#twst cater x reader

[coralinnii]

Hi! How's it going?

Can I please request Leona, Riddle, Cater and Ace reacting to the reader wearing someone else's jacket?

‧₊˚✧New Jacket, Who Dis? ‧₊˚✧

↳ forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else’s  

feat: Leona ❋ Riddle ❋ Cater ❋ Ace genre: humor, fluff note: no pronouns used for reader, reader is implied to be smaller than Floyd, nicknames used for reader (cutie, babe, baby), established relationships, reader is implied to be from Ramshackle,

I swear I will get these requests completed even if it kills me. Damn my tendency to go into hibernation during winter! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the reading ^///^

Part 1 2.7k followers writing event

Leona has jackets? 

I mean, you were sure Leona owns a plethora of high-end jackets and outerwear of the finest fabrics but be it a preference or perhaps too much of an effort, you rarely see the beastman wear anything other than a shirt and at best a dorm-mandated vest.

So, when you feel a chill down your spine on your way to class, the idea of asking your boyfriend for a jacket did not cross your mind. Can’t ask for what you’ve never seen.

A classmate of yours saw your pitiful form and offered you his school blazer. Something better than nothing, he thought. 

Grateful, you were quick to take up his kind offer and practically snuggled your face into it for warmth. Now in a better mood, you got through the first half of the day and quickly made your way to the greenhouse where you suspect a certain lion beastman is hiding. 

But it seems that said beastman wasn’t in high spirits as you were when with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, he raised his palm towards you signaling you to step no closer to him. 

An unfamiliar scent unpleasantly wafted through Leona’s territory, and to his annoyance, you appeared to be the source of it. 

No, not you…That wretched jacket.

Leona doesn’t have to ask. He can surmise the situation on his own, the weather was chilly, you being stupid enough to leave without something cozy, and some brave or stupid herbivore handing you something with his scent even though you were the partner of a beastman. Though irritating, logically this was not something surprising… but he doesn’t have to like it regardless. 

And he doesn’t. 

Pointing towards you, he further narrowed his gaze on the jacket that has tainted you with its irritating stench of another man. “Oi, take it off.” 

Though confused, you did as he said (lest you want him even grumpier, you thought) and placed your friend’s jacket onto Leona’s outstretched hand. 

Suddenly and without warning, the dark-haired upperclassman harshly tossed the fabric to a random direction, with such feelings of disgust and annoyance radiating off from Leona, you would think the jacket spat in his meal or something. 

But no matter how many times you tried to ask for his reasons or how many times you begged him to let you go after pulling you into his arms so you could retrieve the abandoned jacket, Leona said nothing as he kept his grip strong around you as he fell asleep once more, lulled by your unobstructed scent. 

“Ruggie can grab my jacket for you so quit harping about it…You feel bad for Ruggie for the trouble? Tch, who’s fault you think that is?”

Riddle’s appearance is perfect to a T. From his bow tie to his socks, the Heartslabyul housewarden chooses his attire to what is required; nothing is missing and nothing in excess. 

Basically, he wouldn’t have a spare jacket nor can he part away from the required blazer of his school uniform despite how he honestly wanted to. 

You understood his hesitance completely and didn’t probe further. Unfortunately, it left you noticeably shivering, and Floyd just had to mention your shivering form akin to a jittery guppy. Learning your predicament, the tall mischief-maker had a fun idea. 

Which led to you finally leaving the classroom after Floyd finished his giggling fit seeing you looking practically devoured by his jacket. Floyd is a tall eel merman so the length of the sleeves and hem were certainly longer than an average uniform. 

“Go ahead and wear it, just give it back later.” The sophomore graciously lent his jacket to you, but you suspected that he just wanted to prolong the humiliation.

At least you were grateful he wasn’t there to laugh at you when Riddle saw you in this mortifying position. The taller student would have probably coughed up his human lungs from laughing at your boyfriend's stunned expression. 

“I…What is…” Riddle was dumbfounded. The sight of his beloved being swallowed by a jacket was not something he suspected. It is an amusing image to see, but definitely odd. 

What’s the procedure for this? This was hardly appropriate school attire, but Riddle was stumped as to what to do next since he can’t think of a rule that addresses your lover being dressed in someone else’s jacket in a comical fashion. 

Despite unable to complete his prior sentence, you knew what Riddle wanted to know. “…It’s Floyd’s. He thought it’d be funny.” 

There was a burning sensation bubbling in Riddle when he thought about the Octavinelle rascal, how close and unnecessarily clingy he probably was to you as he took glee in his nonsensical pranks. Then, an unpleasant thought sat in the redhead’s mind as he watched you roll up the sleeves of Floyd’s jacket draped over your form. That eel gave you his jacket while Riddle, your boyfriend, didn’t.

"I supposed I should have expected this, given my choice."

Riddle let out a sigh before extending a hand to you, his face flushing a familiar red hue. “It may be redundant, but perhaps I could offer my own jacket? A warmer one at least, I wouldn’t want you to needlessly catch a cold.” 

Happily, you took the sweet redhead’s offer. Walking together hand-in-hand, Riddle thought he could spare you a scolding about forgetting your jacket in the first place, so long as you rectify his mood by wearing his jacket instead. 

“As your boyfriend it should be my duty to protect and care for you, no one else’s.”

Cater would have no problem with sharing his jacket with you, if he can take some cute pictures of course. His wardrobe has a mixture of trendy and cool clothing due to his time at the Pop Music Club. It wasn't a matter of what he could offer but rather his time to even give this offer.

It was today of all days that he couldn’t find time to himself since there were some last-minute preparations needed for the Unbirthday party. You felt too guilty and nervous to suddenly ask your boyfriend for a jacket in all this commotion, so you tried to handle the cold without one. 

However, a classmate of yours was observant enough to notice your predicament and handed his jacket for the time being. 

You’ve stuck around the Unbirthday party, waiting for the festivities to settle and relax before scanning through the crowd to find the man with a beautiful shade of orange hair. 

But your boyfriend was quicker to find you as he surprised you first, covering your eyes from behind. “Guess who, cutie~?” 

Laughing, you didn’t bother to answer as you immediately spun around to leap straight into Cater’s arms, to which Cater happily returned in kind. 

“Looks like you got yourself some new threads. Almost couldn’t find you, cutie.” Referring to your newly acquired jacket, Cater could see the Heartslabyul emblem sewed onto its sleeve. Raising a quizzical brow, Cater questioned you, “Did you get it from the Adeuce duo?” 

His guess was wrong though as you told him a classmate of yours offered you his jacket, pointing him in the distance with his friends. Well now, that’s interesting. If it were one of his or your friends, that’s fine and dandy…but a random classmate…

Cater genuinely appreciated that his little underclassmen are chivalrous enough to help their fellow peers, but he admits that it’s a little different when it involves you. You’re special to him after all and he gotta make sure only he gets to give you the best boyfie treatment. 

With a smile on his face, Cater gently coaxed you out from the jacket before walking towards the oblivious student. “Let’s give him back his jacket, then we can head over to my room. I’ve got the perfect jacket for you to try out ♪”

“My cutie looks so ‘cammable in my jacket! This is definitely going on Magicam ♪ Oh, should we get matching couple outfits~?"

“Are you ever gonna stop sulking and tell me what’s wrong, Ace?”

“...” 

It doesn’t matter how long you two were dating, Ace would tease you so much if you ask for his jacket, it’s almost not worth it. You could already hear the redhead’s cheeky voice in your head. “Aww, is my baby feeling cold? Do you need your amazing boyfriend to warm you up?” 

Feeling a little petty and not in the mood for his teasing, you instead asked Deuce if he could spare his extra jacket for you. To your luck, he had his track team jacket on hand that he could offer to you. 

Warm and cozy, you met up with Ace who, upon seeing you, unceremoniously draped himself over you as he let out a deep sigh. “Ahh, I was so cold today. Thank Sevens you’re so warm.” 

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back soothingly. Glad you didn’t ask for his jacket, then. 

But as Ace shifted around in your arms, he looked over your jacket from his angle and felt a sneaking suspicion that he had seen it before…but not on you. “Hey babe, where’d you get the jacket from?” 

“Oh, it’s Deuce’s track team jacket. I borrowed it ‘cuz I forgot mine back at Ramshackle.” 

Which led to this predicament in Ace’s room, with the pouty freshman giving you the cold shoulder. Granted, it’s rather cute to see your boyfriend react so childishly over a jacket, but you’d preferred some cuddles right about now. 

But Ace kept on with his act. It may seem like an overreaction but to Ace, knowing that you asked for Deuce instead of him first left a sour taste in his mouth and a blow to his ego. He’s supposed to be your boyfriend, ain’t he? 

You sighed, having no choice but to “right your wrong”, then. 

Crawling to where your lover was, you leaned into the crook of his neck as your arms circled his waist. “Don’t be mad, I’m so cold and I need my strong, handsome boyfriend to warm me up with hugs~ Aaacceee…” 

Still met with silence, you upped the ante and started to press small pecks against his neck where you felt were getting hot and bumpy from your touch. Hiding your satisfied smile, you continued your onslaught of praises and coos. 

Damn you and your cuteness, he thought. Breaking his cold facade, Ace groaned in frustration as he pulled you into his arms, giving into the cuddles you wanted. 

“If you need something, you’d better be thinking of me first before anyone else, especially Deuce. Have some faith in your boyfriend here.”

[blues824]

Could I request Ace, Floyd, Lilia, Kalim, Leona and Cater's s/o sneaking them snacks in class and (somehow) never getting caught by teachers or other students?

Gender-neutral reader

Ace Trappola

Let’s be honest, he would love you for this, and he would attempt to bring you snacks as well if there wasn’t such a high chance of him getting caught

Luckily, he can just give you one of his hoodies in return because he knows that you love it when it smells like him

Also, free tickets to his basketball games because the snacks you bring him give him the energy to maintain his grades

He would treat the snacks like they were drugs, asking if you “brought the goods”, and you would reveal the inside of your blazer to reveal a bag taped to the fabric

Cater Diamond

Also would love you for this, because he usually gets up late and does not have a chance to stop for breakfast… or he skips breakfast

I always pictured him as the type to be eating a bag of hot cheetos in the back of the classroom, you are just his supplier

He promises to pay you back, and he usually does whenever you both get a chance to go on a date to a cafe that opened up somewhere

Coming from a well-off family, he insists on paying because you always bring him snacks, and thus he needs to make sure you eat as well

Leona Kingscholar

This man never attends classes, but when he does, he is grateful that he is getting something out of it… usually in the form of beef jerky

It’s like a reward for maintaining the bare minimum when it comes to attendance, because if he’s going to be there, he wants to be praised

Don’t expect anything in return, because he won’t give you anything… immediately, at least, because you will receive a large sum of money

Of course, you spend a bit of it on more snacks to give him, so he basically bought himself snacks, but it doesn’t matter

Floyd Leech

Both Azul and Jade are grateful for whatever you’re doing because Floyd shows up for his shifts less grumpy than before

Of course, neither of them are aware that you are supplying the eel with snacks during class, meaning he has something to keep him occupied when he is bored

Don’t expect him to pay you back in return, as you never set up any sort of agreement with him and thus he doesn’t feel obligated to give you anything back

The other Mostro Lounge staff do give you free-meal vouchers because of your good deeds that benefit the Lounge (making sure Floyd isn’t grumpy)

Kalim Al-Asim

He tries his best to follow the rules, and he would gently discourage you from bringing snacks into class when you are not supposed to

But once in a while his resolve slips as he accepts the snacks because he’s not sure if he’s going to make it to lunch

Will definitely try to pay you back, offering you money and stuff, but will not try to bring snacks of his own into class

Instead, he will bring them to you during lunch because he does not want them to be confiscated before they make it to you

Lilia Vanrouge

He absolutely loves the snacks that you bring him, and he assures you that this is a secret between just the two of you

If this fae knows one thing, it’s how to be stealthy, so you both bring snacks to each other… but be wary because his snacks are homemade 

This is the one time where you insist that you don’t need to be paid back for your ‘kind deeds’, as he calls it

Luckily you have more than enough snacks for the both of you, so there is no need to eat the ones he brings

[rainbowsillz]

How they react with a marriage proposal.

