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oh my goodness the fic with the swimsuits is so good đđ would you maybe consider doing a second part and including some more characters? especially jamil and jade maybe đ
evil laugh Let's go with the Vice Dorm Leaders, shall we? Dorm leaders here For context:
Trey
Our dear Trey here had volunteered to âsuperviseâ when the pool opened. You know, make sure no one drowns, that the first-years donât pull anything stupid, that Riddle doesnât spontaneously combust.
YK. The usual. Trey⌠the calm, reliable, responsible vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul.
And when you step out of the changing room wearing your swimsuit inspired by his elegant dorm: red details, structured lines, lace just dangerous enough, Trey didnât expect to enjoy the sight the way he absolutely is.
âWell⌠thatâs definitely going to cause troubleâ Trey stares a second longer than he probably should.
Up close, the way the sunlight hits your skin, the water clinging to the fabric just a little tighter⌠yeah. Our pastry chef is tense.
Too tense
And he canât help noticing the little things: the sway of your hips as you walk, the tiny shiver when you dip into the water⌠the way others look at you.
He doesnât like the looks. Not one bit. He doesnât like that two first-years nearly ran into each other, nor the way someone did a blatant double take.
He sticks by your side the entire time, occasionally glancing around, still playing the part of making sure no one drowns or gets hurt.
But he canât help watching your soaked body as you start swimming, taking the opportunity to rest his hand on your lower back to âhelpâ you float.
âIf youâre going to look that good, at least let me pretend Iâm the only one who gets the full viewâ
Trey keeps enjoying the day, keeps supervising, keeps looking out for you and swimming at your side. But everyone can see heâs claimed the spot next to you, his hand resting on your waist beneath the water, pulling you in close.
And he has no intention of moving.
Ruggie
Ruggie was having the time of his life: cool pool, free snacks, chaos everywhere; splashing people just because he could and wanted to, swiping towels to mess with his dormmates, occasionally snatching a first-yearâs juice when they werenât looking.
But when you step out of the changing room in that Savannaclaw-inspired swimsuit, radiating confidence and walking like the world bows at your feetâŚ
Ruggie decides he hates everyone. Not you, obviously â that divinity has him completely wrapped around your finger. He hates every single damn classmate staring as you walk toward the water, having wildly impure thoughts about his goddess of a girlfriend.
âOi. Whatâre you gawkinâ at?!â
Youâre mid-step into the water when he grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it off in one swift motion. Before you can react, he pulls it down over your head.
âWhat?â He grins, sharp and smug. âYouâre distractinâ the whole placeâ
Once youâre in the water, Ruggie stops messing with everyone else, stops splashing passersby⌠and starts splashing you instead.
And he mightâve just realized that giving you his shirt to âcover upâ while you swim⌠yeah. A soaked shirt leaves very little to the imagination.
Ruggie doesnât know which is worse: the image of your body beautifully wrapped in that stunning but absolutely dangerous excuse of a swimsuit⌠or the shirt plastered against you, outlining every curve.
Every time someone stares too long, Ruggie bares his fangs and might even use âLaugh with Meâ to send them scattering.
Those two images are for him only, reserved for the privacy of his room, where he can watch Savannaclawâs colors glow against your skin.
Maybe heâll start charging for sneak peeks⌠not before sampling the merchandise himself, though.
Jade
If anyone looked completely in his element, it was Jade. He was savoring the water with an elegance that bordered on suspicious. Some even wondered if heâd shift into his merfolk form just to enjoy it more.
And if Jade turned into an eel, it would be over for everyone else in that pool.
Lucky for them (or maybe not), Jadeâs attention was entirely taken up by you the moment you stepped out wearing that Octavinelle-inspired swimsuit: pearls, seashells, delicate scales decorating your legs.
Predator mode activated
His eyes trail over you without shame, just with a slow, calculated thoroughness that sends a small shiver down your spine under the weight of his gaze.
Blame the water before the eel gets even more cynical.
âWhat an interesting choice⌠it highlights exactly what it shouldâ
If Jade had been enjoying the pool and summer heat like a second habitat before⌠now he had the missing piece.
His prey His beautiful company on this sweltering day.
Jade doesnât bother coming up with excuses to stay at your side, nor does he need to bare his teeth to drive off wandering eyes. One glance over your shoulder at the flock of vultures is more than enough.
The image of you swimming freely, drifting back and forth, hair wet (and body too, obviously), so at ease within his âmini territoryââŚ
What Jade wouldnât give to have his siren in Octavinelle, singing just for him.
Jamil
Jamil wasnât particularly excited about the pool. Heâs used to the heat; he can handle it. Besides, thereâs too much noise, too many people, too much chaos.
