@∆@ There Are Many Requests Of Continuation For The Yan! Lilia X Fae Reader, But All Have Different

Fun fact: our resident Diasomnia gramps is 700 years old! 🦇❤️ The origins of the first version of Sleeping Beauty is dated about 700 years ago and it went by a different name!

I wonder how old our beloved Queen of the Valley of Thorns is..

Sweet and Naive definitely became my favorite series, thank you very much for your writing💗✨

I'm really happy to know that, anon! ^^ It's such an honour for me to receive a compliment from you. :} ❤️

I firmly believe that twst en players will finish Book 7 before I can..

Someone please tell me what I'm doing wrong-- I can't beat these levels at all. T_T

║Razor║What is Love?

Requested from Wattpad.

Gender-neutral

Fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

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This feeling in his chest.. It was suffocating him, but not in the bad way that people would think. At first, he really did thought that he was dying. His heart would always do this to him everytime he gets even a glimpse of you. It was common knowledge of what he might be feeling, but for someone like him, it was foreign and new. Did he like it? No, not really.

His beating heart feels like it wants to burst out of his chest, wanting to shout out at you something- anything that would calm his heart! But, he doesn't know what.

"Razor!"

That voice. That voice he was so familiar with yet gets jumpy when he hears it.. He turns around, feeling that suffocating feeling in his chest starting up again.

In the midst of grass he was at, the way you ran up to him with a smile on your face and basking in the sunlight, creating a soft glow around you.. All that to Razor was something he'd never forget for years to come. "(Y/N).." he calls out your name softly, mesmerized at the sight of you.

Your smile just got wider when you reached his side and sat down. "Good morning, how are you?" you ask, sitting down on the grass beside him. His face was immediately dusted with pink when you were in his sight but flared up when you sat beside him.

He gulps back a lump in his throat as he takes in all parts of your face- your bright eyes that was full of life, those long eyelashes that makes the eyes stand out, those lips- oh how he wishes to do something with those lips of yours.

When he stayed silent, not saying anything to you, you look at with a quizzical face. "Hey, Razor, are you okay?" You noticed that he's been out of it lately so today was no exception to your worrying observation. You stretched an arm out and lightly place it on his shoulders, getting the boy spooked at the sudden warmth. "Oh, uh, yes.." he answers.

"If you're not feeling well, you should rest at home. We can always hang out when you're feeling better," you said and stood up. The silver-haired boy looks up at your smiling face before looking away. "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.." he agrees. You took him home, making sure he doesn't suddenly collapse on the way, before going home.

Razor laid on his bed, face burying into his pillow. His heart started to calm down but he still thinks that he should tell his parents, just in case it might be a medical thing that he's not aware of.

When the sun started to set, his parents came home from their work with a smile and a sing song voice as they call for their only child. "Razor, mommy and daddy are home," his mother say and the both made their way to his room. Upon seeing their son looking sad, their hearts ached.

"Razor? What's wrong, baby?" His mother quickly rushes and sat on the side of his bed, rubbing his back. It took a while but soon, Razor sat up on his bed, crossing his legs while looking down. "Is something wrong with me?" were the words he whispers. It broke his parents heart but more importantly, made them worry.

"No, nothing is wrong with you, sweetie," his mother reassures. "Can you tell me what happened to make you think like this?" She puts a comforting arm around him and bring him close.

He was silent, thinking of how he should explain it to his parents. Then, "It's.. My heart.." he finally says, a hand clutchs his shirt of where his heart is at. "Everytime.. When (Y/N) shows up.. I.. My heart.." He couldn't go on. He simply doesn't know how to say it. But, those words were enough for his parents to look at each other with a smile and laughed.

"Aw, my sweet baby boy." His mother rested her face on top of his head. "If you're wondering, no, you're not dying my sweet baby," his mother says. An immediate relief washes over Razor, but that still didn't answer why he was feeling like he was being suffocated.

"Then, why.. My heart?" He looks at his parents. "It's called 'love', my boy," his father chuckles. "But, it's a different kind of love- not the love you receive from us." Razor was beyond confused upon hearing his dad's words.

"Tell me, boy, you love us, right?" his father asks, which to that, Razor nods immediately with no hesitation. "And what about (Y/N)? Would you like it if you see them with someone else?" Razor thought about it and just imagining you hanging out with someone else made him sad and shook his head in response. "Those are the two. One, the loving care of a family or friend, but doesn't go on from beyond that. The second, is the one you're feeling- the kind of intimate love. An example, me and your mother."

Razor kind of understood it better and accepted the beating of his heart whenever he sees you. But, another question arises. How to make you stay with him rather than be with someone else? "Um, so.. How does.. Razor make (Y/N).. With me?" he asks.

"Well, my boy, there are many ways you can express your feelings towards them," his father says. "I, for one, confessed to your mother confidently under the large tree of Windrise. I can still remember it to this day." His father looked like he was off to somewhere else with a smile on his head as he rested his hands on his hips.

