring the vibrant red fruits hanging from their branches. Ever since Mirai had arrived here in Night Raven College, he wanted to know what they tasted like, the bright red fruit like temptation itself. But he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

“Want one?” Cater smiled.

Mirai looked up at Cater, eyes wide, “Can I?”

Cater let go of Mirai’s hand, put down his guitar case, and stood back. Once he got in position, he was sprinting up the tree, kicking off the trunk to grab onto the branch. Mirai could tell he was just showing off, but Mirai found it cute. Just as he got close enough to the apple, Cater reached up and grabbed it with both hands, letting his weight do all the work. The apple snapped from the branch, and Cater landed on the ground. Walking back to Mirai, Cater looked smug and triumphant.

“For you,” Cater smiled, breaking the apple in two with his bare hands.

Mirai flushed. Not only did he find that being an amazing feat, he also found it terribly hot.

“Wh-What?” Cater chuckled nervously.

“I-I, that, that was kinda hot,” Mirai mumbled, hiding his face.

Cater cackled, “What was? Me picking the apple or me breaking it?”

“Y-You breaking, no you-both, all of it.”

Cater laughed, breaking the fruit twice more so it was in quarters, giving Mirai a pointed look all the while.

“St-Stop it,” Mirai whined.

“Okay, okay,” Cater laughed. “I was finished anyways. Here.”

Cater passed the Prefect an apple quarter and held on to the rest. Mirai happily took the fruit, biting into the inside of it as they continued their walk. The apples were sweet and juicy, just how Mirai had expected them to be.

“It’s good,” Mirai said dreamily.

“Are they?” Cater asked.

“You never had any?”

“Riddle and Vil had said they were really sweet, so I passed.”

“Oh, yeah, they are kinda sweet.”

“Lemme taste.”

Mirai held up the piece of fruit for Cater, and Cater leaned down, but instead of biting into the fruit, he leaned further down and pecked Mirai on the lips.

Cater pulled back and licked his lips and chuckled, “They are sweet.”

Mirai stood there, wide eyed, face burning like the fires of Crewel's cauldrons. Mirai seemed to come back to reality and pouted. Cater laughed, pulling Mirai to him.

“Aw, don’t pout,” Cater chuckled, his face morphing into something devious as he looked down at Mirai. “Keep it up, and I might have to do it again.”

Mirai made a garbled noise, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find his words.

Cater cackled, “Okay, okay, hon, I’ll stop teasing. Let’s go.”

Mirai huffed, but took Cater’s hand once more as they continued their walk.

They ended up back at the little clearing that Cater took Mirai to on their first date. Cater led Mirai under the tree, and shook off his blazer which he promptly laid on the ground and gestured for Mirai to sit.

“I am not sitting on your blazer,” Mirai deadpanned.

“If I minded, I wouldn’t have done so.” Cater shot back, a chuckle in his voice.

“Even so, I’m not gonna be the reason your blazer is damp, covered in dirt and grass stains.”

“No, I’d be the reason, since I stuck it down there.”

“What would Riddle say if he saw the state of it?”

“It can be washed.”

“No,” Mirai argued.

“Sit,” Cater demanded playfully.

“Nope.”

“Sit.”

“No.”

Cater put down the guitar case and snatched Mirai up, and Mirai shouted. Cater lifted Mirai up, maneuvered him into a sitting position, then eased him onto the ground, sitting him down onto the blazer, with Mirai twisting and wiggling all the while.

“Hey,” Mirai shouted.

“There you go,” Cater sang, sitting on the ground next to him.

Mirai growled at Cater, but didn’t move, and Cater laughed.

Cater pulled out his guitar from its case, plucking at the string, tuning it.

“What should I play,” Cater mumbled to himself.

“Anything but that chestnut tune,” Mirai deadpanned.

Cater laughed loudly.

Mirai watched him with rapt attention. Mirai always found Cater prettiest when he was focused on something he loved. There was a content smile on his face, and his beautiful green eyes were half lidded, long pretty orange eyelashes glinting in the light.

“You’re pretty,” Mirai sighed quietly.

“E-Eh?” Cater stuttered at the complement, flushing, “I’m totes not pretty, you are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Mirai huffed, “You really are pretty.”

Cater gave a small smile, his cheeks still cherry red, and went back to tuning his guitar.

