Sure, He’s My Enemy — But I’m Not About To Throw Hands With Him. Scary. Spoopy. -10/10 Would Do

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Pairing: Floyd x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: This is for @seajellyx for the Secret Santa Project held by @twstedsecretsanta. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy-fluff gift!

“Y/n.”

At the call of your name, the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of gasps and mummering. You stare up at the podium with your face permanently set into a look of utter shock, because there’s no way that your name was just called.

Right?

The last thing you remember before spacing out was that the Christmas Royalties were about to be announced.

It’s apparently a tradition here at NRC: a celebration that’s a combination of what is a prom back on Earth and Valentine’s Day, where the popularly voted Christmas Royalties will have the chance to confess to their crush after being crowned — or challenge their rivals to a fight, for the less romantically inclined.

You always thought it was a ridiculous tradition. Especially when the chances of rejection and embarrassing yourself is ever present.

You’d given a thought before as to who you would confess to — though you’d hope you’d never have to. There is always a chance considering you are pretty well-known amongst the student body, courtesy of your friends’ overblot incidences and your magicless status.

And, as if the Sevens are playing a cruel joke on you, the student who had been called up to the podium first had been none other than your very own crush, Floyd Leech.

You’d met Floyd after your string of bad luck had you paired up with him as an Alchemy lab partner for the year.

At first, you thought he would be a difficult person to work with. The idea formed itself out of your preconceived notion that he is the louder and more uncontrollable of the Leech twins, thus he would never get any actual schoolwork done.

You had only witnessed him spending his free time messing with other students — your friends included — outside of class, after all.

But you were pleasantly surprised when Floyd took the initiative to reach out to you first with an offer to help, especially when the homework load got heavier as the year went by. His assistance, of course, was exchanged for a couple tight squeezes — and heavily dependent on his unpredictable mood.

Sometimes, Floyd could also be a bit flirty. He’d given you cheeky winks every now and then, or you would catch him staring at you in the middle of class with an unfamiliar glint in his heterochromic orbs.

Yet you thought nothing of it.

It was predictable of you to end up developing a crush on the man. It was a reality that your friends encouraged you to confess with the hidden hope that Floyd’s squeezes will only be reserved for you from then on.

But you’d also threaten that you’d transfer over to RSA if Floyd ever found out the truth.

But now? Flyod’s answer to “who would you like to call out to the stage?” was your name.

It was then that you began to wonder if all those times he’d been so cheeky in the middle of class was because he actually like-likes you?

“Is y/n here?” Riddle inquires into the mic again.

“That’s you. Haul ass, pal,” your friend Ace whispers as he elbows your side to bring you back to reality.

“Ugh… right,” you groan as you slowly stand up and make your way towards the stage.

Your body jerks in surprise when the overhead spotlight nearly blinds you, the bright light following your path exactly until you’re finally standing right beside Floyd.

“Well, this is quite the surprise,” you finally comment, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at the taller man.

In typical Floyd fashion, the man reaches out and envelopes you in his arms. The squeeze he gives your body is much more gentle than normal. You manage to steal a glance at the man and return his wide smile with an amused one of your own.

“Shrimpyyyy,” Floyd coos before clearing his throat and speaking more clearly right by your ear, “sorry for doing this in such a public setting, but you wouldn’t pick up on any of the hints I’ve been giving you.”

“There isn’t much of a difference between the way you flirt and the way you treat your friends,” you chuckle, bending backwards slightly to properly look at Floyd’s face. From this close, you can see just how red his ears have gotten — and just how handsome he looks dressed so formally.

“You look marvelous, by the way. Not that you aren’t always,” Floyd compliments you as if he’d read your mind and wanted to beat you to the punch.

The cheesy words cause your cheeks to start burning up and earns more than an earful of aw’s from your briefly forgotten audience.

“Thank you, so do you— ugh,” you let out a short grunt when Floyd pulls you into another tight hug.

If anyone wanted to laugh at how silly you were making yourselves look, they didn’t. But if you weren’t busy trying not to suffocate in his arms, you’d have noticed how Floyd had thrown your audience a threatening look before they could even inhale.

“Thanks, Shrimpy,” Floyd finally takes a step back and squeezes your cheeks between his hands, tilting your head back so you’d meet his eyes. “How about a dance? I’m kind of tired of these people staring at us.”

Your lips curve up into a grateful smile as you nod, “sure.”

“I’m guessing you already know why you’re standing up here with me, but I do like you, Shrimpy. As more than a friend. I’d love to take you out on a date sometime soon.”

