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.
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!”
━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
“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
This is such an unoriginal idea, but I really like the concept of Yuu not speaking the common language in Twisted Wonderland.
Word count: 2k+
Warnings: Gender neutral reader, bad writing, shit fic. 2nd person pov
Pairing: Various characters x reader
Sorry I've been gone...
It was something you should have expected, really. Getting transported to a whole new world filled with magic and new species is something entirely on its own. So why would you expect to be able to speak their language? Or for them to speak your own?
In all fairness, no one expects to be able to understand a floating cat that has the ability to breathe fire. You could only stare up at the small monster as he looks down at you. Nothing but blank stares and foreign words being shared between the two of you. You had later learned that his name was Grim. Or something like that. It had taken a while before he finally understood that you weren’t from the island or anywhere in Twisted Wonderland really. As if not having magic was hard enough, you also couldn’t speak with anyone either…
Heartslaybul:
It had been a few weeks since you joined NRC that Ace learned to understand you…or to the best of his abilities. Everyone knows he’s not the brightest but they couldn’t help but respect him for his determination. Perhaps it’s because you two spend a lot of time together or because he’s known you the longest but he’s really the only one who understands you.
“Uhh…Ace?” Cater laughs nervously as you throw a few nonsensical terms at him in a tone he understands to be enthusiastic. He looks over his shoulder at the 1st year who’s helping Trey in the kitchen, a desperate look in his eyes as he silently pleads for help. “What are they saying?”
Both Ace and Trey look up in unison.Trey only gives a small laugh before he goes back to icing the freshly baked cupcakes for the tea party later. Ace sighs and dusts off his hands before walking over to the pair. “Hey,” he stops in front of you with crossed arms. “What’s going on?”
You look up at Ace for a few seconds, almost as if you’re processing what he said. Then suddenly, in a flurry of words and some hand motions, you spoke animatedly about whatever it was. There were a few words in the common language thrown in there, some Ace had taught you in order to help you out a bit, that Cater and Trey half understood given your accent. Ace nodded along the whole time, giving a few “uh huhs” and “yeahs” whenever you paused. It felt like a whole ten minutes before you stopped and stared at Ace, nothing but hope in your eyes as he thought long and hard about what you said.
It took a while before he turned to Cater with a serious yet casual look on his face, “they want to film a video with you. Something about the latest trend going around about a dance?”
Cater stared at Ace in shock. “How did you…,” he looked between Ace and you for a bit before standing up straighter. Slowly, he smiled and held up his phone. “Doesn’t matter! Come on, let’s go through the trends to see which one you want.”
You nodded along with a smile on your face before following him. Ace sighed as he watched you leave, knowing you had no idea what Cater just said but you’re just happy to be included. He turns and walks back to the counter next to Trey. Silently, he continues to cut the strawberries he was working on earlier as he thought about how to help you. Trey looked at him with a knowing smirk but decided not to say anything, he’ll tell Riddle later how much Ace has grown since the first day.
Savanaclaw:
You rushed down the crowded hallway and against the flow of traffic, occasionally bumping into other students as they tried to head to lunch. Most of them walked out of your path when they saw the anxious look on your face. All but one.
“Hey,” Leona suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You practically jumped when he grabbed your shoulders and stopped you in the middle of the hallway. More students walked around and a few of them stared but he didn’t care, not when the foreign 1st year he came to tolerate looked panicked. “What’s wrong?”
As if you understood you started talking at a hundred words per minute in a frantic tone. You looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone before turning back to him and spoke even faster. He could only stare at you with a pinched expression as he caught some familiar words but most sounded otherworldly. “Slow down,” he growled, which caused you to stop. “What or who are you looking for?”
You stayed silent for a bit before taking a small step back. He watched with a raised eyebrow before pausing when he saw you motion with your hands. As if you were playing a game of charades, you raised your hands to mimic a pair of animal ears and a tail. He watched with increasing amusement as you made a claw motion with your hands before smirking, “Jack? Is that who you’re looking for?”
You nodded as soon as you heard the familiar name. A wave of relief washed over you now that someone somewhat understood you. Leona chuckled quietly before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on,” he led you down the hallway, “I’ll lead you to him.”
Octavinelle:
“Floyd! Where-what are they doing?” Azul sighed as he walked out of his office and stopped next to Jade. The pair watched as Floyd and you stared at each other in silence. No words were said except for the occasional change in the two of your guys' expressions as if a joke was said, which only caused customers to run away.
