Romano x Reader - The Only Exception (Request)
You were walking alone to school, like usual and everyone snickered at you. The goth freak that always was the outsider. Your reasoning was because when you were 5, your parents had a divorce and you promised to never love anyone ever so your heart won't ever be broken like your dad's. You took your seat in class and so you read your favorite book, (favorite book), and a boy walked in. You looked up and he waved to you but you looked away immediately because you didn't want him to come over.
"Why are you avoiding me eyes, bella?" The boy asked, you jumped from your seat from fear. Everyone laughed at you, you walked out of the classroom to go to the bathroom.
"Hey! Whats your deal?!" I yelled to everyone in the classroom, they students went slient. They never thought that I had feelings for ________. Your friends, Antonio, took your shoulder and turned you around.
"Me amigo, ______ has excluded from the student body. Every guy
You watched him like a hawk out of the corner of your eye. Every move he made captivated you in their own little odd ways. You loved the way he walked. Head up, shoulders back, spine straight, tough and proud. He always walked with the same pace, like a soldier. It was like he had been doing it his whole life. His movements were swift and fluid. One after the other, like a well oiled machine. He opened the locker. He took the books out, one by one, and put them in his bag. His arm moved in the exact same way every time. He shut the locker. A single strand of his beautiful slicked back blond hair fell out of place. He raised his hand and tucked it gently back into place. And then, for a fleeting moment, his gorgeous, piercing blue eyes locked with your (e/c) ones. You looked away.
He was amazing in every sense of the word. You loved every single thing about him, but at the same time, you were terrified of him. He was so intimidating, and you were so invisible. He was so big, and you were so small. He was so strong, and you were so weak. He was so brave, and you were so shy. He was Ludwig Beilschmidt, and you were just another girl. He would be a great leader someday, and you would never amount to anything. How could someone like him ever notice someone like you?
You opened your own locker and started putting your books into your bag. You closed your locker, turned around, and began zipping your bag up. As you did so, you suddenly collided with something, or rather, someone, and fell to the ground. When you looked up to see who you had crashed into, you gasped in shock when you realized that it was him. He was looking down at you, and his usual stone-faced expression was replaced with a slight look of worry.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry... I didn't mean to... I should've watched where I was going," you stuttered nervously, refusing to meet his eyes.
"No, no, it vas my fault. I'm sorry," he dismissed quickly, extending a hand to you. At first, you flinched, but then, timidly, you took his hand, and he hoisted you to your feet with no trouble at all. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thank you," you stated hurriedly. Without another word, you took off like a shot and ran home.
Ludwig watched as the beautiful (h/c) haired girl ran away from him. Again. Maybe it was just a coincidence, or just his imagination, but it seemed like whenever he got close enough to speak to her, she'd walk the other way. Today had been the closest he'd ever been to an actual conversation with her. It may have even been the first time he'd ever spoken to her at all. He didn't even know her name.
He sighed, knowing he'd just blown his chance again. For the better part of the school year, he'd been trying to get a chance to talk to her. She was new. This had been her first year at this school, and for some reason, he was curious about her. Maybe it was the way she looked. Her (h/l), (wavy/straight/curly), (h/c) hair and her (e/c) eyes were unlike anything he'd ever seen. She was beautiful. Or maybe it was because she reminded him of himself. She always looked so alone, and she almost never smiled. She was so quiet, and she never talked to the other students if she could help it. He'd known that feeling, once. It was a shame that she had to feel it, too.
Whatever the reason, he liked her. He was curious about her. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to talk to her, and let her know that she didn't have to be alone. Unfortunately, as mentioned before, every time he approached her, she'd walk away. It was almost as if she were avoiding him; as if she were afraid of him. He hated that feeling. But how could he tell her that she shouldn't be afraid if he couldn't even talk to her?
As the girl ran away, a notebook fell out of her slightly unzipped backpack. It landed and fell open on the tiled school floor. He ran to it and picked it up, not bothering to close it. He ran after the girl in an attempt to return the lost item to her. “Hey, vait a second! You dropped your…” He turned the corner and she was gone without a trace. “… Notebook…”
Sighing, he held the notebook up and examined it. The page it had fallen open on was riddled with doodles and sketches of different types of flowers, and there was a lot of writing on it. Intrigued and unable to help himself, Ludwig began to read what had been written in the notebook.
