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║Razor║What is Love?

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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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Hiii I was wondering if you have any time could you write a brother’s friend trope where reader is the little sibling of Kalim and while she’s visiting during the VDC she meets Vil and falls in love with him all while being really shy. Of course if it’s to much trouble you don’t have to

Have a wonderful day <3

║Vil Schoenhit║ Brother, I’m in Love!

Reader: She/her pronouns + titles. 

Warning(s): Slight changes to canon.

All rights reserved. Do not steal/copy and paste it anywhere else.

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“Jaaaamil!” 

The sun is just barely peeking out when Scarabia’s dorm is making a huge ruckus. If the seven dorms were any closer, it’s a sure that Crowley will be receiving noise complaints day in and day out. They were rowdy, sure, but that is just the energy that the dorm always has.

The same, slightly high-pitched voice screams for Jamil further down Scarabia’s dorm hall and by the sounds of it, it was drawing ever the nearer with every second. “Jaaamil!”

The voice stops short right at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, Jamil! I knew I’d find you here, hehe.” White hair as bright as the moon and red eyes brighter than the gems who share the same colour skips inside the kitchen with glee, snickering excitedly. “Anyway, Jamil, Jamil—“ 

“Just spit it out, Kalim! Stop screaming my name for Seven’s sake!” Jamil rubs the bridge of his nose, showing how annoyed he was. His head had been ringing all day long but it’s only still early in the morning; just a quarter to seven. This is what was meant when the other dormitories would be annoyed to be hearing ruckus from Scarabia, especially Savanaclaw and their lazy, always-seem-to-be-sleeping dorm leader. Ah, but there’s also Pomfiore. Can’t forget Pomfiore students who prioritize their “beauty” sleep. Maybe Diasomnia will forgive them.. Their dorm leader and vice dorm leader are nocturnal creatures anyway. 

“Have you prepared it? Have you? Have you?” Kalim’s eyes turned into stars as he waited for the answer, his words were vague but nothing that Jamil couldn’t understand. Jamil could only sigh at his master’s silliness, “It’ll come later today, but still today just as requested. The item is particularly rare so delivery is taking a longer route to avoid the item being stolen.” He crossed his arms. 

“Haha, I knew I could count on you, Jamil!” The white-haired male grins and pats Jamil’s back proudly. As annoying he is being right now, Jamil felt that he was slightly restless before. He understands where this is coming from. After all, the one he cherishes the most is coming tomorrow and Jamil knew that Kalim wants nothing but the best of gifts. 

“Hehe, I can’t wait for the VDC tomorrow!”

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Both the old and new alike, all sorts of transportation vehicles from modern cars to carriages were entering through the school’s gate one at a time. Of course, there’s those who walked and others who flew (or just straight up teleported there). 

VDC is usually packed with all sorts of people and this year was no different. Giants, faes, humans.. All walks of life were gathered in one place to see what this year has in store for their hunger for some entertainment.. Aaand there were also those agents scouting for talents. 

“Do you see her? Do you? Do you?” Kalim scans over the ocean of heads excitedly, looking for a particular head that he knew O’ so well from one of the school’s balconies. “Calm down. She’ll come so stop yapping, will you?” Jamil crosses his arms and leans back on the wall adjacent to the railings. Kalim looks behind him at his companion and slightly pout. “But what if she doesn’t come?”

“She will. She said in her letter and you know she doesn’t lie,” he says confidently, but secretly still praying anyway that she really does show up and nothing bad has happened along the way. 

… 

“AH!” Kalim slams his hands on the concrete rails which alerted Jamil. “What? Hey, don’t just suddenly scream like that, you idiot!” He uncrosses his arms and lectures him. “Wait, hey— What are you doing!? Hey—!!” Before he knew it, Kalim threw himself over the rails over a height that could kill a person on impact. Jamil runs towards the rails and looks down, stomach churning at the possible thought of seeing his body around a pool of blood and on VDC of all days too! And before anyone knew it, the event would have shut down before it even started all because of this fool—

“Hehe!” Just below, Kalim sits atop a magic carpet and heads in a particular direction. “You idiot!” Jamil’s teeth grinding on each other. He nearly had a heart attack because of him for Seven’s sake! “My life has been shortened..” He says as he feels a part of his soul leaving him.

