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No amount of years had healed the wound left by the Twilight Guard. Lilia had never quite recovered from Meleanor’s death before he had met the human. If not overshadowed by his hatred for humans and the loss of his first love, Lilia firmly believed that he would have laid his life with the knight. 

But the fae also lied to himself. He had loved (Y/n), more than he had loved Meleanor, as much as he hated himself for admitting it. Watching the light drain from their eyes had killed a part of the fae. And reading the journal (Y/n) had written for Silver… There had been countless nights where Lilia had cried himself to sleep. Raising the boy who looked more and more like his love had been painful, but when Silver started to take traits from the knight? That had been the worst. 

But Lilia loved his son, for that was what the boy had grown to be in his eyes. It was no longer a debt to the fallen knight. Of course, Lilia couldn’t bear to inform Silver of the relationship between his father’s sibling and him, he was sure he would reveal it some day. Silver read the diary as well, but Lilia still held on to the journal. 

And now it was Silver’s second year at Night Raven College. The boy had grown so much and strived to protect Malleus with his life, much like Sebek, another trained by Lilia. Of course, Sebek was overly enthusiastic about Malleus, but at least he was committed. The ceremony for the new students was the same it always was. Student gets called, gets judged by the mirror, they go to their dorm and-

Wait a second. 

“No, I’m telling you- I have no magic! I’m not from here!” A human was yelling up at the Headmaster, who seemed to be in deep thought. It was always hard to see his reactions from behind that mask he always wore. Before they could try to defend themselves forward, a beast began to shoot fire all over the chamber. 

“Kehee~! This is certainly going to be an interesting year, don’t you two think?” The fae crackled to the two boys beside him, who were going a little pale at the sight. Silver sighed as he looked down at his father.

“Whatever you say.”

Their name was (Y/n). Never were too many (Y/n)’s in this world, Lilia happened to only meet three in his life. It was rather humorous that the only other non-magical human the fae met shared the same name. Maybe fate was cruel, Lilia certainly thought so. 

The human was a curious thing. They had magically, kehee, been transported into their dimension somewhat at random. With no magic of their own, they were half a student with the beast that called itself Grim. What started as forced proximity slowly turned into family. It reminded Lilia of his relationship with Silver. Oh- how the fae had hated the child that had survived when the knight had died. But, he had been an infant for a hundred years in a slumber that fae was not sure he would wake from. Lilia learned to love him during that time.

The fae was slightly ashamed with how he carried out observing the human. Not to say he was afraid to make contact, but well- he didn’t want to make any mistakes. Humans were delicate. Instead of simply talking to (Y/n), he decided to watch from the shadows.

And my- the things he learned.

They did not use their left arm at all. Lilia assumed they were simply dominant in their right hand, but the human did not move the opposite arm at all. When they went to grab the monster they shared their enrollment with, it was always with one arm. Any time a book or paper was handed to them, the left arm stayed slack. Lilia doesn’t recall a single time the arm even moved.

Another thing was that the human did not startle easily. Perhaps this was good, after all, (Y/n) did get transported into a world they had no idea about. It was good survival instincts. Not that there was any life threatening danger at Night Raven College, but it was always good to be cautious. 

What intrigued Lilia the most was the way they carried themselves on paper. No, that is not the right way to phrase that. The human wrote without a pencil or a pen, but with a quill. A quill! The fae had not seen a human use a quill for several decades. (Y/n) had informed a first year student who asked about it that “It has always been easier for me.” An old soul, just like him! Well- not literally, not like Lilia. 

And that was only some of Lilia’s favorite things about the new human. There were so many more quirks and characteristics that the fae wanted to learn, to see from beyond the shadows. But… how to approach? Surely he could introduce himself the same way he did to all the other students he befriended. After all- (Y/n) would not get startled if he suddenly appeared like all the others. 

It was a full moon, Lilia’s favorite phase, when he spotted the human he had studied sitting on a bench by Ramshackle dorm. The light reflected perfectly against their hair and Lilia fought feelings from rising inside him. When did he get so worked up about people he just met? With a shake of his head, the fae floated over so he could peer above the human. (Y/n) didn’t seem to notice, all of their attention on a small book in their hands. There were small paragraphs followed by drawings that felt too familiar. 

“What are you working on?”

