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Saw someone on twitter say how this scene looked like Wade was introducing his boyfriend to his mom for the first time, and I want to say, what do mean “looked like.” This was Wade introducing his boyfriend to his mom.
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Saw someone on twitter say how this scene looked like Wade was introducing his boyfriend to his mom for the first time, and I want to say, what do mean “looked like.” This was Wade introducing his boyfriend to his mom.
#First Name Basis
となりの席のヤツがそういう目で見てくる/Tonari no Seki no Yatsu ga Souiu Me de Mitekuru
remnants of you
Summary:
November 2016 - Boston
This is essentially a slight re-write of that moment in Episode 4 and the accompanying chapter (CH. 13) in the book! A lot of lines are directly taken from the book and the dialogue from the show but I wanted to dive into what I'd imagine Ilya's thought process to be during those moments, especially after Shane leaves.
Word count: 3,610
Notes: I hope you enjoy my changes and additions :)
November 2016 - Boston
Ilya stood facing his fridge, running over what he’d just bought from the grocery store earlier for what felt like the hundredth time. Ingredients for a tuna melt sat on one shelf, ginger ale lining the one below it. It screamed at him like a sign with the obvious plastered all over it. Shane had never been to his home before and it took Ilya the better part of a week to think all of this through. Since he never really did this kind of thing for anyone… well, ever; he began pacing between the different rooms in his house making sure everything was alright.
Ilya eventually found himself in the bathroom, nervously staring at his reflection when the doorbell finally rang, followed instantly by a knock. He ran his fingers through his hair one last time as he walked to unlock the door, coming face to face with Shane Hollander. Ilya gestured for Shane to come in.
“Do I need to take my shoes off?” Shane asked.
“No, you’re good.” Ilya couldn’t help but smile as he followed behind Shane, noticing the way he took in the house.
“Wow!” Shane let out a breath in awe, turning around to face Ilya. “This place is great. Did you get this built or did you know who did?”
Ilya’s grin grew wider. “Mr. Real Estate.”
“That’s…not what I meant, I just—do you think we need to talk?”
“Mm, no. After,” Ilya said, silencing him with a kiss.
He felt safe, letting his body fall closer to Shane’s, taking in his scent as their tongues found that easy rhythm they were used to. Ilya lifted Shane slightly, adjusting him to sit on the counter and he noticed how quickly’s Shane’s legs wrapped around his waist. He picked him up as they continued to kiss, carrying him over to his room and laying him on the bed gently while he stood, watching. They were both hungry for each other, Shane quickly undressing without breaking eye contact and folding his clothes off to the side.
Ilya could feel the shift in the air, or within him, he couldn’t fully comprehend it. Shane’s breathing grew quicker as he sat up on his knees, running his hands over Ilya’s already bare chest. He let out a small gasp as he pulled Ilya’s pants down, realizing he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. Shane took Ilya’s already half hard cock into his mouth, starving and impatient.
“Jesus, Hollander,” Ilya said. He placed a hand on the side of Shane’s face, letting his thumb brush over the freckles just underneath his eye.
Shane closed his eyes as he continued and a few moments later Ilya swallowed before saying, “Stop.” Shane pulled off, waiting.
Ilya tried to let his voice come out confident as he said,“I’d like to look at you, I think. With you on top?”
“Okay,” Shane said, eyes darting from side to side. Ilya understood what Shane was probably thinking in that moment. They didn’t normally do things this way. Ilya had faced him while they fucked before, but today he wanted Shane straddling on top.
He climbed onto the bed and adjusted himself against his stacked pillows. He slapped his thighs, inviting Shane over to him with a small grin.
A few moments later, when they were fucking, Shane braced himself with one hand on the wall above Ilya’s head, and his other hand on his chest. Ilya used his own hand to cover Shane’s, giving a small squeeze to his fingers. He never took his eyes off of Shane’s face except for a brief moment when he wanted to see where they connected. He was too mesmerized by the way Shane’s freckles looked in this light and his hands kept themselves busy gliding over the stretch marks that spread over Shane’s ass.
“Perfect, sweetheart,” Ilya said, breathless and in awe. Shane’s chest grew warm. He saw the look in Ilya’s eyes and rode him harder, his mouth suddenly glued to his.