“[Naaame]!” Kalim shouts from over the heads of many, causing onlookers to look up in curiosity. 

You were standing at one of the stalls, looking on with sparkly eyes just before someone had yelled out your name. You blink, registering that it wasn’t just your head messing with you and wiped away the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. The aroma of the corndogs is making it too hard to resist for your never satisfied stomach. 

Nevertheless, your head looks around for the source of the voice. 

“[Naaame]!” This time, your heads were drawn to the sky at a speedily approaching figure. “Is that.. EH!? Kalim, wait! You’re going to— BONK!” He collided with you head first and sent both of you toppling down on the ground. 

“Urgh.. Kalim..” You push yourself up with your arms and rub a growing pain on your forehead. “What was—“

“Hehe! [Name], [Name]! You really came!” Kalim pushes himself up (though still on top of you) and grins an all too familiar grin. Seeing him again and that familiar of a smile, whatever lecture you were about to spew died on your tongue.

Even though he was older out of the two of you, he was much like the younger sibling than you did. He acted more excitable like that of a young child rather than a young adult that he is. Nevertheless, you loved him as his sibling. “Of course I’d come,” you say softly, so soft that it could be considered a whisper. “Why, did you think I wouldn’t show up?” 

He got up and extended a hand out for you, that signature grin still smeared on his face. “Hehe, I knew you’d come!” He says cheerfully. You returned a smile of your own. You looked around and over his shoulder, noticing that something was amiss. “Oh, Kalim, where is–” “Kalim!” Before you could proceed with your sentence, a shrieking voice drew ever the near quickly. 

Pushing people aside, Jamil parts a wall of bodies until he got to where you both were. “Do you have any idea how reckless of a stunt that was!? Have you gone mad!!?” There was Jamil with a scolding on his lips. “Hehe, sorry! I saw [Name] so I went up to her!” He laughs. 

“Went up to her, how!? You threw yourself off the balcony and nearly gave me a heart attack!” He had so many things to say which you found it to be something to laugh at; how Jamil acts is like a mother hen to her chicks and you found it endearing. 

“Ah, [Name], it’s good to see you here,” Jamil finally says, now acknowledging your presence. “Sorry about that outburst.” You giggled with a smile, “It’s fine. I’m sure Kalim has given you a handful of problems leading up to today.” 

He rests his hands on his hips and sighs deeply, shaking his head with a defeated look. “You wouldn’t believe..” 

Kalim butts in with an elated look and pumping both of his fists up and down in front of his chest. “Ah! [Name], [Name]! I got you something!” he said and looked toward Jamil with a look of expectancy. “Oh right..” You just now noticed that Jamil had been holding a small, rectangular box when he extended his hand out to you. 

You look at both men– Kalim was bouncing excitedly on the spot and Jamil nodded– before taking the gift. Inside was a necklace with a huge orb and two slightly smaller ones on each side. It had the colour of the desert– a raging, orange fire. There was some gold too that held the entire piece beautifully and would rattle like coins in a pouch. 

“These are the eyes of a queen scorpion that have been torched into glass,” Jamil said. “It was difficult to find but Kalim wouldn’t stop nudging me.” Kalim gives a toothy laugh and you couldn’t help but smile even more. “Thank you both.” 

“Aww, [Name]!!” Kalim sees the adorable smile on your face and couldn’t help but pull you into a bone crushing hug. “See, Jamil! I knew it would be worth it! Did you see how cute she was?” He rubs his cheeks against yours as if he can’t get enough of your physical touch.

It was like that for a while until an announcement came on that the main event would start soon. “Ah! Kalim, hurry up! We have to go or else Vil will have our heads.” 