Mirai got up and went to pick some flowers, picking all kinds of colors, and sizes. Having nothing to hold them all in, Mirai held them in the bottom of his shirt like a little pouch. Mirai tottered carefully, giggling as he bought back the flowers.

“What do you have?” Cater sang, a smirk present on his face, eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” Mirai sang back, turning his body, so that Cater couldn’t see his spoils.

Cater chuckled, and began playing a little tune on his acoustic. It was light, and cheerful. Mirai watched as Cater played, taking in the way Cater smiled as he did. He looked content, and happy, genuinely happy, and not the happy smiles he put on for show. Mirai continued to stare fondly, glad that he was able to witness this side of Cater, his Cater. After a while, Cater changed the song to something mellow, and smooth, something that flowed like water, and Mirai ate his apple pieces as he started crafting his flower crowns. Then Cater switched to a really fast tune, tapping out a beat on the front of the instrument. Cater laughed as Mirai began swaying to the rhythm.

Cater began humming to a slower tune he started playing, Mirai liked the way it sounded. Cater’s voice was smooth and light, and when he looked up at him, Cater’s eyes were closed with a smile on his face. Mirai giggled, standing on his knees, placing the blue, white, and pink flower crown on his head.

Cater’s eyes opened, and he look at Mirai, laughing, but he never stopped playing, “You like flower crowns don’t you?”

“Had I known it was that easy, I would’ve been making them ages ago,” Mirai chuckled, “But for right now, these crowns are only for you.”

Cater smiled, placing his guitar down in the grass next to him.

“C’mere,” Cater called, reaching for Mirai, “Lemme teach you.”

Mirai scooted over into the space in Cater’s crossed legs, and Cater reached over, placing the acoustic across Mirai’s lap.

“You’re right handed right?” Cater asked, situating the guitar.

“Mn,” Mirai nodded.

“Okay so…”

Cater taught Mirai the basics of the guitar, telling him what strings were what, and how to hold it, and how to properly play. Mirai understood it, but with how small he was, and his prosthetic arm, it was hard to play more than a couple of chords.

“It’s okay,” Cater said, moving the guitar from their laps, when Mirai huffed and gave up, “you’ll get the hang of it. Although it may be better for you with a pick.”

“I played the drums back at home in my free time,” Mirai shared, “but, then again, I just liked annoying my cousins with how loud I could be.”

Cater laughed, “You were a menace, weren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Mirai sang, “But then again, you are too.”

“Am not,” Cater laughed.

“You totally are,” Mirai shouted, laughing.

“Am not!”

“Are-”

Mirai shouted as Cater pushed him down into the grass below.

“Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater chuckled. Leaning down, Cater whispered, “You’re cute.”

“Am n-”

Mirai’s protests were cut off by Cater’s lips. Mirai sighed into the kiss, closing his eyes.

Cater chuckled, running a hand through Mirai’s bangs, pushing them back, and leaned back down. Mirai ran a hand through the back of Cater’s hair, playing with the thick strands, as he kissed back.

“You taste like apples,” Cater chuckled.

Mirai pouted, poking his lower lip out, and Cater laughed, kissing him again.

A loud crack of thunder had Mirai yelping loudly, and Cater sitting up. They both looked up at the skies, eyeing them skeptically, then not even a second later, the skies poured down torrents of rain.

“Rain?!” Cater shouted getting up.

Cater scrambled, grabbing his guitar and shoving it in its case. Mirai grabbed the blazer from the ground, and pressed himself up against the tree, trying to keep from getting wet.

“This sucks,” Cater grumbled, pushing wet hair out of his face.

The pair were standing against the tree, its thick leaves slowing the downpour, but not stopping it. Poor Cater had gotten soaked trying to save his Guitar. He was wet from head to toe, water dripping from his clothes.

“Let’s just wait it out,” Mirai suggested.

The rain in fact did not stop, it only seemed to get worse. Thunder roared, lightning stuck in the distance and the wind started to pick up.

“Okay, this is totes not good,” Cater said wearily, as he took the brunt end of the torrent, shielding Mirai with his body.

“We could run for it?” Mirai suggested, trying to get the two of them, mostly Cater, someplace dry.

Cater seemed to think for a moment, but when a partially close bolt of lightning struck, Cater’s mind was made.

“Let’s go,” Cater said, grabbing his guitar case, slinging it over his back.