“I believe they’re talking,” Jade said in amusement. A slow smirk coming to his lips brought a hand up to cover his laugh. “They’ve been like this for half an hour now, ever since the Prefect came in.”
Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a slow deep breath before walking over and interrupting the moment. “Floyd,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he looked from you to the twin. “What’s going on?”
Floyd snapped out of his trance and turned to Azul. A toothy smile graced his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Huh? Oh, shrimpy and I were talking.”
“Were you,” Azul sighed as heard Jade laughing in the background. He glanced at you and saw the clueless expression you always seem to wear when other people were talking. “Of course you two understand each other," he muttered before deciding to walk away from the situation all together.
The two of you watched Azul walk away before looking back at each other. Once again, no words were said but there was a complete understanding between the two of you.
Scarabia:
A rich aroma filled the kitchen as the sun began to set in Scarabia. You watched with your chin on your arms as Jamil cooked dinner. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and a relaxing atmosphere that he wasn’t quite used to. You stared in awe as he stirred the pot of soup before opening your mouth to speak. Without looking away, Jamil spoke before you could, “yes. You can have some of the vegetables.”
A smile immediately graced your face before you sat up and reached over to the cutting board full of vegetables. The silence continued except for the occasional sound of the stove fire cracking and your chewing. You sat there in bliss, thankful that someone finally understood you without much difficulty.
It had been like that between Jamil and you for a while. A relationship that bloomed through food over the course of a few weeks. When everyone else tried to avoid you or simply ignored you, he stood there and gave you your favorite meal even though you had never told him.
Jamil watched as you ate happily. He looked back down at the soup in the pot as he continued to stir the liquid. He knew you enjoyed these moments and the other times he gave you food. He knew you enjoyed the fact that he seemed to understand you. He just didn't have the heart to tell you it was due to trial and error by giving you new foods…
Pomefiore:
You were in twisted wonderland for only two weeks, three days, and seven hours before Rook had somehow learned your entire language. Well, language through actions and the occasional phrases you would let out when trying to speak to someone.
He was intrigued the moment he first saw you at the ceremony and heard the foreign dialect on your tongue. He listened intently to every syllable and to the tone of everything you said. It was then that he declared you would be his next project.
So, over the course of those two weeks he watched. He watched from across the hall, the cafeteria, and even in trees when you didn’t know he was looking. He took down notes and memorized the common terms you used and the context you used them in. It was difficult but when Rook is determined he gets things done. It took countless hours before he felt confident in speaking to you directly. So he did.
It felt like a random day when you were walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into him. You turned and saw the random student and spoke up politely in your own language, “sorry.” You gave a small smile in hopes he understood your intentions before going to turn around.
“It’s okay,” Rook spoke up in a flawless accent. He smiled when he saw you turn around in shock before continuing. “It was my fault. I didn't mean to-ah!”
Suddenly, you let out a yell that caused the whole hallway to stop and stare. You grabbed Rook’s hands and started jumping as you spoke enthusiastically, not caring for the stares from your classmates or even Ace and Deuce who watched in shock at the sudden outburst. “You understand me!” You beamed while jumping even more, “I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”
To everyone else you looked crazy as you spoke loud in the unfamiliar language. They watched in shock as you smiled brightly and jumped while holding onto Pomefiore’s weird vice housewarden. Even Ace and Deuce stood in shock because they’ve never seen you like this before. But to Rook? He smiled happily at your excitement and laughed as he gripped your hands just as tightly. “That’s right!” He laughed before speaking with you, much to everyone’s surprise. Yeah, he quickly became your favorite..and translator.
Ignihyde:
“Hold on…,” Idia murmured as he messed with the small box in his hands. He had spent hours trying to build a translator for you. Thanks to Ortho’s help and recordings, he thinks he has it. “There,” he handed the box to you. “Try it.”
You stared cluelessly at what seemed to be a small speaker before taking it from him. Flipping it over in your hands, you looked from the box to him, before speaking to him. A short sentence came out of the box, much to Idia’s surprise before it glitched out and went silent again.
He groaned loudly and snatched the box from you before grabbing the screwdriver. You watched as muttered quietly in frustration while pulling out wires. Slowly, you moved to sit next to him on his bed and looked over his shoulder to watch him work. He froze as he felt how close you were, a small shade of pink gracing the tips of his hair as he laughed nervously.