“Hm? Where are you guys going?” You asked. “Ah, [Name], it was going to be a surprise but you see, Kalim and I are one of the performers,” he quickly explains, already grabbing onto Kalim’s arm to pry him off of you. “Oh, I see! Good luck to you two!” Were the only things you said so that you wouldn’t keep them too long. 

“You’ll come watch us, right, [Name]?” Kalim asks, although probably already knowing the answer. You nod and smile. “Of course, I will!” 

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Now by yourself in a massive crowd, it was pretty easy to push you around without Jamil or Kalim. “Excuse me.. Excuse– oh!” Amidst the pushing and shoving, you were pushed all the way to an archway that led inside the school building. One more forceful shove and you lost your balance. 

Your eyes closed shut and were expecting pain in your butt that would send straight up your head but however, you didn’t. Your eyes opened and blinked a few times. You were halfway your fall when firm arms hooked underneath your armpits so now you were in that awkward position. 

“Are you alright?” A voice drew your attention over your shoulders and thereupon you felt you’ve been deprived of oxygen as you held your breath at the sigh of a man. The word ‘beautiful’ couldn’t even hold a candle to him. And it seems like he was awe-struck too with how his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised a bit, but you didn’t need to know that. 

He asks again if you were okay and this time, you push yourself on your feet, a growing blush dusting your cheeks. “A-ah yes.. I, I’m okay!” You smile awkwardly and hope you didn’t stare too long and eye him like a candy. 

He nods and was about to say something until a voice the became louder as it came closer drew his attention away. “Roi du poison! Oh how I had searched for you, roi du poison!” Now, a blonde man wearing a hat entered the conversation- if it could have been called that. “Roi du poison, i had worried you had been taken or worse, suddenly getting the blue and thus cannot perform anymore!” 

“As if I’d lose the opportunity to outshine Neige,” the beautiful man was now having a full conversion with his friend and you just stood there awkwardly. Just as they began to turn to leave, he stopped and looked back at you, now just remembering he had helped somebody. You straighten your back which he found silly. “Pfft.” He contains a laugh, disguising it as a cough behind a hand. “I hope to see you around.” He smiles one last time before joining his friend that awaited him just a little bit away from you two. 

You were left there in a confused state all the while your face being flushed pink. You were repeating the last thing he said to you and deep down,  you were silently praying that you’d get to meet him. Was it a spell that he casted, to make anyone be enthralled by him? 

The speakers came again, snapping you out of a daze. You once again joined the crowd– that was fortunately and unfortunately less crowded– and sat at the furthest row from the seat since the front rows were very much full. 

Like the rest, you were excited but more so to see Kalim perform. But what you weren’t expecting to see when he did come on was that the man from earlier was also on stage alongside him. “Ah.” Suddenly remembering the moment that just passed, you did recall him wearing the school’s uniform. Well, what were you expecting? It’s not like someone like him who possibly could be a supermodel to not go to such a prestigious school. 

Safe to say that your attention had been diverted away from Kalim. 

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“[Name], [Name]! Did you like my dance?” Kalim now joins you by the hip after the performances have been finished. Jamil was there too, standing close by. “Hm? Oh, yes, I did!” You smiled and chuckled a bit. You sweatdrop at the thought that he knew that you hadn’t been paying attention to him at all and thus would make him pout. 

“Ah, that performance is making me hungry.. Let’s go eat, [Name]!” Kalim drags you by the wrist and Jamil follows. He sure is energetic despite him being hungry and probably tired from the performance. “Ooh! Look, look! Shawarmas!” Kalim halted in his steps when he was parallel to a food stall selling shawarmas. There were stars in his eyes as he eyes them. 

“Let’s get some, [Name]!” He says and turns his head towards Jamil since he forgot to bring money. Jamil sighs, fishing out a pouch of coins. “Just 2, and some packet of hot sauce,” Jamil says to the vendor. “Hm? You’re not getting any, Jamil?” You ask. He shook his head, saying that he’s not hungry and he doesn’t have a big appetite unlike Kalim. 

