" WHOOPS, HE STOLE A KISS~ " ― VIL, ROOK, LEONA AND LILIA
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in which; how each of them would steal a kiss from you~
featuring; vil, rook, leona & lilia x separate fem reader
author's note; i wanted to add more, like jade and possibly malleus...but im too lazy 😔 THROW THE TOMATOES ITS OKAY I CAN TAKE IT no i can't. i might make another part with other characters when i have more motivation...maybe(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) these were written in my notes, so the grammer will def be ood. started this at three am ahahahah
content; sfw, established relationship, implied female reader, surprised kisses, suggestive themes (mostly in vil's part only cuz im in love with him), unedited writing, grammar mistakes, possibly ooc, teasing, fluff, imagine/scenarios, pardon my french ( literally ! )
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VIL SCHOENHEIT
you were brought to his dressing room for only a "quick moment" ― which, on your behalf, seemed reasonable. maybe he wanted to speak to you about costume? maybe the script? perhaps he just wanted to compliment you on your work.
and compliment he did, as the next thing you knew you were sitting against his vanity―back to the mirror, hands around the housewardens neck and his hands on your waist like they belonged there.
and according to vil? it's a match made in heaven.
it all happened too fast, you barely remember why he called you in here. one moment led to another, commenting about his makeup and asking you to blend it better―unbelievably foolish of him to think having you this close, in a private room, where your both already sweating due to the stage lights―was a smart move.
you get close to his face with a makeup brush, only getting a few strokes along his cheek in before his lips crash into yours, eyes widen and brush fallen to the floor with a loud thud―vil pushes you against his vanity and lifts you effortlessly ontop. hands respectively cup your ass to set you down comfortably before kissing you again.
it's not gentle, but it's not too rough either. somewhere in between, you couldn't quite put it into words. but you didn't need to, for vil's lips moved with yours as you wrap your arms instinctively around this neck.
with his hands on your waist, moments later he pulls away leaving you both breathless. staring into each other's eyes, you started to giggle.
you reach over to swipe your thumb against his lip, violet lipstick smudged.
"your makeup is ruined..." you pout playfully, cupping his cheeks as he readjusts his hold on you, a hand playing with the back of your hair. "hardly," he mused, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smirked, "you, my dear, look far more disheveled~"
ROOK HUNT
it was taught a long time ago walks with rook were never expected, something always seemed to turn it around and make it special. it's rook, it's bound to have happened. he compliments you, praises you, pictures multiple different scenarios in his mind which lighting looks better―but will not lie to himself, you look beautiful in any lighting!
your both walking along the pomefiore's garden peacefully, quiet and cozy. You smile at the beautiful flowers that bloomed, rook replying with "you bloom just has beautifully, mon trésor~" leaving you a flustered mess.
as the walk went on, you left watched―turning your head slightly from one of the bushes you are met with rooks eyes staring down yours. as if he's searching for something, was there something on your face?
"rook...why are you staring at me like that?"
the vice-housewarden simply chuckles, stepping past you to pick a rose from the garden, despite you nervous about the fact he picked a fresh flower from the pomefiore garden, your thoughts were flushed away when he suddenly pushed back your hair and gently placed the rose stem behind your hair. moving your hair back into place, he traces a gloved hand along your cheekbones and stares you in the eyes once more.
"there...comme c'est beau~ i was right ... the rose definitely matches your eyes~" he whispered against your skin, hands to your skin and his chest close to yours. if the garden wasn't empty, you would have definitely melted into a mushy puddle right then and there, but his touch held you together―like glue on middle schoolers art project.
before you could respond, his lips ghost against yours, "forgive me," he mummers, ",but i simply must appreciate a discovery this beautiful~ to its fullest."
your brain barely had time to process that sentence before his lips finally met yours. his gloved hand lingers at your jaw, lips soft against yours. it was rough, but warm and deliberate. your eyes shot open, a surprised squeak muffled against his lips as he pulled away moments later, panting softly as his lashes flutter back up at you. "your reaction," he said quietly, almost pleased with himself. "it's just how i imagined in my head, over and over~"
you blushed, "rook! you can't just―" he kissed you again, quicker and more playful this time. "you wish to argue?" he teases, getting closer to your face again, "mon trésor, do you wish i test my theory a second time?"
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
don't get me wrong, leona likes to hear the sound of your voice. he'd make it his alarm clock if he knew how to do that sort of thing―but that's not the point. the point is...it becomes too much. again, he doesn't hate it .. he just can't focus on your voice when he's trying to take a nap.
underclassmen? annoyed the hell out of him. ruggie? got his lunch order wrong due to being distracted by kalim or one of the freshmen who was also part of the conversation...for some reason. and you? no where to be seen for the whole day, causing him to be in a pissy mood.
he wanted to see you, but couldn't find you. so you know how he'll get...that's right... irritated. just at the fact your not there to be his pillow.
could he have just called you via phone or text? oh, trust me, he did. alas, your phone was on silent since this morning due to studying and sleeping during the night...which leads him to now.
your sitting on his stomach in the humbleness of his own dorm, sunlight peeking through the open spaces and the sheets messy and scrunched under the beastmen. at first, it was quiet. leona already half asleep, would be fully if it wasn't for you and suddenly starting up a conversation.
eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, your smile lines on display for him to adore as you ramble about sevens know what anymore. first it was a movie, then said actor is the movie...then school studies and now you're on about some new dish the mostro lounge announced a few days ago you wanted to check out with him.
"that sounds yummy, huh leona?"
"hm, oh yah..."
you glare at him, pouting to yourself. you just said it came with a side of vegetables...and he agreed? yah, he was barely paying attention.
you simply sigh, unaware of the flick of the princes' tail as you continued talking...and talking...and even more talking.
not even five minutes have gone by and something inside leona snapped.
he snatched your wrist, your eyes dart down with an arched brow. before you could question, leona's lips smash into yours. gently, cutting you off mid-sentence. your eyes widen, cheeks go pink and your body starts to heat up. the kiss wasn't long, just long enough to get your brain buffering so when he pulls back...your speechless.
fills his ego, look what you've done.
"you talk too much..." he states lazily, and honestly...you weren't even in the right mindset anymore to get angry. "kept going on about the same gross meal over and over again...started to actually taste it." oh...so he was listening...
he grins, arm reaching out to wrap around your hips and push you closer to him, "but hey...keep talking though," he rests his forehead against yours, "gives me another reason to shut you up again~"
LILIA VANROUGE
now, who doesn't like a good game of tag~ especially with your favorite fae of them all, lilia vanrouge! it starts with you being in a playful mood, poking at him, ticking his sides and running away quickly after, tugging at his hair tuggs while he's distracted―but we all know he was aware of your antics. this is post-general vanrouge we're talking about, you can't surprise him the way you want to.
which brings you to the present, sneaking down the halls of the diasomnia dorm, anticipating lilias footsteps running behind you at any moment. you look left and right, taking another step forward.
a pause...another step. until you walk normally down the hall, you only make it a few steps before a sudden weight drops itself on your back. you scrambled to forward, a shriek leaving your lungs as you whip around to find lilia staring at you upside down, a happy smile on his face as he laughs.
"fufu~ found you~" he mused, poking your nose as your eyes squint. "you're it! khee he he~"
"you cheated!" you accused the bat immediately, no hesitation.
lilia gasps dramatically, turning right side up as his heels click against the floors.
"me? a cheater?" he placed a hand over his chest, "my dear, i'm wounded!"
you crossed the arms, a small pout on your lips as you retort, "don't you pull that trick on me, you used magic to teleport behind me and find me easily! Also, you're flying!!"
