first kiss hcs ; twisted wonderland
‘what your first kiss with my faves would be like; a birthday gift to myself’
lilia vanrouge / malleus draconia / riddle rosehearts / silver vanrouge / skully j. graves x gender neutral ! reader insert
lilia vanrouge
a complete and utter wind up merchant to his core, a fae that strives to cause mischief wherever he goes, and endearingly softened by his age and his time as a parent, it should almost go without saying that your first kiss with lilia is sure to be about as romantic and memorable as it will be spontaneous and perhaps even startling — as most things tend to be whenever he gets involved these days… oh how far he’s come from his days as a general
there really is no shortage of circumstances under which your first kiss with him could happen, regardless of who initiates, because of just how much lilia likes to live in the moment — and, in return, just how much he gleefully encourages you to do the same
maybe he dropped down from above with every intent to startle you out of your own skin, but found himself enraptured by how the light danced in your eyes or lost himself in the chiming sound of your laughter and instead shifted his focus on the spot — dropping right in front of you and placing a kiss square on your lips, swallowing your startled gasp, stealing your breath, and leaving you buffering in place for a good few minutes while he laughed at both his own childish impulsivity and the charming look on your face
maybe you were in his dorm room, messy though it may be, using his own notes as a reference for an essay you’re writing while he loses himself to the latest shooter game he and gloomurai have gotten into — something something war… the title eludes you, but you’re glad he’s having fun. and maybe he wins that round and cries out in victory, smiling so widely you can see his fangs poking out in the most adorable way, and when he looks at you to make sure you were paying attention you just couldn’t help but gently grasp the side of his face and peck him on the lips. brief and impulsive and yet still enough to pinken his cheeks and leave you scrambling to apologise before he assures you that he had absolutely no objections to what you just did
maybe you two were out on an actual date, to a local theme park perhaps, and after plenty of prompting and teasing from him you two ended up on a rollercoaster that had absolutely no business being created. taller and faster and more looping than anything you’ve ever seen, and while you’re caught between screaming and laughing, watching the sights and burying your face into his shoulder, lilia is just watching you and getting a kick out of both your bravery and your hilarious response. and then you look at him, trusting and terrified and clearly hyped on adrenaline, and he leans over to press his lips against yours without even a second of hesitation — bumping his nose against yours awfully in the process due to his own bad timing
but no matter what prompted your first kiss you can be sure that it will very swiftly be followed by the second, and third, and about as many more as he can get away with giving to you before you two have to pull apart once again — grinning and giddy as children, the taste of mischief and laughter and something red on your lips all the while
malleus draconia
after a lifetime of social isolation, of being feared as a monster or revered practically as a god with almost no one that ever treated him as anything in between, malleus goes into your relationship wholly lacking any sort of meaningful experience but wanting nothing more than to be the boyfriend — husband, ideally, but that can wait until you’re ready — that you deserve. and that unwavering determination, that earnestly given fae promise, to do this right naturally lends itself to a first kiss that happens with intention, a great deal of planning, and absolutely no surprise for you
after all, for as prideful as malleus can be he’s also terrified of scaring you off or offending you due to his lack of experience with social norms and practical courting behaviours, so unlike his father he makes it a point to ask you before he even thinks about taking that next step
he takes great pains to plan out the time and location, ensuring that you won’t be tailed by your nosy friends or interrupted by his retainers by asking for your time well in advance and meticulously tracking the weather to find a night with the clearest sky — no clouds, no rain, not too cold and not too warm… and if the weather turns he can always cast a quick spell to help set the atmosphere he had in mind, it’s not like it would be especially difficult for him after all
it happens during a midnight walk through the forest on campus, of course — a staple of your acquaintanceship, then friendship, and now relationship that has come to be a comforting and oh so very needed part of his routine — where instead of leading you to some ruin he’s stumbled upon and wanted to share, as he usually would, he instead tenderly leads you out to a clearing. somewhere private and quiet, with a clear view of the moon and where the distant chatter of campus, which always manages to continue no matter how hard the housewardens push for a consistent curfew, can’t reach you