And then you walk toward the water in that swimsuit blending deep reds, black, and gold jewelry accents that gleam under the sunâŚ
Yeah. Jamil is seconds away from losing his composure.
Internally, of course. Externally, his posture barely shifts. Just a subtle tightening of his shoulders and a slow, steady inhale.
He slips off his sleeveless hoodie and pulls it down over your head. Itâs far too big, hanging just low enough to brush the tops of your thighs.
âI donât like people looking at what isnât theirsâ
Jamil might not step into the pool right away, but he stays seated at the edge, feet in the water, watching as you float, sunlight skimming over your exposed skin and turning every droplet into liquid gold.
You can enjoy the day however you want. Swim. Lounge in the sun. Do whatever you please.
Jamil will remain off to the side, keeping an eye on things, making sure no one gets too close.
If anyone even dares to speak to you, even to ask about your swimsuit, he appears behind you, arm sliding around your waist. âI picked it out. Got a problem?â
Possessive much?
Is he lying? Yes. Does he care? Not in the slightest. Do the others know? No â and thatâs exactly how Jamil prefers it.
The rest of the day, he doesnât let you drift more than five steps away. Wherever you go, heâs right there beside you.
Heâs not about to let his diamond slip through his fingers.
Rook
Rook, of course, had already turned the pool opening into his own artistic spectacle. Hat shielding him from the sun, robe slightly parted to reveal his swimsuit, fan in hand to keep from perspiring too much. We wouldnât want Vil scolding him for ruining his makeup or neglecting proper sun precautions, now would we?
But when you step out of the changing room, Rook freezes for exactly one second. A hunter cannot remain stunned for long â or he loses sight of his prey.
He presses a hand to his chest, dramatically overwhelmed at the sight of you in that Pomefiore-inspired swimsuit: delicate cut, sheer details, lace, your curves laid out for his appreciation.
âC'est Magnifique! the dichotomy of the bare skin both cover and notâ
You know that when Rook sees something beautiful, a true masterpiece, he proclaims it to the world.
And you? You are his newly unveiled work of art. He is thriving.
His eyes trace you with artistic devotion⌠but beneath that aesthetic admiration lies something deeper, more carnal.
âIt would be a crime to let something so sublime walk beneath this sun without proper protection.â
When you slip into the water to cool off, Rook follows, moving with effortless grace at your side, drifting close enough to adjust a strap that had slipped a single inch. A very important inch.
His fingers linger a second longer than strictly necessary.
If he notices someone edging too close...and by too close he means within five yards, or even staring a little too long, Rook simply offers them a smile.
A smile that promises a hunt relentless enough to drive them mad.
That day, beneath the blazing sun, surrounded by water, your body drenched and your curves on display, you were his favorite exhibit.
And he intended to admire it up close. Very up close.
Lilia
As expected, Lilia was thoroughly enjoying the chaos. Students trying not to run, and absolutely failing, adrenaline everywhere, boys worked up over a single day the school allowed them near water.
The heat, the tension hanging in the air⌠ah, what a time to be young. Front-row entertainment.
And of course, he had the best seat in the house when you stepped out of the changing room and sunlight wrapped itself around your body.
Lilia may have centuries tucked up his sleeve, but heâs still weak when it comes to the ones he loves. And you⌠oh sweetheart, he doesnât just love you.
If he could, heâd devour you on the spot.
Just seeing you in that Diasomnia-inspired swimsuit: electric greens, wing-like accents, straps far too thin to be considered decent .
That razor-sharp grin stretching across his face? Never a good sign.
âOh~ my favorite snack just walked out.â
His red eyes roam shamelessly as you approach, lingering on the details at your chest and the delicate straps at your hips⌠thin enough that one careless tug of his fingers could land you both in very compromising territory.
But when he sees how many heads turn at once to stare at youâŚ
Ah. No. Absolutely not.
âTrying to start a territorial war without warning me, hm?â He spins you playfully before draping his own towel over your shoulders.
For the rest of the day, he floats near you, sometimes splashing around, sometimes challenging you to races. The occasional cannonball on his part.
Lilia is having far too much fun, and having you to himself, soaked, skin on displayâŚ
It makes him impatient for the day to end⌠so he can soak you in other ways entirely.
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Twisted wondeland characters reacting to these? Pls? đđĽşđŤśđ
Thereâs also the first version of Inghygde (is that how you write it? Im probably wrong), but you dont have to do it if u dont want to <3
Okay. I know this is lingerie, and maybe it wasn't the reaction you wanted, I can do it again if that's what you want⌠but my mind immediately went to this idea when I saw the pictures. Vice Dorm leader here
Ok? oki doki, I hope you'll have a beatiful day.
