I have no excuse for this one. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Someone please take my computer away from me.
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I've changed my mind, dOn'T tOuCh MeEeEeEe!

Anyway... I haven't had that much coffee. But regardless, questions, I have questions; the next chapter will be a part 2 of the Cheslock x fem!Violet chapter (35) -I promised, you all saw, quote me on it- but there are things I would like an opinion on.
One: should Cheslock and Violet be having a son or a daughter? Should I flip a coin? Twins? Any name preferences?
Two: Speaking of names; Cheslock's first name. He doesn't have one in cannon so we get to choose. Does anyone have a headcannon first name for him? I like Casper, because it is the name of a friendly ghost and I think Cheslock would appreciate that if he knew and I'm all about alliterative names. But if anyone has a better idea; I'm listening.

And much thanks to my lovely reviewers, Yusuki6 for her great ideas and support and grace for her concern for my health; I appreciate it.

Other than that; just enjoy!

Blue and Violet:

Two dormitories, both very different in dignity,

In not-so fair Weston Public School, where we lay our scene,

From three-weeks and counting grudge break to more mutiny,

Where civil Ys* makes civil hands really tired.

From forth the different dorms of these two 'foes'

A pair of secret lovers don't really do much;

Whose quiet, teasing and snarking

Didn't really help at all…

"It was a tragedy!" Cheslock almost yelled.

"It was senseless theatrics!" Clayton yelled back, two sets of eyes; Bluewer and Violet's, flicked back and forth between the pair, watching the next part of their dorms' feud unfold.

The Violet Wolf and Sapphire Owl students in the two senior year levels were doing a performance of Romeo and Juliet. Unfortunately Sapphire Owl dorm almost collectively believed that Romeo and Juliet was a stupid drama while Violet Wolf almost all believed it was a bittersweet tragedy, or at least a decent play. So now the two were feuding. It was not getting better.

After snarling at each other some more Cheslock and Clayton stormed off in different directions, dragging their reluctant prefects with them.

"See you tonight?" Violet whispered as they parted.

"Of course," Bluewer replied, surprised Violet had even bothered to ask.

Later that night Lawrence heard the familiar hair-raising 'crack-chrich' of stones being thrown at his window and gritted his teeth, no matter how many times he told Gregory not to throw things at his window the other prefect never listened.

He opened the window and, dodging a rock, stuck his head out irritably.

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Oh, that she knew she were!" Violet quoted softly. Rather than dignify that with a response -or admit he was impressed that the other boy had memorised that whole verse- Bluewer motioned hastily for the other boy to come upstairs, having already unlocked the door.

"Do you even know what that verse means?" He asked when Gregory was safely inside.

"I know you hate it when I quote Romeo and Juliet at you," the shorter prefect replied, and wasn't that all he really needed to know?

"Of course; it was a stupid play," Lawrence said dismissively, it wasn't even any good from an academic point of view, one of Shakespeare's more ill-thought out and badly written works if you asked him, which none of these fanboys did because he had an opinion they didn't like.

"Come on, don't you think it's funny? We're putting on a play about two houses that are feuding and two prominent members fall in love. And we're from two dorms that are feuding and have fallen in love." Violet asked, leaning up to kiss the taller boy.

Bluewer allowed the kiss but pulled back after a second, "It's amusing but don't think you being all cute is going to make me hate Romeo and Juliet any less."

Violet gave him a rare, small smile, "Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!" He quoted. "You're being mean to me Lawrence, don't hate on my theatre talent."

Bluewer's lips twitched as he fought a smile, "I am cautioning you Violet," he said warningly.

"Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

"If you keep quoting that stupid play…"

"These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder."

"I will beat you with a pillow…"

"If love be rough with you, be rough with love."

"Repeatedly."

"Educated men are so impressive!"

"That does it!"

Caring little for propriety Bluewer tackled Violet and the two of them fell backwards onto Bluewer's bed, smothering their laughter. In an infrequent display of affection Violet seized Lawrence and held him close, also partly to stop his beau from hitting him with a pillow.

Bluewer squirmed away and then the only sounds were soft chuckles and the heavy 'whump, whump, whump,' of someone being hit with a pillow.

Repeatedly.

*Ys: A punishment in which a student is forced to write out a Latin poem 100 times, according to Black Butler.

I am aware that I have already done a chapter with a Romeo and Juliet theme and Bluewer was involved. I am also aware that I don't give a damn.

Also, to those who may be wondering; I have just started Chapter 4 of the full-length fic Harmony of Darkness was based on and am planning on updating the first chapter when I finish writing chapter 5 so hopefully that will be in a week or so.

Anyway, hope you liked it! Bye guys!