“What are you…,” he looked at you as he spoke hesitantly before sighing at the look in your eyes. He sighed before going back to fixing the translator as he murmured quietly. “Why do I bother? There's not a thought behind those eyes…”
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he worked. You watched as he worked with a pinched expression before resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed slightly before sighing and grabbing his tablet to fix the coding. Despite the language barrier, Idia had come to like you. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t feel judged by you or because you seem comfortable around him but he came to consider you his best friend. He sighed as he set the tablet aside before glancing at you, “I guess we’ll try again tomorrow…”
Diasomnia:
It wasn’t the most orthodox method but it did work. The first time Silver went into your dreams it was by complete mistake. He looked around at the neverending grass field before recognizing you on a top of the field. He was only going to stay a minute before he suddenly heard your voice and in a language he understood.
“Come here,” you spoke softly to a bunny that approached you. You cooed quietly as the small fluffball before recognizing Silver as he stood next to you. “Strange,” you murmured more to yourself than him, “I usually go through this dream alone.”
He stood there in shock as he heard your words. Usually he would stare at you in confusion whenever you spoke but here he can. Slowly, he sat down next to you and stared down at the bunny in your lap before he spoke up softly, “Sorry.”
He watched as your eyes widened before a small smile graced your face. You looked back at the bunny and spoke quietly, “well if this is the only actual conversation I can get…this dream won’t be so bad.”
You smiled at him before laying down in the grass. He watched for a few moments before laying down next to you. The two of you stared up at the sunny sky, a blissful dream truly. Silver thought silently to himself, if you were that happy to have a conversation then he’ll certainly go into your dreams more often.
Hii! Can you make something with Diasomnia where Reader Flirts with them A LOT and when the boys act Oblivous She has a crash out? (Not in a angst way like a funny way)
(like this)
A Hopeless Flirt [Diasomnia x Reader]
Notes: F reader, Sorry Riddle catches a stray in this lol you know I love him
Word Count: Around 500 Each
Malleus Draconia
-You’re out looking for gargoyles with Malleus.
-“Y/n, there.” He finds one and points it out for you. He explains the intricacies of the gargoyle’s architecture, his eyes admiring and sparkly.
-“You know so much about these things. I just wish you would look at me the way you look at that gargoyle,” you say, a suggestive tone to your voice.
-“Hm? How could I look at you like a gargoyle? You’re entirely different beings. Sometimes, I really don’t understand the things you say.”
-“R-right… Forget I said anything.” You didn’t get him this time, but you’ll never stop trying.
-The two of you go back to his dorm for tea. He insists that you relax on the couch while he makes the tea. He brings out two cups of high quality tea and places one in front of you on the coffee table.
-“You spoil me, Malleus. You’re going to make a great husband one day.” You look at him with hooded eyes.
-“You think so? I feel that bringing a woman tea is the bare minimum. I wouldn’t be satisfied with that being the best I could do.”
-“Oh, I know you wouldn’t. It’s just that so many men take their women for granted. But I know you would never.”
-“Of course not. I believe that a man’s spouse is the most important person in his life. When the time comes, I will treat my future wife like the precious treasure she is. That’s a long way off, however, so I don’t think about it much.”
-“That’s really sweet…” You watch his lips as he takes a sip of his tea. “Mm, only you could make something as simple as drinking tea look so… regal.” You hit him with the most obvious bedroom eyes in the world.
-“Grandmother told me to always look dignified in public. It can get tiring at times.”
-“Yeah? I’d love to see you let loose a little~”
-“Unfortunately, I don’t think grandmother would appreciate that very much.” You almost bash your head against the coffee table. How is he not getting it???
-“R-right…”
-“Are you alright, Y/n? You look a bit sick.”
-“Fine! Please excuse me for a moment!” You run to the bathroom, unable to take any more of this.
-You break down screaming on the bathroom floor. “WHYYYYY!!! WHY DOESN’T HE GET IT!!!!! MALLEUS DRACONIA, PLEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE!!!” A few Diasomnia residents stare at you while you scream.
-Back in the lounge, Lilia had been watching the entire conversation. He shakes his head, wondering how Malleus could be so clueless.
-“Malleus, you need to be more mindful of Y/n,” Lilia scolds.
-“Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to offend her.”
-“How do you not notice it? She’s been flirting with you all afternoon,” Lilia reveals. Malleus almost drops his teacup.