Summer had officially arrived at Night Raven College, bringing with it an almost unbearable heatwave. The school's grand, glittering pool, usually reserved for swimming classes and the occasional âspecial eventâ was finally open for student use, and the excitement among the boys was palpable. After weeks of lectures, essays, and magical mishaps, the prospect of cooling off under the sun felt like a reward hard-earned.
There was, however, one small complication: you were the only girl at a school full of eccentric, competitive, and sometimes overly dramatic boys. And, of course, nothing at Night Raven was ever simple, not even buying a swimsuit.
The school didnât provide swimwear for girls (obviously), so you had to find something on your own. After a bit of searching, and a lot of internal groaning...you ended up at Sâs Mystery Shop, which claimed to have âeverything you could ever need... and things you didnât even know you wanted.â Sam, always one for dramatic flair, pulled out a collection of swimsuits that matched the dormsâ unique styles. You werenât sure if he was messing with you or if this was some bizarre, otherworldly merchandise exclusive to twisted magical schools.
You picked one, equal parts cute and scandalously bold, and prepared to face the pool⌠and the reactions of your dorm leader.
Riddle
Good thing the pool finally opened, because the heat was starting to get unbearable, even for Riddle.
Wearing the school-issued swimsuit and a light open shirt, he stepped into the water, deep enough to relax, but not enough to lose his composure.
The cold water was perfect against his sun-warmed skin⌠until it wasnât.
The moment he saw you walking confidently toward the pool, his face turned even redder than his hair...if that was even possible, at least three shades darker.
The swimsuit hugged your skin and body perfectly, as if it had been made just for you⌠and that alone made his mind short-circuit.
âYou look⌠incredible.â
Respect first, always. But inside his head, a thousand improper thoughts clashed and tangled, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, they kept surfacing.
All the time you spent in the water, swimming, doing slow strokes, or simply floating. Riddle struggled to maintain his composure.
It was hard. Very hard.
Every now and then, his eyes wandered back to you, watching how the colors of his dormâs uniform accentuated your skin tone, how every detail soaked and clung even closer to your body.
Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together
Anyone passing by Riddle could feel that the water around him was warmer than it shouldâve been.
That day at the pool didnât help cool down the summer heat at all⌠it only opened the door to another kind of heat, one he planned to take care of later that night, when he finally had you in his arms.
Leona
Darling⌠I hope youâre ready to have a lion as your personal bodyguard all day, 'cause Leona isnât going to let ANYONE get near you; hell, he wonât even let them look at you.
Itâs one thing for him to wander around his dorm shirtless, or to have you half-naked in the comfort of his room, that exquisite view reserved for his eyes only.
But seeing you in that pathetic excuse for a swimsuit, in the water, with half the school devouring you with their eyes?
Nope⌠absolutely not.
The second you stepped out of the changing room, Leona was already pulling his dorm shirt over your head and guiding you toward a bench, away from the vulturesâ gaze.
âYou trying to make me jealous, or you just want to start something in front of everyone?â
Beneath that mask of possessiveness and protectiveness, Leona was still devouring you with his eyes, counting the hours until he could make you his again in the privacy of his room.
It took A LOT to convince him to let you into the water, but after a few kisses and some persuasive words, Leona finally gave in.
He joined you in the pool, wrapping an arm around you, sometimes playing with your bikini strap, snapping it lightly against your shoulder.
Watching the water cling to your body, the droplets sliding down your sun-warmed skin and disappearing between the valley of your breasts⌠Leona was about to lose it.
The swimsuit was gorgeous, he wonât deny that. Deep down, heâd love for you to model it again, but only for him, behind closed doors.
The colors of Savanaclaw look far too good on you.
Azul
The water is his natural element, which is why this day was more than relaxing for him, and being able to share it with his beloved was bound to be deeply satisfying.
But⌠yikes. For someone used to seeing all kinds of half-naked bodies under the sea, all sorts of creatures surrounded by shimmering currents⌠he absolutely did not expect to see you wearing that.
The seashell-shaped top, the subtle scale-like patterns over your legs and arms⌠yeah, we lost Azul.
Someone call Floyd and Jade...emergency situation, octopus down.
Azul adjusted his glasses, mostly to keep his hands busy, because otherwise he wasnât sure what they might do.
When you swam closer to him, the poor guy nearly turned to ink.
He was completely red, honestly, he could give Riddle a run for his money.