The Prefect shrieked at Lilia’s question and fell off the bench in a panic. This was not Lilia had prepared for as he quickly landed to help the human up. They were never startled, why would they scream at his appearance? Perhaps they were scared of him.

“I did not mean to startle you, I was curious as to what you were doing.” Lilia explained and wondered why he was speaking differently than he normally would. Where was his humor, his modern slang? 

But (Y/n) simply smiled. “No harm, no foul. Normally I don’t get spooked like that. Maybe you walk really quietly.” They laughed as they picked up the notebook that had fallen to the ground. Leather bound, a dark grey coat. “I was working on a diary, writing what I experienced and some doodles. It’s mainly for my brother, when I can go back home.”

That’s right. They weren’t from here. 

Lilia walked back over to the bench and sat down, patting the seat beside him. “You said you draw? How good are you at drawing from reference?”

“Point at anything and I can copy it to this journal.”

(Y/n) was even more interesting when Lilia spoke to them. Despite not having any magic, the fae swore that their smile was enchanting. It helped that they were easy to talk to as well. Over the years, Lilia had grown used to being able to carry a conversation, Sevens knew he was not good at that in the past. But it was nice listening to someone chat so cheerfully with him. Not very many people did that.

“I’m worried about my brother, back in my world. Not like- he’s a bad kid or anything, quite the opposite. He’s younger than me and always standing up for what he believes in. But… he’s small. Easy to push.”

“I’m small and I am not easy to push.”

“You’re different. You got magic, Lilia. Auroch’s main form of defense is waving some piece of trash he found on the ground.” The Prefect muttered angrily as they scribbled something down in that journal of theirs. 

“You know, (Y/n) and Auroch are not common names amongst humans.”

“Don’t say amongst, you sound like you're ancient.”

“I am, kyhehe!”

(Y/n) rolled their eyes, it was so much fun to rile them up, and closed the notebook. “Our parents were big into fairytales. Their favorite was about two knights who were siblings. Auroch is named after the one with white armor while I’m named after the one with black armor.”

Now, didn’t that sound familiar to Lilia. The fae decided to brush it off.

The human also had a habit of listening to the same music Lilia enjoyed. One evening in Ramshackle, Malleus had joined Lilia on a visit to the Prefect. They had saved up enough for a radio and were proudly displaying it in the main room. How Malleus had met (Y/n) the fae had no idea, but he was glad that a nice friendship was sprouting between them. The poor dragon did not have very many friends and (Y/n) would make a good one.

It was rather peaceful until the magicless human turned the knob to a new station and the cry of metal singers filled the dorm. (Y/n) smiled so brightly that Malleus didn’t say anything about the new development and Lilia bounced to his feet to dance with the human. Grim complained from the couch that (Y/n) always complained when he sang like this. 

“Oh- Crowley apparently found a way to send me back home.”

"MALLEUS!!!!"

Between Grim, Ortho, Sebek, and Silver, none of them should know where they are right now. And they didn’t, but Lilia did. It was Meleanor’s castle, but in tacky colors and decorations. All of her paintings were gone, the furniture was all wrong. This wasn’t right.

“I’m getting a reading on (Y/n) down that hallway. Remember to stay out of sight until we know for sure how to approach them.” All four of them nodded at Ortho’s words as they calmly stalked down the hallway until they heard voices.

“Auroch, this is completely ridiculous!” 

“No, you simply have forgotten what this war is about, (Y/n). My troops have seen you in the woods, fraternizing with the enemy.”

Why… why would (Y/n)’s dream be about the war? Much less talking to the Dawn Knight himself like they were equals? Did the Prefect read too much during history lessons? Why would they be…?

Oh. 

No, it couldn’t be.

“That’s (Y/n), but… This dream isn’t stable. Like the dream doesn’t know what to focus on.” Ortho reported as the four of them poked their heads out from behind the wall. Sure enough, there was the Prefect, still in their Night Raven College Uniform and unmoving left arm. However, a second later their hair was longer, their left arm moving with their right, and a midnight black set of armor being adorn by them. 

“Why is the Prefect’s appearance switching from themselves to the Twilight Guard?” Sebek asked in horror, which resulted in Grim and Ortho tackling him as to not attract attention. The boy always spoke at a volume not necessarily needed all the time. But they did not have enough time to ask any more questions as the castle began to crumble, the setting changing to a forest. It would seem that the scene had upset (Y/n), which could cause them to wake up and the magic did not want that.