-“That can’t… That’s not…” He replays everything you said over and over in his head. “Y/n! Come back!” He rushes to the bathroom to find you. Lilia chuckles.
-“Don’t worry, Y/n. He just needed a little push in the right direction.”
Silver Vanrouge
-You had joint phys ed class with Silver earlier, and you can’t stop thinking about how good he looked, showing off his strong legs and sweating. He had you drooling.
-The two of you take the long way back to his dorm, enjoying a lovely spring day.
-“Hey, Silver. Let’s rest for a little while,” you suggest.
-“Sure. I was getting tired, anyway.” The two of you sit against a tree. The breeze flows through his hair.
-“You look so good with the wind in your hair. It’s like a scene in a romance movie.” You stare at him with a dopey smile.
-“I hope it doesn’t mess up my hair. I don’t want to look unsightly.” He smooths his hair out, undoing the adorable messiness the wind gave him.
-“You never look unsightly, Silver. With that face, you could even make a garbage bag look good.”
-“Why would I wear a garbage bag? You’re saying some strange things today, Y/n.”
-You shrug. “You wouldn’t. I’m just saying if you did, you would still be handsome.” Aaand he’s asleep. His head leans on your shoulder, so even if he was disinterested in your words, you can’t be mad.
-You happily sit there with him sleeping against you for an hour before he wakes with a start.
-“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you giggle.
-“I did it again…” He sighs.
-“Better get you home before you spend all night out here. Unless you think my shoulder is comfortable, then we can stay.”
-“Actually, my neck hurts a little. I don’t think I should do that again.”
-You want to scream. He is DENSE dense. You walk the rest of the way to his dorm with him.
-“Do you want to go to bed? I can stay with you until you fall asleep,” you offer.
-“It’s too early to go to bed. We have homework to do. Do you feel sick, Y/n? If you need to sleep, you can use my bed while I do my homework.”
-“N-no, it’s fine… I’ll go get us a snack.” You rush off before he can offer to do it for you.
-You get far enough from his room that he won’t hear you and collapse on the floor.
-“SILVER PLEASE!! I’M BEGGING YOU TO STOP PLAYING WITH MY HEART, YOU DUMB, BEAUTIFUL IDIOT!!!” You pound your fist against the floor until it hurts. “IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR A KNIGHT TO SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET!?!?”
-Lilia lurks in the background, watching your pathetic tantrum. His son needs a good talking to.
-Someone knocks on Silver’s door. He assumes it’s you, but he opens it to find his father.
-“Silver, what did you say to Y/n? Have you really not noticed her feelings for you?”
-“Y/n doesn’t have feelings for me. She just sees me as a friend.”
-Lilia shakes his head. “How did I raise someone so oblivious? She was just lamenting how you ignore her feelings in the hallway.”
-“She was… Wait! Y/n! Please forgive my foolishness!” He runs out into the hallway to find you.
-“Fufu… You can thank me at the wedding, future daughter-in-law.”
Sebek Zigvolt
-Sebek and Silver invited you to watch their equestrian club training. Obviously, you accepted.
-Your cheeks are hot as hell when they finish. Sebek gave you some serious eye candy during that session. And when he dismounts the horse, you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.
-“That was amazing, Sebek. You really showed off your muscles today!” You give his bicep a playful squeeze.
-“Not good enough… Silver did better than me,” he sighs. “Do not tell him I said that!”
-“Your secret’s safe with me.” You wink at him. “Looks like you got a little dirt on your face when your horse kicked up the sand. Let me get that for you.”
-You wipe the dirt away with your thumb, moving it slowly over the peak of his cheek. -“Thank you, Y/n. I can’t look messy in public.”
-He takes his helmet off and smooths a hand over his slicked back hair. “That hairstyle really suits you, Sebek. It truly makes you look like a royal knight.”
-He puffs his chest out. “Then I will wear my hair like this more often!”
-“I can help you do your hair, you know. It would be so much fun to run my hands through it. Though, you look good with any hairstyle, really.” You lightly pinch the loose section of his bangs and twirl it in your fingers.
-“Sebek! You still have to do your part of the horse care!” Riddle yells.
-“I’ll be right there! I must leave, Y/n. You can wait for me at the dorm if you like.” You pout as he walks away.
-“Damn Riddle…” You grumble. You go back to Diasomnia to wait for your knight in shining armor.
-You let yourself into his room and lounge on his bed until he gets back. When you hear the door open, you get into what you consider a seductive pose.