"that is merely a creative strategy, my love~"
"don't baby name me, mister! you and i had a mutual agreement, no magic allowed, it would be a disadvantage for me!"
lilia leaned close, inches away from your face as you glared down at him. "you are quite adorable when your angry...like a little bat learning how to fly~ but never getting that far off the ground~ khee he he!"
your nose scrunched.
"i'm not―"
you didn't realize how close he was in your space, how could he possibly get closer? you blinked, arms still crossed but less tense as you arched a brow at him, "what are you planning?"
"hmm..." he hummed in thought, magenta eyes searching yours intensively, tilting his head as if studying you. you look very vulnerable, right now. Is what he would say if he was dumb enough to out right spoil the fun.
"don't you even try to puppy dog eyes me―"
you barely got your sentence through before lilia's lip met yours, tender and slow. pulling back with a sly smirk and a glimmer in his eyes, you blushed mad. you stared at him, not disgusted...but the audacity to attack you when your guard is down.
scandalous, even for a ex-general!! or...maybe it wasn't, when it comes to lilia.
"you looked so serious with your pouty lips, i thought you were about to combust. fufu~ safe to say, your right as rain, aren't you dear?"
your eyebrow twitched, "you―you can't just―"
mwah.
another kiss. quick. playful, this time.
"aha! there's that look again!" he teases, eyes dark with an evil, playful look when you hide your face in your hands, "your... impossible!" you groaned, voice muffled against your skin.
he merely chuckles at that, "and your reactions are quite entertaining...i might keep you like this for a while~" he kisses you again, fingers interlocking with yours as he dips you low while he levitates up.
you barely made to dinner that night.
end notes; these were gonna be shorter but i got carried away with lilia ahem
Though Yuu is magicless in the traditional sense of the word in Twisted Wonderland, what if Yuu just had a different kind of magic?
I present my idea of a Yuu who practices witchcraft ♡ just some thoughts I spit out, full fics on this concept x characters separately will be coming soon (starting with Diasomnia and Pomefiore.)
At first, no one would understand you at all. When you're handing them a halved orange with cloves planted all around the inside of it, they're looking at you like you're insane for thinking this would in any way "protect them."
But then, as many who become close to a witch will find, they'll quickly notice that their lives will suddenly start...drastically improving? Blessings in their daily lives, more luck than they've ever had before, they'll begin to feel their energy become lighter and they become much happier a lot of the time (especially when around you.)
The things you do may seem strange, but they work. Even down to the food you cook for them have some sort of real powers to heal or boost them up. And without a doubt, this goes beyond just being a "good cook." You genuinely have even managed to help Ace pass tests he hasn't bothered to study for after eating one of your "stews for success." Like, are you kidding me? How did you manage to turn rosemary and bay leaves into the key for not failing his classes? He definitely mocked you at first, but now you are officially his hero.
Deuce eventually got into it, and then some of the other first years caught wind. Now you're sitting there before every test feeding Ace, Deuce, Grim and Epel your soups to give them a guaranteed high score.
Sometimes people will gather to see how you cook and what you do to make it so special, intrigued by the words you speak into the food or how the way and direction in which you stir it has an impact.
And In my humble opinion, Pomefiore and Diasomnia members would especially be able to appreciate your version of magic.
Pomefiore is known for excelling in potionology, and I can imagine that someone who practices witchcraft would also do really well in this class. The members of Pomefiore would be amazed by you, because the things you create and put together are things maybe they haven't even thought of before. Using your knowledge on the magical properties in plants and crystals, maybe even using the moon or the sun to charge up your potions for added bonus effects. Its not quite as flashy, but they're intrigued none the less.
The only thing I could see being a struggle is how many things from your world do you still have here? In terms of plant species and etc. I can imagine you can learn the properties of the unfamiliar and new species in this world, but it may be frustrating. I'll elaborate on these thoughts more later.
But for now, onto Diasomnia. The dorm known for their exceptional magical abilities, with Malleus Draconia himself as housewarden. I think that they will appreciate your version of magic and even go as far as to brag to others about it. Hear me out.
Sebek is the character who does unfortunately doubt you at first, but once you sprinkle some of your magic in his day as he comes to slowly enjoy your presence, he will NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT YOU and yes, he starts bragging to everyone. If someone brings up the fact that you're magicless around him? They're gonna have serious regrets as he pushes them into a long lecture on what you're actually capable of.
And Malleus is both amused and genuinely touched by your use of magic towards him. He's already so powerful, no one else would dare to gift him the things that you do in order to "bless" him or protect him. You give him an oil you made filled with plant extracts and some obsidian chips in the bottom of the glass? He's treasuring it forever, wearing it everyday, and you will be having to make him many more. Like Sebek, smugly comes to your defense whenever someone tries to say youre magicless. Clearly they haven't met his child of man, who worked and studied harder than any of them for their magical abilities. (In his opinion.)
There's so much more I can say on this, I think that so many different characters would be curious on your version of witchcraft since it is so different from the witchcraft of their world. But I shall save more thoughts for the actual fics coming soon ♡ THANK YOU FOR READING sorry I haven't posted a ton recently, I've been so busy! But I'm about to be on a kinda lengthy break in like 2 weeks so 😭 you'll be seeing a wholeeeee lot of me soon. I'm gonna write so much twst content the next few months, you won't escape me. Beware.
Dividers by priestboy
Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.
an: repost of my old writings #4. IM FINALLY FREE FROM EXAMS😭💔💔 can’t wait to sleep through the whole holiday 😹✌🏽
Riddle Rosehearts
- Always "just happening" to walk you to class, because "you might forget the rules" (but really, he likes your company).
- Corrects your uniform if it's messy, adjusting your tie or straightening your collar without thinking.
- "You shouldn't skip your meal. Eat." He says this, as he slides a tart toward you during tea time, pretending it's not a big deal.
Ace Trappola
- Pretends he's only hanging out to "kill time" but always chooses the seat next to you. Every. single. time.
- Steals snacks for you from the cafeteria, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not sharing 'cause I like you or anything."
- If Riddle wouldn’t allow him to leave the dorm at night, he’d still sneak out as long as he gets to be with you in Ramshackle.
- Teases you a lot, but always jumps to defend you if someone else does. No one gets to tease you like that! Only he can.
Deuce Spade
- Always offers to walk you back to Ramshackle Dorm. "It's not safe, especially at night." (He uses that excuse almost everytime)
- Invites you to study together in library. (Another excuse to spend time with you) But Ace always joins in and smirks knowingly at Deuce.
- No matter how much he tries to resist his tough delinquent persona, he can’t hold himself back when he sees upperclassmen mistreating you. He genuinely hates seeing your sad face.
- Especially the way you fuss over him and his bruises after fight, makes it all worth it for him.
- Brings you small, random things you mentioned wanting days ago.
- Fumbles his words when you thank him, muttering, "It's nothing, really."
Trey Clover
- Makes sure your favorite dessert "just happens" to be at the kitchen when he's baking.
- Casually offers to help you carry heavy books and any heavy item. "Ah, no trouble at all, Y/N."
- Always pulls out a chair for you without realizing it's an old-fashioned gentleman move.
- Ruffles your hair while praising you with a soft smile.
Cater Diamond
- Sends you photos/posts of things that "reminded him of you" with casual captions.
- Always asks if you've eaten, and if not, he’s up to go to the cafe with you! Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’s his treat!
- Offers to take group selfies but adjusts the angle so you look best.
Leona Kingscholar
- Acts like he's just napping nearby, but moves so you have shade if it's sunny.
- Throws you an apple or snack with a lazy, "You looked hungry."