once you’re there, glowing under the faint light of an uncountable number of stars and you can see the moon reflecting in his eyes, he gracefully, regally, lowers himself to your eyeline and asks, with the utmost formality (as he always does) and an unfamiliar undertone of vulnerability, if he could kiss you. more of a plea than a question, really, and for those few moments between his ask and your approval it’s easy to forget that he’s a dragon wearing fae’s skin
and when you kiss, finally and inevitably, it feels warm and final and right. clumsy and inexperienced, still, but slow and loving and passionate enough to make up the difference. and after returning home, you fall asleep with a smile clinging faintly to your lips and dream of his warmed cheeks and dilated eyes and hands trembling with the effort to be gentle in ways he’s never known how to be before you
riddle rosehearts
riddle rosehearts is, despite the leaps and bounds he’s made in bettering himself in the aftermath of his overblot, someone who lives his life with a very specific set of rules in mind. of course there are the rules left behind by the queen of hearts, the 810 golden guidelines by which he governs himself and his dorm, but there are also the unwritten rules of life that he had drilled into him by his parents and the other adults around him when he was growing up — rules about how one ought to go about relationships, how one ought to structure their life, and so on
and while he’d like to say that he’s become more open to spontaneity in recent months, riddle has still found himself falling back on those unspoken expectations when it comes to your relationship. so if left up to him your first kiss would end up occurring in a very specific and, to him, expected way — with some room for surprises as he’s not quite so mad as to presume you’d act precisely how he thinks you should… not anymore, anyway
you’d be on a date, at least your fifth or perhaps later depending on how long you’ve been together at the time (no amount of scheduling can account for all of the maddening situations the school throws at you both, after all), having a wonderful conversation over some tea and baked goods, and while walking you back to your dorm (as any gentleman should!) he’d ask for your permission to kiss you farewell. and it would be chaste and sweet and you’d part ways equally flustered and happy… okay, perhaps he’d be more visibly flustered by the whole thing, but that’s beside the point!
but, of course, real life and your relationship aren’t so easily scheduled and things didn’t go quite as riddle had hoped — though, frankly, he can hardly say he minded
maybe you beat him to the punch and surprised him by asking for a kiss during a study date or while helping him with unbirthday party errands and caught him so off guard that he went bright red (but nodded his permission anyway), maybe you just couldn’t help yourself and pecked him on the lips impulsively while bidding him good night and got to watch your poor boyfriend go red and struggle to regain his composure for a good few minutes afterwards, maybe you two actually made it to the date but he got so in his head that he forgot to ask and you put him out of his misery and kissed him instead
no matter how it happened, though, it surely left you grinning, perhaps a bit amused at your dear riddle’s expense, and left with the faintest taste of strawberry jam and fresh pastries lingering on your lips and tongue for a bit afterwards… maybe you should ask him to have trey bake some more tarts for your next date. to celebrate your first kiss, of course (the first of many, especially if he keeps responding so strongly to them…)
silver vanrouge
silver vanrouge: an infamously oblivious founding member of the ‘facepalm brigade’, a young man who practically embodies the idea of the chivalrous knight, and someone who will not think to initiate your first kiss unless pushed in the right direction by his father, by a particularly pleasant dream, or by a very straightforward request by you — because sevens know that just hinting at it will not get through to him, not unless your particular style of ‘hints’ are the most heavy handed requests on the planet
after all, as you’re his partner he wants to prioritise your comfort and wellbeing as much as he possibly can and, as such, takes a much slower and almost traditional approach to your relationship — letting each milestone come at whatever time felt right rather than rushing towards some arbitrary deadline just because your classmates insisted you two were falling behind. because you come first to him, and silver is honestly just happy that he gets to call you his, so unless you state a desire that’s contrary to what he’s doing he will just continue to go down the chivalrous route
but whether he’s pushed by a dream (or his father, or you), or you finally take matters into your own hands, your first kiss with silver will still end up being a rather spontaneous affair. not anywhere near to the same extent as, say, his father, but unplanned and earnest all the same