-“Welcome back, handsome,” you greet.
-“Y/n! Don’t be lazy! We have homework to do.” He drops all of your homework in front of you on the bed.
-“O-of course… Just excuse me for a moment.” You speed out of his room and drop on the couch in the dorm lounge, screaming into the pillow.
-“WHY WON’T HE LOVE ME!?!? IS HE THAT DENSE???? SEBEK, YOU HARDHEADED IDIOT!! I’M FLIRTING WITH YOU!!!”
-Silver walks past and witnesses your embarrassing breakdown. Even he could tell that you’ve been flirting with Sebek this whole time, so how can’t he?
-Silver barges into Sebek’s room. Before Sebek can yell at him, he starts talking. “Sebek, you’re being too cruel to Y/n. This isn’t a good look for you as a man.”
-“I’ve been nothing but pleasant to Y/n! How dare you come to my room and criticize how I treat women!?”
-“It’s not very considerate to ignore her feelings for you. If you aren’t interested in her, you need to tell her now,” Silver demands.
-“She doesn’t…” He thinks about every interaction he ever had with you and realizes how obvious it is. “SHE RETURNS MY FEELINGS!?!? Quick, Silver, get me a quill so I can write an official courtship letter to her!”
“Please, just tell her in person…” Taking Silver’s advice, Sebek runs out to find you.
Lilia Vanrouge
-Lilia is minding his own business in the cafeteria when you try to attack him with a surprise hug. He moves out of the way and you crash to the floor.
-“Liliaaaa, you’re always so mean to me!” You whine. “I just wanted to give you a hug and let you know that you’re extra cute today.”
-“I’m cute every day, Y/n. That’s my charm!” He steps over you and walks to a table. You follow after like a puppy.
-“Yeah, but you get cuter every time I see you! Do you have some kind of cuteness spell you use? It’s seriously impressive.”
-“I’m just naturally like this, Y/n. I know, it isn’t fair to other men.”
-“Of course. Who could compare to you?” You watch with dreamy eyes while he eats.
He intentionally slides a fry past his lips slowly, making you focus on them. “Wish I was that fry.
-“Why would you want to be a fry? You’re so funny, Y/n.” You pout at him. Watching you drool over him while he brushes your flirting attempts off inflates his ego. It’s so cute to see you get frustrated.
-He generously allows you to walk him to his class after lunch. You stop in front of the door and stare at him expectantly.
-“Can I get a kiss goodbye?” You jokingly ask.
-“Of course,” he says. Your heart goes crazy. You close your eyes and prepare for the kiss on the lips you’ve been dreaming of, but he just gives you a quick peck on the forehead, like you’re a kid. “I’ll see you later, Y/n!”
-He goes to class, leaving you slack jawed in the hallway. Malleus walks past you and notices you in shock.
-“Y/n, are you okay?” He asks. You realize you’ve been standing there looking stupid for a while.
-“All good!” You run away, forgetting you have your own class you’re supposed to go to.
-“Lilia, what have you done to this poor woman?” Malleus sighs.
-You crumble on the steps of your dorm and scream. “LILIA, WHY DO YOU PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THIS!?!?” You yell, your voice so loud it shakes the trees. “LET ME LOVE YOU, YOU WEIRD OLD MAN!!”
-You flop on your back and groan at the sky. “Please, I need that beautiful bat so bad…”
-Lilia and Malleus walk back to their dorm together. “Lilia, why do you mistreat Y/n? If you don’t return her affection, you shouldn’t let her humiliate herself any longer,” Malleus scolds.
-“I’m simply having some fun with her before I officially accept her feelings. But, I guess you’re right that it’s gone on long enough.”
-Lilia turns around and heads in the direction of your dorm. “Don’t worry, Malleus. I will end her suffering now. Expect to see her around Diasomnia more often, because I’m never letting her leave my side!”
-Malleus smiles, glad he could help you out. “It took you long enough, Lilia. Treat Y/n well. She deserves it.”
In this Choose Your Own Adventure, you're transported into a strange world of magic. Pick your house, shape your destiny, and maybe find love along the way...?
Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "The Villains World" by Rosy
📖 Episode 2 of ?
This fic is based off the vignette where Sebek talks about how he would court someone he likes, as instructed by Lilia. I actually think Sebek would be such a devoted lover once he found someone he respected and liked enough to to pursue romantically :')
Your relationship with Sebek went from zero to a hundred within the blink of an eye.
