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Hello..! Can i request Malleus, Silver, Riddle, or any character that you want reacting to their s/o whispering into their ears that they have a crush on them? Like they're together already, but the s/o's just wanted to tease them/see how they'd react? Thank you...!!!!
Idia Shroud:
You always did this to Idia when you wanted to see how quickly his hair could turn pink, eyes lighting up when your words acted as a critical hit and sent him spiraling immediately. He always tried to hide from you when you purposely pulled these reactions from him, cursing you for how high your charisma stat was as it seemed to break through his high defense stat no matter what he was equipped with. It made him want to curl up, maybe scream into his pillow, but that felt too anime school girl and he knew his whole head would turn pink in utter embarrassment if he did something like that in front of you.
Malleus Draconia:
This was something Malleus already knew, yet it ignited the fire in the pit of his stomach that sent bats fluttering about in a nervous whirlwind inside him. He’d lean in with a grin of his own, bright eyes meeting yours as he asked if you were brave enough to say it a little louder, again and again until he tired of hearing it. He never would, of course, enchanting an earring that would hold your voice in it forever, whispering sweet nothings in his ear long after you passed.
Riddle Rosehearts:
Riddle had hardly survived your confession the first time around, it brings back one of the happiest memories of his life even if you were teasing him. His cheeks are a rosy red that you thought looked wonderful on him, leaning against him and asking if he’d ever get used to your affection. He mumbled that it wasn’t a matter of getting used to it, but the joy it gave him to be loved unconditionally by you overtook his senses each time you reminded him you were dating. He doesn’t know how anyone could stand to be a in relationship with someone who didn’t give them butterflies every time they were close, but he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about that in his own love life.
Silver:
Silver is puzzled at the confession, head tilted as he tried to confirm that you were already dating. When you reassured him you absolutely were he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, admitting he had several dreams about asking you out before he mustered up the courage to do so. For a second he thought he was either still asleep or he had only imagined making his dream a reality, but he leaned over like he had a secret to tell you, asking once more if you’d be his just to be sure.
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hi, love your writing! can i request Cater, Rook, Vil, Lilia, and Leona seeing their s/o wear something that turns them on/thinks is very attractive on them? thank you!
Cater Diamond:
While his first impulse might be to take a picture of the beautiful scene before him, while ordering you to pose accordingly, this was a look Cater was unwilling to share with the world. He wished he could be as smooth as he imagined but he feels his face going warm, trying to keep his thoughts in line as this wasn’t the ideal opportunity to take advantage of the outfit you’re wearing. He does mumble that your casual cruelty was killing him, nuzzling your shoulder and asking how you’d repay him if he behaved.
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona knows that you’re doing it for him, a ‘subtle’ way to beg for his attention without having to physically get on your knees for him. He can’t take advantage of it right away, pretending not to notice the efforts you’re going to, treating you so casually you would almost think you got demoted from being his lover. It’s when you’re just about to be alone, with company still bothering you, that Leona touches your waist, leaning over to whisper sweet promises in your ear to return your affections if you can manage a quick escape with him.
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia’s sly smile lets you know he’s caught on right away, giving a more censored comment on your outfit if others were around. He would whisper in your ear that you’re a tease, playing with the material of your outfit as he asked what had inspired you to wear such a thing. He would chuckle if you tried to play innocent, promising to pull out your honest, sinful desires when you were alone that night.
Rook Hunt:
Rook has always had a fine eye for art, and he can certainly tell when you’re all dolled up for him. He thinks it’s only right to respond with appreciation, considering you a hands on exhibit as he runs them along your body. He whispered in your ear that you always managed to draw his attention in the most unexpected ways, even when you didn’t realize. He gave some observations about the outfit, the color entirely flattering, the fit perfect for your body, he couldn’t get enough of you.
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil always felt an ego stroke when you appealed to his taste, down to the very material you clothed your body with as you knew he liked the way it felt. He needed a bit of a show first, making you show off your trick, modeling your beauty for him to give him a taste of what he was getting soon. He enjoyed admiring you the same way you admired him, considering it returning the favor as you often asked for the same thing when he took your tastes into mind. He enjoyed seeing the pieces you wore, hoping he helped you expand or grow in confidence when it came to trying new fashion.  