Date: (Yesterday’s date)
Time: 6:56 PM
Another day has passed and I still haven’t gotten any closer to fitting in at my new school. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll EVER really fit in, or if I’ll just be an outcast all my life. It was bad enough at my old school, but at least I had friends there. I’ve tried contacting my old friends at least a million times already, but they never respond. They’ve probably forgotten all about me by now, just like everyone else.
Mom keeps telling me that I need to suck it up and come out of my shell more often. She says it’s not healthy for me to be hunched up in my room all by myself all the time. She says I’m gonna turn into a hermit one of these days. She doesn’t understand how hard it is for me to come out of my shell, though. After the way all the kids used to tease me in my old school… What if they start teasing me here, too?
Ludwig slammed the book shut and he began to feel extremely guilty as he realized what it was. This was her diary. He’d just invaded so much of her personal space. True, he hadn’t meant to, but still. That book was a private thing. She probably didn’t want anyone snooping around in it, especially not him. But it wasn’t just because he’d read through her personal business that he felt bad. There was something else that made him feel ten times worse.
She really was afraid of him. Of everyone, really. She was so lonely because she was afraid that if she opened herself up, she’d get rejected. She thought they’d tease her and make fun of her. She thought she was an outcast. She thought that she was doomed to be lonely forever. She thought that no one understood her. But he did. He understood her. He’d felt just like that, once. If only I could tell her that I understand… he thought, but he was so much bigger than she was. He knew that he must be intimidating from her point of view. How could he get her to trust him?
By not reading her diary, for starters, he thought, taking one last look at the cover of the (fav/color) notebook before tucking it under his arm and walking towards the exit of the school. The notebook had a name on it. (First name) (Last name). “Hm…” Ludwig said aloud. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Now that I know what it is, I can get her attention. I’ll give this back to her tomorrow, he thought.
The walk home was not particularly exciting. Fortunately, it wasn’t very long, either. It would’ve been faster to take the bus, but Ludwig hated the bus. It was so loud and disgusting in there, and to him, taking the bus home was the lazy way out. Besides, he would rather take a walk anyways. He enjoyed the fresh air, and walking/running helped him get stronger. It was a win-win, and taking the bus was a lose-lose.
When he reached his house, he took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed it open, walked inside, and then closed it. He walked to the living room, which was connected to the kitchen, only divided by a high granite counter, and sighed. It was a mess. He hated messes. Everything always had to be in perfect order; put back in its proper place, or it would make him really stressed. He threw (Name)’s notebook haphazardly onto the counter, put his backpack on the dining table, and began cleaning the house.
Fifteen minutes later, he’d almost finished with the living room, when the front door opened again. Ludwig turned his head to see his older brother, Gilbert, entering the house. “Ohh Ludviiig! I’m hooome!” he shouted in a sing-song voice, entering the living room and throwing his backpack onto the couch. Ludwig grunted in annoyance before finishing the last few things in the living room and moving onto the kitchen. “So, how vas school today?” Gilbert asked, following his brother into the kitchen.
“Fine,” Ludwig replied, starting on the small pile of dishes that was in the sink. Gilbert watched him for a few seconds, but then his eyes darted to the (fav/color) notebook that was sitting on the counter. He walked over to it and looked at it.
“Heeey, vhat’s zhis?” he asked curiously, picking it up an examining the cover, his crimson eyes filling with interest.
“Nozhing, it’s nozhing. Put it down,” Ludwig ordered. Of course, Gilbert didn’t listen. He opened it up and started flipping through the pages. His eyes scanned through them avidly, a broad grin growing on his face. He began laughing with his signature laugh.
“Kesesese! Vhat do you mean nozhing? Zhis is some frau’s diary! I bet zhere’s a lot of good gossip in here!” Gilbert shouted, continuing to read through the notebook.
“I said put it down!” Ludwig yelled, turning off the faucet and snatching the notebook from his brother. Sometimes, Ludwig found it hard to believe that Gilbert was really the eldest between the two of them. He ran to his room and hid the notebook in a box of other things he didn’t want his brother finding.