One week he's yelling at you for breathing too close to his liege, and the next he's escorting you to all of your classes like a gentleman. All while yelling at everyone else for breathing too closely to you.
Okay. Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. But the point still stands that you have a sneaking suspicion Sebek Zigvolt has developed a teensy bit of a crush on you. You came to this conclusion based on two key observations.
For starters, anytime you make the offensive mistake of carrying your own belongings in his presence, he makes it a point to snatch whatever it is from you. Which, at first you tried to protest. A big mistake.
"I am perfectly capable of holding my own stuff, Sebek. You really don't have to–"
The words didn't even have a chance to leave your mouth before the bag was removed from your shoulder at a speed so alarming, you would almost think the bag carried a weapon and not two measly notebooks and a can of tuna you had found on clearance for Grim.
"NONSENSE." Sebek loudly declared, making several nearby students jump a mile high. Sebek carefully slung your bag over his own shoulder, all while glaring you down as if you had personally offended his entire bloodline.
"You need not burden yourself with unnecessary physical exertion! This is but one of the many duties any respectable knight should carry out!" He held his head high, clearly not seeing reason. He was being ridiculous, and you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at him.
"Uh huh... well, thank you Sebek. However would I have carried that incredibly heavy bag without the help of a strong, trustworthy knight? I may have threw my back out." Your words were laced with sarcasm, yet Sebek only took your words as the highest of praises. His cheeks dusted pink, and he immediately turned his head away from you so that you couldn't see the proud look on his face.
"Of course you would have! Humans are such fragile creatures, after all." He came to an abrupt halt as you reached your classroom, opening the door for you and ushering you inside so he could drop the bag off at your seat before rushing to his own class.
You tried to ignore Ace and Deuce's shit eating grin as they enjoyed watching you and your new personal escort.
"Right then! I shall return after class to ensure you reach your dorm safely. DO NOT TRY AND PICK UP THIS BAG IN MY ABSENCE, I cannot allow for your back to give way! In the meantime, study diligently." His gaze fell upon the two Heartslabyul first years, and with a clenched jaw he barked out at them "AS FOR YOU TWO– REFRAIN FROM DISTRACTING THE PREFECT WITH YOUR USUAL FOOLISHNESS."
And with that, he made his exit. Leaving you to sink further in your chair as the entire class silently stared directly at you with wide eyes. Some of them were confused, others were entertained, and the rest had half a mind to ask you to "blink twice if you need help."
Ace was the first to break the silence.
"Huh! I didn't know you adopted a new dog, prefect! Have you tried teaching him to roll over yet?" You elbowed him in the side, making him flinch back. "Ouch–! Hey, not my fault you managed to rizz up the weirdest guy in the whole school. You're probably stuck with his shadow looming over you for life now, bro."
"It is a little strange to see Sebek giving you royalty treatment. It's not as bad as he is with Malleus, but still." Deuce chimed in, looking at you with more sympathy than Ace had. Though, he couldn't help but admit he was also pretty amused by the entire situation. You let out a groan, dropping your face into your hands.
"I don't know what I did to get here. But can we just drop it for now? I need to focus on something else or my head might explode."
Deuce nodded, agreeing to your wishes immediately. Ace hesitantly dropped the subject, but he was going to make sure to mess with you about this for months to come.
You were so cooked.
The second observation was arguably stranger. And possibly borderline creepy, had it been coming from anyone but Sebek.
You began receiving letters. Handwritten letters that spoke of you as if you were an angel sent to Twisted Wonderland from the divine themselves. At first, you had your doubts that they were actually coming from Sebek, and you almost wondered if someone was pulling a prank on you.
That is, until one of the letters came with a picture. Of him...smiling?
Dear Prefect of Ramshakle Dorm,
Someone has brought it to my attention that you may not be used to recieveing a physical missive from the heart. However. Though I often speak my mind without second thought...for some reason, when I come face to face with your everlasting radiance, I almost find myself unable to express what I truly wish to say to you.
This is no excuse on my part. You are most deserving and worthy of high acclaim. I will do better from here on out to shower you with all the words you must hear about yourself on a daily basis. This includes topics on your emotional strength, your kindness and generosity, your breathtaking beauty. And... your courage. Which you often seem to doubt that you have.
You see, I always find it hard to believe that someone who demonstrates such remarkable courage would often diminish their own worth. Yet, you continue to surprise me. I have decided that I must take it upon myself to correct this at once.