- Claims that "he doesn't give a shit" about your rambling, but his twitching ears give him away.
- Lets you sit in "his" spot without complaint, claiming he doesn't care.
Jack Howl
- Without saying anything, moves heavy obstacles out of your way.
- Offers you help out of genuine kindness because he enjoys seeing your smile.
- Always positions himself on the side closer to traffic or danger when walking with you.
- Brings you water if you're sweating after PE. "Hydrate."
Ruggie Bucchi
- Brings you leftovers from the kitchen. "They were gonna throw it out anyway, so why not?"
- Always checks if you're carrying too much, taking bags before you can refuse.
- Shares little gossip tidbits to make you laugh.
- Also tickles you when you're distracted just to see the blush on your face and smile.
Azul Ashengrotto
- "Accidentally" waives small fees for you at the Mostro Lounge.
- Always greets you by name when you walk in, even if he’s busy.
- Leaves a reserved table open for you without admitting it's intentional.
- He keeps a stash of your preferred tea or drink in the Mostro Lounge, "customer service," he says, but it's not on the menu.
- If you're cold, he offers his coat with a business-like air, but can't hide the small smile when you take it.
- Always remembers your schedule and "happens" to appear when you're walking alone.
Jade Leech
- Brings you rare tea blends "you might like" under the guise of customer service.
- Adjusts your cup placement so it's exactly within reach.
- Watches over you subtly, stepping in only when someone makes you uncomfortable.
- He brings you interesting little trinkets from his mushroom foraging trips, explaining each one with quiet enthusiasm.
- If he sees you working late, he appears with tea, claiming he brewed too much for himself.
- Always walks on the outside of the sidewalk, guiding you subtly without a word.
Floyd Leech
- Floyd's casual thing is "bumping into you" more often than should be possible, then dragging you along on whatever he's doing.
- Always calls you by a special nickname nobody else gets.
- Randomly hands you things. "It's shiny, it made me think of you."
- Drops by "just to see your face" but acts like it's on a whim.
- If someone's bothering you, Floyd "coincidentally" shows up and scares them off without mentioning it to you.
Kalim Al-Asim
- Kalim will bring you souvenirs from every little outing he takes, from colorful scarves to unusual sweets.
- If you so much as look at a food stall, he's buying something for you before you can protest.
- Waves to you first in a crowd, smiling like he just found the biggest treasure.
- Whenever he sees any item that resembles your eye color, he automatically smiles.
- Invites you to every group outing with infectious enthusiasm.
- Gives you gifts for no reason. "Saw this and thought you'd like it!"
Jamil Viper
- Jamil cooks "too much" and offers you a portion, but you know he made extra for you.
- Packs extra food "in case you didn't get lunch."
- Remembers your preferences without needing reminders.
- Subtly shields you from overly pushy people in a crowd.
- If you're busy, he'll quietly take care of small things for you, tidying your desk, refilling your water, without drawing attention to it.
- Walks you home after dark without making it a big deal, just matching your pace and talking casually.
Vil Schoenheit
- Vil will correct your posture or brush lint off your clothes without asking, muttering about “presentability."
- He sometimes "tests" new products on you, but chooses shades that make you look incredible.
- Keeps an eye on your health, subtly adjusting your diet or handing you vitamins like it's a casual conversation.
- Casually critiques your clothing style or posture, but for your own good.
- Pulls you out of bad lighting in photos so you look your best.
Epel Felmier
- Saves you a seat in class before anyone else can take it.
- Offers you apples and apple juice from his hometown, and explains to you how they're made.
- Brags to others about your skills when you're not around.
- He'll stand up for you if someone's rude, no hesitation, even if it's an upperclassman. (this boy does NOT play when it comes to you)
- Walks beside you without talking sometimes, simply feels comfortable in your presence.
Rook Hunt
- Leaves little notes or flowers at your door "from nature's bounty."
- Always greets you warmly, even from far away.
- Hovers close enough to step in if you need help, without being obvious.
- He'll spot you from across campus and wave like you're the only one there.
- Brings you flowers "he happened upon" that somehow perfectly match your outfit that day.
Idia Shroud
- Sends you game items or rare loot "because he had extras."
- Leaves you links to shows or music he thinks you'd like.
- Stays up late to help you finish homework over chat.
- If you're playing a game together, he gives you all the rare items without making a fuss.
- Notices when you're tired and messages you reminders to rest. "Not that I care, but, y'know... don't pass out or something."
Malleus Draconia
- Malleus shows up during your evening walks, claiming he enjoys the weather. He always matches your pace perfectly.
- Visits often under the pretense of "checking on the gargoyles."
- Listens to you intently, remembering every word that is falling from your lips.
- Talks about you a lot to his family members without even realising it. Sebek is stunned beyond the words, Silver is silent while Lilia is mischievously grinning.
- Brings you rare flowers from Briar Valley “because they reminded me of you."
- Casts subtle protective spells on you without telling you, just in case.
Silver
- Silver will give you his seat without a thought if the room is full.
- Wakes you up if you fall asleep somewhere uncomfortable.
- Offers to walk you home in the most matter-of-fact way.
- Brings you herbal tea "because it's good for you."
- During your walks together, he always makes sure to match your pace and be prepared to protect you.
- If you fall asleep, he'll quietly adjust your position so you're comfortable and stand guard until you wake.
Sebek Zigvolt
- Offers to carry heavy things "so you don't strain yourself."
- If it's raining, he walks close enough to shield you with his umbrella without saying it outright.
- Constantly lectures you about safety, but only because he's genuinely worried. “You humans are so reckless!“
- Always positions himself between you and anything he sees as a threat.
- Checks in on your studies and offers to help you practice topics that you struggle in.
Lilia Vanrouge
- Randomly drops by with food. "You looked like you needed feeding." (You accepted it with a polite smile and secretly threw it away.)
- Always remembers to check on you if you've been too quiet.
- Constantly gives you gentle advices about life and emotions.
- He teases you playfully but steps in seriously if someone's giving you trouble.
- Walks you to your dorm while telling stories from his past to keep you entertained.
Malleus senses your exhaustion before he even sees you.
Like a supernatural sixth sense, but instead of sensing danger or magical anomalies, he senses your dwindling energy bar.
You drag yourself through the courtyard, eyelids drooping, steps slow, soul hovering somewhere above your head.
You look like you’ve been personally victimized by the education system.
Malleus appears beside you in that way he does, silent, regal, mildly terrifying.
“Child of Man,” he says gently.
Then he finally gets a good look at your face.
Oh. His expression shifts. The ancient-dragon-who-has-seen-nations-fall look.
“You are… unwell.” (─ ‿ ─)
You try to wave him off, insisting you “just didn’t get much sleep.”
He blinks, confused.
“Much sleep?” His brows knit. “How much did you rest?” ( ╹ -╹)?
“…None?”
His pupils dilate like you just confessed a mortal sin.
“You pulled an all-nighter,” he says in a tone that belongs in a gothic cathedral, not in a school courtyard. He steps closer, lowering his voice. “That is dangerous for humans.”
You open your mouth. You do not get a chance to defend yourself.
He extends a hand. Not a request.
“Come.”
You take it because, well, it’s Malleus.
And also you’re too tired to resist being whisked away by a fae prince.
He brings you to Diasomnia before you can blink, guiding you inside like you’re some fragile artifact the world has cruelly mishandled.
Lilia pops his head around the corner, sees your zombified state, and goes, “Oh dear,”
But Malleus gives him the “I am handling this” princely glare, so Lilia happily flutters away.
Malleus brings you to one of the lounges, and sits you down on a plush sofa.
Then he kneels. Kneels. A future king kneels in front of you, taking your hands between his cool ones.