“Fuck,” Ilya grunted, and without any warning, he flipped them both over so he was on top now. He stared down at Shane, his arms bracing the side of his head. He bent down, kissing his nose as he continued to thrust into him, watching as Shane’s eyes fluttered.
Ilya could tell Shane was about to orgasm and the look on his face brought him over the brink. They both came and Ilya dropped to his elbows, kissing Shane messily.
After, they took turns getting cleaned up and when Ilya walked back into his room, he found Shane standing there in the middle of it. He looked like he was waiting for instructions and Ilya found it endearing. He walked over to his bed, fixing himself under the covers as he patted the spot on the bed next to him.
Shane walked over and made himself comfortable, hesitant as he said, “I should go.” Ilya kissed up his arm, to his shoulder, than to his neck. He wanted to live there. He wanted to keep this moment for as long as he could.
He shrugged his shoulder, feigning indifference as he suggested, “Or you could stay.”
“Stay?” Shane’s smile off to the side.
“Here, tonight,” Ilya started back, taking a pause before continuing. “I’m not done with you yet,” he teased, nudging himself a little closer to Shane. “Anyway, we have afternoon game tomorrow, so. No morning practice.”
Shane’s voice was nervous, “I told Hayden—”
“Is Hayden your mother?”
“No,” Shane huffed, rolling his eyes.
“No, he’s not?”
“Fuck off.”
“Who cares what you told Hayden?” Ilya watched as Shane started slowly nodding his head, smiling. He didn’t know if he were doing it right, this whole making him want to stay thing. He wish he had the right words but he couldn’t think of anything more than to repeat, “stay” as he kissed him.
“Okay.” Shane said, smiling at him. Ilya’s heart felt warm as he kept his gaze. It felt like if he took his eyes off Shane, he might get lost.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Shane repeated in a whisper.
Ilya woke up not long later, holding Shane to his chest and his head on Ilya’s arm. His eyes adjusted as he studied each detail of Shane right before him. He took notice of the small freckle on the back of his earlobe. He wanted to press a kiss to it but he didn’t want to wake him. He was afraid that if he did, he might change his mind and go.
He inhaled the scent of him, nuzzling his chin a little closer to Shane’s neck as he tried to sync his breath to his. He could feel Shane stirring awake when he quickly closed his eyes again, then fluttering them open and pretending to only just now be waking up. Shane turned and looked at him, smiling.
“I’m hungry,” Ilya said, knowingly. He thought of what he had planned.
“For what?”
“For food you pervert,” Ilya squeezed his chest and Shane let out a playful “Hey!”
Ilya tossed Shane a pair of his pants and his shirt and walked out of his bedroom to the kitchen, hoping Shane would still follow. To his relief, he did.
Ilya had wanted to make him a tuna melt after he remembered seeing somewhere that they were a Canadian comfort food. He had no idea if Shane even liked them, but he did know that he always liked ginger ale. Out of everything he thought to do on this day, he was confident that he at least got that right.
He slid over a can as Shane found his place on the barstool. He could see an unsure yet appreciative smile spread across his face.
“You like tuna melt?”
Shane’s mouth quirked to the side, a blush crawling over his face. “You want to make me a tuna melt?”
Ilya wanted to grab his face right then and kiss all along the pink that dusted his freckles. Of course I do, idiot. Can’t you see I’m in love with you? is what he wanted to say, but he didn’t. Shane often looked like he could and would run off at any moment and Ilya didn’t want to startle him.
He settled for more nonchalance as he said, “I was gonna make one for me but I could make two.”
He turned around to grab what he needed from the fridge. “Ginger ale cold enough?”
“Yeah, uh— it’s great.” Shane looked flustered, as though he were trying to hold back his weariness of it all. Ilya knew that they’d never been together like this before and he was so afraid of fucking it up. He wanted to show Shane he was safe. Safe here with him.
“Good.”
Shane watched as he put everything together, slipping the tuna melts into the oven to warm up. “Food should be done soon. We can sit, if you want,” Ilya said, walking around towards the couch and turning on the tv. He put on the hockey game, hoping the familiarity would help Shane feel more grounded.
They both sat on the couch with their arms crossed, keeping a distance between each other as they talked about Ryan Price, a quiet — as Ilya knew him— but scary player, and the team he played for.
Shane made a joke which made Ilya chuckle. “And they say you’re not funny.”
“They do?” Shane asked, sounding a bit offended. Ilya wanted to tease him.