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Can I ask for something rollo x demon-ish male reader?
(I never specified but i imagine reader was just also a dragon fae which can be considered similar enough to what we think of demons)
Rollo Flamme:
As a man of routine, Rollo should have understood.
You had simple pleasures in life and as such, you had to see that your needs were being fulfilled. Greeting Rollo with a fanged smile each morning, getting a grimace in return, it truly brightened your day to know that you had ruined his. His dislike of you had only drawn you even closer to him, intrigued by the man who brazenly hated your entire existence but who hardly knew your name.
He wasn’t the first to address you as ‘demon’, and surely wouldn’t be the last as long as the curved onyx horns remained on your head. It was hardly a bother to be stared at these days, and you certainly were aware of the vicious rumors that had swirled about Fleur City daily since your arrival. Rollo likely wasn’t the cause of the rumors, idle gossip didn’t suit him as he’d surely be loud about protesting your existence if he had the time to do so, but you knew he listened carefully to every word.
“Truly the same lunch every day? You’re a man of strong principles,” You teased, as you did every day since you discovered where he ate lunch. You seemed to have a built-in radar for people you wanted to torture as, even when Rollo moved from his daily spot to somewhere much more isolated, you had still managed to find him with a smug grin on your face. It had infuriated him even more when your teasing was taken a step further.
“Did you simply want to lure me somewhere we could be alone, sweet Rollo? How considerate.”
He had felt rage course through his system at the implication he would ever regard you, you, of all people in that manner. Why would he ever want alone time with you, unless it was because he had a plan to end your wretched existence for good? He had seen you tease others but never with the consistency of him, always pestering, always questioning, never giving him a moment to think. His head was aflutter with why he had been cursed to attract a being such as you, a true demon sent to prey on him and find his weakness so he could never achieve his true goals.
It bothered him more to see your attention focused on other students at Noble Bell College, sharing idle conversation as though you actually cared for their well-being. You had never seemed a person intent on making friends, rather, you just existed to make Rollo’s daily life difficult. You were always within his sight even when you didn’t notice him, with Rollo convincing himself he was keeping tabs on you purely to assure you weren’t harassing other students. No one had ever raised a real complaint about you before but it was better safe than sorry.
It had been a little over a month since you first rudely crash-landed into Rollo’s life, inserting yourself into his daily routine, which on this fateful day had finally gone back to normal. He sat with his lunch in his normal spot and you were nowhere in sight, his heart skipping a beat at the thought he might finally have peace again at last. But you had become part of his routine just as he had become part of yours, which meant his day was now filled with curiosities he had not asked for.
What were you doing instead of pestering him?
Who were you spending time with instead of him?
Rollo couldn’t say there was a part of him that wasn’t relieved but there’s another side that’s annoyed, as if you had somehow snubbed him. Was he not a good enough adversary? Was he not giving you the reactions you desired so you left to find someone more suitable for your tastes? He doesn’t know why these questions continue to float through his head, why he even cared about what you were up to. If you had caused no harm so far to him, a person openly hostile to you, then it was likely no one else would be feeling any of your wrath, which meant his excuse to keep tabs on you had crumbled into little pieces.
Another day passes, and now he’s irritated, because once again his routine no longer feels right.
He glared at the grapes and considered crushing them beneath his fingers but that would mean you won, and he couldn’t allow you more power. He can see in his head one of the first days you had bothered him, how you had invaded his personal space, snatched a grape, and held it tantalizingly between two fingers. You had gestured toward him, motioning for him to open up, that striking smug smile of yours becoming a commonly recalled memory for him after that. He had not allowed you to feed him the grape despite it throwing off his routine, and since that day you had been committed to assigning him a new one despite his protests.
And now you simply expected him to go back?
You truly were a demon.
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Hello, I hope you two are doing well! May I request “Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person” for Riddle? tysm I’ve been realizing how wonderful he is recently🥰🥰
Riddle Rosehearts:
Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person.
Riddle had never been more mortified in his life.