“You must not treat your body so harshly,” he murmurs. “I worry, you know.” ( ˘ᴗ˘ )
You blink at him, barely processing anything.
He conjures a blanket and drapes it around your shoulders with the gentleness of someone placing a crown.
Then he summons tea. Not normal tea. The kind that probably has a 500-year brewing technique behind it.
“Drink, Child of Man,” he says softly.
You do. Because if Malleus hands you tea, you drink it.
When you start to slump sideways, he moves instantly, letting your head rest against his shoulder.
His voice softens into something warm, ancient, and deeply fond.
“If your studies trouble you this greatly,” he murmurs near your ear,
“then allow me to help. Or at the very least… allow me to make sure you do not harm yourself trying to do everything alone.” (•́ -•̀)
You mumble something sleepy and incoherent.
Malleus smiles.
He lets you fall asleep against him, brushing a thumb across the back of your hand in slow, soothing circles.
And long after you drift into a deep, desperately needed sleep… he stays right there.
A dragon keeping watch over their most precious treasure.
── ⋆⋅☆ LILIA VANROUGE
Lilia clocks your exhaustion instantly.
He doesn’t need magic, he doesn’t need a scan spell, he doesn’t even need to see your face.
He hears your dragging footsteps down the hallway and goes:
“Ah. A fellow warrior suffering the aftermath of battle.”
Then you turn the corner. He sees your zombie-tier expression.
“Oh dear. You’re not just tired. You’re academically deceased.”
You try to greet him politely. Instead, a strange croaking noise leaves your throat, and Lilia clasps a hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Did you… pull an all-nighter, little one?”
You nod, wobbling slightly.
His smile somehow gets softer and more dangerous at the same time.
“Tsk, tsk,” he says, closing the distance with that floaty, silent glide he does. “You should know by now that mortals are terribly fragile.”
He places a cool hand against your cheek and leans in, way too close, way too effortlessly charming.
“You mustn’t push yourself like this.”
You open your mouth to argue, but Lilia just lifts you like you weigh nothing at all.
One second you’re standing, the next you’re cradled in his arms like you’re a tiny, exhausted woodland creature he’s found on the forest floor.
You make a noise of protest. He chuckles.
“Hush, sweetheart. You’ve clearly lost the right to make your own decisions today.” (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
He carries you into Diasomnia, one of the quieter rooms, humming something ancient and oddly soothing.
He sits you down on a plush chair, then drapes a warm, enchanted blanket over your shoulders.
And that’s when the shift happens. Lilia’s usual teasing fades into something gentler, more fatherly, more heartbreakingly fond.
“I’m proud of your hard work,” he says, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “But I won’t allow you to burn yourself out for the sake of grades.”
He conjures tea and carefully hands it to you. “Drink this. It will help your energy return… without keeping you awake.”
As you sip, Lilia crouches in front of you, elbows resting on his knees, chin in his hand. He studies your face with an amused, affectionate intensity.
“You’re adorable when you’re tired,” he announces, just to watch you blush helplessly.
When your head starts to droop, Lilia moves instantly.
He guides you to lie down across the sofa, then adjusts your blanket with almost parental thoroughness.
“I’ll stay,” he whispers, sitting beside you. “Someone has to watch over you. You humans are far too delicate to be left unattended after a stunt like that.” ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
And as you drift off, you feel his fingers brush your forehead..
Before sleep claims you completely, you hear him murmur with gentle, genuine concern, “Next time you struggle, call for me. I’ll come running. I always will, little one.”
And he really means it.
── ⋆⋅☆ SILVER
You know how Silver is usually the one falling asleep randomly? Yeah. Today the universe decided to flip the script, because you are the one who stayed up all night.
Flashcards, assignments, pure academic suffering, you name it, you endured it.
You’re basically a ghost with caffeine.
Silver finds you the next morning and immediately clocks that Something Is Wrong.
Not because you tell him, oh no.
Because you’re standing there, blinking at your locker like it personally offended you, and the soul has fully left your body.
He comes closer, voice soft like he’s approaching a skittish woodland creature.
“You didn’t sleep,” (◡ ‿ ◡ .) he says, all calm and angelic, while you’re internally screaming like a dying microwave.
Cue him instantly shifting into Protective Mode. He steps a little closer, scanning your face with that gentle concern that makes you want to cry and/or pass out on the spot.
And here’s the thing, Silver doesn’t scold. He doesn’t say “You should know better,” or “Why would you stay up all night?”
No. He just looks at you like you’re the most precious, exhausted creature he has ever seen and goes, “You’ve worked hard. Let me take care of you.” (..◜ᴗ◝..)
You are extremely fragile right now. How dare he say something like that.
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and suddenly you are acutely aware that you haven’t slept in 30 hours and are on the verge of falling in love and falling unconscious at the same time.
He keeps close to you all day, not hovering, not babying you, just… being there.
Every time your vision starts fading like a bad YouTube buffering screen, he gently taps your shoulder to keep you awake.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs, and you do, mostly out of stubbornness and also because he smells like fresh air and safety.
The moment he catches you wobbling? Oh, it’s over.
He just silently scoops your bag out of your hands and declares, “You need rest.” No arguments, no negotiations.
And of course you try to protest.
You, “Silver, I’m fine, I’m actually super awake right-” Your body, falls sideways like a wilted houseplant.
He catches you with that knightly ease like it’s nothing.
You’re slumped against him, halfway coherent, and he’s just holding you like, 'Yes. Rest.'
He brings you somewhere quiet, his room, a lounge corner, wherever he knows Lilia won’t suddenly appear with glitter.
He settles you down and sits beside you, brushing your hair with these soft, steady movements because he’s trying to soothe you without waking you up more.
And when you finally doze off? Silver watches you with that serene little smile like you’re a sleeping fawn he’s sworn to protect.
He’s so warm, so gentle, and you’re so tired that you end up leaning into him.
He stays awake on purpose, for you, even though his own eyelids are in danger.
If you mumble anything in your sleep? Oh, he blushes. But he never moves. He just lets you rest against him like you’re something sacred.
When you wake up?
Silver greets you softly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Feeling better?” („• ֊ •„)੭ And honestly… yeah. Yeah, you are.
── ⋆⋅☆ SEBEK ZIGVOLT
You show up to class in full burnt-out cryptid mode, dark circles, sluggish blinking, the posture of a gremlin who crawled out of a library stack at 4 a.m.
And Sebek? Oh, he notices. He notices IMMEDIATELY.
The moment he sees you sway slightly in the hallway, man practically short-circuits.
He storms over like a hurricane of concern and volume. “HUMAN- YOU LOOK- YOU APPEAR- YOU ARE-”
He’s trying so hard to find a polite way to say 'you look like death warmed over,' and failing spectacularly.
And then you admit it: You stayed up all night. His soul leaves his body.
“AN ALL-NIGHTER?!” His voice echoes through the entire hallway. Students three buildings over hear it. Malleus probably turns his head like, “Ah. Sebek is distressed.”
He launches into a whole speech, you’re pretty sure he’s lecturing you, praising you, worrying about you, and scolding the concept of homework itself all at the same time.
But the thing is… he’s so dramatically worried it’s adorable.
He keeps glancing at you every two seconds, hands flailing, eyebrows knit like he’s physically restraining himself from wrapping you in a blanket right there.
When you get dizzy? Oh, he’s DONE.
Zero hesitation, he grabs your shoulders like you’re a fragile porcelain artifact. “HUMAN, YOU ARE WOBBLING! YOU MUST SIT. NOW. IMMEDIATELY!”
He escorts you to a chair like you’re royalty. A very sleepy, very floppy royal.