✰ — Feat; Everyone X GN! Reader.

✰ — Summary: You were bold today with this in mind.

Sebek, Rollo, Jack, Azul, Riddle + (Flustered.)

You're shameless! How could you ask that in class, he should be diligent in his quests. His face was as scarlet as balloons from a festival or cherries from a market, “T-That's not happening if you don't take care of your scores!” The heat on his cheeks doesn't seem to fade despite this. “Don't giggle at me, you're the worst..”

Vil, Trey, Silver, Cater, Jamil + (Rejection.)

He turns down your words. He had a lot of reasons— his age, insecurities, a lack of understanding relationships, he had excuses but the main one is he doesn't believe now is the right time for him and you. “I'm sorry, I can't agree with that.” He said back to you.

Floyd, Ruggie, Jade, Leona + (Cockiness.)

Oh, you like him? Why don't you tell him how much? Good luck with that because he's not going to have you walk away from him after proclaiming this. The feeling is mutual, isn't that true?

Lilia, Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Epel + (Silliness.)

My, my—! He’d pet you even if you're a worm, he's 1000% a sweetheart and dependable partner for you ^_^ I think...?

Idia + (In denial.)

You have to be genuine, please, please don't give him false hope.

Rook, Malleus + (Happily.)

He kneels down to the ground before presenting a golden ring for you just because he can (when did he get this was beyond you). “I don't intend on taking a no. Will you allow me to spend an eternity along your side?” He innocently looked up as you flushed at him.

[twistedchatterbox]

New voicemail

summary: sappy boys being mushy over the phone for you. ft.Riddle, Cater, Vil, Idia tags. Female reader, No Spoilers, Fluff, Cheesy Sappy Lovey Dovey Romance, Slice of life, Spice of life, Smitten Vil, Lovesick Riddle, Cater sings for you, anniversary date with idia, copious use of petnames, no beta we overblot like men.

Wordcount; 1520+ | Masterlist & Taglist

Riddle has cleared his throat thrice, drank water and mentally rehearsed what he wanted to say for this voicemail; however once he hit record, none of that really mattered. "Hi," he whispered, the nearly overwhelming happiness in was audible, it nearly spoke for him. Thinking about the silliness of it, the dormwarden laughed, giggly at the mishap, it really was unavoidable anyway. Riddle took a breather, sighing in a relieved and relaxed manner, "Hi" he whispered with a wide grin, one you would hear vividly, openly adoring, "I missed you." "I missed you so, so much; I want to spend time with you- If you'd have me, we could study together once the exam subjects are announced, if you want to." Riddle murmured, twirling one of the longer locks of hair framing his face with his idle hand; eyes closed, envisioning it. "And then, we could go on a date." He hummed, would you like a cafe date? Karaoke? The aquariu- Well, maybe not the aquarium. Maybe he could take you out on a walk to the district nearby of the internships he picked out, but that sounded too serious. So, a cafe would suffice for now. He would check Cater's magicam page, namely his older posts to see some of the calmer, more relaxing places he could take you to. "What do you think? Let me know once you see- or i suppose hear- this, my lovely." "bye-bye, I love you." And suddenly, time couldn't pass fast enough. ...He supposes he could write his own written permit to stay over, it's not as if anyone could stop him; you had always been ecstatic to see him use the loopholes of rules to be a good boyfriend, after all.

Cater leap onto his bed, giddy and giggly, rolling back and forth while occasionally kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. Lightly smushing and slapping his face with both of his own hands to calm down, he sighs, hugging one of his pillows, looking idly around his room. A love song. He had been giddy and sappy because he heard a love song, it sounded so much like the essence of you. He has already begun memorizing the lyrics, so that he could sing it, maybe he'd learn to play it too. it made him so happy. You made him so happy. He loves you- and he sighs, you really ought to start paying rent someday for living in his head all the time, and his heart too. And then he thought, what if he.. sung, for you? Well that suddenly made him anxious, but ecstatic, he was such a nerve wreck. but it was good. and overwhelming. Cater curses the lack of logistics in him. He thinks back to the comment lingering in the back of his mind, he knows why he's even thought of this- "I love it when you sing" you said, cuddling up to his neck, leaning on him, on his bed, sitting on his lap while he sung a simple tune of a song as he was practicing on his guitar. It was his favourite, his sisters hated it. and you loved it. And Cater soaked it up like a sponge, like a golden retriever, if you will; fetching his phone fast, so that he could do this before his dumb insecurities could catch up to him. Sweater weather. "All I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh-" Cater felt the song and your hands crawl up his body like phantom touch as he sung. it was ticklish, making him end the song halfway with a breathless chuckle and a dumb smile, he knew you could hear it in his tone, but he didn't mind at all. He hoped one day, you'd get to grasp how precious you are to him; he loves you, and he loves everything you love too, somehow inlove with the way you do too. The word doesn't make sense anymore, but it really does too. He feels a lot like love with you, yeah, Cater laughed; it really shouldn't make sense, but he's so thankful it does. Looking back at his phone, he records his final piece. "I love you, princess." Sent. ...And maybe, he grinned- "Meet me in my room for the full piece, maybe? I could pick you up~" Sent.

Vil laid down in bed, normally he wouldn't do so until it was time to sleep, yet he knew he'd cave into something far more off-schedule if he didn't. He laughed, it truly was bizarre; Vil Schoenheit, the renowned actor was missing his girlfriend. That, it was the entire reason. The cause of his simple complicated mood. Well, he knew that if he called you it could get you in trouble; perhaps you were in class, or working on something, he couldn't interrupt you without being a hypocrite. But. Vil eyed his phone on the night stand, maybe he could do something. A playful grin rose on his gorgeous features, mischief, rarely shown in a not overly elegant manner. Vil couldn't give a damn. He reached out and swiped his phone, opening it swiftly and admiring your contacts information. "The love of my life." it made him smile, he was so indecisive about what kind of nickname would fit; he did not want to jinx this by being overly cliche and being soft or off-character, until you so naturally, casually reminded him that for as long as he's off stage, then he's supposed to be off-character. No one besides himself, and you, that's all he really needs. He sighed dreamily, hitting record. "Hi, my beauty, my muse, my dove," Vil chuckled to himself, "My, my my, haa.. I missed your presence so much, if only you knew." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, closing his eyes, "Lets remedy this once you are available, okay? We could have a spa day, or, if you can, I can ask my management to pick you up so that you can accompany me for the entire day..." "It's been a while since we got to spend the entire day together, side by side" That was a goddamn lie. "Maybe you can make up to me by joining me on a day-long date and night time spa?" You slept in his room and woke up side by side every day already.

"Let me know when you're free, my dove; " He blew a kiss, a soft click of his lips, "I love you."

Idia sighed, drinking down the cup of water, staring at the mirror reflection of himself on the screen of his phone. "The things I do for you" he thought with a softened, pleased smile. Calming, it was accurate to describe the affect you had on him when he thought of you. Sure he flared up into life from the power of anxiety, love, nerves and his traitorous color changing flame hair the second you stepped foot into 6ft of his physical area of existance, but he had come around to relax so much more as your relationship developed. This will be just another milestone, he said, time will pass either way, he told himself, better do it now than miss a limited edition chance. Idia averted his gaze as he pressed the record button, "uh- Hey, hi, " he fake-coughed into his hoodies sleeves, tugging on the strings of said hoodie with his idle hand. "I missed you, so" He shrugged, mentally smacking himself upside down the head for doing something you had no chance to hear. "So i decided to leave a voice message- Come visit me once you can, okay? I'll order your favourites too, if you want. Or we could cook together, I dunno'," Idia glanced back, looking momenterily at your contact picture, it was one he took while you two were out on a date. Outside for your half-year anniversary, a year ago now. That gave him an idea, making him grin. "I know instant noodles aren't always your thing so I'll treat us to something nice," He 'hummed', pretending to ponder. "..I could take us to that ramen place, maybe? I..I-I think it was nice last year." Idia said, stuttering at the last bit, yet carrying on. "Let me know what you think." "I love you." He said, it was only natural, as everything lovely seemed to be when it came to you. Idia fist bumped the air, letting out a happy victory sound; that actually went perfectly?!- He couldn't help but laugh, loudly and absolutely thrilled, ecstatic. He jumps into his bed and screams into his pillow; Idia sighs, relaxing as if he just ran a marathon (his heart sure did, to be fair.) and a closed eye-d smile made its way to his face without any resistance "I love her so much.." You always make him so happy.

[daisystwistedgarden]

mdni. consensual sexual images discussed. college au.

cater diamond is the type to never shut about about the fact that he was lucky enough to fuck you. he won't act pathetic about it in public-- in fact, he's sly and haughty, brazenly slipping in details about that night around his peers and underclassmen, always dancing on the line between too much and not enough detail.

"did you know the prefect has such cute bedhead in the morning?" "oh, listen to how loud they are when they're angry! i know it's not the only time they're that vocal, though~" "the prefect's bed is quite comfortable, especially while they're in it cuddled up against you... how do i know? well, cay-cay spends a lot of time with them, you know."

most of his classmates have started to call his bluff. there's no way he's that close with you. out of all the people you're close with on campus, you'd let cater of all people into your bed?

it comes as a surprise, then, when cater's showing something to ace and deuce on his phone, that he slips up and shows them his home screen while switching between apps.

the background of the image is dark, drawing all focus to the two bodies on screen. cater's over your shoulder, lips on your ear as he whispers honeyed filth to you in the dead of night. ginger strands hang loosely from his usual hairstyle. sweat beads visibly at his hairline. his body is bare and blurry, hinting at movement, as he has you pinned on your stomach and presses into you from behind in a classic prone bone. your shoulder and enough of your face are in the image-- just enough to give your peers a look at the lust-drunk grin on your fucked-out face. it's hot, messy, and a bit blurry. nothing explicit is shown but, well, the image is all too clear in suggesting what must be happening.

maybe it's a simple slip up on his part. maybe it's just enough to get the rumors doubting cater's special relationship with you to stop as your fellow freshman spread the word.

maybe you're just as naughty as him, seeing as your response to the rumors is to send him a simple text.

"i want matching home screens. my room tonight? we'll get the perfect shot this time."

[vtoriacore]

✧ get ramshackled! [4]

note: none but i do apologise for trey, my inner nincki minjaj stan came out 💞 also don't mind the "dragon in distress" that comes up at some point idk a neutral way of saying damsel 😭🤡

characters: cater, lilia, rook, trey

synopsis: this doesn't need a synopsis it's the 4th one im doing im sick and tired of having to read through it every time this post is banned from having a synopsis it's never getting one its in jail for 10 years

first years | dorm leaders | second years

translations for rook's dramatic ass messages:

• ce n'est pas un souci : it's not a problem

• mais je suppose que nous pouvons nous permettre d'attendre un peu plus logntemps : but I guess we can afford to wait a little longer

[kimbap-r0ll]

Could I request headcanons of Idia, Cater, and Vil with an s/o that is a former idol singer?