“Hehe, these are so good!” After getting your food, Kalim was the first to take a big bite out of his. You look on fondly at his childlike manner before taking a bite out of yours. 

“Hm? Kalim, do you know her?” Just then, a voice steps in to join the small group and you turn your head to see the same person that had saved you from a fall and you began to choke on the food. “[Name]!” Jamil was quick to aid you and grab a bottle of water to down the food. 

“Hm, of course!” Kalim grins and rests an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my little sister, [Name]!” 

“Little sister?” His eyebrows raised but quickly returned to its natural, resting  position. “Roi du poison, isn’t this the little maiden from earlier?” his companion was there too. “I must apologize for not having the chance to introduce myself and swiftly taking him away from you earlier.” He takes off his hat and places it on top of his heart and dips down slightly. So elegant, you thought. 

“Hmm? You know them, [Name]? Your brother looked at you and you nodded. “Well, not really.. He was there when I was about to fall and helped me..” You corrected. 

“In that case, why don’t I introduce you to my friends!” Kalim beams with excitement, so happy that you’d be getting to know more students from NRC. “This is Rook,” he points to the one with the hat first, “And this is Vil!” He points to the one whom you have been enchanted to meet. So his name is Vil, you thought, your face slightly feeling warm.

“Hehe, and this is [Name]!” Kalim hugs you tightly, making you embarrassed how he babies you so much. You were telling Kalim to stop but you overheard the soft mention of your name, drawing your attention to Vil. “[Name].. It’s a beautiful name,” he says and looks at you with soft eyes. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you and I’m sorry to cut this short but I have to go now.”

“O-oh.. Okay..” You were disappointed at just how brief the moment was, but at least you got to know his name.

Later that evening, when you returned home, what you didn’t expect to see on your phone the moment you got to relax was a notification– a notification that Vil had followed your Magicam account. Suddenly remembering him, your cheeks became the colour of a rose. 

You opened the app in order to follow him back but was surprised at the huge number of followers he had. “Oh wow..!” You followed him back and began to stalk his page. The pictures were all well polished as if he was someone super popular. “He might be..” You mumbled. Just then, a notification popped up that someone had messaged you– it was Vil. 

You panicked, not sure what to do but before you could do any of that, you first checked what he even sent. 

I hope to know more about you. Let’s talk some time. It reads. You became giddy that you had possibly gain the attention of someone so beautiful. With a smile that no one could ever see, you began to type away.

~♡~

If you noticed I got lazy at the end, no you didn’t. 

Lilia Vanrouge is a dilf. That's it. That's today's post.

Welcome to trigger warning

You could do headcanons yandere for Diasomnia with fem reader who is a fairy but nevertheless she is a fairy of a very weak rank therefore she is afraid to approach Fairies of the Valley of Thorns

Hello! I've been contemplating on this one for a while now and could you please refer to the rules here, please? (Click here)

I really like the idea, but I can't do headcanons (I don’t know how to). If you'd like, I can turn them into oneshots instead. And if you would really like one specific member (or members) to be published as soon as possible, you could specify it in your next ask. I’m really sorry! T~T 

I’ll try to do headcanons in the future.. Just not now.

I refunded a pre-order Malleus' plush on impulse cause I felt like I spent so much.. I regret my choices, especially since it was a good price and came with a birth certificate. Now I have to pay for shipping price again with no birth certificate.

║Scaramouche║Jealousy

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He doesn't know when so don't ask him. But he does know that you had somehow bewitched him into liking you because he couldn't explain what it is about you that had made him fall for you. Was it your hair? Eyes? Smile? Again, he doesn't know and all he could do is blame you for it.

His eyes stare lazily at the crowd, thoughts completely all about you and only you. He wishes he could see you-- oh, would you look at that? Not too far away, he spots a familiar stature, eyes looking at a list. You.