âThat looks⌠exquisite.â
For a moment, he just gawked. The elegance and ethereal shimmer of your swimsuit highlighted every one of your charms, making you look like a mermaid about to steal his heart.
He tried to keep up his confident businessman façade, but it was painfully obvious he was devouring you with his eyes, the glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, a blush creeping high across his cheeks.
He couldnât stop imagining you dancing among bubbles and pearls, like something out of the dreams he used to have about the Lounge.
Every time you moved in the water, the fabric clinging to your skin, sunlight tracing every curve, Azul thought he might need an ice bucket; or maybe the entire pool filled with ice.
He offered, more than once, for you to sit beside him at the poolâs edge, always using the excuse to tuck your damp hair gently behind your ear.
All day long, Azul battled between temptation and composure. That swimsuit was a double-edged sword: it showcased your beauty⌠and his utter weakness for you.
The image of you in that swimsuit was going to haunt him long after summer was over.
Kalim
Ever since the pool opened, Kalim hadnât missed a single chance to invite you, nor to organize a âsmallâ pool party for the entire dorm!
He was the first to arrive, splashing everyone around, wearing a red and gold swimsuit with exotic patterns, a light open tunic, and huge sunglasses.
But the moment you stepped out of the changing room wearing the Scarabia swimsuit, those golden and earthy tones, the dangling charms, the coin details, and the way the tied knots highlighted your figure, Kalim nearly forgot how to float.
He just stared at you, eyes sparkling, a huge grin lighting up his face, completely mesmerized.
This time, though, it wasnât just innocent admiration; for a heartbeat, his pupils dilated, and that grin turned undeniably mischievous.
âYou⌠you look so beautiful!! I mean, you always do, but⌠wow. I think you just made it hotter out here!â
He tried to play it off, spinning you around by the hand and laughing, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He couldnât stop looking at you, the color of your swimsuit made you look like a desert goddess bathed in sunlight.
Every time you came near, his gaze lingered, soft, but hungry in the most genuine way, the kind of yearning reserved only for someone deeply adored.
He made sure you were comfortable, offering cold drinks, fresh fruit, and all the fun in the world, ready to grant your every whim that day.
The stares from others didnât go unnoticed; Kalim grew just a bit more possessive, slipping an arm around your waist in the water, his fingers occasionally toying with the edge of your swimsuit, brushing your wet skin without even realizing it.
Amid all the laughter and splashing, there were quiet moments when Kalim got lost, watching you with that mix of innocence and restrained desire, lips parted, throat tight, leaning in just a little closer as if the whole world had vanished.
He dared to whisper, just for you: âIf we were alone right now⌠I think Iâd have a hard time keeping my hands off you.â
For the first time, you truly felt the heat of Scarabia in full force.
Kalim, vulnerable and burning with longing, heart pounding wildly, waiting for the night to fall so he could have you all to himself.
Vil
The pool event was inevitable; but Vil, of course, turned it into an impromptu runway: violet sunglasses, a light silk robe draped over the perfect swimsuit, flawless skin gleaming under the sunlight, as if he were shooting a commercial.
When you stepped out of the locker room wearing the Pomefiore swimsuit: an elegant cut, subtle purple accents, sheer details, and that ethereal aura that seemed made for you, Vil went utterly silent for a full second.
His eyes trailed over you from head to toe, admiring the way the fabric fell, how it fit against your skin, the delicate shimmer that made you look almost unreal.
You caught the faint twitch of his lower lip, the way his fingers tightened slightly around the glass of whatever drink he was holding.
âYou do realize,â he said softly, voice low and meant for your ears alone, âthat you look⌠dangerously exquisite, right?â
Outwardly, he kept his composure, poised, regal, every inch the perfect model.
But up close, his gaze told another story: intense, deep, tracing you as if trying to memorize every inch of skin glowing under the sun.
In the water, swimming beside you, Vil couldnât help brushing his fingers lightly against you whenever you passed too close, admiring how the swimsuit seemed designed to highlight everything that drove him wild about you.
During breaks, he shared his towel with you, and if he saw you shiver from the breeze, heâd wrap his arms around you, using the excuse of protecting your flawless skin from the cold, when in truth he just wanted you closer.
Every so often, heâd lean in to whisper, âDarling, if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to teach you the true meaning of heatstrokeâŚâ
For all the elegance and glamour, there was something undeniably carnal in the way he looked at you that day. Vil was fire beneath ice, and you were the spark threatening to melt him.
Idia
Idia had planned to spend the afternoon in his dorm, gaming in peace, but Ortho literally dragged him to the pool with the promise that the Wi-Fi was faster outside and fewer people were connected.