"What do you mean? If I remember correctly, you were a stuttering mess!" his mother points out. "I remembered that I had to pull you in to make the confession quicker!" The two were now happily arguing of how the confession went as Razor was left on his own thoughts. Confession? All he had was to say what he feels and hope you'd reciprocate his feelings? The thought of him made him cower.

His father noticed that Razor was being silent, knowing full well of what he was thinking. "Boy, if you don't tell them how you feel, sooner or later, someone else will replace that special spot in their heart," he said in a stern tone. Those words made Razor's heart break as the thought of you being with someone other than him all happy flashes through his mind.

Razor was full of determination with a flare that sparked up within his eyes that his father could see and smiles to. Tomorrow, he thought, was going to be the day he tells you how he feels and that's exactly what he does.

The next day, Razor had knocked on your house's door and waited for someone to open it. Lucky for him, you were the one to receive it, already up and ready for the day. "Razor? Um, good morning," you greet, surprised that he was at your door since you thought it would be good for him to rest. "Are you feeling better--" He doesn't let you finish your sentence as he grabs your wrist and drags you outside and to the field where you two always hang out.

"Um, Razor, are you okay? What's wrong?" you ask, staring at the back of the boy. Then, "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asks, catching you off guard. "Huh? Yeah, it's in this field.." you answered. "You were sleeping and I kind of trip over you since I didn't see you."

"This field.. Brings happy memories to Razor.." he said. You were confused to what he was getting at but didn't say anything and let him continue. "I.."

Razor let's go of your hand and turns around with a serious look on his face with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Razor had never looked so serious and that alone, made your heart raced. "Razor.. Likes.. (Y/N).." he finally says, his eyes never once wavering as to see your reaction.

The breeze suddenly became a lighter wind, blowing both of your hairs. The feelings for him were the same as his and it made you smile that both you and he felt the same. "I like you too, Razor."

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I'm good, i woke up about a hour ago, took a shower and then i started my prayers, it feels kinda refreshing✨

Thank you for your advice

Oops! Sorry for getting to you late (I don't often go on Tumblr), but you're welcome! Should you need some more advice, I'll try my best to give you good ones. :)

║Scaramouche║Tsundere

From Wattpad.

Gender-neutral.

Fluff.

Word count: 1k

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It was a secret and a secret shall it stay.

The sixth Harbinger is harsh, cruel, cold, and sadistic. That is the image he painted for himself so if he were to be caught dead with a lover, what would come to the reputation he built up himself? He is not one to show kind emotions towards any of his subordinates so he shouldn't be lenient with you.

"Are you mocking me?" Scaramouche snaps at one of his subordinates, looking down at the underling as if they were the most disgusting thing he has ever saw. "N, no, I'm not, my lord.. I spoke out of turn," they stammer, feeling humiliated as he is being scolded in front of you and other Fatui members.

No one spoke up, forced to watch the scene before you unfold. He was scary, you admit, but there was a charm to him that drew you in-- a charm that no one else but you know. "Tut. I have no time for pests like you," Scaramouche snarls. "Leave my sight."

"B, but, my lord, the Tsaritsa--" "I don't care what the Tsaritsa ordered you. I don't want you here." His eyes reflected his tone; harsh. "If you want to live, then you best not make me angry."

The underling quickly left, but not before paying respect to his superior out of fear, and to never return to his ruling. Once gone from sight, Scaramouche's expression fell to a relax one. "All of you.. Just go. I can't deal with this." He sighs, massaging his temples.

His subordinates turn to leave, not daring to say anything more to upset him-- unless they had a death wish or something. With one more glance at the Harbinger, you turn to leave. However, you were stopped by his commanding voice. "You stay. I have things to talk to you about," he beckons you back.

You could feel the uneasy stares you're receiving from the other Fatui underlings, but did not dare wait to find out what sort of bullying you'll receive.

Once gone from sight, Scaramouche sat on a fairly large rock and sighed, using his arms as support to lean back. "Damn those pests. All they are good for is being stupid," he states to no one in particular, closing his eyes.

You stood there, observing the short male silently. Then, "What are you doing just standing there?" he asks, his deep coloured eyes reflecting off of yours. He pats the empty space beside him, silently ordering you to come sit.

Once you did, he rested his head on your lap, hat off on the ground. "You're not going to ask for permission?" you joked, gone was your silent and diligent persona now that there was no one else around. "Shut up.." he mumbles, but after a while, he asks, "You don't mind, right?"

You chuckled. "Not at all," you answered, putting a hand on his head. "Good." Your hands began to move on his head, stroking his soft, indigo hair. He sighs to your touch and feel his shoulders relax.

Enjoying the silence, you thought back to when you were a fresh recruit that was assigned under his ruling. You were scared, honestly, when you heard other Fatui underlings whisper how cruel he was to his subordinates-- even going as far as to leave physical scars on their body.

However, you could say that you have gotten the shorty's amusement and even his heart. It was strange when he first approached you on your day away from him-- who knew he could be infatuated to a weaker person than he was? Well, none of that matter now. All you need to know- and he'll remind you again- was that you were his.