He pondered at today's date, crossing his arms. Based on his notes from observing you, you were out shopping for groceries. Oh, how could he forget that? That was the reason why he was out and about with no particular purpose tied to the Tsaritsa at all. He was grateful at how you always had a routine. That way, he could have these.. Encounters. He doesn't do much other than stare. Creepy, but he does not dare walk up to you to strike a conversation. He only does it when there is a really good excuse for them.

"I thought I'd find you here," a smooth voice spoke from behind the short male, a chuckle following after. Scaramouche had the look of annoyance at the sound that he loathed oh so much. "What do you want, pest?"

He does not need to look behind him to know that it was the young Harbinger, Tartaglia. The ginger chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. "Ouch, no need to be so venomous, old man." He does not even bother to feign hurt.

Scaramouche clicks his tongue, not once turning to see the ginger. "If you have nothing to say, leave. Can't you see I'm busy?" he spat. The taller male grins. "Oh? With what? Surely, stalking an innocent civilian isn't what you are busy about, is it?" Tartaglia has been watching for a while as well, but not at you-- Scaramouche, seeing as the sixth Harbinger started to act strange-- mainly towards you. He thought it was hilarious that a man such as the cruel sixth could easily coil under your words.

Scaramouche mentally curses at the male. "Piss off." He grits his teeth. This just made Tartaglia want to continue. However, a brilliant plan- much better than teasing Scaramouche- had crept its way in his head. Smirking evident in his tone, he bids goodbye to the short Harbinger.

"Good riddance," he mumbled to himself. His eyes had never once left your person as you move onto different stalls that had the needed items on your list.

Maybe he should go up and say a quick 'hello'? You two are friends after all. It wouldn't be awkward, right?

He bit the inside of his cheek, deciding against it. As much as he tops everybody, he cowers to interact with you and only pray that the Tsaritsa had something- anything- to give him a reason to interact with you. He thought it would seem awkward otherwise.

Sighing, he turns on his heels, planning on going to the training ground for new recruits and do something productive like watching new Fatui members bleed their guts out-- anything that would take his mind off of you.

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He doesn't know when, but the next time he saw you made his blood boil. Actually, it wasn't you that made him that way-- it was at the sight of you talking to the eleventh Harbinger with all smiles and laughter.

Were you two always that close for you to allow Tartaglia to put a hand on your shoulders? It was evident that the Harbinger was up to something when he put it there. Scaramouche doesn't know what type of game Tartaglia was playing at, but he didn't like it in the slightest.

He wanted to walk up and wrap his arms around you protectively while he hiss and glare at the eleventh. But he had to hold back. After all, it would seem weird since you two weren't lovers. Oh how he wished that you would leave the ginger already.

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If he was itching for a fight, Scaramouche would happily give it to him. It has been 2 weeks since and each day, Tartaglia always seemed free enough to hang around you. And you seemed undisturbed by it? How absurd! Had you not notice where that man puts his hands on you? That hand that the ginger holds is supposed to be his!

He scowls. He can't take this anymore. Scaramouche has finally figured out the game that the ginger started and tried not to fall for his petty trap to make him finally admit to you about his feelings. However, that didn't last long and he started to think that he should take this as a chance before that opportunity is no longer there; when Tartaglia has really fallen for you.

Taking a deep breath, he strides to you two with menacing glares thrown at the tall male. Tartaglia felt those eyes that he knew had been watching him since two weeks ago draw near, getting his attention, which soon caught yours.

"Oh? Why if it isn't gramps," Tartaglia greets, showing his signature smile that was usually a sign of trouble to come. Scaramouche stares long and hard at him before he turns to look at you.

"Scara, hello!" You smiled that smile he loves oh so much. His heart fluttered, almost forgetting the presence of a particular someone.

"Uh, so, gramps," Tartaglia starts, "(Y/N) and I are actually going out for lunch, so if you could speed it up.." Scaramouche shots another deadly glare at the male. It would have been scary to a normal person but since this is what Tartaglia wanted, he wasn't affected by it.