Landing on the forest floor with a thud, all five of them spun around to locate where (Y/n) had been sent to now. They weren’t fast enough though.

“Vanrouge? Have you cut your hair since my last visit?”

He couldn’t turn around. (Y/n) was his friend who was now wearing the face of their dead love. How was he supposed to act now that the Twilight Guard recognized him? Does he play along? It would help wake up the Prefect, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t the general he used to be and he wasn’t strong enough for this.

“(Y/n), who are you speaking to? I am over here.” 

He did turn around at the sound of his own voice though. Standing off in the distance was a dream version of himself, back in his general days. Lilia had never removed his mask around the Twilight Guard back then, but there it was hanging around his neck. He had never called them by their name. Not until… until they…

“Sorry, my talk with my brother must have caused more harm than I thought. I swear I saw you over there.” (Y/n) chuckled as they watched the armor fade away to revert back to their school uniform. All five of them watched as (Y/n) took the dream version of Lilia’s hand with a soft smile. “Do you want to see the new drawings I did today for my nephew?” They asked as they took out a brown leather bound notebook. The same notebook that was now sitting on his desk back in his dorm. 

It would appear that Silver saw it too with how fast the boy’s head had spun to stare at Lilia. Boy did they have a long talk in their future.

“We need to wake them up now or we’ll not get a chance again until we come back! Lilia, (Y/n)’s dream seems to be focused on you. Or well… memories of you?”

“Rencarnation.”

All four of them turned to stare at Silver, whose eyes were still locked on his father. The teen stepped forward, closer to all of them. 

“(Y/n) is more than likely the reincarnation of the Twilight Guard, my father’s sibling. We need to bring up memories that the current (Y/n), our Prefect, has experienced. I suggest sending Grim in.” His son informed as he looked at the ground, clearly in deep thought. He had only recently learned about his past, more so than from the notebook (Y/n) had kept back then. After learning about the reincarnation of a family member, Lilia thought the boy was taking it well.

“I’ll wake up my henchman, this will be easy for the Great Grim!” The beast crackled out as he ran over to where (Y/n) was interacting with the dream version of Lilia. The fae had never remembered looking at the Twilight Guard that fondly back then. Malleus’ magic was most certainly remembering it wrong. After all, they never even saw his face until…

“Hang on! The dream is changing again!” Ortho called out as the group was all thrown on to the ground, the forest changing into the middle of a battle. A battlefield Lilia still had nightmares about, with missing limbs and screams. The five of them quickly scattered into the forest in order to stay out of the roaring battle cries and swords. Not everything was controlled by the dream well though, there were a few soldiers in the back running into each other, swords held up high in the air. The magic was weakening. 

And then there it was, the very scream Lilia still jolted up to in the night. A scream that rattled his head and made his knees weak. The fae had replayed the sound for years, for it to then appear in his nightmares, to now hearing it echo across the forest again. Five faces paled as they all turned to look at what was happening in the middle of the clearing.

(Y/n)’s clothes were rapidly flashing between the Twilight Guard armor to their Night Raven College uniform, the dream unsure of what to do now that it was becoming a nightmare. The soldier that had stuck them down all those years again was replaced by the Lila of the past, holding the jade weapon he had come to trust during those times. He was staring down at them, glaring, the Prefect’s left arm laying beside them. 

“Father-”

“Oh come on! That is not how it happened!” Was Lilia’s response, cutting off Silver before he could even ask. But all of the students were now staring at present day Lilia. 

“I should have killed you on our first meeting. Saved us both the heartbreak.” Dream Lilia growled out as he raised the blade, preparing for the final blow.

In the shadows, the fae sprinted out and dashed across the field. He had failed twice, costing both his best friend and the love of his life. Twice in reality and left to suffer alone. He would stop it this time. It was a dream, he could use it to his advantage.

Second later, Lilia gripped the jade with his bare hands, glaring into his own eyes with a scowl. Without a second thought, the fae pulled the sword out of his copy’s grip and plunged the blade into his chest. No body was left, only sparks of magic evaporating into the air. 

“Li…Lilia?” 

Dropping the sword like it was made of fire, the fae spun around and quickly crouched down. He gently moved (Y/n)’s head so that it was resting against his legs. 