He dressed simply, in pure Idia fashion: dark blue shorts, an old T-shirt from his favorite anime, and of course, headphones hanging around his neck, his emotional support armor.
He stayed near the shadows, sitting on a distant bench, trying to blend into the backgroundâŚ
Until he saw you step out of the locker room wearing that swimsuit straight out of the underworld.
The electric blue, the âtechâ detailing, and the way the cut hugged your figure made the flames of his hair flicker from pale blue to a shy orange in an instant.
Wh-?! Thatâs⌠illegal! Illegal levels of beauty detected!
Idia completely froze, eyes wide, torn between hiding further or staring longer.
He tried to disguise his blush by sinking lower into the shades, but every time you lifted your head or smiled in his direction, his hair sparked brighter and pinker and his face burned hotter.
Internally, he was spiraling.
This canât be real⌠she canât be this close⌠should I say something? Is she looking at me? Am I floating or unconscious?!
Ortho, being Ortho, gave him a helpful shove, sending him right next to you. Idia barely managed a stuttering, âYou look⌠um⌠really⌠wow⌠like a cyber siren or somethingâŚ!â
Every time you moved through the water, Idia tried to look away, but he never lasted more than five seconds before sneaking another glance.
He offered you his towel, mumbling that âit probably dries better. Itâs Ignihyde tech,â but really, it was just an excuse to be near you, to see you smile at him.
Inside his head, the loop was endless: Best. Pool. Day. Ever. Too much. System overheating. Need to rebootâŚ
Malleus
For Malleus, the pool was almost a fascination: water contained and gleaming, surrounded by laughter and human magic, so unlike the gothic stillness of Briar Valley.
He rarely joined social activities, but that day, intrigued by this âsummer ritualâ of humans, and more importantly, by your excitement; he decided to take part, allowing himself to be led by your invitation.
He didnât quite understand swimsuit conventions, so he asked beforehand if he should bring his cloak.
âNo, Malleus. Please donât bring the cloak.â
When he saw you emerge wearing the Diasomnia-inspired swimsuit; deep black, streaked with electric green, with cutouts that hinted at scales and wings, Malleus watched you, though not with the mundane awe of the others.
His eyes, usually calm and ancient, lingered on the edges of the swimsuit, on how the fabric suggested wings and scales, on the way the sunlight caressed the curve of your neck, the strength of your legs, the elegance of your silhouette.
For a moment, he forgot his surroundings entirely: the noise of others faded to a distant hum, and there was only the contrast of black and green against your skin.
You approached, and Malleus inclined his head slightly, as if greeting an equal.
âSuch a garment⌠it suits you. There is power in it. You look as if you could command storms, or perhaps, hearts.â
He asked whether humans commonly wore such revealing garments for swimming, though from his tone it was clear that he not only approved, but found it utterly captivating.
Rather than joining the others, Malleus invited you to sit with him, to watch how the light played on the waterâs surface, to speak of the differences between human and fae summer rites, to conjure tiny water dragons to amuse you.
He marveled beside you when sunlight struck the pool just right, making the edges of your swimsuit shimmer like real scales.
It wasnât a day of games or competition; with Malleus, it was something closer to a shared spell: exchanged glances, soft laughter, ancient words folded into the rhythm of the mundane.
When the afternoon breeze lifted your hair, he smiled faintly, fangs catching the light, and tucked a strand behind your ear.
He didnât proclaim it aloud, but the truth burned in his gaze and the faint curve of his lips: the fire of Malleus Draconia was yours; and that swimsuit would remain etched in his memory for a very, very long time.
Heeewaaawooo! Iâm wishing~ a spicy scenario where Riddle, Lilia & Azul got turned on by the sudden information of their s/o being a famous lingerie model back from they world.
Some spicey scenarios coming right up! No pronouns were requested so I went ahead and tried to keep it pretty gender neutral. I hope you enjoy. As always spice under the cut.
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Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Rook, Sebek
Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions
Word count: 4.5k+
Notes: im sorry this took so long lol, but part 4 is finally here!!
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(I'm just going to put this here) Welcome back, Indigo-senpai! Anyway, can I request some fluffy headcanons for Silver, Deuce, and Epel accidentally kabedoning their girlfriend please (like someone could push them onto her by accident)? Thank you!
Thank you! Though it did take me a bit to get to this request!
Ah, the classic accidental kabedon. Theyâre enough to make anyone squeal! Myself included of course! I hope you enjoy reading!
Accidentally kabedoning their fem!s/o!
You had come along to collect a sleeping Silver from an empty classroom.