Hey, thank you for the ask! This was from a while ago but I'm finally getting some time to answer some asks. Hope you enjoy!

Idia, Cater, Vil with a former idol!s/o

Idia

Probably loved all of your albums since you first started out he almost had a heart attack when he saw you walking around on campus like "omg that's literally you?!"

Ortho might've been the one to expose Idia to you haha. He just went up to you and was like "my big brother really likes your music!" and Idia's like 0////0

When you two start hanging out together, as always, he's a bit shy. He will be awkward with you and might have a hard time maintaining eye contact. However, if you take him to a karaoke date, he might break out of his shell a little bit. His singing skills are amazing honestly you might be the one surprised than himself lol

He's your biggest fan, even if you were an idol in the past he's extremely supportive of your music. I think if you two were to ever do dances together he would know how to do all of those chants and stuff. It's something he never does in front of people, so it's like a little secret between you two

Overall, he's really shy, often stammering and blushing but once you get to know him he's extremely caring. He gives you a safe space to be in when you get overwhelmed by assignments, fans that never let go of your idol days, etc. I think it would be a lot of fun being with him and he would be someone that cares a lot about you

Cater

He might seem at first like the perfect person for a former idol because you two seem so bright and upbeat on camera. However, the two of you might feel tired of the camera and would rather wind down with some alone time. That's why you two bonded

He didn't really follow your idol career but he heard some of your songs from his sisters. I think he would like your voice a lot and thinks that your really cute, but he would be the most understanding of the stress that comes with being an idol outside of Vil

I think you two might enjoy going on dates to take nice photos together, just for you two and for no one else. In the future, you two will look back at those pictures and remember all the good memories that were made. He definitely has a digital album of you two and it's literally the cutest

He will make sure you're comfortable wherever you are. If you ever feel stressed out or unsafe, just give him a call and he'll help out! He might just show up and walk you back during the night for example, or he might talk with you on the phone when you had a nightmare and you're far from him. He's really attentive

Similar to Idia, he provides you a space to breathe that you might've not gotten when you were an idol. The two of you might like listening to the songs you made and doing some of the dances for fun, but to him you're not just a former idol, you're y/n and he loves all aspects of you

Vil

I feel like he knew who you were immediately when you showed up in his class. However, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he mentioned it to you when you guys were just by yourselves. He didn't think he would fall in love with you until you two started hanging out more and more and then he was like "shoot I have feelings and I don't know how to handle this"

When you guys start dating, I think you would realize how understanding he is of your life as a former idol. He's been in the spotlight for years and years, which means he has a lot of experiences that you share. He's extremely caring about that, from things like nosy journalists to just regular day-to-day stress he's there to make you feel better. He might be a bit direct with his advice, but he makes sure you feel better

He wants you to know that you're more than just your idol persona and that he fell in love with you because of who you are. You have amazing talents in singing and dancing, but you're also someone that empathized with him and showed him kindness. He loves you for that, and he feels like the best he can do as your boyfriend is to make sure you feel supported and loved.

I feel like you two might have some fun just singing some songs together when you guys hang out. Like why not just bust out a theater song? Maybe you guys are both theater kids haha. Nonetheless he does have a lot of interest in music and theater, so you two probably bonded over that to some extent. Outside of that though, you two have also had fun just winding down from a long week with some self-care

To him, you matter a lot so expect a lot of care from him. You might not feel tired but he can sense that you're under stress, which means he might force a quick relax session with you before you take care of the many assignments you have that week. He also knows that because of your former idol years, you probably didn't have a lot of time for yourself so he wants you to be comfortable and able to have free time now that you're a student at NRC. Nonetheless, just know that he wants to support you in the best ways possible.

[loverofazul]

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THIS IS CUDDLING!! NOT ANYTHING MATURE!!

Im posting this again cause tumblr decided to mark it as a mature/sexual theme

pls dont do that again, its not, its cuddles, simple as that

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.1

-Ｈｅａｒｔｓｌａｂｙｕｌ Ｄｏｒｍ-

Riddle couldn't help the warmth of his face as you held I'm close. Your fingers carefully running through his hair as he cuddled into your chest. Eyes closed tightly, he squeezed your waist, mumbling his words.

"I....I love you....My Heart"

He heard you hum, his fingers digging into your clothes as you mumbled back--his face burning even brighter.

"And I love you, My King"

Ace couldn't help but take in a deep breath, inhaling your scent with a smile. It was a calming one. One he couldn't help but feel comfort and warmth in. It was your scent, the person he loved.

Pulling you closer to his chest, he tightened his arms around you. "I love you so much, My Royal"

The male felt you grip the front of his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him. "I love you too, My Prince"

Deuce could feel his face heat up as you placed a kiss on his forehead. He buried his face further into your collarbone, placing a shy kiss on your skin. He couldn't help but shiver at your giggle, your breath cold on his warm skin.

"Love you, My Blueberry" You had mumbled into his hair, placing another kiss on his head.

Gulping nervously, the male let out a shaky breath and mumbled back. "Lov-Love you too, My Dear"

Trey chuckled as you whined and pulled him back. He laid on his back, running a hand down your back as you snuggled into his neck. Your breath against his skin made him shiver slightly, his cheek resting on your head.

"I love you so much, Pretty Boy/Girl"

Your arms tightened around his waist as you mumbled sleepily. "Love you so so soooo much, My Tart"

A small snort left the male's mouth at the nickname.

Cater hummed in content as he snuggled into your stomach. Your fingers messed with his hair, running through it and twisting it between them. He could feel his mind start to get foggy, sleep overtaking his senses.

He was able to slur out his love for you before drifting to sleep. "Love yous soo much Sweets"

"Love you as well, My Model" You mumbled back, closing your own eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "I made you soup because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

Pairing: Cater Diamond x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort

TW: Cater gets sick, mention of (almost) fainting

Really, the fact that Cater woke up fatigued even after a good and recommended 8 hours of sleep should have clued him in on the fact that he was sick. The dull ache behind his eyes should have cemented the realization in his head, but Cater just didn't realize.

And now he was stuck in bed.

It could have been worse, he supposed. Had it not been for Trey's timely intervention when he nearly fainted in alchemy, Cater would have found himself headfirst into a bubbling cauldron. An incident that earned him a lecture about lab safety and understanding one's limits by Professor Crewel.

Another intervention by Trey got him out of sitting through one of Riddle's lectures, but nothing could get him free from their combined motherly fussing.

It felt nice to be looked after, he had to admit. Even when he whined about the bitter medicine Riddle was forcing him to eat, the redhead only glared at him a little before shoving the spoonful of the vile liquid in his mouth, declaring that it would help him. Trey, on the other hand, was a lot more understanding with him when he threw a tantrum, giving him a patient smile before adjusting his blankets so that he didn't overheat (even though Cater was convinced he would freeze without his blankets tucked all the way around his neck).

It was nice, but it was also tiring.

So when a knock sounded on the door, Cater groaned and turned on his side, staring at the wall in defiance. "I'm fine, Trey, I don't need anything," he called out, quickly smothering a cough with his palm pressed to his mouth.

The door opened, and with it came a familiar voice, words soft and kind. "I'm not Trey, but you don't really sound fine."

Cater whipped around to face you, wincing at how the sudden movement made his vision swim for a few moments.

You weren't supposed to see him like this. Cater had borderline begged Riddle and Trey not to tell you about him being sick and had made them promise that they wouldn't tell you. But you were here, when you weren't supposed to see him in bed, looking as miserable as one could be. When he was too tired to keep up his usual charming persona.

Cater looked at you with wide eyes, feeling the bony fingers of panic closing around his heart and chilling the blood in his veins. His tongue sat heavy in his mouth as he watched you walk inside, closing the door and coming close to where his bed was. All he could do was stare at you mutedly as you placed the tray in your hands that he hadn't noticed before on the small foldable table Trey had brought in earlier.

"(Name)..."

His voice trailed off as you placed a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. If his cheeks weren't already red from the fever, they would have become red under your careful touch and observant eyes. Fighting past the tightness in his throat, he asked, "What... are you doing here?"

You quirked up an eyebrow, looking at him with such concern and care that he felt he would melt under it.

"My boyfriend's sick. How can I not be beside him at a time like this?"

Cater let out a small, fake chuckle as he tried to sit up on the bed. His heart did somersaults inside his chest when you helped him sit up, the place where your hands made contact with his body feeling warm and comforting. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to," you cut him off, running a hand through his hair. Cater closed his eyes, taking in the sensation, allowing the panic to loosen its hold on him. His friends had already proved that they wouldn't leave him alone no matter how difficult he got to handle.

It would only be fair to give you a chance to prove the same, right?

Green eyes opened to meet yours, as a genuine smile stretched across his lips. You mirrored his smile, tilting your head slightly towards him. "I made you some soup. Well, Trey did most of the work, but I helped," you hummed, and his eyes drifted over to the bowl on the tray and the spoon set beside it, before coming back to you.

"Why?" He asked, unable to stop the question from slipping through his lips.

"Because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

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[thesilliestangel4ever]

(Pretty sure this doesn’t count as nsfw) Can I request Leona, Cater and Vil (separately) reacting to male reader saying to their face that they have no ass?

this request made me giggle kdkwa´wa

💌 ↳ leona, cater and vil reacting to male reader telling them that they have no ass ↬🩹fem aligned DNI

🦴 Σ>― leona kingscholar ♡→ ↳💤 leona will stare at you for maybe like a solid minute 💤 i have a feeling he'd be a tiny bit offended but not really at the same time? 💤 i like to imagine he'd probably say that you dont have any either in response, or just tease you 💤 after that he'll likely ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

🎶 Σ>― cater diamond ♡→ ↳💤 I have a feeling hed fake an offended face, but after he'd start laughing. 💤 he'd wonder if you're being serious, and might ask you later on 💤 he will post a crying picture on magicam with the caption "my bf just told me i have no ass #hartbrocken #sobbing #noass #assgone #assless" 💤 later that day he'd check himself in the mirror ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

🧃 Σ>― vil schoenheit ♡→ ↳💤 vil will be extremely offended. 💤 he might also be a bit upset with the word use aswell 💤 vil will scold you 💤 i have a feeling that he would also check himself in the mirror aswell, but then he'd scoff at how dumb it is

↬read my rules before requesting please! 🦷 im sorry if i misunderstood the request! if i did feel free to send in another one, mwah ♡

[coralinnii]

Can I please request Cater, Ace, Deuce and Epel helping you after a rough break up (with someone else, not them)?

‧₊˚✧ Let me love you until you love yourself ‧₊˚✧

↳ Helping you after a rough breakup 

feat: Cater ❋ Ace ❋ Deuce ❋ Epel genre: hurt/comfort note: no pronouns were used with the reader, reader is implied to be Yuu!reader, depictions of toxic relationships, implications of violence,

Similar prompt: finding out you got brutally rejected

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You see, Cater already had a suspicion that your boyfriend wasn’t the greatest pick. Years of listening to his older sisters talk about red flags to look out has honed his sixth sense about these kind of stuff.

But what was he supposed to tell you? He’s not going to just barge into your relationship and tell you that he feels some off vibes about your man. All he could do was be there for you when you needed an ear to hear you out. 

But he started to notice that you were less like yourself as the relationship went on. Your Magicam account wasn’t as active and soon even your close friends weren’t sure when was the last time you hung out with them. Cater could only catch you in class or with your glaring boyfriend clinging to you. 

Your relationship finally hit an ugly crescendo when your boyfriend publicly humiliated you and ended things in the open hallway. The reason Cater learned was because you wanted to go out with your friends again, even if he didn’t want to. 