“I saved you this time. And I will again, if you ever need it.” He reassured, fighting back tears he wouldn’t let drop. Not now. They needed to wake (Y/n) up. Which wouldn’t be hard, with the way the forest was shaking. 

“So… this was real? This actually happened?” The Prefect asked as the armor stopped appearing, leaving them only in their school uniform. Thankfully, their left arm was reattached as well. It was kind of disgusting to look at the loose limb laying on the grass. 

“I was not the one who killed you. I’m going to go out and say that it was Malleus trying to keep you asleep.” Lilia grumbled, resulting in a soft laugh from (Y/n). “But, you do need to wake up. You have a whole new life to live, stop focusing on this one.”

“I never knew about this until I fell asleep.” (Y/n) confessed as their eyes met Lilia’s. “Do you think… I’ll remember it? I feel like I would ace history with all the knowledge I have right now.”

Lilia didn’t get the chance to answer as the forest melted away and he began to feel himself waking up. However, before he could finally join reality, he had his own dream. 

“You think reincarnation is real?”

It had been such an odd question, with (Y/n) laying in their armor in the grass. With the war going on there were lots of talks about death. Not so much with what came after. 

If he had been braver, Lilia would have held the soldier, made them take off that stupid armor and leave. There wasn’t a cause to this anymore, not with Melanor killed. Maybe they’d take Malleus with them. Possibly (Y/n)’s nephew.

“I doubt it, but when you die and you somehow come back, because you of all humans would find a way, I’m sure we’ll undoubtedly cross paths again.”

With a shaky breath, Lilia sat up and looked at the others he had entered (Y/n)’s dreamscape with. Maybe they would remember, but it wouldn’t matter. Lilia had loved them before and he loved them now.

Malleus was on a safe level again, no more overblot. (Y/n) was strangely distant, but Lilia didn’t know if it was from remembering everything from a past life or from the events before Malleus’ overblot. But, it didn’t matter to the fae right now. He only had one thought in his head:

They could not leave. That was what Lilia decided as he made his way towards the mirror room that Crowley was housing the portal to send (Y/n) back to their world. Sure, was it stupid? Absolutely. But the fae had watched them die twice, they weren’t about to lose them again. The decision had come easily after reliving all of the events (Y/n) had been in his life the first time.

The mirror room was never locked, which made Lilia’s plans obtainable. Or was it that they were locked, but the Vice-Housewarden of Diasomnia had distracted the Headmaster on his final duty of the night? It was an easy plan though, break into the mirror room and find the only mirror that left Twisted Wonderland and break it. The whole thing felt like a mission he had carried out back when he was still a general. 

Pushing open the door was not supposed to bring any surprises, but life always goes unplanned. In reflection of the moonlight, silver hair gleamed and revealed an object held above the glass of a mirror on the ground. A sword. 

“Silver- what in the Sevens are you doing?” Lilia whispered as he dashed over to his son and gently took the sword from his hands. The boy had never been the best at stealth, either falling asleep halfway through it or accidentally getting sidetracked with a forest creature. So sure enough- he was in his dorm uniform with his silver hair on full display. “This could break something!” Lilia hissed out as he motioned to the sword in his hand. Silver blinked a few times.

“That… is kind of the whole point, Father.” 

A blanket of silence covered them before Lilia looked at Silver then at the mirror and then back at Silver. 

“You can’t smash a mirror! This is how students go back home and visit their families, you will not take that from-” Silver was smirking at his father as the fae slowly stopped talking. Who knew that his son also had a possessive streak? He definitely didn’t pick them up from him. Right?

“I share your last name now, you’re my father in every way except biologically. But- I want to know what my parents were like. I know all about my brother’s sibling from their journal, but now I can actually talk to them. And- and they are leaving. Not unless I stop them.” Silver declared as he reached out for the sword that was still in Lilia's grip. The fae sighed and took a small step back, keeping the weapon out of reach. 

“Your feelings are valid, Silver. However, there are healthier ways of-”

“Sorry to interrupt, but why are you in here then?”

The silence was back and Silver broke into a grin. 

“You were going to-”

“Yes I was going to do the same thing, but the point is that I wasn’t thinking, neither were you. We need to accept that-”

The creaking of the large wooden door at the entrance made Lilia and Silver snap their necks towards it. An individual in a black cloak snuck in and gently closed the door before freezing in front of the two Diasomnia students. The figure gently removed their hood to reveal the Prefect. 