Cater gripped Mirai’s hand tightly as they sprinted through the woods. They were soaking wet, and really couldn’t see a thing in front of them. Mirai tried to keep up the best he could, slipping and sliding through slippery mud puddles and wet grass. Mirai slipped, falling forward, but Cater prevented him from falling on the muddy ground below, pulling him up as quickly as he could.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Cater huffed, making sure Mirai was on his feet.

They finally made it to the entrance of the Backwoods when Cater shouted, suddenly falling, and Mirai was being pulled with him. They both ended up covered in thick mud. Their pants were muddy, their shirts were covered in mud, and even Cater’s face was covered in mud.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cater apologized profusely.

Mirai snorted, snickering turning into loud laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Cater whined.

“Sorry Cater,” Mirai giggled, reaching up to wipe the mud from Cater’s cheeks.

Cater pouted as Mirai did so, but ended up giggling himself.

“We look totes fab,” Cater laughed sarcastically, taking out his phone to snap a pic.

“Oh totally,” Mirai snickered.

By the time they made it to Ramshackle, Mirai slipped twice more and Cater lost a shoe, stepping in a puddle, he got it back of course, but it was filled with water. So now they were thoroughly soaked to the bone, cold, and tired. And the rain was still pelting them with its assault. At least the majority of the mud was washed away, leaving dark brown streaks behind. And the flower crown was long gone, lost somewhere in their struggles.

Mirai shoved the key in the door, and let Cater in before shutting and locking the door. They stood there looking at each other taking in how ridiculous they both looked, and as if on queue, they burst into laughter. Cater’s shirt was sticking to his lean body, skin showing through, hair that was normally pinned up was hanging down in his face, water dripping from his bangs. Mirai looked like he stepped in the shower with his clothes on, his work uniform was laden with water, it looked heavy as it dripped in rivers from his shirt, and his hair, dirty with mud was plastered to his face.

“What’s so fun-what happened to you?!” Grim yelled as he stared at the two in the entryway.

“Stuff,” Mirai laughed, “Bad stuff. Could you get us a couple of towels?”

“Why should I?”

“Because you’ll be mopping it if you don’t.”

Grim huffed, “Fine, fine, but you owe me.”

“Why is this relationship transactional to you?” Mirai asked, trying not to drip water on any of his clean floors.

Grim gruffed again, and left to get the towels.

“You two have gotten close,” Cater remarked, pushing his bangs back.

“I think so too, but don’t let Grim hear you say that, he gets defensive.”

Grim came back with four towels grumbling as Mirai thanked him.

Mirai and Cater dried their hair and dried themselves off. Mirai used his other towel to soak up the water on the floor.

“Sorry, Hon,” Cater apologized, gesturing to the floor.

“You say that like I’m not dripping water on my own floors,” Mirai deadpanned. “But seriously, it’s fine.”

“No, you use your bathroom,” Cater said, shaking his head. “I can use the communal one.”

Once they weren’t dripping water everywhere, Mirai led Cater upstairs to his room.

“You can use my bathroom,” Marai said, digging through his clothes, “I can use the communal one. This should fit you.”

“Nope. You’re using it, and take those off, I’ll put them in the wash.”

Cater sighed but gave in. He took the towel and the clothes from Mirai and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Mirai grabbed some clothes of his own and made his way to the other bathroom. After what felt like hours, Mirai finally got all the mud out of his hair and off his skin, scrubbing his skin red. Mirai exited the bathroom, and made his way back to his room, where Cater was sitting in the green armchair, scrolling on his phone, and when Cater spotted him, he smiled.

Mirai giggled, “You-”

Mirai froze.

Cater chuckled nervously, “W-What’s wrong?”

“Y-You have freckles.”

“O-Oh, yeah, I do.”

Mirai smiled warmly, “They look cute.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Hon,” Cater laughed.

Mirai thought Cater looked cute in his clothes. The oversized shirt fit him, but the lounge pants were a little too short, even if they were long on Mirai, ending a little above his ankles.

“Do you want our clothes washed together or separately?” Mirai asked, gesturing to the wet clothes.

“I don’t mind if they’re washed together,” Cater said.

“Cool.”

Mirai ran the clothes downstairs to the laundry. Mirai separated Cater’s white shirt from his black slacks and blazer, and his own black button down, and powered it on, measuring out the detergent, and the softener before dumping it in and pressing start.

“Boo!”

Mirai screamed, whipping around to slap whoever was behind him. Cater laughed as he dodged the attack. Mirai pouted after realizing it was only Cater, he almost had the nerve to feel sorry for almost hitting him.