“Jeez, no need to get so vorked up about it! Vizh zhe vay you vere acting, I’d say you had a crush on zhat girl!” Gilbert teased as Ludwig reentered the room and sat down on the black leather couch.
“Of course I don’t. Zhat’s absurd,” Ludwig lied. He hoped his cheeks weren’t going red.
“Oh, right, I forgot. You couldn’t possibly have a crush on zhat (Name) person because Feliciano is your boyfriend,” Gilbert teased. This time, Ludwig knew he was blushing.
“Shut up,” he grunted. He hated it when Gilbert teased him like that.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I vas just kidding. You know I just like to mess around vizh mein awesome bruder!” Gilbert shouted, sitting down on the couch next to Ludwig and wrapping his arm around his brother’s broad shoulders.
“Yeah? Vell don’t do it anymore. It ticks me off,” Ludwig spat, pushing Gilbert away from him and getting off of the couch. He entered the kitchen again and finished the cleaning.
You didn’t realize until you were already home that your diary was missing. When you did realize it, you started to have a major panic attack. That notebook was your entire life. Literally. You wrote everything down in it. All of your dreams, your problems, your wishes, your goals, your ideas, practically every second of your life. If someone got their hands on it and started reading it, your life would be over. You wrote things in there that you would never tell anyone. That book was like the key to your mind. Whoever had it would be able to single-handedly ruin your life and you would never be able to recover.
“Where is it!?” you screamed, on the verge of tears, tearing your room apart trying to find it. You were only lying to yourself. You never went anywhere without it, and your backpack was partially unzipped when you had gotten home. It fell out in the school and there was nothing you could do about it. You’d just have to get it when you went back tomorrow. That is, if someone else hadn’t found it already.
A horrible thought flashed through your mind. What if he has it?? Oh God, then your life would really be over. If it fell out while you were running from him and he picked it up and decided to start reading it… You were sure you had written his name at least a billion times. You had drawn sketches of him and talked about him all the time, and how much you liked him but also how scared you were of him. All of your thoughts and feelings were written down in that notebook and if he looked at it… You. Were. Screwed.
You let out a yell of frustration and slumped to the floor with your back against the wall. You held your face in your hands as tears poured from your (e/c) eyes. Your mother chose that moment to walk into your room. “Hey, (Name), what is with all that screaming?? What happened??” she asked worriedly, running over to you and kneeling next to you.
“I-I l-lost my diary a-at school…” you muttered. Your mother sighed.
“Oh honestly (Name), it’s nothing to get so worked up about. You’ll get it back. It’s not the end of the world,” she reassured. She doesn’t understand… No one does… you thought. “If it really bothers you that much, why don’t I go call the school right now and ask them if they can find it? Some of the teachers will still be there and so will the janitor. They’ll find it, and you can go get it back tomorrow. If you want, you can go get it back today,” your mother offered.
“Would you please do that?” you asked, looking up at her and wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Of course,” your mother replied. Then, she stood up, and walked downstairs. You followed her. She grabbed the phone off of the kitchen counter, dialed the school’s number, and waited. You waited in the living room while your mother talked to whoever had answered the phone. A few minutes later, your mother came and sat down next to you on the couch.
“(Mr/Mrs.) (Principal’s name) said that (he/she) told everyone to keep an eye out for it. They’ll call me back when they find it,” she informed.
“Thanks, Mom,” you said quietly. It wasn’t good enough though. You needed to know that your diary was safe, and you needed to know it now.
“What would you like for dinner?” your mom asked, trying to cheer you up.
“Nothing… I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed,” you informed. Without another word, you stood up and went upstairs to your room.
~*Timeskip to the next day*~
The principal never called your mother back last night. They still hadn’t found your diary, and you doubted that they ever would. Yup, he has it. He has it, and he read it, and now my life is ruined and I… your thoughts had been along those lines all morning long. You had barely managed to get ready and catch the bus in time, you were so distracted. Trying to make it through the halls of school and to your locker while trying to hold back frustrated tears was even harder.