Night Raven College has a knack for choosing students with rather vindictive personalities and no matter how subtle it is, Cater is no different. The sociable redhead may not always be the type to step up to lead or start something, but he is more than willing to teach a tactless underclassman a lesson on respect.

It doesn’t matter which dorm your ex is from since the extrovert Cater has friends and contacts of all the Housewardens, vice Housewardens and other notable students with authority. Call it his privilege for his chatty nature and years on this large campus.

With a charming set of words and implications from the smooth-talking Cater, most of them picked up the hint that a certain jerk needed some well-deserved punishment. For disgracing the dorm’s dignity, they all claimed. 

With the personified ick dealt with, all of Cater’s attention is on you. The versatile upperclassman can be anything you need in your time of healing. Cafe dates, unhinged frustration venting, screaming karaoke sessions with a chill support group (an exclusive privilege courtesy of the Pop Music Club), or a judgeless crying session as he held you together both metaphorically and literally. 

The screaming karaoke and dessert binging was fun and all, but the feeling of Cater’s warm hands as he gently rubbed your back as you hiccuped through your tears was a healing moment that left you raw but appreciative. 

Perhaps there was a little bit of guilt, or even something deeper within his heart for you, but as he wrapped his arms around you closer whilst you fell asleep in comfort, Cater thought to himself to protect you from something like this for as long as he can stay with you, for as long as he could do to stay with you.

“Hey now, no tears. Cay-Cay to the rescue!” 

Oh he hated your ex from day 1. No, it wasn’t because of his personal feelings for you, it was just literally everything about that jerk. At every chance, Ace would snidely comment and jeer the as*hole. The only reason he would stop was if you personally asked him to get along with him. 

“Tch. Fine, I guess” 

So Ace is a liar, but at least he’s a good actor. He’s willing to smile and laugh but he never lets the suspicious feeling fade. 

That suspicion quickly became rage when Grim told him that jerk of yours broke up with you over text. 

Turns out your (ex) boyfriend was dating you in hopes to catch the attention of a crush from his hometown, sending pictures in hopes to stir up some jealousy. Questions became screaming matches in your room and soon you were left a broken mess alone in your bedroom.

When Ace knocked on your door sometime later, you saw him in a familiar heart-shaped collar which wasn’t a surprising image. Without saying much, all Ace offered as a vague explanation was that he got into a fight with some jerk student.

As Ace was getting comfortable on your sofa, Cater later texted you, giving full details of what happened. Turns out the “jerk student” was your ex who was running his mouth oh how you were crazy and unbearable out in the courtyard, where Ace was passing by.

“Riddle is pretty pissed right now. Ace just went crazy on him and wouldn’t let up until we pulled him away. But still, be kind to him, k? He had good intentions.” 

Sitting together on the sofa, the two of you made quite an interesting image. Your eyes were red with wet tracks all over your face from crying while Ace had swollen patches of blue and black on his normally boyishly charming face. 

You broke the tension. “You didn’t need to do that, you know.” 

Ace brushed your words off. “What are you talking about? I did it for me. That dude always rubbed me the wrong way.” 

Ace is a liar, but strangely you didn’t mind it when he did it.

“Just so we’re clear, I didn’t do it for you. Alright? Good, so don’t go thinking too deep into it…”

A model student would support all of his peers, Deuce convinced himself. It was why he kept himself from just straight-up wrecking this punk that you found yourself dating. But Deuce trusts you. Maybe Deuce’s misjudging him since he can’t imagine you falling for someone beneath you, and he assumed that despite how he feels about your partner, this dude wouldn’t be stupid enough to not treat you good. 

But unbeknownst to Deuce, arguments were common in your relationship with your insecure partner. From complaining that you don’t spend time with him (um, because you were busy saving your friends from overblot?) to outright blaming you for emasculating him in his own relationship because of your popularity in school for your accomplishments. 

The breakup itself was honestly anti-climatic, and everyone could see it from a while away so it came to the surprise of no one. 

It was the aftermath of all of the arguments with your ex that truly hurt you. What was once a source of pride to you became reasons of your anxiety as you wondered if your ex held truth in his accusations. 

“You think you’re perfect ‘cause you’re doing a little better than me? Get over your high horse, you pretentious b-“

“Are you ok?” Deuce’s voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts, bringing you back to the library where you were helping Deuce with a subject he was failing. 

You tried smiling but Deuce noticed the tenseness of your features and try asking once more, which led you to ultimately voicing your worries. 

“Maybe I was being too boastful, I shouldn’t just talk about me- Wait, Deuce?!” 

You managed to catch Deuce by the hem of his sleeve before flinching at the sight of the glaring rage in Deuce’s fiery eyes. 

“Where is that no-good coward! That punk’s getting what's coming to him!” 

It took some time (and getting kicked out from the library) for Deuce to finally settle his rage. Still, he was muttering some choice words to describe your ex which made you chuckle just a little. You wanted the breakup to be civil and simply pass as an unpleasant memory but you admit that seeing someone get mad for your sake was…nice. Almost heart-warming, really.

Suddenly, Deuce turned to face you. Back straight and his strong fist firmly pressed to his chest, Deuce looked to you with pure honesty as he promised to protect you from your worthless ex with everything he’s got. 

It took you quite some time to admit that when Deuce made that promise, you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“If anyone gives you grief for that, just ignore 'em. Let me handle them, I’m pretty strong.”

Romance honestly flies over Epel’s head. Afterall, the relationships he’s seen are his town’s couples who've been married for decades with kids all grown up, and the ones he’s seen in films and books. All he knew was, if you like someone and you’re dating them, you should be counting yer lucky stars and make sure you treat them right.

So, imagine the genuine look of surprise on his face when his dormmates whispered rumors that you were caught in an ugly argument with your boyfriend, with accusations that your man was actually cheating with someone supposedly prettier than you. 

Now, imagine his unbridled rage when Epel found that it was true. Your ex-boyfriend apparently held high expectations of himself and the partners he deemed to be worthy by his side. While he settled for you, he was looking around for another companion that “best suits his standards” as he said. 

It took a strict scolding and promise of harsh reprimanding from Vil to calm the young freshman down as his hometown habits rushed back to him. How he wanted to give that no-good son of a backyard mutt a mighty beating for what he did to you.

Instead, Vil suggested that Epel rather hit him where it would really hurt for unsavory fellows like him, through his pride. 

“If he thought he was better off with someone that “best suits his standards” as he put it, try proving to him he ended up with what he deserved. ” 

After deciphering what Vil meant, Epel used his noggin to hurt your ex where it really hurts. No longer was he the runt of a small village, but a man with various connections and skills to get a leg over his enemies. 

With his persistence, he convinced his Spelldrive captain, Leona to sit with you during lunch, and have the Vil Schoenheit spoil you with high-end gifts in public. With the attention of the most famous students showing you favor, everyone in NRC whispered and commented on who really won in the breakup. 

“He cheated while dating someone like that? What a mistake.” 

Behind his soft expression, Epel mentally smirked at the plummeting image of the man who prioritized fame over love. "You darn right a mistake it was, he thought.

In the entire time Epel treated you like the most important person on campus…in public at least.

In the privacy of your dormroom, you worked hard in holding in your laughter as Epel swore up a storm like a drunken sailor about the worthless ex of yours. Like Vil, it’ll be up to you to make sure he won’t go off picking a fight with your ex. 

Still, there was something undeniably true to Epel’s character to defend your honor, however he does it. 

“I ain’t too good at these sneaky schemes, but you gotta admit I got ‘im real good. Don’t cha think?”

[blues824]

hi!! if your requests are still open, may i request the twst third years with a s/o based on la muerte from the book of life??

i absolutely adore your works btw!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

La Muerte is so beautiful bro. Gender-neutral reader who is not Yuu and is a second-year in Heartslabyul. Xibalba is your friend and not your husband here.

Trey Clover

He is as sweet as sugar, and you are literally made of sugar. As an immortal deity, you are not used to such trivial things like baking for yourself. You typically used your magic to whip up some food quickly that would supply the entirety of the realm you ruled over: the Land of the Remembered. Yeah, you were kind of abducted by the carriage and taken here from your realm about two years ago. Luckily, you trusted Xibalba to rule over both realms, as he was your friend.

The way you dressed was definitely different than most of the Twisted Wonderland inhabitants. You had a red outfit infused with orange and yellow marigolds along with a fancy and big sombrero with tiny skulls dangling off of the brim. On top of the sombrero was a candle along with a few feathers, more marigolds, and more tiny skulls. You once whipped up a replica sombrero for Trey and he really liked it. You even did his face paint on both November 1st and November 2nd for Dia de Muertos, which was a rather intimate affair (I mean romantic, not where your filthy minds went to lol. Take that to my other blog).

You informed him that you would have to go visit your realm during the two days, and he placed a kiss on the back of your hand to bid you farewell. If you were being honest, you weren’t expecting such a gesture, and you pulled him in by the lapels of his dorm uniform jacket and placed a rather passionate kiss on his lips. He started reciprocating when someone walked in on you two, which was when you quickly pulled away and headed to your room to prepare for your departure.

When the whole ordeal with Azul took place and you heard that he was giving Yuu trouble, you were absolutely pissed off. You were baking something with Trey when the Prefect of Ramshackle as well as Jack Howl rushed over to you and pleaded with you for your help as the cecaelia tricked their friends and about the unfair deal proposed by the Housewarden of Octavinelle. Trey, having known you for two years as you were a year behind him, warned them to cover their ears.

In a flash of blinding light, the four of you all were teleported to the office as you shouted Azul’s name at the top of your lungs. Even with everyone’s ears covered, they felt as though their eardrums would burst. The unfortunate cecaelia felt a bit of blood trickle from his ear, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He had a borderline murderous deity in his office, after all. You demanded that the octopus break the contracts or you will make sure that he ends up in the Land of the Forgotten faster than he could say ‘deal’. Your baker boyfriend was definitely surprised and tried to calm you down, but you weren’t having it. You even slapped him for having the audacity to make a wager that you knew they wouldn’t have any chance of succeeding in.

It wasn’t until the eventual battle between Azul’s overblot and everyone else where Trey finally understood the extent of being a deity and how much it took out of you. You were not allowed to interfere with the affairs of mortals, so you had to stand by helplessly. The Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul heard about your feelings when you came back to the dorm. You broke down in tears and he pulled you into his arms to comfort you.

Cater Diamond

It was pretty much love at first sight for him. When he saw you in the Mirror Chamber that day when you came to NRC and you got sorted into Heartslabyul, he was captivated. He wanted so very much to take over introducing the first years just to be able to see you, but he knew that someone else was in charge of it. However, when you were getting settled in your room, there was a knock on the door and Cater came in to check on you. That started a friendship that would last until it turned into a relationship.

His Magicam as well as his normal camera roll was filled with pictures of you, and you were beautiful in every single one of them. I don’t mean this in a creepy way; he had your consent. You’ve even made a matching sombrero for him and you both posed for a picture. He didn’t post it, but he made it his home screen. His lock screen was a picture that Ace took when you were doing his face paint to look like yours on November 1st.

When you told him that you would have to leave that night to make sure that the Land of the Remembered was alright, he was pleading with you not to leave and he followed you around like a sad puppy. Eventually, you got kind of fed up and just pulled him into a kiss on the lips, catching him by surprise. You pulled away with a giggle before leaving to go to your room, and you left a stunned Cater behind. It wasn’t until he met up with you in the Mirror Chamber where he returned your kiss with one of his own, giving you a surprise before you headed back to your realm.