Being dazed from just having woken up, heâs not very graceful on his feet. He trips over a bump in one of the rugs and sends you both stumbling. Thatâs certainly one way to jolt him awake.
Right off the bat, he asks if youâre alright. He held the back of your head with one of his hands to make sure you didnât suffer an injury. The other hand was used to steady himself so he wouldnât crash into you.
Very calm about the situation, save for the light blush dusting his cheeks.
It takes him awhile to move, you look so pretty this close up. For a moment, itâs like you two are the only ones in this busy hallway. Eventually, he comes back to senses and moves. He apologies for troubling you and invading your personal space.
Somewhere not too far away, you can see a happy father giggling about his adorable son and his one-day-to-be daughter. He never knew Silver could be so smooth!
Hullo, Indigo-senpai! May I ask for some cute headcanons where Silver, Vil, Cater, Riddle, and Epel are dating the younger sister of Malleus please? (kind of like how he would react to each of them) thank you and sorry if sounds kind of confusing!
Ah goodness, this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time now;; I apologize for not publishing it sooner!
But awwe, this is a cute idea! I have a strong belief that Malleus would approve of anyone his sister chooses as long as they are happy together!
Malleus reacting to his sisterâs boyfriend!
He approves immediately! You and Silver are childhood friends in a way. He finds it a little cute that you two were able to find love in each other.
Silver is someone Malleus spends a lot of time with, Silver is one of his knights after all. Because of this, he knows Silver works hard. His drive and motivation are something to be reckoned with.
When he isnât around, he entrusts your safety to Silver. You may be well capable of taking care of yourself, but a little added protection hurts no one. Your boyfriend is always more than willing to oblige.
Malleus doesnât approach Silver about your relationship, he knows there arenât any ill intentions. However, he will go up to him and start up some more friendly conversations. He wants to establish a closer relationship with Silver, something beyond just a prince and his knight. Future brothers in-law arenât supposed to be so formal with one another.
He chuckles to himself when he finds you and Silver around campus sometimes. Youâre usually combing your fingers through Silverâs hair as he sleeps, his head comfortably resting on your lap.
Alongside Lilia, heâs watched Silver and you grow up into who you two are today. And although he may not know everything, he believes the love you hold for each other is pure.
may i request... riddle, jade and idia with an overachiever hardworking s/o who just does not know when to slow down ever. like genuine workaholic who cares too much about success type. would prefer male s/o but gender neutral is ok :] i love your writing sm btw!!
Thank you, and thank you for your patience!!
I hope youâre taking care of yourself!!
With a workaholic s/o
Riddle commends you for your hard work. You strive to do your best for the results you want. Really, he wishes everyone from his dorm could be as hardworking as you.
However, when he starts to realize how you never seem to allow yourself time to rest, he starts to worry. He understands, but he also wants you to understand rest is just as important. If you exhaust yourself too much, youâll eventually burn out. Not only is that damaging to your mental health, but it also damages you physically as well, and he will not be having it.
From then on, he makes sure you take breaks more often, reminding you that your work wonât disappear if you rest for half an hour. He can almost sound commanding at times, but it comes from a good place in his heart.
He invites you to Heartslabyulâs garden for some nice relaxing tea and tasty snacks more often. Itâs a good way to stay hydrated and fed! He asks Trey to specifically make your favorite snacks for these tea breaks too. As a bonus, you can walk around and enjoy the flowers together afterward.
He gets very angry if your resting time is disturbed by anyone. He will give them a scolding of a lifetime. With that in mind, he will also scold you, albeit more softly, if you try to skip your breaks.
He is always willing to lend you an ear if you want to unburden yourself. He may not be able to offer you advice, but he hopes he can help a little this way. He reminds you constantly that youâre doing amazing and that accomplishments do not signify your worth as a person.
Good day/night sir/madam! May I request some headcanons for what it'd be like to sleep with the dorm leaders? (And when I say 'sleep' I mean the crawl-into-bed-at-the-end-of-a-long-day sleep, not the ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) one) I wanna know who're the cuddlers, the blanket-hogs, the restless sleepers, that sorta thing. (Though if you don't feel comfortable writing this as some of them are underage feel free to write it instead taking place when they're adults and married or to just ignore this ask) Thanks!
Perfectly a-ok with this request! This was such a cute thing to write out actually! I got to project sleeping habits onto characters and it was so much fun! These are pretty short but I hope I managed to get everything!
Sleeping habits of the dorm leaders!
He loves it when you hold his head against your chest. Your heartbeat lulls him to sleep, and in his opinion itâs one of the best feelings in the world.
Usually a lot of affection can overwhelm him so some nights there wonât be much cuddling. Instead he resorts to holding your hand while you face each other, hooking one leg around yours, or touching backs while you two face opposite ways.