You try to play it off, mumbling, “I’m fine, it’s not that bad.”
Sebek, “NOT THAT BAD? NOT THAT- YOU CAN BARELY KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN!” ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭
He is outraged at your suffering. Personally offended by the concept of sleep deprivation.
Then he goes into overprotective mode, which is… wow.
You blink slowly, and suddenly he’s handing you water, adjusting your posture, hovering like an anxious guard dog.
Every few moments, “DO YOU REQUIRE ANYTHING? WATER? FOOD? A PILLOW? A GUARD?” ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ Sir… you’re the guard.
And when your head tips forward because exhaustion finally wins?
He catches you so gently you swear it’s whiplash.
Like he goes from FULL CAPS LOCK to soft, panicked whisper instantly. “Human…? You mustn’t push yourself so far…”
He insists on escorting you somewhere to rest, dorm lounge, infirmary, literally anywhere with a horizontal surface.
He walks beside you like an armored escort, glaring at anyone who breathes near you. “STAY BACK. THEY ARE TIRED.” ( •̀ - •́ ) Okay, King of Volume, we get it. You care.
When you finally settle down to rest, he stands there awkwardly for a second, clearly debating whether he’s allowed to sit with you.
You pat the spot next to you. He goes rigid, blushes, and sits like a soldier receiving orders directly from Malleus.
And the longer you rest, the quieter he gets, which is how you know he’s seriously worried.
He even lowers his voice to a gentle rumble when he checks on you:
“Are you… warmer now? Do you require anything else?” (He’s trying so hard. Someone give him a medal.)
When you finally drift off, he stiffens like you handed him a live bomb.
Lilia passes by at some point and smiles like, “Oh? Babysitting?”
Sebek turns scarlet but does NOT move. “I AM ENSURING THEIR SAFETY!” Yes. Yes you are Sebek.
When you wake up? You can tell he hasn’t relaxed once, but the second your eyes open he lets out this shaky little sigh of relief.
“Human… do not frighten me like that again.” And he’s blushing. Hard.
Hello! I stumbled onto your blog via your Accidental Fae courting with Sebek and was wondering if you would be amenable to doing the rest of Diasomnia eg. Malleus, Lilia, and Silver? If not, I totally understand! It is just such an amazing piece. Really, thank you for it and the amazing laughter and fuzzies it gave me.
Accidental Courting 2.0
Lilia / Malleus / Silver x GN! reader
[masterlist] || sebek ver.
a/n 🍨 : Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting this — it truly means a lot💛 I apologize for taking a bit of time before accepting it (especially the fact that this request is before i closed my request thus why it's been months) I tend to take a while with requests (mostly because of irl responsibility and wanting to write other stuff, but I always appreciate every idea and prompt shared with me💛 Nonetheless, thank you for reading my humble messy writing and I hope this version brings you the same laughter and fuzzies that Sebek’s piece did! remember to eat warm happy meal 🍲🩷
Lilia Vanrouge : Moonlight Applications
You found him lying on the grass, arms folded behind his head, the moon spilling over him like poured milk. He looked unreal like that — a painting half-forgotten by the gods, left to bask in the quiet ache of starlight. Fireflies hovered around him like they knew a secret you didn’t. You should’ve kept walking. Instead, you said, “Your hair’s a mess. I’m braiding it.”
He turned his head toward you, grin lazy and knowing, crimson eyes glittering with trouble. “My, my. Touching a fae’s hair under moonlight? How daring of you.” Lilia's voice was velvet over blade, amused and devastating.
“Do you know, in my homeland, such tenderness is a declaration?”
“Of what?”
“Of intent. Of longing. Of—ah, motherhood, perhaps? I do have three children, you know. Is this your application?”
Slowly you knelt beside him anyway, fingers finding strands of soft black silk that shouldn’t have been allowed to exist. “You talk too much...” you muttered, pretending not to tremble. The moonlight clung to his hair and your hands like it was conspiring with him.
Lilia hummed, low and thoughtful, the sound vibrating against the grass. “Well~,” he began, tone lilting and casual, “I already have three children. Wonderful boys, really. A bit dramatic, a bit loud, a bit sleepy—but endlessly dear.”
His grin deepened, dangerous in its warmth. “Hmm. I think you’d be a good parent for them. They’re all grown now, of course, but a parent figure is good for any age, isn’t it?”
“WHAT— LILIA— I WAS JUST— YOUR HAIR—”
He laughed, full-bodied and delighted, the kind of laugh that made the moon lean closer. When you stumbled away, pink-faced and sputtering, he only smiled up at the stars, ribbon glinting faintly where you’d tied it. Later that night, it appeared on your pillow again, humming softly with leftover laughter — like the world itself was in on his joke.
Malleus Draconia : Confectionery Catastrophe
It began, most disastrously, with a cookie. You offered it without ceremony — a little crescent of mortal sweetness, butter, and sugar fused in a gesture so harmless it might as well have been air. But when Malleus took it, he held it like one might cradle a newborn star.
The courtyard stilled. The air shimmered faintly around him, as if the world itself had leaned in to eavesdrop. “You… offer me a gift wrought by your hands, beneath the constellations’ gaze?” His voice rumbled low, reverent, confused.
You shrugged, halfway through chewing your own cookie. “Yeah? I baked too many. Take it before I eat twenty.”
Silence. A dreadful, blooming silence. His pupils dilated, those eerie dragon-green eyes catching the moonlight like stained-glass about to confess. “In fae custom,” he murmured, “such gestures are reserved for one’s—”
“Don’t say it,” you interrupted, suddenly aware of the way his tail flicked, “—intended.”
Malleus looked halfway between smitten and having an existential crisis. His ears twitched, a faint pink climbing the sharp line of his cheekbones. “Then… I must answer this courtship with a token of my own.” he whispered, and before you could say please don’t perform any fae rituals in my yard, he vanished in a hush of green fire and terrible inevitability.
Come dawn, an obsidian pendant rested on your desk — still warm, humming faintly like a heart that wasn’t yours. Sebek shrieked. Lilia had to sit down from laughing. And across the hall, Malleus Draconia watched you with the expression of a man who just got engaged accidentally and was too enchanted, too polite, and too terminally in love to correct it.
Silver : My Logic
He was sitting under the moon again, the grass whispering soft secrets around him. A tiny bird perched delicately on his finger, chirping as if gossiping about the stars. Silver smiled at it — slow, quiet, all warmth, and patience — and whispered something back in a language the air seemed to understand.
That’s when you appeared, carrying a small blanket. “You’ll catch a cold...” you said, draping it over his shoulders before he could protest. Your fingers brushed the back of his neck — fleeting, human, harmless. Or so you thought.
But Silver froze. The bird tilted its head. Somewhere in the echoing hallways of his mind, Lilia’s voice purred fondly: Ah, to cover a fae with your cloak or cloth — that’s an old gesture of devotion, you know. Quite romantic.
Silver blinked trying to process the current situation. Romantic? He thought. His pulse stuttered. His father's voice, smug and certain, continued: A sign that you claim them. That you’d shelter them always. A promise made in fabric and moonlight.
He looked at you, standing there, smiling like this was nothing — like you hadn’t just rewritten the laws of his world with one gentle touch. “You… wish to protect me?” he asked, too earnestly.
You blinked, startled. “I— what? No, I just didn’t want you to sneeze!”
But it was too late. His heart, poor obedient thing, had already drawn its sword and sworn allegiance. He held the edge of the blanket with almost reverent fingers, the way a knight might hold an oath. “Then I’ll protect you in return...” he murmured, more to himself than to you.
