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“You two–!”
You snicker as you watch 5012 scold 0204 and 0213 collaborate to tease him, their dear senior reaper. You couldn’t help it, you had to laugh at the sight. It reminded you so much of the past, where you had teased your own reaper to the point that Casper had to cancel the facetime before he could combust on the spot.
Aw, remembering that brings tears to your eyes.
You don’t exactly remember how you were able to propose a special and ordinary occasion like this. You had suggested a party, a barbecue. It is a small celebration for a reluctant 5012, who insisted that it was unnecessary and that his birthday held no importance whatsoever.
Because of that, you made it necessary and here we are.
“Sunshine.”
You softly smile as you feel Casper’s arms wrap around your waist. Your Grimmy’s head rests against your shoulder, pecking a kiss onto your cheek.
“Grimmy~”
“Sunshine.” Casper sing-songs.
You snort and nuzzle into Casper for a few seconds before leaning away, but remaining in his embrace. After all, you couldn’t deny that your grim reaper is adorable despite how he says otherwise. You raise your finger and boop Casper’s nose, who becomes a bit flustered and slightly blushes at the cute and small gesture.
“What was that for?” Casper pouts.
You chuckle, “What? You look so cute, Grimmy~! I couldn’t resist.”
Casper hides his face on your neck. You laugh at his reaction, it is precious. You feel your fingers move out of habit, playing with the ends of your reaper’s hair.
“Of all hells–! You hooligans,” 5012 grunts as he moves away from an exaggerated hug that 0213 tried to launch onto him. “Enough!”
“Oh come on, 5012! Just one hug.” 0204 smiles.
“No.” The senior reaper deadpans.
“Just comehere–!” 0213 tries again, only to miss as 5012 moves away like they were the plague, making them pout as they and 0204 continue their combined efforts.
Casper looks up, not as flustered anymore but clinging onto you. He smirks, a bit smug at watching the scene.
“You look like you’re having a hard time, 5012.” Casper calls out, “Need a hand?”
“Stay out of this.” 5012 sternly replies before getting away from the embrace.
You snort. You just know that despite 5012’s general attitude, he cares about 0204 and 0213 more than he’d likely admit. But you weren’t gonna call him out on it. Not on the reaper’s birthday celebration today. For now, you’ll hold the peace, even if he does call you a devil spawn.
“Grimmy,” Your fingers curl around a strand of Casper’s white hair and tug him down. You grin, eyes filled with mischief as you whisper into his ear, “You know… When are we gonna have a soul ba–”
Casper knew exactly what type of shenanigans you were up to and what kind of person you are. He stutters, his face turning red as he covers your mouth. Your muffled giggle seeping through his hand.
“For the last time, there is no such thing as a SOUL BABY!” Casper glares at you.
Your giggles turn into laughter at his face. Your reaper is too cute, his face fully red. It’s too cute! So sweet! You can’t take him seriously when he looks endearing. You truly love your boyfriend too much, you could almost feel your heart burst.
Your Grimmy, a grim reaper who was supposed to take your soul, in the end became a person that you cherish so much and you’re his light to his darkness.
Casper’s glare softens as he looks at you, cheerfully bliss. His pout slowly morphs into a small smile. He takes his hand away from your mouth and replaces it with his. You pause, your laughs halted as your lips and his gently press against each other. You now feel your own face go warm.
You and Casper kiss, eyes closed and embracing each other with tender heat. It didn't last long but time seemed to slow down and it felt longer than minutes. You both parted, smiling. The feeling of butterflies in yours and Casper’s stomachs flutter.
And there was a whistle in the back.
You and Casper’s heads snap towards the sound, realizing that 5012, 0204, and 0213 were staring at them. 0213 managed to dangle on 5012 while 0204 is smiling. You and Casper both blushed.
“OOooo~ Lovebirds.” 0204 giggles.
0213 gives a thumbs up, while 5012…
“Your taste in partnership needs work, 8394. You courted a devil spawn that is intolerable.”
Decides that a jab at Casper’s tastes is in order.
“HEY!” Casper shouts, offended.
You were able to comment before you smell something like smoke, something burning. You turn your head at the barbecue grill you recently got your hands on and see a black cloud leaking from the cracks.
It seems you weren’t the only one, as everyone seems to have caught onto the smell and glance at the grill. Everything has gone quiet and nobody speaks, except thinking if a fire extinguisher is necessary in a few seconds.
“Crap.” You blurt out, grimacing now.
Food is delayed by a half an hour.