Hey, can you do TWST form leaders crushing on/having a s/o with fairy wings please? (Fem or Gender Neutral)
Yes, yes, yes, I know, I'm super late. A lot of things happened and a lot more is still happening, but finallyβ¦FINALLY, I'm writing for you again. I hope that, after so much time, this hc is to your liking. Have a nice night.
Throughout his childhood, Riddle didn't have the chance to meet many people, much less people with animal features Meeting Chanyan and being in Night Raven for two years, his perspective on human features changed completely.
And at no time did anything racist cross his mind.
Even so, seeing you in your ceremonial robe, with large holes in the back, instead of the hood and pants that he was so used to seeing, was a complete surprise.
If by chance you were to be chosen for Heartslabyul, Riddle would personally take care of arranging your room to your needs, including your uniform. Unfortunately it wast'n the case, for you being sent to Ramshackle, but that virtue of yours wouldn't be monopolized by dust and dirt.
Your visits to his dorm never go unnoticed. The sunlight coming into contact with your wings always creates a beautiful rainbow, even light effects, on the walls or around you.
It's like you have a multi-colored halo following you around wherever you go.
The animals also, for some reason, love to be on your lap. Your sensitive hands, your wings moving in the air, coiled in warm sunlightβ¦
You really did look like a fairy⦠a beautiful garden fairy, straight out of a fairy tale.
And then we can see Riddle's heart start to beat even faster, making his cheeks blush in the process.
A person with animal featuresβ¦what a suprise. Although it was unusual to find someone with wings instead of ears and a tail; he also assumed that you were one of that species of bird.
It wasn't until he saw you in the botanical garden, next to a small fountain, surrounded by multiple flowers and plants, that he could see your wings more closely.
They had no feathers, they were transparent.
Anyway⦠an anomaly or something like that. Nothing that would prevent him from taking his daily nap.
But that was the problem, he couldn't, since the light that filtered through the glass of the botanical garden made your wings radiate and reflected those same rays, causing some to hit his eyes.
It wasn't until he opened his eyes furiously that Leona saw a multicolored aura on your back, accompanied by small flashes of light, as if it were stardust.
βAn angel"... was what escaped from his lips, agape, seeing you turn towards him, letting your hair delicately run along the profile of your neck, and a smile formed on your face to greet him.
Leona from now on likes to take his naps with you, allowing himself to be lulled by your non-stop chatter about your land, while he watches your wings flutter delicately, even fragilely.
He is extremely protective of you, not allowing you to visit his dorm since he doesn't trust the strength, or in this case, kindness of his dorm mates⦠It isn't a dorm that is characterized by being precisely gentle and soft in its touch.
But Leona is. And he loves to feel and run through the multiple bifurcations that your wings have on the tips of his fingers. He loves to feel the small breeze the small movement of your wings generates when you are resting.
And above all, he loves to see your wings relaxed on your bare back first thing in the morning.
What a beautiful and peculiar sight, something new to investigate. Even manipulate. It's not every day you see a fairy at school.
Let's agree that Azul was one of the few people who remembered that Malleus was half fairy, and that⦠after countless failed attempts to ask and experience his race, your figure appearing through the doors of the Monstro Lounge was like a sign directly from heaven.
Obviously you weren't there for Azul, no. You had entered simply and plainly to see the multiple aquatic creatures that had been mentioned to you on the surface, but you were unable to see them from so close. So, what better place to have an excursion to the sea than the very dorm that housed those very creatures.
Azul, seeing he was being ignored over a common fish, was about to kick you out of the lounge, with the excuse of βno drink, no showβ
And he was close, ohhh, he was so closeβ¦but when his eyes saw your transparent wings and the way the water distorted even more over them, how your wings generated small rays of sunlight that created paths for the fish and other creaturesβ¦he was simply enchanted.
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Azul is always inventing some excuses to go see you. βI brought you a potions book, maybe they will help you for the next exam.β βJade baked a couple of cookies and asked me to bring them to you.β βI saw you liked a creature from our fish tank, so I brought it to you in a medium-sized one so you can admire it as long as you want.β
βI want to draw your wingsβ It wasn't the excuse he had planned for this day. His mouth betrayed him when he saw you in a dress characteristic of your lands. You looked soβ¦ beautiful.
βSure, let me open the window to let in some light and sit on the couch.β
He nearly had a heart attack when you sat so delicately on the tangled couch, your ensemble lighting up the whole room.
Gods, Azul was in love with that light you emanated.
βWhen you fly, do you loose fairy dust?β was the first thing Kalim said when he saw you in the ceremonial robe in front of the mirror.
He was ready to take you to Scarabia immediately and leave you under the sun to admire those huge, shiny wings. His disappointment was no less when he heard you're going to Ramshackle.
But that didn't stop him from visiting you, he even spent hours in your dorm next to you, admiring and tracing lines on your wings, tickling you and laughing under your breath.
One day Jamil had to come and take him out by the ears since he was neglecting his duty as dorm leader.
Kalim walked out the door with a face of a wet dog, he even almost started crying. Being away from your wings, from you, broke his heart.
He always found a way to sit next to you in class, he even went into classes that didn't apply to him, just to see you. And obviously he got a hard time from the teachers.
One night, Kalim invited you to a party at his dorm, preparing a grand banquet, a grand decoration, asking his dorm mates to wear their best robes.
And speaking of clothes, Kalim even prepared a change of clothes for you, if you were comfortable with that, obviously. He wasn't going to force you to wear something you felt uncomfortable or unpleasant in.