“Cater,” Mirai whined.

“I’m sorry, boo, but you were so focused,” Cater laughed. “And that slap was way off.”

Mirai huffed, “Oh, trust me when I say you would not want to be slapped by my dominant hand.”

“Yikes! Yeah, that would hurt.”

Mirai was still pouting as put away the laundry detergent and softener.

“I’m sorry. C’mere,” Cater crooned, opening his arms.

“I’ll give you a hug, just not down here,” Mirai said, turning his way back up the basement stairs. “It’s creepy.”

Cater laughed and followed the Prefect up.

In the kitchen, Mirai let Cater hold him as he heated up some leftover soup, and made some tea.

“Smells good,” Cater said, nuzzling his face in Mirai’s hair.

“Thanks,” Mirai chirped. “I’m no cook, but at least I know a good amount of stuff.”

“Same. I know a lot of base level stuff, but like, knowing what goes together, or something more complex? Couldn’t tell ya.”

“I could teach you.”

“You’d teach me?” Cater asked, look at Mirai.

“Sure,” Mirai shrugged, “It wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“You just have to be nasty where our food goes, don’t you?”

Mirai and Cater turned around and Grim was standing on the counter, waiting for his tuna to warm in the microwave.

“And I keep telling you to get your dirty little toe beans off the clean counters,” Mirai laughed. “There’s a stool for a reason.”

“You stand on the counter too!”

“Correction, when I climb onto the counter, my dirty feet never make contact with it, my knees do.”

“Well my feet aren't dirty!”

Cater laughed.

“You walk on the dirty floor with them, therefore they are dirty.” Mirai shot back.

“You clean every weekend,” Grim defended.

“Yes, but that still doesn’t make it not dirty. If I cleaned the toilet, would you drink out of it?”

Grim gagged, retort on his lips, but the microwave stopped, signaling that his food was done.

Mirai shook his head, and went back to the soup.

The kettle on the other eye started screaming, and Cater let go to take it off the stove. Mirai served the soup and Cater prepared the tea, and Mirai led them back upstairs. Mirai placed the two bowls on the mantel and got a fire going, and once he was done, Mirai went to wash his hands. When he got back Cater was wrapped up in a blanket sitting in the armchair that was turned towards the fireplace, and the little tea table held the two bowls and their mugs.

“Come,” Cater called, head peeking from behind the chair.

Mirai laughed, “No. Ima crush your legs.”

“No you won’t! Come here,” Cater laughed.

Mirai sighed in defeat and made his way to Cater, crawling into the chair with him.

“See?” Cater laughed, “Enough room for both of us.”

Mirai sighed, but accepted.

Mirai passed a bowl to Cater before grabbing his own. They ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's warmth. Cater’s phone started blowing up with messages, and then he got a call. Cater laughed, answering his phone.

“Yes Riddle?” Cater answered.

Mirai laughed when he could hear Riddle’s and many other voices on the other end. Most likely it was Trey, Deuce, and Ace.

“Riddle I’m fine,” Cater sighed, “It’s just a thunderstorm. I’m hanging with Mirai.”

Mirai could hear their voices quiet.

“Here, you're on speaker,” Cater said, tapping his phone.

“Oi Mirai,” Ace called from the other end, “You okay?”

“Yes Ace, I’m fine,” Mirai laughed. “It’s just a little rain. Ramshackle is fine. We still have heat and power.”

“See?” Cater sang.

“I can worry if I want to,” Ace shot back.

There sounded like quiet arguing before the other end quieted again.

“I’ll let you go,” Riddle said, “Stay safe and get some sleep, it’s late.”

“Bye Mirai, bye Cater,” Deuce yelled.

“Bye! Don’t have too much fun,” Ace laughed.

“Don’t be too rough with him, Cater,” Trey shouted.

Cater stammered, ending the call, and placed his phone on the table. Mirai laughed as Cater flushed, shoveling soup in his mouth.

After they finished their soup and tea, they sat with each other, enjoying the heat. Mirai’s eyes were closing until he felt lips pressing against the crown of his head.

“Cater,” Mirai muttered.

Cater chuckled, turning Mirai head up so that he could kiss him properly.

Cater kissed Mirai over and over, innocent kisses becoming something else when Cater turned his head to get a better angel. Cater hummed contently when Mirai whined against his lips. Mirai pulled away from Cater, taking a breath, and Cater continued his loving assault, kissing up the side of Mirai’s face up to the crown of his head.