"You're not having lunch with them." With that, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you along with him. "H, huh? Wait, Scara, where are we going?" You look at the back of the short Harbinger before you turn to look over your shoulders at Tartaglia.

You thought he would stand there dumbfoundedly but instead, he waves at you with one hand as the other rested on his hips and balancing his weight on one leg. He gave a close-eyed smile, feeling proud that it had turned out the way he wanted. The eleventh wanted to follow to hear what cheesy thing Scaramouche would say, but he stops himself and decided to tease him later.

Now gone from sight after turning a block, Scaramouche pins you against a wall, both hands slammed beside your head. You yelped and hissed at the impact, closing your eyes instinctively.

"Hey, Scara, couldn't you just--" "I like you," he confesses, getting all words dying on your tongue. "Eh?" Silence followed after, and it seemed to you that there was a bird cawing not too far in the distance.

Did you hear that right? You look up and was met a flushed Harbinger who awaited for your response. "C, could you repeat that? I think water got into my ears when I took a bath this morning."

Scaramouche takes a deep breath and this time, said it loud and clear-- enough for you to comprehend. "I like you, (Y/N)," he said, the heat tingling his cheeks. Gosh, Tartaglia's spot would have definitely been given away by his laughter, if he was there.

"I like you too, Scara," you confess, a confused look on your face at the sudden confrontation. On Scaramouche's part, the light in his eyes twinkled like little stars dancing in the night sky. You liked him as well? A smile was threatening to break but before that could happen, he moves away and coughed onto his fist, clearing his throat soon after.

"W, well, I'm glad we have mutual feelings towards one another.." he said, face still slightly turned from you.

"But, Scara, can I ask what brought this up so suddenly?" you had finally ask. The Harbinger stare at you longingly and removes his fist from his mouth, scratching the back of his neck. "I was, uh, a bit jealous of.." He looks down, feeling embarrassed to say it. But you wanted an answer so he had no choice but to give it. "I was jealous of Tartaglia hanging around you."

Your heart fluttered. He looks adorable if you had to be honest. Who knew that he could be jealous by someone who was much younger than both you and him? You had long knew that the young Harbinger was up to something the moment he came up to you with the smile used when he was plotting something. You weren't that dense.

A laugh escaped your lips, getting the attention of the male. "H, hey, what's so funny?" His brows scrunched together in confusion.

You shake your head to dismiss the question and soon cup his face, bringing him close so that your foreheads were touching. Staring longingly into his indigo eyes, you spoke. "There is no need to be jealous because my heart belonged to you long ago."

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Sooo req is open for twst fandom? HIII! May i req Leona w/ gn!mc that has a large gap moe, normally they smirk & smile a lot & cool, but get soft & kind to Leona, can become a sadistic & rude as well, u can skip this, THXX! NICE TO MEET U TOO!!!

Leona x reader

Reader: Gender-neutral/not mentioned

Word count: 1k

All rights reserved. Do not steal/copy and paste and upload it anywhere.

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Note: Hi! Thank you so much for officially being the first requester for Twst! ^^ I have never heard of gap moe before, but I hope this gets the message out that I tried!

I hurried to my laptop when I saw the request. ;; I was so excited.

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“Gahh! [Name], can’t you go a bit easy on me?” Ace screeches, backing up as far as he could. But when his back touches the cold wall, he gulps. This, he knows, could be his end and starts mentally praying hard to the Great Seven to save him, begging fearfully to let him live– to see another day– to see his brother and the rest of his family once more. He promises to be a good boy and behave, following Riddle’s rules down to the last.

“I haven’t done anything to you yet?” You feigned a pout of hurt, drawing closer to the first year. He slumps down to the ground. This was his end, he believed. “Deuce, do something!!” He begs his fellow first year and dorm mate who watched idly by. “Sorry. Nope. No can do.” Deuce himself was terrified of this sadistic side of you and was internally grateful that you had chosen Ace and not him.