His face lit up when you told him it was no problem, that you loved to wear multiple and colorful clothes. The bigger your closet, the better.
And his face lit up even more when he saw you descending the stairs in his traditional red and white hindu outfit, adorned with the finest rubies and gold medallions. A bit ostentatious for your taste, but of an exquisite and soft finesse.
But the greatest ornament you wore was not the jewelry, nor the small and half headband that circled from the middle of your forehead back; but your smile. That ear-to-ear smile that he loved to admire so much.
The intention of the evening was to get you dancing, to make you spin to the tune of cheerful music, even to chat for hours. But Kalim was only interested in one thing. And that was the way the starting of your wings was delicately embraced by the soft fabric of the sari.
βMirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful creature in the school?β
It was no surprise for Vil to see his reflection on his huge magic mirror, he was still the most beautiful person in the schoolβ¦but he was disappointed to know that the same mirror had ignored his question. He didnβt ask about person, but about creature.
Now, donβt get me wrong, your own being was that of a person of flesh and blood, but your structure had a beastly partβ¦like the Savannahclaw motto.
Vil was disappointed not to see your image in the mirrorβs reflection.
Yes, Vil was enchanted by the beauty and brightness that characterized fairies, features he had never seen, and that you, who possessed the brightest and most beautiful wings that he had seen in his short life, were in this school specifically for villainsβ¦well, it was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste.
Whenever he could, he left his duties as dorm leader to see your profile in the corridors or sitting in the gardens. He admired the silhouette of your back, perfectly upright to support the weight of the wings, although to the naked eye, they gave the sensation of being made of paper, breakable and fragile paper.
Vil fantasized day and night being able to touch them, feel them with the tips of his fingers. He wished with a fierce intensity to be the owner of the laughter and small sounds that would surely be caused by the caresses he oh so deliciously wanted to give you. So much desire happened, without warning.
And from that day on, Vil only had eyes for you, for your figure, for your eyes, for your smile, for your light.
Yes, Vil was initially obsessed with the beauty of your fairy side, but now, deeper in their relationship, Vil was in love with your own beauty.
The way your back curved to change your top garment, the way your hair seemed like a continuation of those transparent wings. The way your figure fit so well with his when taking pictures, as your smile was the most striking thing in the shot.
The way the violet color reflected on the bifurcations of your wings and when the morning light hit them, it generated a beautiful and delicate violet ray.
Vil had never loved the uniform's violet color so much until you tried it on and wished with all his inner fire that you had been assigned to Pomefiore.
He saw you in flying class, without a broom, and yet you were flying with a grace that even the best flying wizard had.
And not to mention the little sparkles that floated around you as your wings fluttered. He was so mesmerized that he almost knocked over a tree.
Despite his reserved nature, Idia was irresistibly drawn to you. There was something about the way your wings unfolded, as if they were an extension of your own essence, that aroused in him a mixture of curiosity and admiration.
One day, after a long period of observation from a distance, which lasted for months, Idia decided to make an effort to get closer. He decided to approach the botanical garden, your little space of rest and relaxation to start a first conversation. Finding you lying on the grass, with your back to him, Idia couldn't help but blush.
There was something about the combination of natural elements and magic that felt like an extension of your personal charm. He blushed so much that he had to close his eyes to calm his poor, mortal heart, which was pounding like it was about to burst out of his chest.
Then he opened them again, you were floating above him, head down, letting your hair float in a strange way and your eyes were at the same height as his.
Idia realized that there was something more than fascination in his heart. Every time you laughed or moved your wings, he felt a spark in his chest, a warmth that couldn't be explained only by his fascination to that same sparkle your own wings gave off. It was something deeper, something that had slowly begun to blossom inside him.
From that day on, Idia began to look for excuses to spend time by your side, not only in the gardens, but also in the most common corners of the school.
He looked for you at your dorm, he took you to his. You showed him how wonderful nature could be on your lap, he showed you how peaceful time could be in a glimpse of the underworld.
Even at your side, he could feel like an eternal spring was lodged in his heart, waiting to receive the rays of your smile every day.
Malleus, seeing you for the first time, a new student with fairy wings, someone of his own race, was captivated not only by your ethereal beauty, but also by the sense of ancient magic that emanated from you. To him, those wings represented a connection to the ancient myths, legends, and cultures he had studied so much for centuries.
Every time he saw you running through the grey halls of the school, his heart beat with a mix of intrigue and admiration, an unusual curiosity he had never felt before.
Malleus began leaving small gifts in the garden. Enchanted flowers and jewels that seemed to resonate with a soft glow, as if they were meant to be worn by you.
He felt an enormous sense of protection towards you. He saw you as tiny, fragile. He always made sure, from a distance, that you were safe. Even if it earned a reprimand from Lilia βyou seem like a pretty shady stalkerβ
In your presence he often found himself in a state of silent admiration, caught up in the contemplation of your elegance and natural magic.
Malleus took any opportunity to be near you, even in everyday situations like walks around campus or visits to the library. Just being by your side was more than enough to melt his heart of stone.
Sometimes, at night and with the brightness of the stars as the only things present, Malleus surprised you with little surprises: an enchanted melody that only you could hear or a series of handwritten notes, full of sincere and tender confessions. A real Don Juan.
It wasnβt until the evening of a school festival that Malleus gathered the courage to ask for your handβ¦for a dance together under the moonlight. And dance, you danced, until the music stopped, until all you could hear were their moderately agitated breathing, until the light of dawn began to shine and welcome a new day.
Both of you danced until a bright, multi-colored aura surrounded you.
