The Birth of Venus || Various!TwistedWonderland X Siren!Reader

✧22. Yuu.✧

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Your whole group had finished up the tart rather quickly. You all worked efficiently, even with Deuce having a crisis the whole time. He was so gloomy and out of it. Trey put the finishing touches on the tart, sprinkling a fine white powder on the pastry. "Okay, now we just sprinkle on a little powdered sugar, and..." Grim and Ace happily finished his sentence. "Finished!" they cheered as they celebrated the finished pastry. 

Deuce lagged behind, letting out a sad "Fin...ished..." as he moped. Ace looked over at you. "Did something happen to him while you were shopping?" The ginger interrogated. You pursed your lips before answering. "He's uhh... Just... Give him a sec." You shrugged slightly. "For sixteen years, I was so sure..." The former delinquent moped sadly. "Yeah, whatever. I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you." Ace shrugged and stretched, yawning silently. 

You suddenly smelt a familiar scent. Everyone has a scent, their scent helps you pick out good food. Ace smells of cherries, Deuce smells of jasmine, Trey smells of sweet things (mostly nutmeg), Yuu smells like vanilla beans, Grim smells like ash, yada yada yada. This scent consisted of mint. Maybe with a hint of melon. This was Cater's Scent. That fucker is right around the corner... you can feel it.

And you were correct. He popped up out of nowhere, fortunately since you were able to focus on his scent, he didn't scare you this time. "Hey, fam! You look wrecked." He commented before walking over to the freshly baked tart. "Are the tarts done? Ooh, those look sooo cute!" Cater pulled out his phone. "Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!" He quickly took a picture, oblivious to Ace crossing his arms and having his signature attitude. "What, NOW you decide to show up?" Cater smiled and shrugged. "I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." He slightly ruffled your hair, you tried to duck his hand to no avail. 

Trey smiled at Cater. "It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!" He motioned to the freshly made tart. "Help yourself to some of this tart." Grim, Cater, Ace, and yourself all celebrated this. This will be your first pastry! You're very excited. You all helped yourselves to a slice of tart, sitting down at an island in the kitchen to begin eating the delicious-looking pastry. "Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Ace side-eyed Cater.

Cater held up a peace sign and smiled. "Heh heh. Someone's gotta be the official taster!" He picked up his fork. "Mmmm... That smells so good..." Grim was practically drooling at his slice. "Glossy chestnuts on top, fluffy cream below... I can't wait another second, I'm going in!" And went in he certainly did. He wasted no time in taking a large chomp of his tart slice. The rest of you followed. It tasted so... good. Different, maybe! It was sweet and flavorful, eliciting a small "Mmm..." from you as you ate your slice. 

The boys around you had similar reactions. "Oh, dang..." Ace mumbled while he went for a second bite of his piece. You looked over to Cater, who had taken already set down his fork. He'd only eaten a small bite but it already looked like he was done with the tart. "Yuuum! Liked and subscriiibed!" He grinned, holding out a thumbs up. Deuce was snapped out of his sad daze by the taste of the delicious pastry, remarking on how amazing it was. "This is like something from a fancy bakery." He mumbled. "Rich in flavor, yet not too sweet... It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!" Grim cheered happily as he ate.

"Is that... a good thing?" Trey slightly cocked his head at Grim. You ate more of the tart, eagerly stuffing it into your mouth. You forgot that you always wore your emotions on your sleeve. You were practically glowing as you happily ate the pastry, this did not go unnoticed by the boys. You were letting out small humming noises as you ate, a habit of yours that reared its head whenever you enjoyed whatever was on your plate. Ace squinted at you. "Might just be an empath, but I think Y/N likes the tart too." You looked up at Ace and realized that several eyes were now on you. Only half of your tart was left on the plate. You deadpanned at Ace. "You are definitely not an empath." In response, the ginger gave you an offended look.