“Cater,” Mirai called, “w-wait, wait.”

Mirai scooted off of Cater’s lap onto the floor.

“Where are you going?” Cater whined, “Come back.”

“I’m going to put these in the sink,” Mirai laughed.

“Fine, but let me help wash them.”

“You wash and I put the clothes in the dryer.”

“Deal.”

Mirai moved the wet clothes to the dryer and put the whites in the wash. Back upstairs, Cater washed and dried the dishes, and put them back in their respectful places. When Mirai made his way around the dorm, he checked the lounge. Grim was asleep in the rocking chair. Mirai giggled to himself. He always found Grim quite cute, especially when he was asleep. Mirai bookmarked and closed Grim’s book, he then grabbed a little throw pillow, propped up the cat with it and covered him with a throw blanket.

“Night, Grim,” Mirai mumbled, tucking the cat in with a kiss between his ears.

Mirai smiled to himself and turned around, jumping in surprise at Cater standing in the archway, phone poised, taking pictures of the two.

“#SorryNotSorry, but you two looked so cute,” Cater whispered.

Mirai shook his head fondly, “I’ll forgive you if you send those to me.”

“Of course,” Cater said, shooting Mirai a message before pocketing his phone.

Mirai left a small light on for Grim and left the lounge, and as soon as he turned the corner, he gasped, feet leaving the floor as Cater picked up him, and carried him bridal style upstairs.

“Cater,” Mirai hissed quietly, trying not to wake Grim.

Cater chuckled to himself, shoulders shaking as he climbed the stairs back to Mirai’s room.

Once Cater made it to the room, Cater unceremoniously tossed Mirai onto his bed with a laugh. Mirai cackles turned into surprised gasps and Cater jumped onto the bed and crawled after him.

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater laughed, leaning down, bracketing Mirai below him, “I wanna kiss you.”

Cater pressed their lips together, attacking Mirai’s lips in little kisses. He moved from his lips to his cheeks, up to his nose, his eyes, the crown of his head and back down the scar on his left eye. Mirai pressed his lips together, blushing as Cater did so. Cater made his way back at his lips and kissed him twice more, tilting his head and pressing harder into the boy below him. Mirai whimpered, tilting his head up more.

They kissed, heads tilting, pushing and pulling, breathing becoming ragged. Cater pulled back a little, hands on his lover’s face, as he bit at the Prefect’s bottom lip, chuckling when Mirai whined at the feeling. Cater bit him again, and again, finally letting up, licking at the abused muscle. Mirai whined again, poking his own tongue out to lick at Cater’s. Cater’s breathing stuttered, licking at Mirai tongue, the tip of his poking at Mirai’s, moving up into the Prefect’s mouth, kissing the Prefect with renewed vigor. It was a tad messy. It was wet, tongues sliding against each other, lips red, sore and bruised, and there was the occasional clash of teeth. Cater’s hands were tangled in Mirai’s hair, gripping and pulling, and Mirai’s hands were gripping Cater’s borrowed shirt like a lifeline. Somewhere in the mash of lips, teeth, and tongue, Cater captured Mirai’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Mirai moaned loudly at the feeling, hands pulling at Cater’s shirt, back arching deeply, and Cater’s hands flew from Mirai’s hair to his back, hands smoothing at the divot.

Mirai was gasping, breathing hard, one hand gripping the sheets above him, and the other in Cater’s hair as he moved back and continued his assault on the Prefect’s neck.

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped, whining, “C-Cater, Cater, Ca-ter.”

Cater didn’t stop. He was nipping and kissing his way along Mirai's chin and collarbones, it wasn’t hard enough to bruise, but enough to feel Cater’s little fang scraping against Mirai’s skin.

“Cater, we have class in the morning,” Mirai breathed.

“Jus’ a bit more,” Cater breathed, finally stopping to look up at Mirai. “I wanna kiss you more.”

“And be dead on our feet tomorrow morning? Absolutely not. Plus I think you’ve had too many.”

Cater looked surprised, a chuckle bubbling from his lips, “You can’t have too many kisses.”

“Mn hm, if you take too many, they lose their value.”

Cater threw his head back and laughed.

“We still could get at least seven hours of sleep,” Mirai reasoned.