When you finally arrived at your locker, a slight ray of hope penetrated the wall of doubt that had been built around your mind. What if you had just left your diary in your locker by accident? What if you had been worrying for nothing? What if you opened the locker, and it was sitting right there, just waiting for you to take it and write in it once again? Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes tightly and opened your locker. Slowly, you opened your eyes again, but the locker was empty. You sighed, disappointed, and began putting some of your books into your locker.
As you were doing so, you suddenly heard a deep and somewhat gruff voice from behind you. You gasped when you realized who it was, and what they were saying. “Excuse me, (Name)?” the voice asked. Slowly, you turned around, and your thoughts had been confirmed. The person who was talking to you was none other than Ludwig. And he knew your name.
“Y-yes…?” you asked nervously, facing the strong boy. His expression was a little softer than usual. A little.
“You dropped zhis vhen you ran avay yesterday, after you bumped into me. I picked it up so zhat nobody else vould and I vanted to give it back to you,” he stated, extending his arm to you. In his hand, he was holding your (fav/color) notebook. Your diary. You took it eagerly and held it close to your chest. You looked at him, your (h/c) eyes showing a mixture of fear and pure joy.
“Th-thank you so much… I’ve been looking everywhere for this… But um… D-did you… L-l-l…” You trailed off.
“Did I look in it?” he finished for you. You nodded. “Nein. I knew you probably vouldn’t be very happy if I did,” he replied, and you mentally breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Thank you…” you muttered again. Then the bell rang. “I-I guess I should get going… Um… Thank you, again. Goodbye,” you said hurriedly. Then, you turned and ran off towards your homeroom.
Throughout the whole rest of the morning, you still couldn’t focus properly. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. Ludwig Beilschmidt, of all people, had found your diary. He’d picked it up. He’d held it firmly in his iron grip. He’d told you that he hadn’t wanted anyone else to get it. He’d returned it to you, and he hadn’t looked inside of it. He’d talked to you. He’d directly interacted with you of his own free will. He’d known your name. How was that even possible?
However it had happened, you weren’t going to question it. You had just had an actual half-conversation with your crush, and it had been much less awkward than you had thought it would be. You had felt like you were in Heaven. You wondered how you even managed to keep yourself together. You could still hardly believe it, but you had loved it, and you hoped that you’d be able to work up enough courage to talk to him again sometime soon.
Little did (Name) or Ludwig know that they were being watched. Someone was following them and watching their every move. Someone had a hunch that Ludwig liked (Name), and that (Name) liked Ludwig, and they wanted proof. As far as this person was concerned, that small little scene between the two was proof as good as it gets. The person who was watching them was none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Gilbert had known that something was up with his little brother from the moment he had snatched the diary from him the other day. Usually, Ludwig didn’t care if Gilbert flirted with girls or got up in peoples’ personal business. He’d just ignore it. But last night, he’d been protective of that diary like it was something precious to him. Gilbert could read his brother like an open book. Yep, he definitely liked that little lady.
Gilbert also knew that this little lady had a thing for his brother. In the pages that he had skimmed through of her diary, he’d seen the name “Ludwig” appear so many times that he probably couldn’t have counted them if he tried. There were sketches of him too. Words like “amazing” and “beautiful” and “handsome” and “intimidating” had usually accompanied the use of his brother’s name, and that girl had been blushing the whole time Ludwig was talking to her. Yep, she was smitten, too.
There was just one problem with this little romance. It was so awkward between them. Even from where Gilbert was hiding around the corner, to the point where he could barely hear them speaking, he could sense the awkwardness. She was such a tiny thing compared to his brother. In her diary, she’d mentioned several times how amazing but also terrifying Ludwig was to her. She thought that he could never notice someone pathetic like her, and was afraid of what might happen if he did. And poor Ludwig had no idea that the girl was afraid of him. He just knew that she ran away whenever he got close enough to speak to her. Plus, in all honesty, Ludwig was not exactly what you would call a relationship expert. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Gilbert couldn’t let this continue. He knew he had to do something. His little brother was desperately in love with a shy little girl and through all the awkwardness, he had no way of expressing it. This was unacceptable. Gilbert knew that Ludwig would be miserable until the awkwardness between him and the girl he adored was broken. If his awesome little brother wanted a girlfriend, then that was exactly what he was going to get, and he had the perfect plan to make sure it happened.