The first time he saw your less-nicer side was when you were both doing your makeup in his room to get ready for a photo shoot in your second year and his third year. Yuu and Jack burst into the room, asking for your help because Azul cheated in his deals with the students who got his study guides. Oh, you were livid. You took a deep breath in anger and roared Azul’s name. There was a blindingly bright light, but then there was an unsettling silence.

Everyone now found themselves in the Housewarden of Octavinelle’s office within the Mostro Lounge, and you were yelling at him. You had a vice grip on his tie as you threatened him and demanded that he end the contracts lest you end his life much earlier than it was originally intended to. The poor social media influencer had no idea how to calm down his significant other, but he definitely started recording so that others could be aware what happens when you make a deal with the cecaelia. Suddenly, a loud smack resounded, and it knocked the octopus merman to the wall as you walked off.

Then there was the battle with the overblots that you had to sit through. With Riddle’s, with Leona’s, with Azul’s, with each of them, you couldn’t do anything. Cater asked why you couldn’t, and you had tears in your eyes as you explained that you couldn’t interfere with the affairs of man. The pain in your eyes as you feared for not only Yuu’s life but also the overblot victim’s was a pain that Cater never wanted to see in your eyes again. Once it was reported that everyone would be alright, he quickly wiped the tears that fell and assured you that everyone made it out alive.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s somehow a more tsundere version of Xibalba. When he first met you, he tried so hard to convince himself that you looked weird rather than gorgeous. However, it was all in vain because he felt surprisingly grumpy and jealous when you got sorted into Heartslabyul rather than Savanaclaw. It was a few moments later where you walked up to him and told him that you had gotten separated from the group and needed assistance. In reality, you knew where your group was, you just wanted to talk to the grumpy-looking lion. That started both a humorous and an infuriating relationship between the two of you.

In November of that year, you walked into his room as gracefully as you usually did with a trail of marigold petals behind you. Leona was, surprisingly, wide awake and he watched you walking to his side of the bed. When you sat down, you let out a sigh as you told him that you would have to depart at midnight to make sure that Día de Muertos ran smoothly in your realm. To say that he didn’t want you to leave would be an understatement, but he knew that you needed to leave. Now, this did not stop him from pulling you into his bed and using you as a pillow, savoring the time left before you had to go home for an entire two days.

The day you came back was the day to rejoice for many, especially if they were in the Spelldrive Club. During the entire time, Leona was grumpy and made everyone run more laps, making a few of the members throw up because of dehydration in the heat that Savanaclaw had to offer. You heard about this, and when you walked up to him, you leaned in close and pretended like you were going to give him a kiss, when you suddenly slapped him with some magnolia petals and walked off in anger.

He started off strong, not chasing after you and trying to convince himself that you were in the wrong… but he grew restless. From what he could see, you were living your best life at Heartslabyul and with the Ramshackle group, often acting as a parental figure. He eventually came crawling back (not literally, but he was close) and apologized with a bouquet of flowers and a fancy picnic in the Botanical Gardens. You, being a sucker for romantic gestures, found it in your heart to forgive him.

This peace was short lived, however, because you eventually found out about how Leona planned on sabotaging the Spelldrive tournament. You were fiddling with one of your marigold flowers that went behind your ear, chilling in your dorm room, when Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce told you everything that they discovered. They also told you the fact that Leona may or may not be overblotting at the moment. You were angry beyond belief. You roared your lover’s name as a bright light shined throughout because of your candle, and everyone was teleported to the colosseum. 

Everyone was shocked at how angry you looked, including the overblotting victim. The slap you gave him drained him of all the ink, and made him fall. They all prayed to whatever higher being was up there that you had mercy on the man because from the looks on it, you would leave him within an inch of death. You did visit him in the infirmary, and you gave him the silent treatment which made him feel even shittier than he already felt. Eventually, he recovered a bit and promised that he wouldn’t try and cheat in the game ever again. You gave in, and you placed a kiss on his lips and stayed by his side until he was cleared to leave.

Vil Schoenheit

He was in his second year when he met you, and it was during the sorting event. Your makeup was so strange but so beautiful, as was your sombrero. You would think that the candle on top would go out, but no. Anyways, he couldn’t explain the sudden sadness that filled him when you were assigned to the Heartslabyul dorm, as he thought that you would definitely be in Pomefiore. It didn’t matter in the long run, because after about an hour, you walked up to him and asked if he could put you in the direction of your dormitory. He volunteered to walk you there, and you both learned a lot about each other.

The two of you can often be found in his room, and he would sometimes ask if you could do his makeup like yours. The first time he did it, it surprised you, but you gladly got everything ready. As you were doing his face paint, you told him the meaning behind the calaveras, and how they symbolize smiling at death and happiness and the sweetness of life, making him smile since you were made of sugar. Once you were finished, you used your magic to whip up a sombrero of his own, identical to yours but in purple, and you both posed for a picture taken by Rook Hunt. However, Vil still had a surprise up his sleeve; when the picture was done, he placed a kiss on your cheek before going to reapply his lipstick.

Unfortunately, this was all to lead up to you telling him that you would have to depart at midnight to celebrate Dia de Muertos with your realm, the Land of the Remembered, for two days. He knew the responsibility that resided on your shoulders, so he placed a kiss on the back of your hand to bid you farewell. However, that wasn’t enough for you, so you pulled him into a kiss on the lips. You apologized for ruining his lipstick before going through the mirror, but that kiss was unforgettable. He thought about it every second of every minute of every hour that passed by until you returned, where he was able to return it.

This sweet side of you did slip a few times, giving way to an angrier you, and Vil got to see it almost every single time. You were arranging a bunch of magnolia flowers into two vases, so you and Vil could each have one, when Yuu and Jack Howl burst into the room. The Housewarden of Pomefiore was annoyed, but you placed your hand on his shoulder to calm him down… only for you to grip it in anger once you heard what Azul Ashengrotto had done to Ace, Deuce, and Grim; basically your children. Vil shouted for them to cover their ears as you were trembling. Then, at the top of your lungs, you screamed Azul’s name in pure rage as there was a blind light emitting from the candle atop your sombrero and everyone was teleported to the cecaelia’s office.

They eventually all snapped back to reality because you were yelling at Azul. You were slapping him like Edna Mode slapped Elastigirl, and Vil had to pry you off. You were fighting against him, but you didn’t want to hurt him so you calmed down and just demanded that his victims be let out of their contracts. Unfortunately, the contracts are binding, so you couldn’t do much. You did, however, spread the news about his shady deals and everyone believed you because you were their parent away from their actual parents. It was honestly the worst curse or poison that Vil couldn’t compete with, and that’s what he really loved about you.

Let’s not forget about the multiple overblots that you just had to watch through because you were not allowed to interfere much with mortal dilemmas unless it was Dia de Muertos, in which you were given a bit of leeway. However, it just so happened that none of the overblots landed on either of those days, so as Vil overblotted and went on a rampage of rage, you could only watch on while Yuu and Grim fought each one. It was unfortunate that you were in a current bet with Xibalba and couldn’t take the Medal of Everlasting Life and give it to Yuu.

Rook Hunt

This man felt Cupid’s arrow pierce his heart in his second year at NRC once he saw you being sorted into your dormitory, and his heart broke and turned cold as a lifeless body once you were sorted into Heartslabyul instead of Pomefiore. However, you took him by surprise by coming up to him and asking for assistance to get to your group as you got separated. On the way, he was very bold and straightforward about how he was a connoisseur in all things beautiful, and you were absolutely pulchritudinous. To say the bombardment of compliments flustered you would be an understatement, but you loved it.

He loved having you pose for pictures, much like a very formal portrait. You had become his muse, and you didn’t mind it. Many people back in your land have images that they conjured of you, so it was really no different than normal. The marigolds worked well, and he would have someone on a ladder, delicately dropping petals so that it would make for a good photo effect. Then, you asked if you could do his makeup like yours and take pictures, and he felt another one of Cupid’s arrows pierce his heart. 

November 1st came quicker than you wanted, and you had to depart after the Halloween celebrations to the Land of the Remembered to celebrate Dia de Muertos. By that point, you had grown very comfortable with physical affection between the two of you, so it did not come as a surprise that he pulled you into a kiss so deep that it was bordering on making out. You had to stop him before it progressed, but you knew that he would miss you, and you knew that you would miss him as well. However, you had a realm to get to in time for the festivities, and you made sure to take pictures of your time back home and post them on Magicam.

Your happy-go-lucky self was not around to stay for very long, though, because one day, as you were being bombarded with serenades and such by your lovely boyfriend here, Yuu and Jack suddenly burst in to plead with you for your help. Azul had used his cunning to persuade Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a bunch of other people into a shady contract that they had no chance of meeting, and this pissed you off to no end. Rook warned the two First Years to cover their ears as you took a deep breath, and then you screamed Azul’s name in anger. There was literal fire in your eyes, and it was burning as bright as the flame of the candle that was on top of your sombrero, which was burning at a blinding brightness.

All of a sudden, everyone found themselves in Azul’s office, your hand grasping his tie as you got in his face and started yelling at him. No one had ever seen the cecaelia so pale as he was trying to scramble away. His strength, however, could not even begin to compare to yours since your strength was boosted by your wrath. Jack, Yuu, and Rook all tried to pry you away, and it wasn’t until the last person where you let go of the scared-to-death Second Year. As you held your beloved hunter’s hand while he led you out, you turned to give Azul a death glare and called him a “misbegotten son of a leper’s donkey”. 

Every time there was an overblot, Rook had to see how sad you were, and he hated it. You were helpless, as you couldn’t do much to interfere, especially after Leona’s overblot where you intervened. After each one preceding that incident, you gradually got more and more upset, and your lover was here to hold you as you wept. You believed that there was good in all mankind, but they were doing too much, which in turn put too much on your shoulders because you felt guilty. Rook would always be there for you, no matter what, because he loved you so much that he never wanted to see you sad.

Idia Shroud

He was there, physically, during your orientation, and he almost fainted when you stepped up to the mirror to be sorted. You were just so gorgeous, he didn’t feel like he could handle it. Then, you glance in his direction, as his fiery hair was very hard to miss. His hair went pink, and you smiled at him?! He could die a happy man at this point, but he had to focus on the new members of his own dorm, which you did not get sorted into. After the sorting, however, you surprised him by going up to him and asking for directions, and he just froze. You smiled again before grabbing your hand in his and asking if he was alright, and he fainted.

It was a rather rough journey, but you somehow both ended up together eventually. He does still get shy around you, but you make it known that it is quite alright for him to mess up in front of you because you didn’t mind. In fact, you loved his rather clumsy behavior, as you thought it was endearing. He finds comfort in you, as you do with him, especially since you were a deity and he was the Housewarden of Ignihyde. Once, you did his makeup to look like yours, and he was so flustered by the close proximity that his hair went red. But once you were done, you placed a kiss on his cheek which left a lipstick mark… and he fainted again.

Anyways, a few days later, you had come with the unfortunate news that you had to leave for the Land of the Remembered for two days. Idia did not want you to go, but he knew that you had a responsibility to celebrate with your people. He FaceTimed you (yes, FaceTimed; not just a voice call) and you showed him a few people you were celebrating with. Now, was he jealous of Xibalba being so close to you? Yes. Could he really do anything about it? No. That aside, he was counting down the hours until he would see you again, and when you returned he summoned the courage to greet you at the mirror, which surprised you. You placed a kiss on his lips, and a dopey smile stretched across his face as he followed you back to his dorm like a lovesick fool.