Later, you found him stationed outside Ramshackle’s gate at dawn, eyes bright despite the hour. “Silver,” you question him in confusion of his actions, “why are you here?”
He smiled faintly, moonlight still clinging to his hair. “You’ve given your word, haven’t you? Father always said a vow made beneath the moon must be honoured.”
You wanted to correct him, to scream — but he looked so calm, so heartbreakingly certain, that all you could do was sigh and let him stay. Somewhere far off, Lilia laughed into the night, the sound of a man far too proud of his matchmaking instincts.
May I request Sebek trying to calmly ask Reader out? (He fails. To ask calmly, that is. He manages to bag that date, somehow).
Love all the fantastic work you write, honey <3
Jumbled confession from a half fae
You’ve cursed him! Or so..he thinks..after a long battle and a simple talk with Lilia he uncovers that he’s undeniably in love with you! Unfortunately for him he doesn’t really know how to take a calm approach on these types of things (‘-’*)
Sebek Zigvolt x gn!reader
Content warnings: very very awkward sebek, reader is not yuu/prefect
A/n: Awh hello, sweetheart! ヾ(´〓｀)ﾉ thank you soso much for the request anon and your kind words!! Truly you know how to flatter me (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) I do adore when I have the chance to write for him so I really hope you enjoy!
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The symptoms were entirely unacceptable for a retainer of THE malleus draconia.
It was no shocker that sebek prided himself on his unwavering discipline, his sharp focus, and..unusually perfect health. Yet over the past few weeks, he had been plagued by a sudden and deeply concerning illness
Whenever the you entered a room, his heart would suddenly slam against his ribs like a trapped bird. His palms would grow uncharacteristically clammy, his face would burn with a sudden unexplainable fever..and worst of all, his usually booming voice would catch in his throat, reducing him to a mess of sputtering nonsense
At first, he assumed it was some latent curse or a strange airborne human sickness he had caught from spending too much time near you and he resolved to endure it with dignity!
But the final straw came when you had simply smiled at him in the cafeteria and offered him a napkin, your eyes glimmering as you held it out for him. He had frozen completely, his brain short circuiting, before he practically sprinted away without a word of thanks
Desperate, he decided it would be best if he sought out the wisdom of his elders
"Lilia-sama!" Sebek announced, standing rigidly at attention in the diasomnia lounge "I must report a critical vulnerability! I believe I am being subjected to a slow acting hex!"
Lilia, who was currently sipping a small cup of tomato juice raised a curious brow. He set the cup down on the small side table next to the leather couch before giving his full attention to him
"Oh? A hex, you say? What are the symptoms, Sebek?"
"It is most insidious” he reported, his brow furrowed in grave distress "It only activates in the presence of y/n..My heart rate accelerates to dangerous levels, My face overheats..and I find myself entirely unable to concentrate on my duties! It always feels as if my eyes keep wandering to locate them like they have placed some spell on me! One that forces my eyes to move wherever they are! Furthermore, when they speak to me my mind empties of all strategic thought! It is a clear attempt to compromise waka-samas guard!"
Lilia stared at him for a long, silent moment. Then a slow, highly amused grin spread across the young looking fae's face. He let out a sharp bark of laughter that quickly dissolved into outright cackling
"L-Lilia-sama?!" Sebek protested, his face already flushing in a deep crimson "This is a serious matter! I do not see what is so amusing about this!”
"Oh, it is serious indeed” Lilia chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye "A very severe case.. Fatal, in some instances though highly unlikely in yours. Sebek, my dear, dense boy. You are not cursed. You are in love."
Sebek froze, his body went rigid as the word echoed loudly in his ears, his brows furrowed as he took a moment to soak it in
"N-Nonsense!" Sebek boomed, taking a hasty step back "I am a knight! My only devotion is to waka-sama! I do not have the time nor the inclination for such...such frivolous human sentiments!"
"The heart cares little for your schedule" Lilia said with a knowing grin as he stood up, gently floating over to pat sebek’s rigid shoulder
"It is perfectly normal, my dear boy! You care for them. You wish to protect them. You find their presence intoxicating. It is nothing to be ashamed of! However, running away every time they approach you is hardly befitting a proud fae warrior”
Sebek swallowed hard, his mind racing lilia’s words unlocked every confusing interaction of the past month. The lingering glances, the bizarre urge to carry your books, the way your laughter made his stomach do flips. It wasn't a curse. It was just simply you
"What...what must I do?" Sebek asked, his voice entirely devoid of its usual volume as he tried to straighten out his posture
"Well” Lilia grinned, "humans typically resolve these feelings by taking the object of their affection on a romantic outing. A date! Just ask them out, sebek and remember breathe, Be calm, Be suave, practically sweep them off their feet!”
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“Be calm, Be suave, sweep them off their feet!”
Sebek repeated lilia's mantra in his head as he marched across the courtyard the following afternoon. He had spotted you sitting under an apple tree peacefully reading a book in the dappled sunlight
He had meticulously planned this. He would approach quietly, He would clear his throat politely, He would deliver a perfectly rehearsed and highly dignified invitation to accompany him to a newly opened café in town that served a highly rated pastry..It would be a flawless execution of romantic strategy!
He stopped a few feet away, taking in your figure before internally hyping himself up as he took a deep breath. He tried to summon the calm, cool demeanor of a seasoned knight and keep lilias advice in mind
"HUMAN!"
Sebek winced internally, his eye twitched slightly at his own volume..So much for quiet
You jumped slightly, nearly dropping your book and looked up. Seeing Sebek standing there, rigid as a board and practically vibrating with nervous energy, you offered a warm and familiar smile. "Oh! Sebek! It’s good to see you, what’s up?”
‘Stay calm. Deliver the speech’
"I—!" Sebek started, his voice still booming across the courtyard. Several passing students turned to look. Soon he realized his mistake and immediately tried to overcorrect, forcing his voice into a strained, incredibly unnatural whisper
"I have...I have come to inform you of a matter of utmost importance!”
You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you were clearly trying to suppress a giggle at his bizarre whispering "O-kayyy..I'm listening."
Sebek’s heart was hammering against his ribs. The perfectly rehearsed script vanished entirely from his brain and was immediately replaced by sheer panic. You were looking at him with those bright, attentive eyes and the "hex" was kicking in at full force. His face felt like it was on fire and he could swear his heart would pop out of his chest at any second!
"THE TOWN!" he shouted, his volume rocketing back to maximum which in return caused a nearby flock of crows to scatter in terror
"THE TOWN HAS A NEW ESTABLISHMENT! IT DISPENSES BAKED GOODS! I MUST ASSESS ITS QUALITY TO ENSURE IT IS FIT FOR THE WAKA-SAMA'S CONSUMPTION!"
You blinked, leaning back slightly from the sheer force of his projection, brows furrowing for a moment "Oh. That’s...very thoughtful of you, sebek!
"YES! IT IS!" Sebek barked, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he fought a losing battle against his own overwhelming embarrassment, his cheeks now a very very noticeable shade of crimson
“HOWEVER! I REQUIRE A SECOND OPINION! HUMAN TASTEBUDS ARE NOTORIOUSLY FICKLE, SO IT IS ONLY LOGICAL THAT I BRING A HUMAN ALONG TO VERIFY THE RESULTS! THEREFORE, YOU WILL ACCOMPANY ME THIS SATURDAY AT NOON!"
Silence fell over the courtyard. Sebek stood there his chest heaving and his face still burned a brilliant shade of crimson
‘I failed!’ he thought frantically ‘I am neither calm nor suave. I am a disaster!’