~*Timeskip to Lunch*~
Gilbert scanned the cafeteria for four specific people. His two best friends, his brother, and his brother’s crush. He found the girl sitting alone at a table in the corner of the room. He watched her. She would occasionally glance in a specific direction. He followed her glance and found Ludwig. He was sitting with his best friends, Feliciano and Kiku, and Feliciano’s brother Lovino. He kept glancing back at (Name). His two best friends, Antonio and Francis, were eagerly waving him over to their table in the middle of the room. Gilbert grinned widely and ran over to the table.
“Hey, Gil! We were wondering where you were! We were getting lonely over here all by ourselves!” Antonio cheered as Gilbert sat down.
“Oui, it was very lonely without you. We noticed you kept glancing at that girl in the corner over there. Does our little friend fancy the mysterious lady?” Francis asked playfully.
“Vhat!? Of course not! But I know somevone who does!” Gilbert replied excitedly.
“Ooh, really? Who is it?” Antonio asked curiously.
“You guys really wanna know?” Gilbert asked, leaning closer to the table. The other two followed his lead. They both nodded. “Alright… It’s mein awesome bruder!” he whispered.
“Ooh!” the other boys cheered in unison.
“Onhonhon, I knew the day would come when Ludwig would find someone special. It’s about time too. He needs someone to help him relax,” Francis cooed.
“He made a good choice too. She’s muy bonita,” Antonio stated. He and Francis looked back at the girl. She was looking at Ludwig again. “Seems like she’s got her eye on your brother as well. Que linda,” Antonio remarked, smirking.
“Ja, but zhere’s a problem, and I need you guys to help me fix it,” Gilbert announced, pounding his fist on the table.
“What is it?” Francis asked.
“It’s so awkward between zhem! I can’t stand it! I mean, look at her! She’s all hiding in a corner over zhere, she’s zhe new girl, and she’s so shy! She likes Ludvig, but at zhe same time, I know she’s afraid of him. Every time he goes to talk to her, she valks zhe ozher vay! And I’m afraid zhat if Ludvig does ever talk to her, he’ll say somezhing zhat’ll scare her even more! You know how terrible he is vizh talking to girls! You guys have to help me get zhem togezher and stop being awkward around each ozher!” Gilbert explained, slightly annoyed.
“That’s no good! Of course we’ll help you, amigo!” Antonio declared determinedly.
“Just tell us what we need to do,” Francis said.
“Alright, I’ve got a plan, but it’s going to take a lot of vork. Ve have to get zhem to interact vizh each ozher as much as possible, but first, ve have to break zhe ice,” Gilbert reasoned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“How do we do that?” Antonio asked.
“Simple. Ve’re going to let Luddy play zhe hero! Listen, vhat ve’re going to do is, ve’re going to pull a prank on zhe girl. Only, vhen I get home, I’m gonna tell Ludvig about it. He von’t vant her to get hurt, so I know he’ll save her! Zhen, she vill know zhat he’s not so scary and zhat he vill look out for her!” Gilbert explained excitedly.
“It’s a good plan, but what kinda prank are we gonna pull?” Antonio inquired.
“Ve’ll do zhat classic 'bucket of vater in zhe doorframe' prank! Here’s how ve’ll do it; Ve have a substitute teacher in science class tomorrow. It’ll be easiest to do it in science. (Name), the girl, is usually late for science anyvays. I’ll set zhe prank up once everyone except Ludvig and (Name) are in zhe classroom, and you guys vill distract zhe teacher until zhe prank is done! You guys could probably start a fight vizh Lovino. But don’t tell him. Zhat vay, it von’t look fake. Good plan?” Gilbert asked.
“Si, it’s a good plan, but won’t we get in trouble?” Antonio asked.
“Ohh, Toni! Getting in trouble is only a small price to pay if we’re helping someone find true love, no?” Francis mused.
"Si, you're right. What's a little detention if it means Ludwig and the chica get to be happy?" Antonio agreed, smiling.
"So, we are doing this tomorrow?" Francis asked.
"Ja," Gilbert replied. The three boys smiled at each other and laughed.
~*Timeskip to after school*~
When Ludwig got home, Gilbert was already there. He was sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop, and when he noticed Ludwig coming in, he suddenly started laughing hysterically. Whether it was a coincidence or not, Ludwig didn't know. He only knew that it was annoying.