Much to his embarrassment, he is an unintentional blanket-hog. He curls up into a ball when he sleeps sometimes and wraps himself up in the blanket. He always apologizes for it in the morning even though he doesnât have to.
Heâs not really a restless sleeper, but he does move around a bit during the night. He can fall asleep on one end of the bed and by morning he could be on your side of it, pressing up against you.
He used to be a blanket-hog because he would get cold easily, but now he just clings onto you for warmth.
Leona refuses to sleep at night if youâre not in his arms. He says it isnât the same. You could be working on a late night project and heâll come dragging you to bed just to sleep comfortably. You have no time to complain since he falls asleep in record time.
Usually, the more you try and wiggle out of his grip, the tighter his embrace becomes. Succumb to your fate and admire the determination this man carries.
Heâs a very quiet sleeper! The most you can hear out of him are the slow inhales and exhales he lets out.
He almost doesnât move in his sleep either. He could fall asleep cuddling you in one position and heâll wake up cuddling you in that very same position.

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hi... how about head cannons about the dorm leaders with a magical girl mc from either the puella magi magica madoka, magical girl site, magical girl raising project or princess tutu universe please?
I'll be doing Magical Girl Raising Project for this one! Iâll be using the abilities found in the anime since Iâm not creative enough to think of any myself. The personalities of the characters themselves have nothing to do with the abilities I chose, theyâre their own person! This is written as platonic! I hope this is alright!
As an extra note, this was a really interesting topic to write about. I enjoyed it! I actually just binge watched this anime for this request! It was quite good, I might pick up the light novels!
Warning: Mild mentions of gore; spoilers for Magical Girl Raising Project(?)
Dorm leaders reacting to a Magical Girl Mc
A new game has been released! Customize your own Magical Girl and work hard to defeat monsters!
HOW HAS NO ONE REQUESTED #11 WITH TREY YET?!?!?
(Trey deserves all the love and attention. Both as a lovable househusband and mischievous, sadistic freak that he is. The duality of Trey + Christmas sounds so much fun lol)
You requested: Christmas Baking
Preface: Pre-established relationship, GN Reader (you are given the choice between Mrs./Mr./Mx. Clover)
Trey Clover
When everyone was going back to their homelands for Winter Break, Trey reached out to his family to ask if you could stay with them so you wouldnât be stuck at NRC. His siblings as well as his parents were all very excited to meet you, and when you knocked on the door, you were tackled by his younger brother and sister.
Trey laughed before picking up his little sister, throwing her over his shoulder, and heading inside the house. You got set up in his room after his parents made you both promise that you wouldnât be doing anything that could possibly scar the children for the rest of their lives, which definitely embarrassed the both of you. However, you promised, and that was that.
Would it be okay for me to drop this request here, for Twisted Wonderland only the Diasomia guys (and staff only if your interested in them) with either an s/o or student who is a dragon rider like in How to Train Your Dragon, like they can be tough like Astrid, but love befriending and learning a lot about dragons?
(Just the thought of Malleus being happy with a Nightfury buddy is just adorable to me, and Lilia wanting to babysit the baby dragons is what mainly motivated this request)
I think Iâm just going to do Diasomnia for this one
Gender-neutral reader who is like Astrid, but has Toothless as a dragon.
Malleus Draconia
You had met at Ramshackle, but he noticed that you were wrestling with something. Turns out, you had a dragon, and it sensed another dragon in the premises. He walked up and introduced himself, as he wasnât aware that someone had taken up residence at Ramshackle. Unfortunately, he startled you, and you unsheathed your axe, ready to attack.
However, Toothless walked over carefully and started sniffing the prince, surprising you. He actually pushed you over and placed his head in the strangerâs lap, tail wagging and everything with a gummy smile to accompany it. Malleus laughed at the whole situation, patting the top of the dragonâs head as he asked if you were alright.
That was the start of a very peculiar friendship and even relationship, though, because your dragon became his best friend. When learning to care for Toothless, he learned about the Island of Berk, which was where you both hailed from. You also said that you aspired to be a great warrior, which he thought was similar to the dreams of a certain green-haired retainer that he had.
Seeing you ride Toothless was the first time he saw a genuine smile on your face. You looked radiant with the wind blowing in your face, doing many different tricks in the air with your dragon. He would actually shift into a dragon himself sometimes and he would fly with you two. The first time you rode him, however, it was so intimate. Your experience as a dragon trainer came in handy a bit, but other than posture, you didnât really need it. It was free and unrehearsed, but it was fun.