“Yeah. They say you’re boring too.”
“Who says that?!”
“Me.” Ilya felt his heart settle with a sense of accomplishment as he saw Shane smile from the corner of his eyes.
Shane turned over to face Ilya, resting one arm on the backside of the couch. “What’s your uh— favorite city to play in on the road?”
“Mmm, I like New York ‘cause, it’s New York. They fucking hate me there.”
‘They hate you everywhere.” Shane said matter of factly.
“Eh, no. Not Florida. Is full of Boston people.” Ilya continued rubbing his ear, trying to ground himself. “You?”
“Uh— I like Ottawa ‘cause it’s my hometown. Toronto, Winnipeg, I’m happy they have a team again.”
Ilya felt a smile spread across his face as his eyes turned to the side.
He huffed out a small laugh. Shane caught him and asked, “What? Are those boring answers?”
“Yes.” Ilya smiled even more. He wanted to tell Shane that he actually liked boring. That he wanted it more than anything.
“Well, I like the hot spots, too.”
“Mmm,” Ilya raised his eyebrows, even more interested now.
“Hot like weather hot,” Shane quickly made note.
“Ah—okay.” Ilya paused briefly. “LA is hot. Hot women.” he offered, seeing if Shane would notice the bait.
“Yeah, sure, I mean. There are hot women everywhere.” Shane turned slightly to face the TV again.
Ilya wanted to try to understand more of Shane, but couldn’t out right ask him. “There is a girl here I like very much. Svetlana.” His eyes darted to the side, gaging Shane’s reaction. He only gave a simple “Oh.”
“She’s old friend from Russia,” Ilya said, reassuringly. “Her father was famous goal tender of Soviet team. She knows eeeverything about hockey.” He was still rubbing his ear nervously, eyes quickly glancing at Shane again. “And she likes you very much.”
“Oh? That’s nice?”
Ilya laughed. He felt a twisted sense of pride in being able bring out what he hoped was a little bit of jealousy from Shane. Not because he wanted Shane to feel bad but because it meant Shane liked him enough to react any sort of way. “So, she’s like your girlfriend?”
Ilya knew then he could use this moment to be as truthful as he knew how to be about his feelings for Shane. Nothing they did was up front or vulnerable but Ilya was trying to retain the honesty they always gave each other.
He quickly answered as he said, “No, nothing like that. She’s old friend, sometimes we fuck,” he took a breath. “But she is busy these days with new business selling fancy cars.”
“Sounds perfect for you,” Shane said.
“Yes, it is close to that, but…” “But what?”
Ilya inhaled, turning his head to look at Shane for a moment, “But is nothing more than that. For either of us. But is nice to have regular woman like that around.”
“You think she is the only woman in Boston who would sleep with you?”
“Mmm, I think I will find someone else.” Ilya paused, glancing over at Shane again, thinking of what to say next. “But… you know me. I am lazy, so.”
Shane offered a small smile. “I don’t know that side of you at all.” Ilya’s heart fluttered. He didn’t have a quick remark this time. He could only smile at Shane, admiring the way he looked sitting here in front of him. He could get used to the sight of him here, in his house, in his clothes. The oven beeped, interrupting his thoughts, and he got up to grab their food.
As they ate, Ilya wanted to try and push for more. “You like them?”
“Yeah.” Shane said, looking down at his plate.
“Girls,” Ilya corrected.
“Oh— um, yeah sure. Of course I do.”
“I never hear about you with girls.”
“I mean it’s private.” Shane looked at him then back away again. “I keep a lot of things private. Obviously.”
Ilya nodded, pausing for a moment. “I like girls.”
“No shit.”
“But I also like you.”
Shane gave a slight smile, making eye contact with Ilya again, “Lucky me.”
Ilya wanted to tease him. “Not as person, of course.”
“Of course not. I’m boring.”
“But you have a good mouth…so.”
Shane smiled at him and he wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever. He was interrupted by his phone vibrating. His heart paused for a moment when he noticed it was his father. He handed off the remote to Shane, stepping away to answer.
After hanging up a few moments later, he sat back down next to Shane. He rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to calm down.
“You still hungry?” he asked Shane.
“No. But thank you. That was great.”
“Good.” It was something to feel pleased about. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on what was playing on the television when Shane said something again, turning to look at him.
“How’s your father?”