You looked at him for a long moment as you slowly processed the aggressive and incredibly loud demand. You blinked once, twice..three times before a soft, fond smile broke across your face. You closed your book and stood up, stepping closer to him.
"Sebek" you said gently, looking up at him. "Are you shouting at me to go on a date with you?"
Sebek’s entire body went rigid. The jig was up! He could deny it, he could spin it back straight to diasomnia but lilia’s words echoed in his mind. “Running away is hardly befitting a warrior!”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he bowed his head slightly and prepared for rejection, for you to laugh, for anything other than acceptance
"YES!" he bellowed, though his voice wavered slightly with a shocking raw vulnerability "I AM AWARE MY DELIVERY WAS LACKING! BUT I...I FIND YOUR PRESENCE HIGHLY AGREEABLE! AND I WISH TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HOURS! IF YOU WILL HAVE ME!"
He braced himself.
"I'd love to” you replied softly. His eyes snapped open and he stared at you, genuinely shocked for a moment
"You...You would? Despite my...volume?"
"Your volume is part of your charm” you laughed as you stepped just a bit closer. Carefully you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek
Sebek froze entirely, his eyes blowing wide. His face immediately flushed an impossibly deep shade of red, his hand lifting slowly to hover over the exact spot your lips had just been. The simple touch had sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to his heart, completely short circuiting his brain all over again…but this time, it didn't feel like a curse at all
"Saturday at noon sounds perfect" you added, practically beaming at his stunned expression "I'll meet you at your dorm”
Sebek's chest swelled with an unfamiliar, dizzying sense of absolute triumph. He stood up straighter, a proud and genuine grin breaking across his flustered face
"EXCELLENT!" he declared, looking as though he had just won a war single handedly “I SHALL ARRIVE FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLY! DO NOT KEEP ME WAITING, HUMAN!"
As he spun on his heel and marched away, practically floating on air, you couldn't help but laugh. It hadn't been calm and it certainly hadn't been suave, but as you watched the proud half fae practically skip back toward diasomnia with his hand still pressed to his cheek, you decided it was definitely the best way you had ever been asked out
˖°. alternate universe ෆ headcanons ෆ demon!malleus x human!reader
── he had been alone until you arrived. Malleus has seen entire nations fall, so many people have passed through his endless life, he has seen all kinds of entities cross his path and yet, nothing seemed to last long enough. at a certain point everything felt temporary, nothing was attractive enough to capture his attention. until by mistake—because he wasn't supposed to make contact with humans—he met you. you knew he was a superior entity, yet you didn't treat him as such and that was something… new. strange. fascinating.
── he loves having you close and being able to feel the warmth of your body. there are many things he doesn't need to survive, among them warmth or food, so feeling your warm skin against his cold fingers became one of his obsessions. the way your chest rises and falls with each of your breaths, the way you can take hours to sleep or fall completely exhausted in a couple of minutes… even though he doesn't need rest, seeing you breathe so peacefully while you sleep, makes staying by your side the rest of the night completely worth it.
── the fact that you are not afraid of him would be what catches his attention the most. Malleus has lived so many years, he has known so many people who run away just because of his presence or don't even want to have any kind of contact with him, demons earned a bad reputation who knows why. so when a human—who seems completely fragile compared to him—simply smiled at him as if he were just another person, that left him… to say surprised would probably be an understatement compared to his true reaction.
── he finds it fascinating to watch you. he actually enjoys watching you do the simplest things, even when they don't seem exciting to anyone else, like watching you cook even though he doesn't need food. Malleus has seen too many things in his years of life, but he had never seen a human just existing in their everyday life. plus, when you are in love with that human the little details become much more exciting.
── he would have an absolute devotion to you. Malleus knows nothing about human boundaries or how relationships work in your world, that's why he has no problem with making you his entire world, making everything revolve around you because, what's the problem if this little human was the one who made him feel something for the first time? if you need something, he is going to get it without even asking you first, even those little things that you might mention without thinking too much about it or that don't even feel like a real need.
── he would have a silent obsession with prolonging your life. at first he didn't give it importance, trying to savor every moment together, and thinking he could handle it. it was even the first thing he thought when he noticed his feelings went beyond. but as soon as you got sick for first time, that was when he finally began to think about losing the first person who didn't feel terrified of him. a second for him is years of your life.
Ok I've finally come up with another request. I've adopted the mantra "a man who yearns is a man who earns" so can I please request head canons for Trey, Jack, and Sebek with a gn! S/o (reader is yu). They've been dating for several months now and without thinking about it, blurt out how they don't know how they lived life before meeting s/o. S/o tries to joke about how the boys probably did pretty easily since they didn't even exist before suddenly showing up in nrc. That's when it hits the boys that if s/o never showed up they never would have met and fallen in love (and especially with Sebek if he learned to be a little less indignant of humans). This just leads to them being extra clingy, wanting to spend as much time with s/o as possible. A lil angst with a whole lotta fluff/comfort!
【❝A Man Who Yearns Is A Man Who Earns❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend realizes just how lucky he is to have you in his life.】
【Featuring: Trey Clover, Jack Howl, and Sebek Zigvolt】
【Tags: gn reader, reader is yuu/prefect, established relationship, light angst to fluff, the boys are down horrendous lol, TW for mentions of death/self sacrifice — nothing crazy tho (Sebek)】
【Word count: Trey (540) Jack (560) Sebek (863) Total (1.9k)】
【a/n: heyyyy, welcome back!!! I think you’ve converted me into a Sebek enjoyer lol. I seriously did not like him for the longest time, but he’s really growing on me!!! He’s just a silly little guy fr!! Anyways, I hope you like this one. I didn’t go crazy with the angst (which means a lot coming from me lol) and I definitely made it super fluffy!! Enjoy!!! <333】
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey's not exactly sure when the revelation first hit him, but the thought has been at the forefront of his mind ever since it first entered
‧₊˚ ┊ "You know… I don't know how I ever lived life without you in it."
‧₊˚ ┊ The admission comes in the peaceful quiet of Ramshackle's lounge with the faint crackle of the lit fireplace serving as background noise to the baking show that neither you nor Trey are really watching
‧₊˚ ┊ You blink at Trey in confusion, a bit thrown off by the sudden confession but nonetheless delighted by the tenderness of it
‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, I'm sure you got on just fine, Trey. You wouldn't have even known I exist if I hadn't come to this world."
‧₊˚ ┊ It's then that Trey is hit with a second realization
‧₊˚ ┊ All of this is a mistake, or a 'happy accident' as you would probably put it
‧₊˚ ┊ You were never meant to be in Twisted Wonderland, you were never meant to meet Trey, and you sure as hell weren't ever meant to fall in love with him
‧₊˚ ┊ It's this simple fact that makes Trey realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life to begin with
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey holds you a little closer when you retire to your room that night, practically trying to meld your two bodies together so he never has to let you go
‧₊˚ ┊ Come morning, Trey is reluctant to let you go
‧₊˚ ┊ He now understands that every moment with you is precious — a blessing that he is endlessly grateful for
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey trails after you like a lost puppy for the next week — only stepping away to bake your favorite sweets to surprise you with later
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey is a pretty chill guy (lol), so his increased affection is noticeable
‧₊˚ ┊ It's not like he wasn't loving before, but he's especially doting now
‧₊˚ ┊ It's over a fresh batch of cookies made especially for you that you question Trey about this new version of himself
‧₊˚ ┊ "Soooo, what's got you feeling all lovey dovey lately? You trying to butter me up, or something?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course not. Can't I do something nice for you without me having an ulterior motive?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Then what's all the sweets and affection for? I mean, I'm not complaining, but I'm dying to know what's brought all this on."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I just want to treat you. You're something special and I value your presence in my life, so I figured I need to step up my game and lay it on thick."
