It was just gettin' good, so how 'bout I butt in?

𝒯wst x Reader ... accidental confessions ,, their reactions ! 𝓈mau ⋆.˚

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒻eaturing — floyd, ruggie and cater ! — smau, x reader, confessions, nicknames, silly! grammatical mistakes!

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𑣲⋆ 𝒻loyd leech !

‧₊˚ Leona's sister who is dating Vil Schoenheit

ෆ :: vil schoenheit x kingscholar!reader a/n :: hello??? i can't believe someone requested this because i've been wanting to write about leona's sister for a while now. omgg i'm so happy :3

ෆ :: at first, Vil couldn't believe you were his sister. It would take him a while to process the fact that you're Leona Kingscholar's sister, whether because you're his complete opposite or because you look so much like him. The mere fact that he had a younger sister was already a surprise. If you're his opposite, it would leave him in complete shock, but if you're his spitting image, it would be a kind of nightmare to know there are two Kingscholars who are exactly alike. Anyway, that caught Vil's attention almost instantly, making him immediately set his eyes on you.

ෆ :: he would have absolute respect for being royalty. Vil knows what it's like to be under pressure to be perfect all the time, so knowing that your family automatically makes you part of royalty, he wouldn't take long to take on the amount of protocols or manners they tried to teach you from a young age. Whether you talk about it casually or like it's a real horror movie, he'd give you a lot of credit for getting through it all. In the end, if you're in NRC, it's because you survived it.

ෆ :: no, he wouldn't try to turn you into a clone of himself. Although Vil has great respect for manners and the training received at the palace, that wouldn't make him see you as a potential Pomefiore clone. He knows that Savanaclaw students are known for other reasons, and whatever your strengths are, you'll have his support. If there are days when you simply feel completely useless, he'd be the one to drag you out of bed and remind you of the truth.

ෆ :: he would see you for who you are. Inevitably, there would be someone at NRC who would want to reduce you to just "being Leona's sister," but Vil wouldn't tolerate that at all. He himself knows what it's like to try to stand out on your own and would never allow someone important to him to go through something like that, even if it doesn't bother you at all—or if at some point it makes you feel even slightly bad. Especially in those private moments when the mask of royalty you both wear slips a little.

ෆ :: he would completely use it against Leona. Yes, he would totally use the fact that his sister is interested in him just to tease him, even if only a little, not because Vil thinks you're an object or anything like that; but seeing the annoyed expression on Leona's face every time he sees you two together is enough. And if he's honest with himself, even he couldn't have imagined how things would turn out, but how could he resist someone like you?

ෆ :: sibling bond bonus: Leona would be a silently overprotective brother. Due to never having the pressure of taking the throne, Leona knows that you grew up in a different bubble than him, and that's why his more protective side would come out with you, even if he hides it by saying "it's nothing."

FLOYD LEECH

"Eeehhh? The little shrimpy is asleep?" Your body subtly tensed at the sound of Floyd's voice; unfortunately, you couldn't discern where he was in the room because his footsteps were irritatingly muffled. Taking a nap on the couch at the Mostro Lounge after a tiring part-time shift meant you were vulnerable to his shenanigans, and you could only rest your trust on the courtesy of any divine intervention if he didn't have anything too mischievous planned.

"Too bad I can't play with you." Well, too bad I don't want to play with you either! You thought, eyes closing firmly. There was a heavy weight on the couch you couldn't pinpoint. Was it his knee pressing down on the cushion next to your body? What the hell is he doing? You can feel cold sweat building up on your back as you try to subtly shift away from him, as if you were just adjusting your position for comfort.

Floyd, on the other hand, is towering downwards to your level and just casually staring at your 'sleeping' form. He was not doing anything suspicious yet. Just blankly hovering while his hand struggled to make its move, whether to touch you or not.

"You worked too hard, huh?" Floyd whispered. His genuine concern had your body tensed up even more, unsure of how to respond. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, making your heart race with uncertainty. Then your body slightly flinched at the contact of his hand sweeping over your hair, carefully setting aside the stubborn strands that had fallen across your face. "Should've taken a break sooner," he murmured softly, comfortably placing his hand over your elbow and giving it a little squeeze. "I'll ask Azul to minimize your workload for the next few days."

With careful consideration, he lifted his weight off the couch, leaving you to process his unexpected kindness. His lanky hand ruffled your hair affectionately and spoke for the last time before he turned to leave the lounge. "I know you're awake, but I'll let you rest for now." Your heart spiked for getting caught red-handed pretending to be asleep, but you continued to play the act, keeping your eyes closed and your breathing steady until you heard him chuckle behind you. "Cute," he whispered, and then he walked away.

TREY CLOVER

"Ah, our little troublemaker finally rested, huh?" The smoothness of Trey's voice disrupted your chance to sleep further, now fully awake and aware of his presence. Damn you, Trey! You were in the Heartslabyul living room, 'resting' on a two-seater crimson Victorian-style sofa after hours spent causing youthful mischief with the other two infamous troublemakers, Ace and Deuce. Because you were so worn out, you didn't retreat back to your assigned quarters, as your feet were too stubborn to carry you any further.

So now you're just lying there like a bad actor in a melodrama, pretending to be asleep… You felt the careful, deliberate footsteps approaching you until you could feel the weight of Trey's presence in front of you, which caused your body to tense up in anticipation of his next move. Knowing Trey, he can be a bit unpredictable despite keeping himself an open book to those who know him well. "It's a shame that you're asleep..." he whispered, now crouching down to your level and twirling a stray lock of your hair around his finger.

"Who's going to eat the donuts I prepared specifically for you, hmm?" he added, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watched you squirm at the sweet temptation that he was dangling in front of you. He brought the lock of hair to his lips, inhaling its scent before gently placing it back behind your ear. "Maybe I'll give it to Ace and Deuce, considering both of them are still in high spirits," he teased, gently rubbing your tensed arm in an up and down motion.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle upon noticing your puckered forehead in disagreement, a possible indication that you don't want him to give the sweet treats to anyone else but you. "You're adorable," he said, his eyes through his glasses fondly gazing at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I'll save them for you, don't worry," he reassured, his hand now resting on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "After all, you're the only one who has the privilege to enjoy my baked goods without asking."