Most mere humans cower away in fear when faced with the disasters that have begun taking place in this school as of late. However, In order to assist your peers, you have put yourself in the face of danger multiple times, despite your lack of magic at that! (Much to my immense worry for you.)
You have the commendable heart of a warrior. Not of a cowardly human. Please remember this when you are feeling less than what you truly are.
I shall begin to wrap this missive up. There is more I would like to say to you, but I know some of it should be said in person. Just know that I admire you, greatly. Far more than what may be considered appropriate.
Inside this envelope, I have attached a photo of my smiling visage for your viewing pleasure. Do with the photo what you will. And perhaps, if you wished to send a photo of yourself back...I would quite enjoy that.
From,
Sebek Zigvolt of Diasomnia Dorm.
Your jaw was practically to the floor as you read the letter to the end. You couldn't believe your eyes.
Sebek wrote all of this for you?! You didn't know he could be so...
Endearing?
You pulled the photo out of the envelope, unable to stop the snort that came out the moment you laid eyes on it. The photo was a tad bit stiff, but he held an honest smile in what looked to be a picture that someone else took for him. Did he have an entire photo shoot for this? The mental image had you wanting to double over in laughter, but you tried to compose yourself. He had pure intentions, after all.
You smiled fondly as you reread the letter, before grabbing your camera and stepping somewhere into the best lighting you could find in the dorm. You'd give him the photo he wanted next time you saw him.
The following day, you felt nervous as you walked side by side with Sebek to the cafeteria. Well... "walked" was putting it lightly. With the way Sebek stood with his back standing impossibly straight, and his eyes scanning his surroundings as if he was waiting for someone to jump out at the both of you with an axe... once again, you felt more like royalty being escorted by their trusty guard dog than a student walking around the school hallways with a friend.
You kept sneaking glances at him through the corner of your eye, hand fidgeting with the envelope you shoved in your pocket, that held the photo you took for him.
And much to your dismay, you heart had begun doing something very inconvenient ever since you read his letter to you the night before.
Because the thing about Sebek was that he never lied or played around. Sure, he may seem to exaggerate sometimes, but you knew him well enough to know by now that whatever he said was exactly how he felt.
"You appear distracted." Sebek brought you out of your thoughts with a voice that was oddly gentle coming from him. "If something troubles you, you need only to say the word."
"No, no. Nothing like that." You attempted to reassure him, but you could tell he wasnt buying it by the way his brows furrowed together. "Actually..."
You pulled out the envelope from your pocket, hand shaking slightly as you held it out to him. His eyes widened for a brief moment, looking at you with uncertainty.
"This is for you." He blinked, breath hitching in his throat as he slowly reached out to accept the envelope like it was a sacred offering from Malleus himself.
"For me?!" You quickly nodded, suddenly very interested in the patterns on the floor's tiles. He carefully began to open the envelope up, and you refused to look up at his reaction.
What if he thought it was strange? Or that you were mocking him? He was so sincere, what if you–
"I SHALL RUN TO DIASOMNIA AT ONCE TO HANG THIS PHOTO UP!" You jumped at his sudden declaration, eyes snapping to look over at him. He held a wide smile on his face, holding the photo of you up like he was looking at a priceless artifact instead of you smiling inside of your dump of a dorm.
He turned the photo around, reading the words you scribbled on the back.
For your viewing pleasure.
"You uh– you don't have to hang it up, it might cramp your gothic style and Malleus bedroom theme you have going on. It was just a silly photo–"
"You and lord Malleus both hold great importance to me. I will treasure this photo until the day I cease my breath." He cast simple magic on the photo to keep it safe, before placing it in the pocket of his uniform. You let out a sigh, shaking your head fondly at his nonsense.
"If you say so. Can I come with you back to Diasomnia, then?" You felt him stiffen, before he took in a deep breath.
"Though I would be honored to take you, I instead have a request of you." He suddenly appeared bashful, and your head tilted in curiosity as the tips of his ears turned red. "I originally wanted to wait until I could take you back to Brair Valley for this, but Lilia told me that he had a change in his wisdom and that there was no time like the present to do this...so, prefect...if you would meet me on the courtyard's bench tonight when the clock strikes midnight...there is something I wish to tell you."
You felt your heart flutter nervously in your chest, stomach twisting as your mind raced with possibilities of what he may say.
Was he going to...
"With that, I will see you tonight if you accept!"