Cater looked as if he was debating when the clock overhead stuck ten. Cater looked up at Mirai’s hopeful expression and caved, “Fine, but I want a goodnight kiss.”

Mirai smiled at Cater’s pouting.

Cater scooted off the bed, looking for his phone. Now that he was up, he realized how tired he was. Mirai stood up as well, stretching his arms over his head. Cater messed around on his phone, while Mirai took off his arm.

“Can I sleep with you?” Cater asked carefully after a while.

Mirai looked at Cater, and Cater was flushed red, the color close to the apples they ate earlier. Mirai found it cute.

“Just sleeping?” Mirai teased, raising an eyebrow, as he pulled back his bangs with a headband.

Cater nodded.

“You can stay Cater, I’m just teasing,” Mirai giggled.

“Um, does that offer still apply if I don’t sleep with a shirt on?” Cater asked meekly.

“As long as I can too.”

Cater laughed, pulling off his shirt and peeled off his socks, flopping onto the bed.

“Here,” Mirai called.

When Cater looked up, Mirai tossed him a phone charger.

“Oh, thank the Seven,” Cater groaned, plugging his phone into the wall by the bedside table, “I have like fifteen percent left. TYSM.”

“You’re welcome.”

They both climbed into bed, Mirai flipped off the lamp above the bed.

“Wait,” Cater shouted, flipping the light back on. “What was that?!”

“What was what?!” Mirai asked, panicking, literally climbing atop Cater, head whipping to and fro.

“On your back! You have a tattoo?!”

“You bastard,” Mirai shouted, smacking Cater on the leg, “I thought something was wrong!”

“Ow! There is something wrong! You never told me you had a tattoo!”

“It never came up!”

“Lemme see! Lemme see!”

Mirai rolled his eyes, still kinda angry about Cater scaring him, and turned around so that he could see it.

“OMG! This is sick, like totally sick,” Cater gushed from behind him.

On Mirai’s back was the spine of a dragon. Black inked bones trailed down the length of his back, and on his shoulder blades were a set of black bone wings.

“Th-Thanks,” Mirai stuttered, flushing under the praise. “I have another on my hip.”

“Ooh! Lemme see!”

Mirai twisted his body and on his right hip were a pair of watercolor Lilies.

“Can I touch them?” Cater asked carefully.

“Yeah.”

Cater traced a finger down Mirai’s spine, tracing each individual bone until he reached the bottom.

“Did it hurt?” Cater asked, tracing the wings.

“Oh yeah. They say bony areas hurt the most.”

“Then why’d you get it?!”

“Cus I wanted it. It looked cool.”

“Which one did you get first?”

“The Lilies.”

“Which one hurt the most?”

“The Dragon.”

Mirai remembers the day he got them done. It was summer break, school had been out for a couple of weeks already, and he practically was never home, not that his Aunt and Uncle cared. Mirai remembers hopping around from friend’s house to friend’s house between work, sleeping on the couch to avoid going home. He remembers one of his friends showing off his new tattoo, it was a small thing, nothing to be impressed about, but he kept bragging about it, how his brother’s friend did it for him, talking about how his mother didn’t know. Now, Mirai doesn’t remember how he even got the number, and how they convinced his friend's brother to hook him up, but he does remember when his cousins threw him under the bus and he does remember his Aunt throwing him out that day. He later went back for his second.

“Mi-Mi?”

Mirai jumped from his thoughts, “Y-Yeah?”

“You okay?” Cater asked, concern filling his green eyes.

“Yeah, of course.”

There was a moment of silence before Cater spoke up again, “Do they mean anything?”

“The Lilies do,” Mirai smiled, “My mother liked Lilies, her name was Lily, so I got them for her.”

“That’s cute.”

Overhead, the clock chimed three times, telling them it was ten thirty.

“Oopsies. I kept you up later than what you wanted,” Cater said guiltily.

“It’s okay,” Mirai said, pulling away from Cater to lie down next to him.

Cater lied down and immediately sought out the body beside him, wrapping his arms around his lover, and Mirai wrapped his arm around Cater in return, pressing his face into the warm skin in front of him.

“You can talk to me, ya’know,” Cater muttered, running a hand down Mirai’s back. “Anytime you need to, I’ll listen.

“Thanks Cater,” Mirai said.

“Good night, Hon,” Cater yawned.

“Night, Cater.” Mirai mumbled sleepily, pressing his lips against the top of his head.

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