It’s as if those words unlocked a cage filled to the brim with butterflies. They flutter around in your stomach, leaving behind beautiful hues of reds, oranges, and yellows; warm colors that remind you of the beacon of sunshine that is Floyd Leech. You find it ironic, considering he’s from the sea.

You can’t hold back the grin that breaks into your face as you nod your head yes.

“Well, I’m glad you said something first because I like you too. Idiot,” you stubbornly admit with a playful roll of your eyes.

“That’s so cute! Congratulations!” Cater, who’d been standing and watching silently on the sidelines, suddenly yells.

With his lead, the rest of the student body begins to clap and the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of cheers. Floyd tugs on your hand gently, and you allow him to guide you down the stage and straight to the dance floor. Large clusters of students come along, with most of them throwing confetti over your heads.

You’ve never seen them so lively outside of a good Spelldrive Tournament.

It takes a few minutes for the high energy to settle down, but finally everyone begins to break off into their respective pairs or small groups of friends.

Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, taking the opportunity provided by the slow melody playing to pull you close to him.

“Hi, Shrimpy,” Floyd beams, any signs and feelings of shyness already washed away.

“Hey,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to sway together. “You sure know how to make a scene, huh?”

“I’m sorry, but you didn’t give me much of a choice. I thought I was being pretty obvious about it,” Floyd huffs, his lower lip jutting out into a pout.

“Well, I’m sorry too. For not noticing sooner,” you offer the man an apologetic smile.

Floyd hums for a moment before the mischievous glint is back in his eyes, “you can make it up to me somehow.”

“Didn’t I already agree to a date, sir?”

“But that’s different!” Floyd practically whines, and you’re surprised he’s not stomping his feet to match his tone.

You find him adorable, albeit a bit childish.

“I think I could get used to you being so cute,” you speak your thoughts aloud without meaning to. One of your hands moves to cover your mouth as you meet Floyd’s widened eyes. “I—I mean… what do you want?”

“How about…” Floyd pauses before his eyes travel up above your heads. You follow his gaze up to find multiple mistletoes dangling from the ceiling, “but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Wordlessly, you place your arm back around Floyd’s neck and gently pull him closer to you. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, just a breath away from your lips touching.

“You know it’s bad luck to not kiss under a mistletoe, right? We shouldn’t risk it.”

“No, we shouldn’t,” Floyd mutters before he makes the first move to close the distance between you two.

Your eyes flutter shut right as your lips meet in a chaste and brief kiss. You couldn’t even hear the sound of your friends cheering from the top of their lungs over how hard your heart was beating.

“Floyd, don’t forget about us forever!” one of the Octavinelle residents in the crowd yells dramatically once the two of you finally pull apart.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave. I’m sorry,” Floyd rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics, but doesn’t let go of your hands despite his apology.

“I’ll see you tomorrow anyways, don’t look so sad to go!”

“You’re right, but I’ll still kick their ass for interrupting our moment.”

You laugh and nod slowly, “I can get behind that.”

“That’s my Shrimpy,” Floyd grins before planting a quick kiss onto your cheek. He finally lets go of your hands and takes a few steps backwards towards his waiting friends, “maybe I’ll come find you again for another dance?”

“I’d love that. I’ll be waiting.”

A Secret Santa gift for @tingerines!

Summary: Leona and Jamil found out they had an error in their chosen person to give, and so they decided to work together to create you the gift.

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┏ ⋙ Secret Santas (Jamil x Reader x Leona) (not specified romantically or platonically, up to you) ┛

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“What the…” Leona squinted his eyes as he looked at the paper slip he held in his hands.

Because of the headmaster, the “Secret Santa” game was compulsory to all students and unfortunately if you got a name you did not know, you would have to spend weeks frantically going under cover. 

For Leona, this sounded like a nightmare. Regardless of who’s name, he’s got to prepare a gift for SOMEONE. That’s a lot of work he doesn’t want to get his paws hands dirty on. However, it seems that Leona had gotten a name that he didn’t mind. A name greater than Rook and Floyd (well, “obviously” he would say-).

Your name.

But what to get for you? What to get for you…

Walking away from the box of slips he begrudgingly lined at, he bumped into a student, his slip of paper flew out of his hand and swayed towards the ground with another slip of paper.

“Hey, Viper watch where you’re going,” the Savanaclaw dorm leader said with an irritated tone. Jamil just frowned, muttering a half-hearted apology as he reached down to grab his slip of paper.

“Hang on…” 

“What?” 