“Did we all have the same idea?” (Y/n) chuckled as they revealed a sledge hammer from their cloak. Lilia let the sword clatter to the ground as he dashed towards the newcomer, wrapping them in a hug.

“Do you… do you-”

“Yes, I remember. I like what you did with your hair.”

Lilia laughed softly as he gently cupped (Y/n)’s face and pressed a soft kiss to their lips. How long had he wanted to do that the first time, never working up the courage? It was a lot easier to go for it without a mask on all the time as well. 

Silver cleared his throat from behind them. “I have a lot… of mixed feelings about this.” The teenager declared as he picked up his sword and walked over to the pair. “My father is dating my father’s sibling.”

“Please don’t phrase it like that.” 

(Y/n) softly weasled their way out of Lilia’s grip and stood in front of Silver. They had to look up at the teen. Not so long ago, at least for them, the boy had been an infant. With soft violet eyes and little blond eyelashes. Always wrapped in silver silk with the royal family medallion. (Y/n) reached a shaky hand out towards the Diasomnia student, not expecting anything back. 

Silver, following his father’s act, rushed forward and wrapped (Y/n) in a tight hug. “I grew up reading your words my entire life. I never thought I would get to meet you.” The boy whispered, his voice breaking a little as the Prefect, or the Twilight Guard, rubbed their nephew’s back. 

“I never thought I would get to see you grown up.” (Y/n) confessed, their own voice wavering slightly before letting go to stare at the mirror. Lilia joined them and Silver let go of the magicless human and the three of them stared at the mirror.

“Maybe breaking it is not the solution. I thought it over and decided to stay. Obviously. But we could leave it and I could drop the journal I made for Auroch in it. And letters.”

“I feel like your reincarnation was a bit… on the nose.”

“And you didn’t figure it out, Father.”

(Y/n) laughed and shook their head at the two. Their love, someone they could actually love now in a defined relationship, no war. And their nephew, a boy who was raised by the journal they had written and the fae who loved them. A second chance to do this right.

Hey, Auroch! So, I’m not coming home. I don’t know what everyone thinks happens, but they are so far off. 

I’m still your older sibling. I always will be. I miss you. I hope you miss me.

I’ll keep sending letters to this spot, along with the journal. I hope you found the journal. And I hope you are Auroch, this would be so weird if it wasn’t. 

The journal will explain everything, except for one thing. You’ll never believe me if I told you. 

Totally off topic, but do you remember that story Mom used to tell us? With the knights? 

Eyes watch as the scales get mixed into the concoction. This caused a reaction of spewing a huge cloud of green smoke that animatedly swirls around Yuu and then engulf him in said smoke. Looking at the smoke covered Yuu, a drop of sweat drips down Ace's forehead. "I am so screwed."

Obviously, they can't hide this as Crewel quickly goes up to them disappointed at Ace and reprimands him on his foolishness to not only not measure the right amount but to accidentally spill another ingredient to the mix and mix Yuu into the problem.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater loves making you laugh. He’s always cracking jokes and teasing you, but it's never anything too serious more playful and mischievous. He finds your strong-willed nature incredibly attractive and loves how you don’t back down easily. While he’s all smiles and jokes, he also knows when to get serious and show a more sincere side when it comes to matters of the heart.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ With Cater’s obsession with social media, he'd love to share your relationship with the world (in the most stylish, "Magi-cam" way possible). You can expect cute selfies together, but also more personal moments, like sneaky photos of you two sharing inside jokes or candid moments in the middle of your everyday adventures. At first, you might roll your eyes at his enthusiasm for all things photo ops, but you secretly love how he always finds ways to make you feel like a million bucks even in the most casual moments.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater probably ask you to help him take the perfect picture, always scouting for the most aesthetic spots around. You might give him a hard time about it, but you can’t deny you enjoy the memories.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater’s carefree, fun-loving attitude doesn’t mean he won’t be protective of you. If anyone disrespects you or crosses a line, he’ll make sure they know where he stands. It’s not in a confrontational way, but more of a laid-back “don’t mess with my girl” kind of vibe. Whether it's making sure you’re okay at a social event or keeping a watchful eye on your safety, he’s always there to back you up.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ You admire Cater’s ability to stay adaptable and roll with whatever life throws at him. He’s quick to find the fun in any situation, and he’s great at making people feel seen. In turn, you help him see the bigger picture when he’s caught up in the fun of it all. You challenge him to think about things more deeply, to stand up for what he believes in, and not just go along with the flow.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ You both have a way of balancing each other out he teaches you to relax and laugh at yourself, while you help him focus on what truly matters.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater’s not exactly the type to get scared easily, but one time, you decided to casually walk into his room with Rajah following behind. The tiger’s so quiet that when he stepped out from behind the curtain, Cater shrieked like a cartoon character. He did manage to catch his breath afterward, but he swore never to turn his back on Rajah again. You just laughed, and Rajah gave him a look like, “Who, me? Scary? Nah…”