And before you could reply, he was gone. Taking the photo of you with him.
By the time night rolled around, you were a wreck.
"You've been pacing for twenty minutes!" Grim spoke between bites of the discount tuna you gave him, watching you with an unimpressed stare. "You're makin me dizzy over here."
"I can't help it, Grim! Sebek will be here in just a few minutes. What if he wants to tell me all of this is over? That his letters to me were a mistake and he never wants to carry a book or bag for me again ever in my feeble human existence?"
"Listen up, henchhuman! I'm only gonna say this once!" Grim suddenly declared, pointing a paw at you as he stood up like he was about to give you a grand speech for a pep talk. "Take it from me, the great love expert! You're way too good for that guy. There's no way he's just gonna up and leave you, unless he just wants to die alone. If anything, you should tell him to give you compensation for your time."
You looked at Grim through narrowed eyes. "Love expert my ass! I'm not asking him to pay me for going out with him."
Your gaze shifted to your watch, and with a heavy sigh, you flick your hand at Grim, shooing him off. "Alright. Time's up. Go hide behind a bush or something and DON'T say a word, or set anything on fire unless you want to be scrubbing the campus toilets for a month straight."
"You wouldn't–!"
"Crowley would love to put you on janitor duty again. Don't try me." Grim heeded your warning, for once.
You sat yourself down on the bench as midnight approached, your hands fidgeting with each other as you attempted to calm yourself down.
You knew you were overthinking.
Sebek may be considered rude to those who didn't know him well, but he wouldn't drag you all the way out here just to say something cruel and hurt your feelings. You knew he wouldn't.
So then why were you so...
"PREFECT!" You flinched, the man of the hour suddenly appearing before you. You couldn't help but notice how...polished he looked.
Did he style his hair more than usual? And his outfit...
You had to try and stop the amused smile from spreading on your face. He really went all out for this.
"Thank you for accepting my request to meet me here tonight." He cleared his throat, taking a seat on the bench beside you, with enough space in between you for a whole other person. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but he continued speaking.
"As of late, I've been thinking a great deal."
"Oh? How dangerous." You shot back to tease him, which he decided to ignore. But not before throwing you an unimpressed side eye.
"For many years, my life has had a singular purpose. To serve and protect Lord Malleus. To become a great knight, so that I could protect Briar Valley." That much you already knew. It wasn't like he didn't talk about that constantly. "My loyalty to him will never waver, for it is my greatest honor to stand at his side." You nodded, and then Sebek's voice softened.
"However, recently...my attention became divided. I found myself distracted with thoughts and feelings I had never experienced before. And at first I thought I must have grown ill."
Your heart stuttered, urging for him to continue. His gaze landed directly onto you, and very cautiously, he slid one of his hands into yours. They were rough and calloused...as well as a bit sweaty from what you assumed were nerves.
"But then Lilia informed me that the symptoms I was experiencing was...romantic affection. Towards you."
"Sebek, I–" you couldn't finish your thought. In all honesty, you were speechless. Of all people you could pull in Twisted Wonderland, you never would have guessed it would be him.
"I will admit, I did try to correct these feelings. But I failed. The situation only worsened, and soon I felt consumed by thoughts of you."
"Consumed, huh? Is that why you started stalking me everywhere?"
"I– STALKING?! I WAS ENSURING YOUR SAFETY, HUMAN!" You let out a laugh at how flustered he suddenly became, and Sebek sighed. You were impossible.
"If that's what you wanna call it."
Sebek may have looked annoyed at your teasing, but the way his thumb tenderly brushed the back of your hand was enough to tell you that he didn't mind. He adored you, hopelessly so.
"I admire you." He spoke out. "I often wondered to myself how someone with so little power in this world could possess the strength that you do. Every day I see you doing your best, even when everything seems against you."
"And...?" You were beginning to get impatient, waiting for the words you so desperately wanted to hear–
"And. I love you, prefect." He finally ripped the bandaid off, and you swore you could almost cry. "There is no one else who could be worthy of my affections in the way that you are. I do not expect you to feel the sa–"
You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened, and you swore he looked like he was going to explode.
"I love you too, Sebek. Very much so."
And in the background, a very unimpressed Grim watched the scene unfold, unsure if he was happy for you or disgusted by all the mush he was witnessing.
He certainly wasn't looking forward to Sebek being at Ramshackle more often.
Dividers by priestboy
Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.