Ilya’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to face Shane too. He raised his eyebrows, eyes quickly moving over Shane’s face, “Ah. You speak Russian now?”
“I know the word for father.”
Ilya watched Shane’s lips as he smiled, making him smile too. He pulled him back onto this chest as they sat back on the couch, running his hand gently over Shane’s head. He lowered the volume as Shane settled more comfortably onto him; little whimpers escaping him. Ilya wondered if Shane were feeling the same peace as he was. If he could tell how fast his heart was beating.
He kissed the top of Shane’s head, breathing in the smell of his hair. Ilya noticed Shane’s fingers lightly tracing lines over his thigh and eventually finding their way to the bulge in his pants. Shane turned his face further into Ilya’s chest and began pressing small kisses down his stomach, eventually meeting where his hand had already been.
Ilya couldn’t stand it anymore and luckily it seemed Shane felt the the same way when he sat up, turning around to adjust himself on Ilya’s lap, now face to face. He watched as Shane took off his shirt and he couldn’t help but run his hands over his chest. He could only think of how beautiful Shane looked like this. He was taller than Ilya this way and Ilya loved how it felt to look up at him, like something to worship. He wondered if Shane had any idea how much he already did.
Their lips found each other again, the kisses were yielding. Ilya couldn’t tell where he ended and Shane began. There was barely any space between them yet he wanted him even closer. They paused only for a moment for Shane to pull at the waist band of Ilya’s pants, pulling his cock out. Shane leaned forward again as he began stroking him, kissing him in between each deep breath.
“Why do I need this so much?” Shane asked in a whisper.
“Need what?” Ilya said back, as if he didn’t already know the answer. It felt like this would be the moment Shane Hollander would finally admit to it out loud. This thing between them. But Shane never responded.
They kept their eyes on each other as Shane pulled out his own cock, taking both into in his hand and stroking them. Ilya’s head fell back as he moaned. He needed to know if this felt as good for Shane as it did for him. It was a little rough, but Ilya was overwhelmed with the way Shane began peppering kisses over his face and his neck.
His chest felt so warm. There was so much feeling and he didn’t know where to put it all. This is how we express ourselves, he thought. There was so much more being said in between those eager gasps than any words they ever shared with each other.
“Come here.” Ilya grabbed Shane’s wrist, taking his palm beneath his chin and spit. Shane immediately put his hand back, stroking faster. Ilya could see the way Shane’s cock was leaking and he loved it. He wanted to tell him just how proud he was of him.
Ilya thrusted his hips and in that moment he could see Shane felt brave. “You gonna come for me, Rozanov?”
“Fucking make me.” Ilya gritted back through shaky breath. Shane’s strokes became more frantic and Ilya’s mind was filled with Hollander. Shane fucking Hollander. He squeezed his eyes shut, suddenly going still.
“Oh fuck Shane…” he said as he came, coating Shane’s hands, allowing him to bring himself off almost immediately after.
“Ilya…” Shane returned. Their foreheads remained touching as they sat there breathing heavily. Ilya couldn’t help but give a small smile, chasing a kiss with another kiss. He was lightly stroking Shane’s back when he felt the warmth suddenly leave him. Shane started working his way off Ilya’s lap, adjusting his pants, and looking around frantically as if he’d just been caught doing something wrong. Ilya didn’t feel like they did anything wrong. Did they?
“I should um — ” Shane started through shaky breath. “I should go.”
“Go?” Ilya asked, confused.
“I shouldn’t stay I — I can’t. Team meeting in the morning I uh— forgot.”
“Okay,” Ilya said, now with hurt in his voice. “You forgot team meeting?” He could tell Shane was avoiding eye contact but he kept his eyes on him anyway.
“Thank you for the tuna melt.” Shane was fidgeting with his shirt now. “I um…I’m sorry. This…I can’t.”
Ilya reached out his hand. He thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, he could reverse it all. Bandage it up with a simple back track and make it all comfortable for Shane again.
“Hollander,” he said, hand still held out; an offer.
I’m sorry. Let’s forget about it. Let’s go back.
“I just uh — I can’t. I can’t do this.”
“Hollander,” Ilya tried again. This time a plea.
I’m sorry. Please. Stay.
His eyes were welling up as he watched Shane repeat “I’m sorry,” once more, turning and rushing out.