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater loves planning out-of-the-box dates that are equal parts fun and romantic. You might find yourself on a moonlit stroll through the gardens, or at a lively marketplace in Agrabah, where he’s got a spontaneous “scavenger hunt” planned just for the two of you. Dates with him are never ordinary. Expect playful, unique moments like a "Magicam" photo challenge or an evening of dancing under the stars. He’s all about making memories that are just for the two of you.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater’s playful teasing is something you’re used to by now, and while he might nudge you or poke fun at you for your more serious side, you know it comes from a place of affection. When you’re going through a rough time, though, he’s always there to listen. He might not be the most traditional when it comes to offering advice, but he knows exactly how to make you feel heard without overdoing it.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ if you need to stay on top of something, like responsibilities or tasks, he won’t hesitate to lightly nudge you in the right direction, but it’s never pushy. More like a fun challenge between you two.

━━━ ．°˖✧ ♦️🐯 ˚₊ ⊹ Cater was talking to you about some recent drama with the Heartslabyul boys when you casually mentioned, "Oh, yeah, Kalim’s been trying to get me to join his family’s annual charity event." Cater almost choked on his drink. "Wait... YOU know Kalim?!" He had this shocked expression like he’d just learned you were part of a secret society. "He’s always so busy with stuff, I didn’t know his family was THAT close with yours." You just shrugged and added, "Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Didn’t you know that?" Cater looked like he had just realized a huge plot twist in a drama series, and honestly, he was kind of in awe.

"You said... you said never to leave." You sniff up the snot threatening to leak from your nose. "That I would never leave."

"Correct," Jade affirms calmly. His hand firmly grabs your jaw, pulling your face to look directly into his mismatch eyes and his smile strains to show his sharp eel teeth. "So why did we find you sneaking out the through the garden gate?"

"I... I- please forgive me." Tears dribbled down your cheeks. "I just wanted to help an injured fawn I saw outside. She looked hurt, like- like she broke a leg... and I-" You wince as Jade pulls your head up. "I just wanted to help. I'm sorry."

"You went through the consequence of breaking the rules just to help, a poor, fragile deer?"

How your crying eyes wished for nothing more than to shut, but you feared Jade's anger would boil if you didn't keep eye contact. You reply as a mere whimpering puppy, "Yes... please forgive me."

"Awwww, Shrimpy just wants to take care of something," Floyd coos behind you. His hands move from your shoulders and wrap around your torso, squeezing you close to him. "Why didn't you just tell us you wanted take care of something, Shrimpy? We would've given you something to take care of." He whispers the last sentence in your ear, and you sense the dangerous fire behind those words.

"All you needed was to ask us, Yuu." Jade smiles sweet honey, releasing your jaw and tucking a hair behind your ear.

You did your best to keep your composure as Jade brushes his thumb over your cheek, igniting your prey flight sense. His smile did nothing to comfort you, traumatized by the horrifying monster behind his grin. You couldn't stop holding your breath as the tears continued to fall, watery eyes still staring at the eel in fear.

"Please don't cry, Shrimpy." Floyd nuzzles his head against your other cheek. "We'll get you something to take care of."

"Would you like a bird with a broken wing?" Jade asks. "Or how about a bunny that lost an ear?"

"Oooooh, what if we got you a cat with half it's mouth cut off," Floyd suggests, smiling ear to ear. 

Horror curls further in your eyes. The room became blizzard cold, you won't stop shaking. How could you not when these two monsters were discussing about innocent animals when you just wanted to help one that was injured. You are far to aware of their mental state, they'll damage one for you to fix.