The happy moment wouldn’t last very long, as Yuu and Jack Howl both burst into Idia’s room to plead for your help. You stood up in surprise, tossing your sombrero onto your boyfriend to make sure that he was hidden from view and thus didn’t need to communicate. However, the surprises kept coming, as you were just informed that Azul dragged people into his shady dealings, and you started shaking in pure anger. It went silent until the entire earth started to rumble, and you screamed Azul’s name at the top of your lungs.

In a few seconds, they were all teleported to the cecaelia’s office. You got in his face and started screaming at him, and he and Idia both had the same fearful expression. However, the latter was glad that your wrath was not directed at him. He instead felt pity for his Board Game Club member, as there was no strategic move that he could have predicted. Emotion wasn’t foreseeable, and neither was the end of your one-sided screaming match. Then, a slap resounded throughout the room and even the Lounge, as everyone went silent. The hand print that was imprinted on Azul’s face was redder than a STOP sign, and you let out a frustrated groan before marching off.

When Idia overblotted, you had never felt a fear so harrowing. You had interfered twice before; with Riddle and Leona; but you couldn’t any longer. It was against the rules within the Book of Life. Sure, there were other overblots up until this point, but your beloved flame was being taken over by an energy-drinking ink. When you slapped Leona a few months prior, some ink resided on your hand, and you had to employ the professors’ help because sugar is very absorbent and the ink spread up your hand. Even if you could interfere with mortal affairs, you couldn’t interfere with the overblots (canon event??)

Malleus Draconia

He met you in his second year at NRC, and you were a first year. It was your orientation, and he caught your gaze, and there was a nearly instant connection. He felt hopeful when you were getting sorted, and made sure to keep his eye on you lest you slip into the crowd. Luckily, your sombrero (Malleus did not know what it was called at this point in time, but thought that it was a lovely and unique hat) gave you away and he went up to you and introduced himself as Malleus Draconia. You, being the deity of the Land of the Remembered, already knew who he was because there was a very long line of Draconias celebrating there right at this moment. 

From that point on, you both completely fell in love with each other. One day, you both had extra time, and you knew that your departure was coming up in a few days, so you asked if you could do his face paint to spend some more time with him before breaking the news. He, not knowing anything, agreed and loved the close proximity that it brought between you. Your hands as you positioned his face felt soft and sweet against his skin, much like powdered sugar. As you were putting everything away, you let out a sad sigh before just ripping the bandaid off. 

To say he was upset the first time would be an understatement, but your second year was a bit easier for him. Now, if any of the other guys were jealous of Xibalba, Malleus was on a whole other level. He saw a picture you had posted on Magicam (with the guidance of Lilia), and he was angry. When you got back, he was distant before asking who he was, and you realized that you had a jealous dragon on your hands. You laughed before placing a bunch of kisses on his face and assuring him that you held no romantic interest for your dear friend and that you much preferred him anyway. It made him feel a bit better, but you still owed him attention.

When he got to experience your anger was before Leona’s overblot. Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce each made the trek to Diasomnia just to ask for your assistance. In the relatively short time that the dragon prince had known you, he had never seen your hands start to shake, and suddenly the entire ground started to shake as well. Malleus reached out, but had to cover his ears as you screamed Leona’s name at the top of your lungs and the candle atop your sombrero burned to a blinding degree.

Everyone aside from the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley found themselves at the colosseum. He wasn’t too shocked that you were gone, as he knew about your abilities, but he quickly grabbed a mirror and used his magic to see what was going on. It was clear that you were angry, and the nice clean slap that you delivered even made Malleus flinch. He had no idea that his beloved was capable of such a thing, as you were always kind, polite, and loving to all of those around you. However, when he saw the ink drain from his rival’s body, he couldn’t help but try harder to remain on your good side so that you don’t slap him.

Unfortunately, there were many more overblots to come, and when you went back to the Land of the Remembered for the second time, Xibalba as well as the Candlemaker warned you that you could not interfere with them. You came back crying and running into your lover’s arms, explaining your situation through tears. He held you, knowing that you needed comforting, and he removed your sombrero to place gentle kisses on the crown of your head. If he was here, no one could hurt you. You felt safe in his embrace.

Lilia Vanrouge

When he saw you, he knew you were familiar. You were one of the gods above watching over the war he fought hard in, and you were the one who kept the bloodshed limited. You recognized him too once you met his gaze, and you were a bit surprised before you smiled and politely nodded your head. Then it was your turn to be sorted, and you ended up in Heartslabyul. It wasn’t the ideal dormitory, as Lilia did want to thank you for everything you did, but you were nowhere to be seen, despite your large hat. It wasn’t until classes started when he found you. A trail of magnolia petals trailed after you, and you went up to him directly to ask him where one of your classrooms was. He extended his arm out for you to take, and he led you to the door, at which you gave him a kiss on the cheek before entering.

Since then, you both have been together. You have taken over the role as co-parent of the Diasomnia dormitory, despite already being a parental figure in the Heartslabyul dormitory. You definitely can whip up better food than he could, and it was delicious. When you heard that your beloved was feeding these poor students something akin to garbage stew, you knew that you needed to interfere and you showed them the cuisine from back in your land. They all fell in love, and they never wanted you to leave.

However, life as a deity meant that you would have to leave back to your home every once in a while, specifically November 1st-2nd. As you were helping Lilia set up the Halloween decorations, you explained that you would be departing later that night so that you could arrive back home early. The former general understood, as you had done the same thing the year prior, but he wanted to see you off before you left. At the mirror, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand to say farewell. You just pulled him into a very passionate kiss in response, and he was not complaining in the very least.

During the entirety of your trip, Lilia kept himself updated by texting you and keeping up with your Magicam page. He wasn’t very jealous when he saw you posing with Xibalba, as he knows that you are very loyal, and he was glad you were having fun celebrating your holiday. You left behind a bunch of recipes that the other members of the dormitory tried recreating, but it just didn’t hit the same. They never wanted you to leave again once you came back, but the bat fae knew you would be going on the same trip next year as well as the one after that.

Let’s get to the topic of your anger. Lilia has faced a small ounce of it once, and it was when you found out that your poor ‘children’ were being fed garbage. You glared at him every single time he entered the kitchen. When Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce all came to report that Leona was sabotaging the Spelldrive games, Lilia heard it all. The candle that sat on the top of your sombrero burned brighter and brighter until everyone found themselves at the colosseum. Lilia was already there, but he knew that shit was about to go down. You were yelling and screaming at the overblot victim, until a slap was heard and all the ink was drained from the Housewarden of Savanaclaw’s body. Anyone present just sat in shock as you stomped off in anger, but your boyfriend chased after you to try and calm you down.

A few days later, you had received a letter from your friends back in the Realms of the Dead, and it said that you could no longer interfere with the overblots. You showed it to Lilia as you were in tears, and he was surprised. He knew how much it meant to you when you were able to help, especially when it came to the magicless Yuu. But the rules were clear, and he made a promise that he would help out with each overblot as much as he could on your behalf, and you pulled him into another kiss to express your gratitude.

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Loving Waves (Cater x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of depression

You sat before a small, cozy fire, your towel wrapped around your shoulders. The sun had just set behind the sea, a blanket of stars cast above in its departure. While you and your friends would usually be back at the hotel by now, drying off and getting ready to eat dinner, you decided to chow down on some snacks by beachside fire instead. The chilly sea breeze was barely noticeable beside the crackling flames. The snacks were plentiful as well, ranging from fruits to hotdogs. That was to be said for every other campfire that now dotted the beach. You were all set for at least another hour or two. 

You then suddenly notice the empty space next to you. Your forehead creased, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked around. Where was Cater? He surely would have announced if he was going to the bathroom or fetching a drink. It wasn’t like him to just wander off without a word, especially amidst all the fun banter and lively conversation. Why, just minutes before his disappearance, you and the rest of your group had taken a picture for his Magicam account. Where could he have gone?

It seemed you weren’t the only one who took notice of his absence. When your gaze landed on Trey, who sat across from you, his eyes were fixated on the empty seat. He glanced over at you, expression unreadable for a moment before a sad smile stretched across his face. He then nodded his head to the side, gesturing over to the tall, rocky cliff that towered over the beach several feet away. You looked up to its peak, squinting as you tried to make out any figures. When there were none to be found, that could only mean one thing: Cater had retreated to the little space beside the cliff’s edge. It wasn’t too big of a place, but large enough to be a small beach of its own. 

With a nod of thanks to Trey, you stood up from your position next to the fire. Ace and Deuce glanced up at you, attention torn from whatever they’d been discussing. “Where are you going?” Ace asked, Deuce’s face conveying the same question. 

“I’m just gonna stretch my legs for a bit,” you answered. “They’re getting a bit stiff.” 

They seemed to buy your excuse. “Well, hurry back,” Ace grinned deviously, “or I’m going to steal your share of snacks.” 

“No he’s not.” Deuce gave Ace a ‘don’t you dare’ look before he smiled up at you. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t.” 

You chuckled. “At least one of you is looking after my well-being.” You began to walk off, but not before you glanced back over your shoulder. “I’ll be back in a bit.” 

With a nod from your friends, who returned to their own merriment, you made your way to the cliff. It wasn’t a long trek, but the sand slowed you down. You expected Cater to emerge from behind the rock wall at any moment, all smiles as he asked what you were doing. When you finally made it to the small beach and still found no sign of Cater, you wondered if Trey was mistaken. Just before you went to look somewhere else, you spotted a faint light from behind a small rock. It was just big enough to hide a person…and a person is what you found. 

Cater didn’t notice you at first. His green eyes were glued to his phone screen, scrolling through something you couldn’t see. If you had to guess though, it was likely Magicam. That was typical for Cater - what wasn’t was the look on his face. His lips were turned downward, his frown paired with tired, almost sad eyes. You could see bags under his lower eyelids; how had you not noticed them before? Come to think of it, Cater had been wearing makeup that morning. It must have washed off while you were all playing in the water. 

His knees were tucked under his chin, posture slouched as he continued scrolling. His solemn look could honestly put Idia to shame. Your heart clenched painfully at the mere sight of him. You were the rare few who knew of Cater’s depression, of his insecurities and fears. You wondered how long he’d felt like this…how you hadn’t noticed it sooner. Cater was good at hiding things, but you were equally as good when it came to pinpointing his true feelings. You felt guilty for being blind to his true mindset, for however long he’d been in it that day - or maybe longer. 

As you took a step closer, Cater finally noticed you. He was startled by your sudden appearance; if you’d surprised him anymore, he might have lept off the sand. As quick as that surprise came, it was just as quickly replaced by his usual carefree smile. He untucked his knees from his chin, phone screen black as he slipped it into his pocket. Cater tried to look as though nothing was amiss - as he often did, sadly. “Heya, [Y/n]. What’re you doing back here?” 

“I came to find you.” He seemed to notice your concerned tone, expression likely holding the same emotion. Even so, Cater pressed on, as though to make you forget what you saw. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry! Just needed to check something real quick.” He stood from his place behind the rock and dusted off his shorts. You could now get a better look at his face. There were…tear streaks on his cheeks. He’d been crying. “C’mon, let’s head back before-” 

“Cater.” The sudden sound of his name stopped the man mid-sentence. His eyebrows raised as he looked at you, silent as he let you continue. “What’s wrong?”

Cater feigned ignorance as he replied, “What do you mean? I’m fine.” 

“Cater.” You were almost afraid to touch him in fear of breaking a boundary, your hand raised in the air as you stopped yourself from grabbing his arm. “You’ve been crying - there’s tear streaks on your face.” Cater’s fingers came to touch his cheek, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, you cut him off. “And don’t try and tell me they’re from when we all were playing around earlier. I know better.” 