“Aw, come on.. I just need you to drink this for me..” You shake a vial of questions in front of his face, leaning your upper body forward. “Look, I won’t even make you drink all of it! Please?” Were it the first couple of experiments, he would have gladly taken it and swallowed it whole, but now..? “Nuh-uh. No way in hell!” Ace refuses. “Why don’t you go ask Deuce? He looks willing!”

You stop and blink owlishly before looking over your shoulder. “Deuce?” You gave him the best of your puppy eyes– but you do wonder if it ever works. “W, what!? Me!? No, I don’t!” Deuce denies, now the one backing away when you have straightened up. “Help a magicless student out, please?”

After Deuce had once more refused, you let out a defeated sigh. You just don’t understand why they were afraid of you. This time, you were sure you had followed the instructions carefully down to its last step, but if the result looked like something that neither Ace nor Deuce wanted to drink, you were sure you had failed again. You thought that potion making would be one of the easier subject for you since all it you had to do was follow instructions– and you are pretty sure you are good at following instructions– but it turned out to be a challenge instead.

“I’m going to fail this class..” You sobbed, though there were no tears to back it up and your figure drooped. Nevertheless, Ace- once he stood up from the ground- and Deuce felt awfully bad. “Hey, why don’t we do something to clear up your mind? Maybe you’re just stressed out to focus,” Ace suggests, grinning widely.

You look back at him and pretty soon, you smile. “Sure! What do you have in mind?” You straighten up, looking like yourself again. “We can play ball? That always does the trick!” he suggests. You raise a brow, your face giving off the question of ‘really?’. Sweating and running around and being competitive? “Thanks but no thanks,” you say, making your way to the other side of the room where the rest of the lab coas were hanged, and hanging your own.

“Oh! Then why not go on a run?” Deuce lights up when he suggests. “You know what they say, running always clears the mind!” “It’s a nice offer, but I’m just not into that,” you reject once again. “Well, I guess I’ll just–” Your words were cut short when out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a tail past by the door. An all too familiar tail.

You quickly peaked your head out of the door. Seeing your eyes light up and your demeanor changing to one of that of an excited child, the two first years walked to the door– where you were already hurriedly walking out.

“Leona-san!” You had called out from behind, getting the lion to stop and look behind. “Oh, herbivore, what are you doing just coming out of class?” he asks. “I was doing some testing.. I’m kind of failing at potion making..” You look down embarrassingly.

But you then realized something that made you look up at the man standing in front of you. “Wait, what are you doing inside the school’s building, Leona-san?” you asked, kind of surprised to see him out and about in the halls and not taking a nap somewhere, especially since classes have ended long ago.

“I was looking for Ruggie since he wasn’t answering my call,” he answered, seeming annoyed thinking about it. “O, oh.. Um.. Is it something I can do instead?” you ask, doe-eyed as you wait for him to speak. Leona takes a while to answer, eyes judging you before making a verdict. “I guess it can.. But I don’t want your pretty little head running around for me,” he said, softly smiling and patting your head– well, it was more like just placing a hand on top of your head and just leaving it there.

You felt a little disappointed that he doesn’t want to receive your help, but pushed the feeling aside when you heard him sigh and grumble a bit to himself under his breath. “Well, he’s probably gonna show up at any moment now so I’m heading back,” he muttered, scratching his head, not sure if it was for you to hear or just him speaking to himself.

“Well, I’ll see you around, herbivore.” He pats your shoulder before going back to where he originally came from, down the hall.

Ace and Deuce, who were watching the ordeal, saw him coming and quickly duck backed inside the classroom until he passed. Once he was gone, they peaked their heads back out to see that you were still standing on the same spot, back towards them.

They looked at each other with a raised brow and silently agreed at how different you acted whenever Leona was around. “Damn, they’re weird,” Ace whispers, to which Deuce nods in agreement, eyes on you.

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Ahh!! Thank you for coming, Malleus! 😭❤️ It took 3 ten rolls to get his birthday card, but I got his new card in 1 ten roll. All is well that ends well. Thank you~!!

P.S. I also got Lilia and I'm SUPER happy about it. 🥰