All for you.

Maybe because that one time you got whip cream on your nose he laughed so brightly at your own spacial unawareness, and then proceeded to wipe it off with his thumb. Which he then licked the whip cream off. Curse these pretty boys and their stupidly handsome faces. When he innocently questioned “Awww, why are you so tense looking cutie? It’s not weird for friends to take care of each other!”, you felt your heart explode. And worst of all, you couldn’t tell if this was just another act on Cay-Cay’s end or perhaps actual flirting from Cater.

Cue to your next hang out where Cater had dragged you along to another pastry shop with fairy lights and a setup that would make a feng shui specialist green with envy. A few fans of his magicam immediately perked up when they saw him like sharks who smelt blood, and proceeded to bombard him with questions. The gaggle of teenage girls weren’t trying to be overwhelming, but when any person's sense are flooded by a million sensations at once it can be hard to keep up.

“Oh my sevens it really is you! Honestly I’d never thought I’d see you in public like this!" chirped one. 

“Your last post was soooo amazing, the lighting really worked wonders on your face card!” The girls, blissfully unaware, were the sole contributing factor to Cater’s sweat inclusive panic. Without thinking, with absolutely zero brain cells, you grabbed and pulled his tie, then pointed at a dessert. 

“Hey, I think this looks pretty good, and the colors are ‘magicam-able’ or whatever you often say.”

“Ah! Yeah, Cay-Cay is tots gonna have to order that, great call Prefect!” the words came out spewing faster than normal. A little ‘oh’ was heard from the girls, before they giggled to themselves, giving you a wink, and walking back over to their table. 

“Mhm, I’m going to go get us a table.” you responded, the implications of your bold move not quite hitting yet. You let go of the striped fabric before plopping into a plush chair. Green eyes followed with an intensity that was anything but platonic, and the flush on Cater’s ears only seemed to back up that he wasn’t as calm as he appeared. Too bad you weren’t looking at him.

After a couple of slow minutes of waiting Cater walked back to your table with aethestic macaroon in one hand, his phone in the other. The camera shutter effect went off a few times before he nudged the pristine pastry over to you. 

“Dig in, kay~♪” And with that, you did. The flavors were quite pleasant, the tart yuzu flavored cookie with a soft French vanilla frosting contrasted with each other beautifully to create a delicious and fragrant dish. One bite, and then another and another, the flavors flooding your mouth in a euphoria. “Is it that good? You look like you’re going to melt into the chair?” he spoke while raising an eyebrow. 

“Definitely, I would marry you if I could eat these for the rest of my life.” It slipped from your tongue avoiding any possible filter, without thought, but not without meaning. His phone slipped out of his hand and fell onto the table with a soft thud. 

“Ha-- You can’t just joke about things so casually, I might get the wrong idea Prefect-san!” Cue your turn for eyebrow raising.

“Don’t you say those types of things all the time? Why is what I said so different?”

“That’s because I actually like you!! You can’t just say and do all those things without them meaning anything!” His face soon became dusted in an array of pink realizing what he had said, and that he could easily talk his way out of it. Putting your fork down, you prepped yourself emotionally for whatever was to come next.

“…who said it didn’t? That it didn’t mean anything?” A silence passed longer than it was comfortable. You fidgeted with your fork, playing around with the leftover crumbs lying on the plate as a pair of eyes bored into your soul. Suddenly you were conscious of every tendon in your body, which were all screaming at you to do something other than sit here.

“Kiss me.” the ginger spoke with an unusual seriousness.

“What?!”

“Kiss me, so I know this isn’t some dream.” When he asked so pathetically, it was impossible not to oblige. Soft lips met yours in a moment that could only be described as pure bliss. As you pulled away hazy spring green eyes met yours. “So, are we something now?” he asked with too shy of a smile for someone who knew the answer.

“I think we are”

Later at night, lying in bed you saw a post by a person who hadn’t crossed your home feed before. It showed a picture of themselves smiling at the same cafe you had visited when the sun was up. The captions read, “Didn’t except to get to watch a teen romance movie while eating chiffon cake. Who am I complaining when they were so sweet to each other?” You giggled at the post kicking your feet before sending it to Cater. He responded with a singular heart.