The silence now surrounding Ilya suddenly felt so very loud. He couldn’t tell if his soul still existed here with him or if it walked right out the door with its keeper. There was an emptiness within and without him and it only felt more suffocating when his eyes took notice of the empty plates in front of him. The can of ginger ale, not even yet warm. Because that is how quickly it all went to shit.
Ilya had so much confidence in this plan, so much certainty that this would go right that nothing made sense to him now that it hadn’t. He cleaned himself up, standing to grab the plates and take them to the kitchen. He moved in what seemed like slow motion as he rinsed them off and placed them in the dishwasher. His eyes glazed over where Shane had been sitting across from him not so long ago.
He didn’t much believe in the supernatural but if anyone had asked him in that moment if he’d felt a presence, he would say yes. He’s everywhere.
His feet guided him to his bedroom and like some cosmic joke, his eyes caught Shane’s folded clothes off the side of the bed. He picked them up, bringing them closer to his face. He could feel his throat tighten as he thought of the way Shane always looked folding his clothes, without fail, every time. He was always so careful, so precise, so…boring.
But boring meant something different to Ilya. It meant comfort, mundanity, safety— all of those things he associated with Shane. And for every time he called Shane boring; what he really meant was “Come be boring closer to me. Make me boring too.”
He turned around and walked to his dresser. He opened up one of the drawers and moved over some of his folded shirts, leaving Shane’s clothes inside with them. It was just incase he came back, Ilya thought.
He so desperately wanted him to come back.
End note: I'm looking forward to getting into Shane's psyche after this! Probably not for this particular scene but for so many other moments that I think Shane's character deserves some expansion on. He is so dear to and so loved by me!!!
Thank you for reading! Comments are welcome <3
AO3: AdaElise
Strawberry Party!
SUMMARY: What happened at the end of Chapter 1
TAGS: Fluff, Baker Fae!Yuu/BF!Yuu/Patissier Fae!Yuu, Male Yuu, Heartslabyul chapter
WORD COUNT: 1,996 words
After the whole Overblot with Riddle Rosehearts, Yuu had been in peace doing school work and keeping Grim in Line.
"Yuu~!"
"Hey, Ace! You can't just burst in the Prefect's dorm as you please!"
And just like that Yuu's peace was broken.
"What is it you two? Causing so much ruckus early in the morning, Rosehearts would have scolded you two."
"Scold us later, remember the promised Unbirthday Party?"
Ace questioned, a cheeky grin on his face.
"*Sigh* How can I forget? That was also the same day you punched Rosehearts and the day of his overblot."
"Geez! No need to bring up ancient history... But anyways, it's today at three pm sharp, and you're invited!"
Yuu mused at this, a smile gracing his face.
"I see... Do I need to bring something with me? A gift?"
"Nah~ This is a sorry party for what he had said and done, so no need to bring any gifts!"
"Okay then, You two should head to your classes soon, I was exempted by Crewel-sensei after passing one of his hardest quizzes."
"Tch, you're definitely the favorite."
"Ace!"
"What? It's the truth!"
Yuu chuckled at their interaction, he reached both of his hands to place it on their heads.
"Grim is by the couch sleeping, bring him along with you, and hurry up. Crewel-sensei will get angry if you arrive late."
He said ruffling their hair before retracting his hands. Yuu looked amused at their flustered expression.
"Even though Ace said I didn't need to bring anything... It'll be rude to do so right?"
Yuu muttered to himself as he got all the ingredients and tools ready.
"And besides, Ace had punched Rosehearts really hard. This will do well as a sorry gift."
*Snap*
With a snap of his fingers, every thing was set up.
"Okay, so first..."
Yuu grabbed a bowl of strawberries and poured them into the saucepan, and proceeded to pour in a small cup of sugar, before opening the stove on low heat and mixing the two ingredients carefully.
As Yuu let go of the rubber spatula, it continued to mix it self as Yuu did the other things that needed to be done.
He went to another stove and began to melt some butter at the right temperature, left it alone as he went to grab a set of whole cookies, placed it in some plastic bag, and proceeded to mash it up using the counter tap, as he repeatedly smashed the cookies, making it into crumbs.
He then took them out and placed them in a bowl, before going to the stove and shutting it off, and getting the melted butter to pour it on the cookie crumbs. He then began to gently mix the two ingredients together.
Hearing the strawberries begin to cackle more, he let go of the spatula to cut some lemon, and at the same time, the spatula began mixing by itself like before.