Jamil reached over to take the two slips of papers as he inspected them with a baffled look on his face. “Why do they both have Y/N’s name on it?” 

Leona squinted his emerald eyes, and sure enough, the slips of paper had your name written on both of them. “What the hell?” Leona took the two slips in disbelief as Jamil rolled his eyes.

“Listen, why not we take this to Headmaster Crowley? Some sorry student won’t have a gift because of one of us.”

“What if it’s an odd number of students?”

“You really want to risk that?”

“Why not? Come on, let’s just work on a gift together, no?” Leona smirked. Leona didn’t really care what the odds were. He just wanted to do less work AND still be able to get you a gift. That sly, sneaky, SMUG dusty cat really is such a pain that Jamil understood. However, he noted that if he did tell the headmaster, he’d risked the chances of not being your secret Santa. He sighed, as he averted his eyes away from the lion and crossed his arms with the same frown still present on his face.

“Fine.” He hated how Leona smirked, but whatever. He’ll get this over with and done, and on the way decide if he wanted to take the full credit or not.

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“Oh my sevens…” Jamil groaned as he turned to look at Leona with an annoyed look. Baking a log cake was something foreign to Jamil, and Leona was doing literally nothing to help him. Not even reading out the ingredients he required to use. “Are you gonna help?”

“Maybe,” Leona yawned. Jamil gritted his teeth, hand clutching onto the spatula even tighter as he stirred the sweet Christmas cake batter with bitterness.

Who does this guy think he is? You know what, I’m definitely taking all credit, it’s true I’m doing everything.

As Jamil continued stirring, he heard his senior yawned, grunting softly as he saw turned to see the lion stretch his stiff muscles and lazily dragged his feet over to the kitchen counter.

Leona blinked, as he looked towards Jamil who averted his eyes away from him with a frown. He turned his head towards the raspberries Jamil was supposed to cut laid on the chopping board untouched. Without saying a word, Leona grabbed a knife from the wooden holder, before swiftly slicing them.

“Hey! Wha-!”

“You needed to slice them up, right? Well, I’m doing it for you.”

Jamil stood baffled and dumbfounded as Leona nonchalantly cut up the raspberries. What a weird guy…

Leona peered over to Jamil once again, emerald eyes blankly looking at the vice dorm with a bored expression.

“…So, I heard from Kalim you’re going to spend Christmas over here.”

“What about it?”

“Don’t you have a sister? Don’t you wanna see her?”

“Well, Kalim’s family’s coming to NRC for a visit, and I need to be there to prepare.”

“Well that’s shit,” Leona bluntly replied.

“What’s your deal, seriously.” Jamil was just ticked off by this point, as this man in front of him was giving him so many mixed signals that he doesn’t understand.

“Listen, you should probably tell Kalim you’d rather go be with your family right now. Besides, he’s someone with plenty of servants, right? Just go be with em.”

“And why do you care?”

“I’m making sure you don’t regret being wasting your time and not being a big brother to your little sister.”

Jamil looked at Leona, the dicing of the raspberries being chopped up with the knife, the smooth, sharp and silver metal hitting the wooden board. 

“Listen, my brother most of the time never was available for Christmas since he’s too busy with his King duties. Whenever he does show up, he gets super disappointed when he can’t come see us, and his face…” Leona paused, “Well, I can clearly see regret written all over.”

“The situation’s getting better over the years, but listen, I’m not saying neglect your duties, but don’t forget to not neglect your family. Otherwise, your face would pucker worse than when you swallow a whole lemon.”

Jamil stared at Leona in awe. Just what in the Sevens-

The boy’s eyes faltered, eyelids half-lidded as he looked dazed and caught up in his moment of self-reflection.

He smirked. “You think my sister’s as thoughtful as you are? I never knew you as the little brother would care so much about your older brother?”

“Oh don’t push it, Mr. Bleeding Heart-”

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“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hm?”

You turned to see Leona yawning as he approached you, Jamil trailing behind. You blinked curiously at the pink cloth that seemed to wrap some kind of block, log even, as you smiled kindly.

“What’s up?”

“We’re your secret Santas. Don’t ask why you have two,” Leona bluntly replied, giving your gift which turned out to be a crudely frosted log cake, yet the decor of it were placed exquisitely with detail, as if fitting a puzzle piece to perfection.

“Hope you enjoy, Y/n,” Jamil politely smiled.

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Hey, sorry for the late gifting @tingerines but I was your secret santa! I’ve been away, out of town so wasn’t able to send your gift on Christmas like how I had originally planned to.

Hope you enjoy!

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