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, bless your sweet, loving, amazing boyfriend
‧₊˚ ┊ Is it ethical to makeout in the Heartslabyul kitchens? No. Is it sanitary? Probably not. Are you likely to get caught? absolutely. Despite it all you can't bring yourself to care about any potential consequences as you kiss Trey senseless.
‧₊˚ ┊ Trey would usually stop you from getting too frisky in the kitchen, but he's feeling so needy that he can throw away his morals just to indulge in you a bit
‧₊˚ ┊ "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You have. Have I ever told you that I'm madly in love with you?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You have."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll tell you everyday if you want."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Marry me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I will once we graduate."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll hold you to that, Trey."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise."
‧₊˚ ┊ Wolves mate for life, and now that Jack's found you, he's never letting you go
‧₊˚ ┊ You really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and Jack couldn't ask for a better significant other
‧₊˚ ┊ Life before you seems to pale in comparison to the future he hopes to forge with you after graduation
‧₊˚ ┊ You're everything, and Jack doesn't want to lose
‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think a could ever bear losing you. To be honest, I don't even know how I got on before meeting you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "You probably would have been fine. I'm not even supposed to be in this world, so we were never even meant to meet each other in the first place."
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack had definitely forgotten about the whole you being from another world thing, but now that you've reminded him of that fact he's all the more grateful to call you his
‧₊˚ ┊ It's hard for Jack to actually reconcile that you aren't supposed to be as big a part of his life as you are
‧₊˚ ┊ He's planned his entire future around you and being with you and he can't imagine anyone else taking your place
‧₊˚ ┊ This instills a newfound fear in Jack: that you'll go back to your world one day and leave him all alone
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack can't have that, of course, so he steps up his game to show you just how much he loves you
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is a wolf beastman, so it only makes sense that he expresses his dedication to you as a wolf would
‧₊˚ ┊ Be prepared for constant nuzzling and affection like biting and licking (he's also trying to put his scent on you to make sure other beastmen know you're his and his alone)
‧₊˚ ┊ While Jack is a wolf, he will trail behind you like a lost puppy growling at anyone who so much as dares to look at you longer than five seconds
‧₊˚ ┊ It's cute, really — your big, bad wolf is just a little pup when you comes to you
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is practically all over you at all times — so much so that it becomes a bit difficult for to get anything else done
‧₊˚ ┊ "Jack, we both have homework to do. We can cuddle later, but I'd rather not get chewed out by Crewel for turning in my work late."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Do you not love me anymore?"
‧₊˚ ┊ Jack isn't really one for dramatics, so it's safe to say you're surprised by his question
‧₊˚ ┊ "What makes you think that?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "You want to leave me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "No, I want to get my work done and then continue cuddling. What's with you lately? You can barely let me go for longer than a minute without getting all huffy."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I'm so happy to have you in my life and I don't want you to leave, so I'm tryin' to show you how much I love you."
‧₊˚ ┊ Damn, you weren't expecting that
‧₊˚ ┊ "I see. Well, I guess homework can wait, then."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Really?!"
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, you can't help but smile at the excited wagging of Jack's tail — he really is just an overgrown puppy
‧₊˚ ┊ "Really. I'm blaming you of Crewel gets on my ass about my homework being late, though."
‧₊˚ ┊ "That's fine. You can tell him I ate it, or something."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think he's gonna believe that, but I appreciate the sacrifice."
‧₊˚ ┊ "It's no problem. I love you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Love you too, Jack."
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek will forever be thankful for the impact you've had on his life
‧₊˚ ┊ You've taught him so much and helped him overcome his own backwards ways of thinking and for that he's eternally grateful
‧₊˚ ┊ This doesn't dawn on Sebek for a while, but once he does be prepared for him to scream how much he adores you from the rooftops of NRC (don't actually let him do this tho — he's already had detention three times this week)
‧₊˚ ┊ "(Y/N), YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN WORDS COULD EVER EXPRESS! I AM A BETTER MAN AND A BETTER KNIGHT THANKS TO YOU! I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT MY LIFE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITHOUT YOU IN IT!"
‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, please stop screaming, Sebek — I'm right here. Second, I'm sure your life wouldn't be too different if you'd never met me — I'm not even supposed to be in this world, after all."
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Sebek's poor heart breaks at your words
‧₊˚ ┊ Now that you're so intertwined with his life he can't imagine what it would be like without you in it
‧₊˚ ┊ Sure, you weren't meant to be here in Twisted Wonderland, but Sebek considers you're accidental arrival to be a blessing
‧₊˚ ┊ Also, do you truly doubt your impact on Sebek's life? Must he write down all the ways in which you've made him the man he is today?
‧₊˚ ┊ Perhaps Sebek needs to show you how important you are through actions rather than words — surely that will get the point across
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek it's usually quite shy about PDA — much preferring to be affectionate in private to save himself the embarrassment of being all soft and sweet towards you in front of any prying eyes
‧₊˚ ┊ Much to your surprise, all that pervious hesitation goes out the window now that he has something to prove
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek now greets you with a kiss on the cheek rather than the usual chaste peck to the back of your hand
‧₊˚ ┊ You're not gonna question it, but you immediately notice his increased affection towards you
‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, you let it continue without a word just to see how far Sebek is willing to go
‧₊˚ ┊ He starts off small — walking you to your classes and carrying all your books for you, or making sure to get your favorite foods from the cafeteria before they run out
‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Sebek decides to up the ante
‧₊˚ ┊ Now Sebek greets you with a kiss smack dab on the lips and a new handpicked bouquet every day
‧₊˚ ┊ You needn't worry about walking to class anymore, for your devoted knight (boyfriend) carries you to all your classes himself (he somehow still manages to get to his own classes on time too)
‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Sebek fashion, it all becomes a little too much, so you finally decide to confront him about all the grand gestures he's been doing
‧₊˚ ┊ "Sebek, you know I love you, right?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course, you tell me multiple times a day, dearest. I love you as well — more than anything in this world."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Is that why you've been so over the top lately?"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Over the top? Why, I consider my actions as of late to be the tip of the iceberg. You are my significant other and I love you most ardently, so I just convey as much by lavishing you with affection and making your life better — just as you have made mine."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Awwww, you're so sweet, Sebbie! You really don't have to go to such lengths for me, ya know? I appreciate it, but I don't want you running yourself ragged for my sake."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Nonsense, a good knight would make the ultimate sacrifice for the one they love the most. You are the most deserving of my love and effort and I strive to give you my all each and every day."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm not asking to go die for me, Seb. I'd never ask you to do that. I know you love me, but you can tone it down a bit, sweetie."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I would die for you if you asked it of me."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I know, Sebek, but then I'd be sad and lonely without you. If you're dead that someone else could come and sweep me off my feet and you wouldn't want that, would you."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I— I hadn't thought that far ahead. Perhaps you are right. In that case, I shall refrain from sacrificing myself for you lest I lose you to another. I must admit, I would be quite sad to be without you too and it would especially hurt to see you fall for another."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, luckily enough you're alive and I'm crazy in love with you, so neither of us have anything to worry about!"
‧₊˚ ┊ "Yes, what luck I must have to be blessed to be able to call you mine."
‧₊˚ ┊ "The feeling's mutual, Seb."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I should hope so. I haven't been doing all of this for a one-sided romance."
‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't worry, this is definitely mutual. I'm as devoted to you as you are to me, my gallant night."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I do so love it when you call me that."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll call you that every day for the rest of our lives."
‧₊˚ ┊ "I shall hold you to that promise, dearest."