He squeezed the lemon into a cup, once it all got squeezed in, he began to pick out the fallen lemon seeds, before heading to the stove with the lemon juice in hand. Pouring only the right amount of lemon juice, Yuu left it to stir as he went back to preparing other things.
At this point, the previous mixture of cookie crumbs and melted butter was now patted down by a spatula and the bottom of a floating cup., by the floating spatula, as instructed by Yuu.
Seeing that everything was set, Yuu placed it in the freezer as he dealt with another task. He got out some cold water, and poured it in a rectangular bowl, before adding gelatin into it. He then proceeded to place it in the refrigerator to cool before going to do another task.
He took out a huge glass bowl, and there he smashed some cream cheese with a whisk, flattening it down like he did for the mold, stirring it repeatedly to make it more liquid-like.
Just like before, Yuu left the whisk to do its thing as he came back for the strawberries that were still being stirred by the rubber spatula. Looking at it, Yuu hummed in satisfaction, turning off the stove, and taking control of the spatula.
He then began to pour the contents of the saucepan, at an already-readied tool, to help filter out the chunks. Yuu mixed the contents as they fell on a clear bowl. After that, he placed a clear plastic wrap on top of it and chilled it in the freezer.
Finishing that, he went and grabbed the remaining lemon juice, and poured it into the mixture of cream cheese, before taking back control of mixing it.
***
Placing down the spatula, Yuu flicked his hand. At that, the fridge opened, and out came the rectangular bowl that you had placed the gelatin in the fridge, as the door closed.
With a swish of his index finger, the rectangular thin-shaped gelatin floated and got gently squeezed, to drain out excess water, before placing it in a smaller ceramic bowl.
It then floated in his hands, Yuu held it as his hand slightly glowed red-orange. The gelatin in the ceramic cup then turned into a liquid, that was poured into the cream, cheese mixture.
***
Yuu went back to the fridge to get out the strawberry that he had placed in the freezer and poured it into the thick substance in the clear bowl. (While he does that, a floating electric mixer, was mixing some heavy cream, in another clear bowl.)
Mixing it thoroughly, the color of the contents in the bowl began to change because of the strawberry puree in the mix. After some mixing, he grabbed the heavy cream that had been mixed and added it to the bowl he was mixing.
After that, another set of mixing went on before the mold with the cookie crumbs was in came out from the freezer, and floated next to the clear bowl.
Yuu began to pour an even amount of the contents of the clear bowl and, he placed down the bowl, as he shook the mold slightly which now contained some creamy content side ways gently, to even it out before he Yuu let go of it, and started floating back to the freezer.
***
Yuu poured in the last bits of the creamy mixture, with an obviously darker pink color, before finally putting it in the freezer, and setting up a 2-hour timer.
Yuu used that time to cut up some of his excess strawberries for decorations. And used the remaining time to bathe.
***
2 hours passed, and Yuu finally took out his creation from the freezer. He already had prepared a steamed towel for an easy release of the mold.
Finally lifting the mold, revealed different types of shades of pink, all in a perfect circular line. This was further perfected by Yuu flattening out the sides of the cake.
Huffing in satisfaction, Yuu took out the pre-cut strawberries from the fridge and designed the top of the cake.
As he placed the finishing touches, a knock from the entrance was heard.
"Prefect~! I came to fetch you up for the Unbirthday Party!"
The familiar voice of Cater exclaimed, from outside.
"Wait just a bit, Cater-san!"
"Okie Dokie!"
Taking out a box that he had gotten from Sam's. He assembled the plain cardboard and placed the cake inside so that no outside elements could ruin the cake.
After all of that was done, Yuu made his way to greet Cater.
***
Yuu came to the Unbirthday Party holding a box and in a different set of clothing.
It turned out, that the reason why Cater came to get Yuu was because the Adeuce duo were busy painting roses and cleaning up... Well, The other Caters too...
The Heartslabyul students were so busy, that Cater needed to create multiple clones of himself so that he could personally get you.
***
"Hm? What is that Yuu?"
Rosehearts, who finally noticed the box on the table just in front of Yuu after the whole painting of the roses and tart failure shenanigans happened, questioned.
"Ah right! This is for you Rosehearts. A sorry cake for Ace's stupidity."
"Hey!"
"A cake?"
Rosehearts repeated ignoring Ace's outburst. Yuu handed the cake to Rosehearts, and the other boy accepted it with gratitude.