"Kesesese! Ooh zhis is too perfect! Mein Gott, zhis is fantastic! Ohh, hey Luddy!" he shouted. He looked as if he was on the verge of tears. Ludwig grunted in response. "Kesesese! Oh, vhy didn't ve zhink of zhis before!? Mein Gott, mein awesome friends and I are geniuses! Kesesese!" Gilbert gloated. Ludwig rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch.
"You're not going to shut up until I ask you vhat you're laughing about, are you?" he asked, annoyed.
"Do you really vant to know?" Gilbert asked.
"Not really," Ludwig replied.
"Zhen I don't have to tell you! But oh (Name), she'll never see it coming! Kesesese!" Gilbert shouted, pounding his fists on the table. At the mention of his crush's name, Ludwig's head did a full one-hundred-eighty degree turn and he stared intently at his older brother. Whatever he was planning, it couldn't be good.
"Vhat about (Name)?" Ludwig demanded.
"I zhought you didn't vant to know," Gilbert remarked.
"I changed my mind," Ludwig stated sternly.
"Vell, alright, but if I tell you, you have to promise zhat you von't tell anyvone, understand?" Gilbert ordered solemnly. Now Ludwig was positive that Gilbert was up to no good.
"Vhat happens if I tell somevone?" Ludwig asked defiantly.
"You don't vant to know. I have a lot of vays to embarrass you, Luddy. Don't test me," Gilbert declared darkly. Ludwig sighed. His brother was right. But he had to know what Gilbert was planning.
"Fine, I swear I von't tell anyvone. Vhat are you planning?" Ludwig questioned.
"Vell, mein awesome friends and I are gonna pull a prank on (Name) in Science class tomorrow! Ve're gonna put a bucket of vater in zhe doorvay, and vhen she opens zhe door to get into class, it'll fall on her head! Kesesese!" Gilbert announced, and Ludwig's heart skipped a beat.
He couldn't believe it. His own brother was going to treat (Name) like the freak she thought she was. He was going to pull a mean prank on her for no reason at all. She was already feeling lonely enough as it was. If she was embarrassed in front of the whole class... What would happen then? And if she knew that Gilbert had pulled the prank, and she knew that he was Gilbert's brother, then she would hate him, and he'd never have a chance with her.
"Vhy vould you do zhat to such a poor girl!? She's never done anyzhing to you! Vhat has she done to deserve zhat?" Ludwig demanded angrily.
"Jeez, relax, man! It's just a stupid prank. She's zhe easiest victim. She's new. She doesn't know her vay around yet," Gilbert reasoned.
"So just because she's veak, zhat means she's vorzhless?" Ludwig asked, and inside, he felt guilty, because once, his answer to that question would've been 'yes'. "I can't let you go zhrough vizh zhis, you know," he stated.
"You promised you vouldn't tell anyvone! Don't make me embarrass you, too," Gilbert warned. Ludwig growled in anger.
"Vhatever. Pull your stupid prank. Even if I don't tell anyvone, it isn't going to vork," Ludwig said angrily before getting off of the couch and storming to his room. So what if he couldn't warn (Name)? There were other ways of saving her... It would just mean he'd have to embarrass himself.
Time: 9:55 PM
It’s so wonderful to be able to write in this notebook again. It feels like it’s been forever since I have. I was so stressed out yesterday when I couldn’t find it. I thought my life was over. But then something special happened. Something terrifying and amazing and wonderful and unbelievable all at the same time. You’ll never guess but, Ludwig had it the whole time! You see, the notebook fell out of my backpack yesterday when I was running away from him. I bumped into him and I thought he’d be angry with me, so I tried to get away as quick as possible and I didn’t zip my backpack up properly, so the notebook fell out.
Last night, I was so scared when I thought that he had it. It was a logical explanation, and I thought that if he found it, he would read it, and then he’d treat me like a freak because I like him so much. But when he gave it back to me today, he told me that he hadn’t read it, and he told me that he had picked it up because he hadn’t wanted anyone else to. He just came up and gave it to me, and he knew my name. He said my name. Can you believe that!?
