Spinning Dream Delights 【Yandere!Jevil x Reader】

Chapter 12: Hidden Cuddles

"Oh, I almost forgot! I brought my MP3." - Lancer chimed once more.

"Well, why didn't you say so before. Lemme see what jams you got there and let's just blast it full on."

"Full volume? But dad doesn't allow-"

"Hey. It's my room, our sleepover - I got the higher ground to say what we're allowed and what not.... " - you confidently reassured, while scrolling through the old device to search for some songs. "Besides, you got a bunch of old Christmas songs on this MP3? What's bad in blasting that old thing... Even though it's not Christmas."

"Well, If we get in trouble - you'll have to defend us."

"They don't call me a Grand-Guardian for no reason, kiddo."

Once you began searching through a desultorious amount of soundtracks and songs, you couldn't help but think about how in the world does Lancer know what a Christmas is - "Do you guys even celebrate Christmas or New Year? Like, you have a Darkener Jesus or..?"

"What's that...?"

"I'll take that as a no."

"I heard of Christmas and Santa Clause - but we hardly celebrate it here." - Lancer murmured, craving for some sweets of the holiday season.

You looked down at him, your mind soaring through endless ideas, as if you were ready to rise a theory for quantum physics when in reality you were planning your upcoming cunning schemes - "You know what? Let's celebrate Christmas in here... Or New Year. Or a mixture of both since I don't really care."

"What? Like now?" - Lancer questioned, taken back "But it's not even New Year in here."

"So when is it?"

"I don't know."

"Then we gotta do it."

And so it was confirmed, as you two deliberated your plans for the upcoming week - The guardsman outside your bedroom could hear the deafening and stereotypical Christmas songs from a mile.

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A Day has passed, and shadows had allayed, but a certain Jester would not settle, at least not with ease.

With the darkness of the walls being his lone deputy, he camouflaged in the obsidian hues of the night, making sure no one spots him. Jevil looked to the right and then to the left, standing low, until two figures at the end of the hallway caught his interest. 'There you are...'

You and Rouxls Kaard stood there, talking.

Jevil scoops closer, objecting 'metamorphosis' as his habitual force, he eavesdrops on what could possible Kaard was talking about. Although for a split moment, his vivid golden orbs almost promulgated him:

"Can you do what I requested?"

"Aye, I hath heard thee, Grand-Worm... The costume for Lancer wilt beest no issue at all. But doth not bethink thy request to useth the Kitchen wilt beest easily granted."

"And why is that?"

"The only person who is allowedth to has't the prime access to this kitchen and it's belonging is me. thou has't no right to just waltz right in and doth there's few or none will entertain it thee like."

"I'll pretend like I knew what you just said. Please, all we need is an ounce of everything that you have for baking in there. No big deal."

"On one condition, you foolish worms," - Rouxls pointed at himself contemptuously "thee wilt has't to compete against me in cookingth!"