"Thank You, prefect."
"Didn't we agree that no helping him Yuu?!"
'You can bake henchman?!"
"I didn't help him bake an apology tart though? And yes Grim, I can bake."
"That's not what I meant!"
As Yuu and Ace exchanged some words, Rosehearts began to open the box. His eyes widened when he saw the cake inside.
"Woah..! You made this prefect?!"
Such an outburst was enough to catch everyone's attention of everyone. Now everyone's eyes were on the cake Yuu brought.
"Holy moly~! Now that's magicamable! Let me take a pic Riddle!"
Cater didn't even wait for Rosehearts's reply, as he was already all over the cake while taking different angled pictures.
"You could bake the whole time?!"
"Mow Ace-"
NO! You could have helped us immediately but nooo!"
Ace gripped both of Yuu's shoulders, as he shook them. Yuu didn't seem to care though, letting himself get shaken. Until Deuce stops him.
"Oh c'mon, Ace! Even if the prefect can bake, it wouldn't mean he can also bake tarts."
"Actually I can-"
"SEE! He could have helped US!!"
"Correction! YOU, he could have helped YOU. Not us, I nor Yuu had any ties with your punishment and had clearly no reason to help you for your mistakes."
Deuce who spoke, made Ace look at him in bewilderment.
"The hell you acting all mature n' stuff? You hit your head or something?"
"The hell-!?"
"Amazing..! Can you tell me how you made them prefect? If not it's fine."
"Nah, I can tell you, I'll even give you the recipe if you want."
"Really?! That'll be great! Thank You!"
As Ace and Deuce argued, Yuu and Trey were in their own world, Cater was done taking pictures and was already picking the greater-angled ones to post to Magicam.
Rosehearts amongst the loud crowd looked at the cake in awe. It was unlike any cake presentation he had seen. It looked so simple, yet alluring for him.
"Don't you want to try it Rosehearts?"
Yuu who spoke, snapped out Rosehearts from his own world. His eyes that once looked at the cake now looked up to the people, who looked at him for his answer.
"If ya don't want it, then I'll gladly have it! My henchman was the one to make it after all!"
Grim who was about to pounce on the cake was stopped by Yuu, who proceeded to scold him.
Seeing this, Rosehearts let out an amused huff, before taking a knife to cut a piece of cake to put on his plate. Placing the knife down, Rosehearts looked at his perfectly portioned piece for a second, before grabbing a fork to eat the cake with.
Everyone, most especially Yuu, waited in anticipation, as Rosehearts placed a piece of cake in his mouth.
Roseheart's eyes widened, the fresh taste of strawberry was very much welcomed. The cool temperature was also a refreshing treat for a sunny afternoon tea. The soft texture of the cream he had tasted, melted into his mouth despite the cool taste, and the crunchy underlayer only enhanced the flavor of it!
"Delicious! How did you bake such a cool and fresh-tasting cake prefect!? It is unlike any cake I've ever tasted!"
Rosehearts exclaimed as he stared into Yuu's eyes with genuine delight and curiosity. Yuu dare even say it sparkled like the night stars.
"Pff- Hahahahaha~! I'll tell you after the Unbirthday Party. I already promised Trey to tell him later too, so just enjoy the cake Riddle. You deserve it."
Riddle who was caught off guard by the sudden call of his first name only smiled.
"Okay, Yuu."
'My friend,' he said. 'I will be called friend by you no more,' she said. 'You must call me Marie, your own Marie, or you must never call me by any name again.'
Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn
Calling Whistler "Kate"
I AM a little saddened that Tennant was the first person we heard call her Kate, but it was clear that Jane did it as a warning. To make sure that Kate understood that Jane didn't want her getting into trouble for telling her something she shouldn't.
I think Lucy HAS called her Kate, but only when it's the two of them??? Probably not often, because when it's just you and someone else, how often do you use their name? There's no one else there you could be referring to...
ANYWAY, my point was, I think she has. At least in the bedroom. Also, for Lucy to think they were serious, but somehow not serious enough to use Kate's first name??? That doesn't make sense to me.
At the office though I think she was in the habit of calling her Whistler due to keeping things professional, keeping that boundary in place. Also because she was keeping them a secret.
I do hope we see Lucy be the next one to call her Kate out in the open though. I look forward to it happening.