maybe you’re laying together under the shade of a tree after a particularly exhausting day, surrounded by his woodland friends as they scurry and settle around you both, and as he tries to fight sleep he finds himself staring at you and recalling all of lilia’s teasing remarks over the past few weeks — suddenly much more awake than before as he finally puts the pieces together. and then, maybe, he sits up, takes your hands gently in his own and asks you, his voice unbearably soft and sweet and slightly deepened from an earlier nap that he still hasn’t quite fully shaken off, if he can kiss you, face somehow both stoic and softened in a way that gives away just how nervous and yet certain of himself he is as he awaits your response
or maybe you found yourself completely and utterly enamoured with him while watching him spar with sebek, entranced by his strength and precision and the way the sun reflected off of his aural eyes in a way that should definitely be illegal, and couldn’t help but pull him to a semi-private nook close to the training area and press your lips to his. stealing his breath and composure in a single chaste peck, and leaving him pink about the cheeks and speechless in a way that immediately gave away what happened and surely earned him a lot of teasing from his dorm mates — not that he’d ever complain about such a wonderful gesture… he only wishes he’d been able to reciprocate properly in the moment, that’s all
either way though the kiss itself is soft and chaste and sweet, more of a gentle brushing of his lips against yours but still warmed by passion and so rich with adoration you can taste it. and, of course, it’s swiftly followed by the second and third and fourth until you lose count, curled up in each other’s arms and smiling so broadly your cheeks start to ache, and yet neither of you is especially keen to pull away, to end this blissful moment. and silver is left, afterwards, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t a dream… and if it was that this particular dream could last forever
skully j. graves
skully is someone who prides himself on his chivalrous and gentlemanly nature, who greets others warmly and with a chaste kiss to the back of the hand, who always offers his arm when you go out together, who makes every effort to be polite and earnest in his courtship of you even when he’s nervous beyond belief or at a point in his life where he’s starting to embrace a more whimsical and playful side to his personality. so, then, it’s pretty fifty-fifty whether your first kiss with him will be a spur of the moment thing initiated by one of you, or something that he goes a bit out of his way to plan
if left to him, he’d do whatever he could to ensure that the whole experience — because, naturally, he plans a whole date as a preamble to your first kiss because he is a gentleman — is as memorable and enjoyable for you as possible, catering to you both by planning activities he knows you’ll both enjoy. maybe even theme it around halloween despite it not being the right season, just in a more subtle way, if only as a means of easing his nerves a bit
but chances are one of you will break and initiate something out of the blue before he ever gets around to arranging the romantic evening he had started to plan — not that he’s complaining, of course, but the point still stands
maybe you’re walking back home after running some errands and he’s gushing about all the wonderful plans he has for halloween and how he can’t wait to spread his beloved holiday all over the globe, and you’re so enamoured by his passionate words and the determined glint in his eyes that you can’t stop yourself from pecking him on the lips. unfortunately stopping him in the middle of his sentence as his mind stalls and his whole face flushes a delightful shade of pink, too flustered and flattered and happy to form a proper thought for an embarrassing few moments before he collects himself enough to grin, wide and giddy in a way that shows off that charming tooth gap of his, and thank you properly
or maybe you two were busy decorating his dorm in advance for the halloween season, laughing and joking and being all disgustingly adorable in that way young couples tend to be, and then the lamp light catches you just right and he finds himself struck by how happy you look. how broad your smile is, how your eyes are glittering with glee. and all because you’re with him, because you’re indulging him with his greatest passion in a way no one else ever has. and that realisation has his mouth working before his mind as he asks, reverent and impulsive and lacking all of his usual purple prose, if he can kiss you. and then he does, like you’re the only thing that matters
either way, though, you’ll be left grinning like jack-o-lanterns with the lingering taste of sugar on your lips, with a grinning skully peppering kisses all over your face and neck and hands — the whole while excitedly spewing a whole string of compliments and praise and thanks, all so earnest you’d almost be convinced you’d just given him unfettered access to jack skellington himself. it’s sweet and clumsy and so very skully, and for that you’d happily call it a perfect first kiss