Honestly, you wished that you two could leave the Fatui and abandon your duties as a member, but you knew that Scaramouche seeks something that only the Tsaritsa could offer and wouldn't give it up for the world.

"Hey, why did you stop?" he asks, upset that you stopped stroking his head. "Oh, sorry.. I didn't realise I did," you chuckled. He huffs, but relaxed once again under your touch, closing his eyes as he does.

"Hey," he calls shortly after silence. "I'm not 'hey', Scara," you jokingly reply. He clicked his tongue at your one sided humour. "Whatever. Uh, could you.. Uh.." he trails, the words after the dying on his tongue.

"Hm? What was that, Scara?" You look down at the Harbinger, seeing his cheeks slightly tinged with pink. "C, could you, uhm.." The dusted pink began to brighten up, visible to you that you are sure that the light isn't pulling any tricks.

His eyes averts to somewhere else as he tries to speak. "Can you.. Tell me those words..?" he finally mumbles out. You blinked a couple times, registering his words but coming up empty. "Huh? What words?" you ask, hoping he'd answer.

"Y, you know.. The one where you.." He pauses, his face warm and tingly from the blood rushing to his face. "Like me..?" he whispers. It was barely audible, but you heard it.

Your lips cracked into a smile and you cackled. Who knew that he could be so cute? You laughed so hard that tears were forming at the corner of your eyes. "H, hey!" Scaramouche's face turned a deeper red, feeling embarrassed and wishing that he didn't say anything at all.

He clicks his tongue and turn on his side to face away from you. "Hey, hey, don't turn away from me," you out a hand on his shoulder, trying to budge him to turn him onto his back again

Your laughter now dying out, you stare at the shorty's side profile. Knowing that he won't look at you, you catch him by surprise by placing a kiss on his cheeks. And finally, he turns, face flushed as he touches his cheek. "I love you, Scara." You gave a close-eyed smile. His heart fluttered, but he wouldn't say that out loud-- not even in a million years.

Still having him lie on his back, he averts his eyes once more. ".. I, I know that.." Chuckling, you leaned closer to his face and instead of a kiss on his cheeks, you placed your lips onto his, catching him suprised yet again.

Scaramouche stares at you blankly, the wheels turning in his head visibly represented by his expression. You grin, making a small comment, "You're such a tsundere."

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Ahh..!! I'm always behind on things with Twisted but now that I've caught up with the event..

Please!! I'm sobbing. She's such a cute old lady. 😭❤️ So sweet.

Wow! It hasn't been long since your 200 mark! I'm really happy for you!! ^♡^

WHWNEH YOU GUYS ????!?? HHEY??? AYO... seriously you guys are just <333 every single one of yall gon get a smooch from me srs loves everyone dearly

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Lilia Vanrouge x Fem! reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Minors do no interact.

Just a short drabble.

⊱⊰♤⊱⊰◇⊱⊰♡⊱⊰☆⊱⊰♧⊱⊰♤⊱⊰◇⊱⊰♡⊱⊰☆⊱⊰♧⊱⊰

There you were, body pressed into the mattress doing your best to stifle a groan with a fae looking over at you with the most devlish smirk plastered on his face.

Lilia getting so hard for you so early in the morning and deciding to stuff that cute little cunny of yours would be the best thing to wake up to but not when you two had but a wink of sleep from last night's fiasco as well.

Your overstimulated body quivers and you hugged tightly on the pillow while he fucks into you while on your side harshly, trying hard not to make so much noises this early in the morning when the others are still sleeping. He raises your leg a bit higher to pound into you just right to feel the walls of your cunt squeeze him everytime he enters. His ragged breathing was close to your ear and you hear an airy chuckle. "Mm~? Is my little fairy crying?" He removes the pillow that you've been shoving your face into to quiet the sounds and felt wonderful to be a sadist at that moment, loving the tears that he is responsible for making from the love that he gave out. He licks the tears at the corner of your eyes and smirks against your face. He engulfs you in his arms and his bare front is pressed against your back. It was radiating warmth like you've never felt before. "You're so cute when you cry~"

His touch is electrifying with one hand groping your breast and the other teasing your body with light touches that trails from your thighs to your hip before going back down to repeat it's motion.

You mewl out his name and beg him. Beg for what, to stop or to help you with your own release that had been building up despite your legs having been numb long before? You're not sure, but you hoped that he would already come inside you already and make you feel full to make him stop numbing your legs. However, you don't think that that will be soon as he continues to tease and rile your body even more. He is clearly enjoying this so there is no way he'd stop now, not when he hasn't put how you contort your face at everytime he hits a certain spot into memory.

"Khehee, you're doing so good, little fairy."

"Just a little more for me~"

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I DON’T KNOW WHO NEEDS TO SEE THIS, BUT I HAVE TO POST THIS. IT IS SIMPLY TOO BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE ITTTTTTTTTT 😭