BeautĂŠ naturelle
@write-for-your-life2â asked:Â âHey itâs my birthday is the same as vil so how would vil act with a mc who is the exact opposite of them, like only interested in skincare and natural beauty? And they have the same birthday!â
Happy Birthday! I kept it gender-neutral since you didnât specify, and I use the words âbeautyâ and âbeautifulâ, but Vil is described as beautiful and heâs a guy, so⌠yeah.
Vil Schoenheit
When he first met you, it was like love at first sight for him.
He noticed your radiant self and he was wondering what kind of makeup you used
That being said, imagine his surprise when he learned you didnât wear makeup at all
Not just that, but you preferred natural beauty over makeup
He respects you for the hard work you put into your skincare routine
Selfcare Saturdays! He would love weekends where you both kick back and just do skincare routines with each otherÂ
Loves the feelings of your soft hands on his face
Will be delighted when he finds out you both have the same birthday
Will shower you with gifts and would probably post something with the both of you on MagiCam.
He would get a letter from his father and you would be there to read it with him
The Pomefiore dorm would throw a party to celebrate as well!
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Housewardens Realizing You Might Be Gone Soon
Read another fanfic I canât find and now Iâve been inspired. I would like to say that Reader and Character already have a pre-established relationship. Thank you.
Warning: Angst, Fluff
Reader can be interpreted as any and all genders!
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle was walking along with you by his side and you were both having a delightful conversation. In the time you were with him, you have learned most - if not all - the rules of the Queen and have tried your best to follow them. You have also helped Riddleâs temper quite a bit. You have taught him to be more lenient and forgiving.
Riddle was being the gentleman he was trained to be and was walking you to your class. Everything had such a golden aura, filled with happiness and⌠waitâŚ
âI will be there in a moment, my rose. I forgot one of my textbooks.â He said to you. You smiled in understanding and went on your merry way.
As he passed Headmage Crowleyâs office, he heard his voice. Riddle knew that it was rude to eavesdrop, but he couldnât help himself⌠especially when it was your name that was uttered in the office.
âBecause Iâm so kind, I will go on a trip to ask for assistance in sending our dear Y/N homeâ Crowley said to himself.
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Can I please request the twisted wonderland dorm leaders with the nezuko reader
And how would they react when they find out why they were a muzzle.
Them being the official sleeping buddy of Leona. them giving headpats to riddle and Idia to comfort them. Them and Kalim being their sunshine selfs. and Azul wanting to use their ability to steal because he knows nobody can be mad at them. Vil having the time of their life dolling them up
(I'm so sorry if I sent many requests I love your work so much)
Stahp đ¤âŚ low-key bout to cry. *gives a classic Nezuko headpat*
Also, I love receiving requests. Youâre just a loyal customer. And I used your request from the Obey Me! Dateables as a guideline of the headcanons Iâm writing here.
Riddle Rosehearts
He is very shocked to find out you are a demon. Heâs read much about them, but he never expected them to look so⌠cute? You seemed so innocent, and it took him by surprise. But, you seem to have more common sense than some of his fellow Heartslabyul members so he holds nothing against you.
The fact that you are naturally friendly comforts him because somebody isolated him his whole childhood. He finds it very hard to ever be mad at you. You once walked by him in the hall and he greeted you, but you simply gave him a head pat as a greeting. He wasnât mad, more embarrassed and hopelessly in love.
Vil, Rook, Jamil with a s/o that is a descendant of Aphrodite!
Reader is not Yuu. Gender-neutral Reader.
Jamil Viper
It was during the sorting ceremony where freshmen got sorted into their dormitories. It was your turn, and as he laid his eyes on you, he was caught under your sirenâs spell. His heart beat faster and faster with every moment, but you were then sorted into Pomefiore. It made sense, because you were so beautiful.
During the first basketball game of the season, he saw you in the bleachers. Your gazes met, and it was like time stopped. But he had a game to play. The Vice Housewarden suddenly felt the need to win just for you. And he did.
From that point on, he felt the need to see you more often. He would try his hardest to spend more time with you. He even asked you on a date, and it was a magic carpet ride in the moonlight. The night ended with you placing a kiss on his cheek after he dropped you off back at your dorm.
As much as he doesnât want to, he has to admit that he is so down bad for you. Each day, he will make you a meal so that you donât have to deal with long lines. He wants to give you as much as he can so he can make sure that you remain his.Â
But, heâs still insecure about his position of servant to Kalim. He doesnât have any status, and therefore couldnât give you a life that he thought you deserved. However, you assured him that his status didnât matter as long as he loved and cherished you as you loved and cherished him.