The two of you stood in silence. Cater’s head dropped as he looked down at the sand, seemingly trying to avoid your gaze. You took a leap of faith and finally touched his arm; you thanked whatever god there was that Cater didn’t pull away. He used to be so picky about you touching him the first few times you found him upset. You were happy he’d at least gained some level of comfort with you. “Cater, please,” you begged, voice soft as you tried to comfort him, “tell me what’s wrong.” 

For a few more seconds, Cater said not a word. Then, with a sigh that was almost pitiful, Cater dropped his cheerful persona. He put his hands in his pockets as he gave you a shrug, though still neglected to meet your eye. “I dunno…just one of those days where I think people don’t want me here, I guess.” 

“Did someone say something to you?” 

“No…” A few strands of hair fell free from his updo and dropped in front of his face. “It was just…I don’t know. Felt like everyone would have more fun without me.” His frown deepened as he shifted his feet. “A few locals recognized me from my Magicam earlier, too. I met them in the hotel lobby. Most were fine, friendly…but there were a couple that didn’t seem too happy to see me.” 

In your mind’s eye, you could see the dark tendrils of depression and self-doubt crawl up Cater’s spine, trapping him in their sick embrace. You wanted to rip them from his body, and from the troubled mine from which they came…but it was not that simple. You knew it wasn’t a straight path to recovery. Cater had his ups and downs, his hurdles to jump; there would be times he fell into the pits of despair. Unlike the past, however, you were now there to comfort him. Not only that, but to help him - pull him back up when he fell down. He wouldn’t give him, you wouldn’t allow it. 

“They might not have been,” you admitted. Your heart ached as you saw Cater’s shoulders slump a little more. His head lifted, however, when you gently took his hand. You looked deep into those sad green eyes as you spoke again. “But their opinions don’t matter. You have friends who care for you, Cater, that love to be around you.” You squeezed his hand a little tighter to emphasize your point, hoping he wouldn’t let go. “Even if they don’t entirely know the real you, I do - and as someone who knows the real Cater, I can say with full confidence they’ll love you just as much as I do.” 

There was a glimmer in Cater’s eyes, subtle yet bright. They looked a little hopeful now, and a little smile came to complement it. “You think so?”

“I know so.” 

Cater didn’t seem fully confident in that hope of yours - yet he grasped it anyway. His posture straightened as his smile grew, and the shadow over his face slowly faded. Unlike many smiles Cater wore day in and day out, this one was genuine. They seemed to come out more when you were around. “Thanks, [Y/n]...how’re you so good at words, huh? You cast a spell on me?”

You let out a giggle. “Nope - just my optimism and face in you.” 

Cater’s gaze softened as he let out a faint chuckle. You were delighted as he laced his fingers with yours, now gripping your hand just as tight. “I’ll try not to disappoint you then,” he said.

“You never could,” you reassured. 

Once again, you two stood in silence; this time, however, it was a peaceful one, filled with a nice fuzzy haze that always accompanied your quiet moments together. It was like you were both in a trance, lost in the eyes of the other - something you two seemed to do often. Cater, as usual, was the first to realize. He tugged your hand as he stepped away from the rock. “C’mon, we should go. If we don’t, people might think we’re doing something nefarious~” 

You laughed as you let him pull you along. “And what nefarious deed would that be?” 

“Mm, I don’t know, you tell me.” A smirk teased on his lips as he leaned down towards your face. “You’re the one who said you loved me.” 

“Wh-Wha?!” Cater chuckled as you stammered, eyes narrowed in delight. “When did I say that?” 

“When you said our friends would love me just as much as you do.” Yeah, Cater was teasing you now. “You sounded so genuine,” he got closer as he stopped you both in your tracks, “don’t tell me you lied.” 

“N-No, of course not! I meant every word, I just-” 

“You don’t have to get all flustered about it.” Cater was so close now; you could feel his breath against your lips. Your heart hammered in your chest as he inched closer, like he was going to…he kissed the tip of your nose before he pulled back again, though remained close. “I love you too~” 

Wait…was he…? Did he just…? You felt as though the air had left your lungs. Your cheeks burned red hot; you wanted to shy away, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. They looked so soft…so sincere, despite his teasing. He waited patiently for you to say something, hand still intertwined with yours. You could feel the other ghost over your back as he tilted his head to the side. 

“Cater…d-do you-”

“There you are!” The sudden voice startled you both. Cater swiftly pulled away from you, head turned to look at the individual walking towards you: Riddle. “Where have you two been? It’s late! According to rule #42, the night curfew-” 

“Is nine p.m sharp, yeah.” Cater cut Riddle off, for he knew at least half of them by heart now. “C’mon Riddle, we haven’t been gone that long. It’s only,” Cater pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed the button to rouse it. The sudden burst of light burned your eyes; of course, Cater was used to it. When you squinted, you could see the time on the phone clock read…9:00 p.m. 

“Well shit.” Cater put his phone in his pocket as he let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I guess we were gone longer than I thought. Sorry, Riddle…please don’t off my head?” 

“You’re lucky if I don’t collar you both.” Riddle appeared irritated, enough that you thought you would hear his signature ‘Off with your head!’ Surprisingly, that didn’t come. Instead, a tired sigh left his lips, “But, this time, I will let it slide. I myself neglected to keep up with the time. I am ashamed it was Professor Crewel who reminded me and the others of the time, and ordered us back to the hotel.” 

Wow, Riddle neglected the time? That was unusual…you guessed he was having a bit too much fun tonight. You couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. “We’re both sorry, Riddle,” you said. “We were all just having too much fun!” You looked the young man in his gray colored eyes as you continued. “We’ll head back with you.” 

“Yes…thank you.” Riddle sighed again as he turned away and started walking back towards the campfire you’d shared with him and the others. “I will collect my things and meet you at the walkway.” The last thing you heard from the housewarden was him grumble, “I already have to wrestle Ace into leaving.” 

Well, if you two weren’t going to be collared, you knew who might. Before your thoughts could get too carried away, you felt Cater squeeze your hand a little. You looked up to see his usual smile stretched across his face. “C’mon, let’s go. Even if we won’t get collared, we don’t need Crewel on our butts.” 

You smiled and nodded in agreement. You were so happy to see Cater in a better mood. Hopefully you could help him keep it the rest of the trip. Just as you two neared the remnants of your campfire, just put out by Trey, Cater suddenly tugged you backwards. You gasped as your back hit his chest, the fabric of his opened red shirt brushing your arms. His mouth drew close to your ear as he spoke in a hushed whisper. 

“Come find me later, yeah?” You could feel his smile against your skin. “I’ll tell you everything~” 

Before the shiver could even course through your entire body, you were back beside Cater. He led you towards your things and waved at your friends as you approached. You were glad the fire was out and the moon was the only thing that lit the beach. If it wasn’t, everyone would definitely see the blush on your cheeks. Thankfully, Cater was there to help you gather your stuff and walk you to the entrance of the beach. 

And he rarely ever let go of your hand. 

[wolken-himmel]

In which Cater plans a small candlelight dinner at Heartslabyul for his and (Y/n)'s one-year anniversary.

Much to his horror, everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

Request by @cynthinesia.

"What are you dressing up for, henchhuman?"

Grim shot you a curious look as you stood in front of the mirror above the fireplace in your shared bedroom. Although the surface was full of dust and grime, it was good enough for you to properly adjust and style your hair.

"Cater invited me over to the Heartslabyul dorm and told me to dress up," you explained in excitement. "I think it's to celebrate our one-year anniversary."

Previously having lain on the bed, the cat jolted upright and shot you a surprised look. "It's been that long already? Feels like yesterday when he dragged you to that hipster cafe for a date." A scowl appeared on his face, and he feigned to gag as he complained, "And the cafe wasn't even that good... Their tuna latte was atrocious."

His comment simply earned him a shrug from you. "I rather liked the mirror-glaze cake I got back then..." you trailed off, though the grandfather clock striking loudly in the living room below made you jump to your feet. With a hastened swing to your pace, you stormed out of the room. "But anyway, I gotta go now. Don't destroy anything while I'm gone."

Grim followed you out to the front door, where he innocently sat down and grinned up at you. "No promises. I might have to destroy the lock on the tuna cupboard if you don't want me to starve."

"You know that the lock is claw-safe and fireproof, so good luck."

Meanwhile at Heartslabyul, everything seemed to be upside down. Outside in the vast garden, Deuce and Ace were busy setting up a table and two accompanying chairs. Inside, Riddle, Trey, and a few other Heartslabyul students worked in the kitchen. The people cooking and baking were in full motion — the ovens were bursting with heat, and the sound of things being diced and chopped echoed through the room. Orders and questions were being thrown around. Smells — good and bad — clashed with one another.

Cater was caught in the middle of it when he entered the lively kitchen.

His eyes gazed around the counter tops as he rubbed his hands together nervously. Simultaneously, his feet carried him over to the dorm and vice dorm leader by the oven in the corner. "Riddle, Trey— How is the food going?" he asked loudly, just to be heard over all the other noises.

The inquiry made Riddle briefly stop with whatever he was doing to raise his gaze and look at Cater. The dormleader's face possessed a strange emotionless look, steely — as if he was done with life. Riddle merely said, "...adequately," before returning to work.

That was when Cater gazed down at the bowl next to Riddle and found the source of the aforementioned disastrous smell. A shrill gasp escaped his lips. "Wait, why are the potatoes black— they look like coal!" Cater cried out, looking like he was about to faint.

"Well, Rule 71 says, 'On the third Friday of the year, the potatoes must be baked thrice as long,'" Riddle explained quickly before going back to whisk the strange shiny, dark blue substance in another bowl.

Trey shot his panicked friend an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cater—"

"Forget the potatoes," Cater said after having regained his composure. "What's important is the mirror-glaze cake."

An aggressive hum escaped Riddle's lips as he poured the liquid into a smaller bowl and added food colouring. "And I'm on it." He gritted his teeth together and let out a heart-stopping sigh after a while, then admitting, "Or I have been for the last two hours! I can't get the glaze to stick correctly to the outside of the cake!"

"Riddle, it's really hard to get right," Trey comforted, and he was right.

Still, Riddle shook his head and went back to work to whisk again. "I need to get it right," he said through pursed lips. "For Cater."

For a moment, the sight of such determination and passion comforted Cater — it assured him that perhaps, tonight wouldn't be an utter catastrophe as he had feared. A grateful smile growing on his lips, he put a hand on his dormleader's shoulder. "I appreciate your determination, Riddle." Yet, Cater tensed again when he realised there was another issue at hand — the table outside. His composure slipping, he anxiously asked, "But actually, where are my two waiters—"

"Right here!" two voices simultaneously shouted from the entrance of the kitchen as they waddled inside.

The sound of Ace and Deuce having arrived initially caused a wave of relief in him, but all of that went down the drain when he turned around properly and noticed how their clothing was dirty: brown mud stains decorated their white shirts.

Cater looked like he was about to faint — again. "Why do you look like someone's dragged you through the mud!"

The first-years shot each other embarrassed glances before Deuce admitted, "...We managed to put up everything— but at a price. The instruction manual bested us."

Cater's eyes looked like they were about to fall out as he grumbled, "What—" But, a few seconds of glaring later, he realised that he was just wasting his time. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quickly afterwards, he rubbed his temples and pointed at the door. "Anyway, it doesn't matter... Just get dressed."

"Cater, sir," another Heartslabyul student announced. "The prefect has arrived."