I was so scared when he called my name. It was like receiving the Death Sentence. I was terrified, and so nervous, but at the same time, I loved it. I loved talking to him. Hearing his voice. Knowing that he was speaking to me, and that he was looking out for me. I hope that I can get enough courage to speak to him again. It’s such an amazing feeling, and… I don’t think he’d mind if I spoke to him more often.
He was different than normal when he was talking to me. His expression and his voice were softer than usual. He seemed kind of nervous too, like a shy boy when they’re trying to talk to a girl. And all throughout the rest of the day, he kept looking at me. Sometimes, I’d look at him just to see if he was still looking at me, and our eyes would meet, and he wouldn’t move. But then I’d get scared and look away. Still, why was he looking at me? I don’t understand… How could he possibly want anything to do with a girl like me?
If I can work up the courage to talk to him again, or if he comes to talk to me again, then maybe I can ask him… Maybe we can properly introduce ourselves… Maybe we can be friends, or hang out, or something. I know it’s farfetched, but it’s worth a shot, right? I guess we’ll just see tomorrow.
You finished writing and then closed your pen and your notebook. You set both of them on your nightstand, reached over, turned off the lamp, and snuggled under your comforter. The whole night, you dreamed of ways of working up the courage to speak to Ludwig again.
Romano x Reader
The Purple Butterfly
Well, it's Romano. What do you expect?
Her (h/l)(h/c) hair was blowing in the wind. They look like beautiful strands of shiny silk. And that dress.. It was white, with black lace embroidered on the rims of the short sleeves. The grass danced along with the wind. Her (e/c) orbs were twinkling. She's smiling.. Oh God, she is so beautif--
WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!
I mentally slapped myself. ______ was the only girl kind enough to want to be my friend. ROMANO, the tsundere extraordinaire. Why the fuck would I want to ruin this amazing friendship for some cheesy love-relationship?! N-not that I want one. Do I..?
"..Romano!" I shook my head, interrupting my thoughts. "What?!" I responded quite gruffly. ______ pouted. "I called your name over and over, and you wouldn't snap out of whatever you're thinking about!" Then I blushed like Spain Bastard's tomatoes.
That's because I was thinking about you.
She sighed. Then she grinned and locked her eyes with mine. "Well, I can forgive you this time. Anyway, how do you like this place?"
We were on a hill. I was sitting under a gigantic tree shade. ______ preferred being out in the sun. Hearing her question, I examined the landscape. I saw butterflies all over the place, and flowers on the green patches of grass. Then I saw ______ flawlessly smiling at me.
"Er, it's beautiful, I-I guess.." I turn away from her gaze, trying to hide my growing blush. She just laughed and danced around the place, spinning around, and picked flowers to throw at me. Of course, I retaliated by picking some of the many flowers and threw them in her face.
"Oh, it's on!" She laughed.
So, an hour of flower throwing and laughing passed, and we were both exhausted. We fell on the grass. She was on my left side. She sat up and laughed. "Good game." She panted, smiling at me. "Whatever." I wheeze, trying to sit up too.
All of a sudden, she had this look on her face that shouted surprise. "Wh-what?!" I scream. She put her index finger on my lips. "B-butterfly.. Your right shoulder!" She whispered. Blushing, I check my shoulder. Sure enough, there was a purple butterfly on my shoulder. I gasp. It was very beautiful. The wings reflected the light like glass. It shone like diamonds.
"It's beautiful isn't it, Romano?" She excitedly says softly. I let out a sigh and hugged her. The sudden movement scared the butterfly away. "Romano!! What are you doing!! You scared the butterfly away.. And it was so pretty.." She struggled, trying to get away from my grip. "It isn't as beautiful as you." I said calmly. She stopped struggling, and I saw a pink color dust her pale cheeks.
I blush and kiss her. She tried to break the kiss a bit at first, but she eventually started to kiss back.
We both pull away after about two minutes of lip-locking, gasping for air. I leaned, placing my forehead on hers. "I love you, ______." She smiled, leaning forward a tad bit. Making not only our foreheads, but our noses touch. "I love you too, Romano." I just laugh. "I fucking bet I love you more!"
She smiled. "Way to ruin the moment, Romano!"