"Oh no— but we're not ready yet!" Cater cried out and threw his hands into the air. Everyone in the kitchen shot him a pitiful glance before they went back to work, his stress wearing off on them, too. "I-I'll just distract (Y/n) while you guys make the cake and you guys dress up properly." Cater waved them off and zoomed out of the kitchen.

"Yes, sir!" everyone replied at once.

Just as Cater had exited the kitchen, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you wandering up towards him through the corridor. Once your eyes met, a nervous shiver ran down his back as he hurried over to your side. A large smile on his face, he guided you outside to the table. "Hello, (Y/n)! Nice to have you here," he said in his usual chipper tone, albeit too chipper than usually. "Come right in, this way. You know how confusing Heartslabyul can be sometimes, eh?"

However, you saw right through him.

"Cater, you're shaking," you remarked and put a hand on his shoulder when he pushed you down into your chair. "Calm down. You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

The carefree smile he had put up as a facade slipped of his face at once, now replaced by a frown of frustration and distress. Now feeling how tired he truly was, he threw himself into his chair across from you. "That's because nothing has been going right for our one-year anniversary!" he cried out and buried his face in his hands. "Our food will never be ready anyway, and the waiters I hired aren't even dressed yet."

"It's alright," you assured and smiled at him. "I'm just really flattered that you put so much effort into this."

"Of course! Our first anniversary— it has to be picture perfect!"

"Just being here with you alone is good enough for me," you replied, and indeed, the table out in the darkness of the evening with a candle to light the area — there was nothing that could have been more romantic.

And indeed, your words seemed to have reached your boyfriend. A smile on his face, he gazed into your eyes gratefully, silently thanking you for your kindness. At the same time, he extended his hand and put it over yours that openly lay on the table. For a moment, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes silently, no word needing to be said to understand one another.

That was until the mood was interrupted by none other than Ace and Deuce appearing from the darkness. "I'm sorry to say you're not alone," Deuce said awkwardly, looking like he wanted nothing more than to leave. "Can we take your orders?"

Cater furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. "Wrong timing, Adeuce!"

"But you said we should come ASAP to be your waiters!" Ace cried out in protest.

Cater exhaled playfully. "You're fired..."

[orangelemonsstuff]

Csn you do sn mafia au again. But with cater x bartender!reader?

HELL YEAH! actually i have an idea that i wanna write a long time ago so now's the time to write it.

Diamond Candies

Gangster!Cater x Bartender!Reader

Silver Bullet!Au credits to @jackplushie

Summary: a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

your bar is packed tonight

it's not like you aren't happy it's just that

most of these customers are either gangsters or somebody from the underworld

your bar had become an dealing place or what should you say a "haven" for these men to gather around, have a couple of drinks then complete a illegal trade that slipped your ear had been made.

it's convenient for them since even the bartender don't pry to these conversations, letting it be.

it had become and the one that made your bar popular to these people was...

"ACE, YOU SPILLED SOME ON MY JACKET!!"

"Shut up Deuce you're too loud, my ears are ringing from hangover..."

these kids. the first customers you weren't grateful for

"for the last time, Mocktails doesn't have alcohol and hangovers don't work that way." you say as you wipe off the spilled residue of the counter glaring over the two teenagers that stained it in the first place

"Hey bartender when are you going to-"

"when you turn 18, here have a soda instead." you interrupt Ace as you give them both different flavor that matches their hair color, they don't seem to notice it but it had become an amusement to you to give them matching beverage each time

with how busy the bar is no one might've paid attention to anyone coming in but you are the bartender, every ring of that bell in the entrance is a new person you'll get to know even without speaking a word.

a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

you continue wiping some of the glasses as you let him walk closer to the counter

"Looks like our newcomers are having fun drinking right now!!"

"PFFTU-- CATER!?!?" he had both of his hand in their shoulder as they both spew out their drinks as it drips out of their mouths onto your counter

dammit, you just wiped that spot and how come these two didn't notice him coming closer?

"Cater- wait we can explain--"

"Hmm~ you know, Riddle's going to be so mad if he knew you two were neglecting your duties to..." his eyes follow you all of the sudden, watching you wipe the glasses in display.

"...drink." he let that last word slip out as a whisper whilst his green eyes are still at you

"hey" he's talking to you, you gave him a glance before turning back at your chore

"you know, internet's the most fastest wildfire that can spread through locally even globally." his voice is sinister, threatening.

"this bar serve booze right? and as far anyone would know, even if you could just give Acey and Deucey here a look they are certainly too young for it" you sigh, for the love of great seven how many times had you heard that?

"what if i posted about this huh? the internet hates people like you you, yk? that wildfire would ruin you, your life, this bar, everything. it can even get you arrested!" he smiled at you with his eyes closed but that doesn't lessen the heavy tension between you two leaving Ace and Deuce nervously silent with their mouth slight agape

"I don't serve alcohol to minors sir, i mostly serve them soda or juice." you reply as you hold back the urge to throw the soda can in Deuce's hand at him, you're too irritated inside but you can't show it especially if he's just provoking you like this

"Oh." he's looking at your eyes to search for the barest hint of lie, but he couldn't and you aren't , the only thing you lied about is that you served Ace and Deuce mocktails even though all that you did is mix some fruit juice add a lemon to it and make it look good. they didn't even question if it's a real mocktail or not.

when he confirmed he can't, hummed to himself and let his hand wander around your clean counter- he's pissing you off before sitting besides Ace and touching one of the tall glass near him

"this thing doesn't look like what you'd put sod-"

"yes, it's a flute glass." when is this man going to leave? he's ruining your night right now by touching literally everything you just cleaned.

"but you are aware that you ar-"

"YES, YES I AM AWARE. now sir if you're not going to order anything or have any business in here anymore i recommend for you to leave this establishment at once." your irate statement left him silent at his seat as both Ace and Deuce try to sip their sodas quitely.

the awkward silence didn't even last 3 seconds before orange spoke again

"Ah! i remember now, i haven't posted in in Magicam for a while, mind if you make me a drink? Mx. ummm...." he searched for the nametag that didn't appear in your vest

"just call me bartender, i don't mind. now what will it be?" you bring out your notepad incase he's one of those types that has an order with multiple adds to it that you couldn't keep up with

"Ooh~ private much? dw i understand." he winked at you, rolling your eyes you asked what would his order be again as he looked at lighted menu from above you

"Ooh, the flamingo sounds fun! i wanna try it, add a smile and a heart to that too~" he's the flirty type huh?

you had tons of customers interested in you and your background, and when they can't find it, they try to pry themselves into your life to find the barest hint of weakness and use it against you. to use you .They would use methods you are accustomed to: Flirting, Forcing, Threats, Violence. anything to make you spill what you know but as the bartender of silver bullet, you are numb to it.

you prepare his cocktail by mixing vodka and champari to the mixer

"the name's Cater btw" he tried to speak as you shake the mixer a little bit harder to make a point at him

"you know... at a second glance, you don't look half bad yourse-" you turn out his voice by mixing vigorously near your ears, you can't handle anymore of his flirting, you're pretty sure you've had heard tons of those lines before.

after shaking for a while that turned Cater to quiet, you eventually pour his drink to the flute glass he touched earlier without even wiping it first.

it's pretty evil but he deserves it

with the last step, you slowly add champagne to the drink, with your three stool customers watching it pour.

"enjoy." you didn't sound enthusiastic serving it to him, one would almost assume you laced it with poison

"where's my smile and heart?" Cater ask playfully as he took a sip

"ran out of those. would never restock" Cater laughed at your response before returning to his drink. with the mood easing up, Ace decided to talk

"Sooo uh, bartender... can we get some of those candies again? they are free right?" Ace tried to lift the mood up before getting a nudge with an elbow by Deuce

"Hm? of course, hold on" you did receive some from Crowley two days ago, never checked it after eating some of it though, since you might've been too busy keeping this dingy bar up to place. you pull out something out of the cabinet, some sort of small bowl filled with orange diamond shaped candies, some of it were dark brown.

"Oh cool! another shape!" Ace put one in his mouth

"they look sweet too!" Deuce puts two

"they're bitter." you say after the two boys had the candies already bitten and melting to their mouth, they cough it out and sputtered replying to the strong taste of bitterness to the candy

you pick one up to observe it "they might look sweet on the outside but... it's bitter on the inside." you give Cater a glance

"too bitter." you place it inside of your mouth and swallow before it melts to your taste buds

"Would you like a taste, Cater?" you ask him as if it's a challenge.

"don't mind if i do" with a distance like Ace and Deuce it would seem like a normal reply to a question of yours, but Cater knows what you were trying to imply.

"Blegh! that's so disgusting, its way more bitter than a grounded coffee" Ace commented as he drank all of his soda to wash off the taste

"I don't mind a prankster side of you Bartender, but please don't do that ever again" Deuce does the same but chugging it off faster than Ace

"was it too much for you guys? now that you've got a taste, would you stay away from it forever then?" you grin at the two boys noticing how silent Cater had become

"wouldn't say that... but yeah maybe I'll avoid it from now on" Deuce say putting the can down at the counter

"i don't want to ever eat that ever again, BUT! i have a new prank idea..." Ace's smirk infected you as you looked at the orange haired man staring at his drink downwards

"What about you Cater? what's your opinion to it?" you ask as if challenging him, to see if he knew what you're trying to say

"it is too bitter." he said before chewing again. maybe you'd teased him too much with your implications, that's what he gets for messing with you earlier but he seemed hurt by it.

"for me, i think i like it. bitter as it is you've just got to accept that right?"

Cater's rose his head up to your words, the orange strands of his hair falls to his blushed face but his expression seemed surprised.

you eat another one, chewing it this time. the tangy bitter taste washed your mouth, it's unpleasant but you've had worst.

"Yeah..." Cater smiled before he finish his drink. with how red his face is you'd assume he is drunk but he stood up properly and dragged the two boys by the back of their collar

"w-wait Cater!!" Deuce struggled off Cater's strong grip but it refuses to budge

"uh oh, we're screwed dude" Ace added as he struggled for a bit before giving up

"Thx for watching the newbies for me bartender! i enjoyed the drink and snacks too!" he shouts before coming out with the two boys in hand.

you pick up the glass he drank at but it suddenly had a sticky note "call me" with his number written on it. you could crumble the paper now and throw it away but...

you decide to keep it, just in case

huh, come to think of it he didn't take any picture of the cocktail.

"ow ow, Cater please let go!!" Ace pleaded as he tried to remove the hand off his collar.

"Nope, i ain't doing it" Cater laughed as he dragged the two both to his place

"P-please don't say anything to the leader we'd do anything" begged Deuce as he try to keep up with Cater's walking before bumping to him as he stopped

"Oh really? anything hmm let's see..." Cater let go both of the boys's collar and nd pulled out his phone

he exactly remembered what he wants he just waited for the opportunity for these two to give it.

"that bartender... what exactly is their deal? what do you know about them?" Cater opened his phone and pressed the recording app before putting it back to his pocket.

"what, you also like them?"

"No, just interested."

a/n: hello hello i just wanna point out some things i promise a/n notes will dissapear soon cuz im pretty sure I'm annoying you guys but here it goes

The drink was from once again you guessed it guys, Alcohol is For Married Couples Chapter 62. (i honestly love the manga thats why i get clear reference from it since the drinks in there seemed lighthearted)

i just made up the candies lol, i don't think there's a bitter diamond shaped candy out there or if there is i just dont know it yet

Pointing the Obvious: Cater is implied to be the candy and bartender reader likes him >:D

thats all lol hope u guys liked it.

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