He felt like the blood had completely drained from his face, the red mark on his paper almost dashing his hopes of having a good day. To achieve a perfect score on his tests was everything; he didn’t believe himself to be the exact perfect being but he had studied for this, countless hours of memorizing to the point he knew the material like the back of his hand. This was a subject he excelled in (most were, but he enjoyed this one the most) and yet he was confronted with cold hard failure, the likes of which he had never seen.
Not just one point from perfection, but two entire points, a whole question with two parts answered incorrectly. He looked over his test countless times, reading through his text books to find where he might’ve strayed, before finally approaching his professor.
“Is everything okay, Riddle? You aren’t pushing yourself, are you?” He always pushed himself, but that wasn’t the point! He could handle pressure, he could handle a metric ton of work being thrown his way as well as countless responsibilities pushed on his shoulders, but this grade – it was a negative mark on his record, his future.
When he saw that question he knew exactly what had distracted him, the reason he had gotten the answer incorrect. You had been his partner for that particular project, spending hours of alone time as you did your research together. You were diligent but you had asked Riddle for guidance, knowing he was a person who was very specific about the way his ideas were presented, and he had been happy to help you figure out the best way to present your own ideas in your project. It hadn’t been all work, with some talk of desserts and his equestrian club mixed in, but Riddle had found himself enjoying that time spent together.
In fact he missed it, since the project had ended and there was no excuse to ask you to spend time with him any longer.
He knew he had gotten caught up in those thoughts, fumbling through the question quickly as he realized the ‘you’ in his head was distracting him. He wrote as fast as he could and in doing so had missed a specific word choice used in the question which entirely changed the meaning of it. He was used to dealing with tricks and being wary of language, his mother had taught him about the little details of linguistics, so he never would’ve missed it if he was in his right mind.
Riddle can’t hide his sour mood but thankfully, most of Heartslabyul stayed out of his way when they sensed something was wrong. He had never been more grateful to have an unapproachable resting face, wanting to simply lock himself away (though he could not, as there were still duties to attend and other students to look out for). When he finally had time to settle himself down he took out the test one last time, working himself up again about the less than perfect grade.
“Whoa!” Cater, who had innocently peered over Riddle’s shoulder to see what he was glaring at, was just as shocked as Riddle had been earlier than evening. “S-Sorry, I was just coming to let you know Trey is looking for you…”
“Hey, Riddle. Trein was asking me about you earlier—” Trey, the third musketeer and the straw that finally broke the camels back, came into the room a few seconds later, pausing when he saw Riddle’s clenched fist. He and Cater locked eyes, with Cater holding his hands up to signal he certainly wasn’t the reason Riddle was upset.
Neither third year knows what to say when they see the grade, and Riddle sighed, wishing to just be done with it. He moved the paper toward Trey who scrutinized it, reading the question, Riddle’s answer, before his eyes slowly drifted back to Riddle himself.
“This question… is quite simple for someone like you.” Cater felt like his lungs had collapsed, wondering how Trey had continued to exist if he was always so honest with Riddle. “Is there something on your mind?”
“I’m…not sure.” The fact he hadn’t exploded in that moment left Cater even more shocked, and he had to lean on a chair to keep his legs from folding underneath him. “I don’t believe I want to talk about it.”
“Maybe you should!” Cater tried to offer up helpfully, “You never know, maybe having a different angle can help clear your thoughts!”
“Exactly.” Trey agreed, pleased that Cater had backed him up. “Talk to us, and we’ll see if we can help.”
Riddle muttered your name once and it took the willpower of a thousand card soldiers to stop both Trey and Cater from laughing in shock at the admission. Trey had really thought Riddle would never spit it out but it seemed his own honest reaction had rubbed off on him, while Cater was still struggling to imagine Riddle with a crush.
Trey had never seen Riddle struggle to find words like he was now, his eyes downcast as he spoke quietly about the time you had spent together. Riddle had fun when you were together, fun, a word that he didn’t often use nor did he generally have the same definition as everyone else. To think that you evoked this kind of reaction from him, to the point he was dwelling on the time spent together and lamenting on how it had ceased was nothing short of a miracle in Trey’s eyes. He doesn’t voice it but he does believe this is the first crush Riddle has ever had, not remembering a single moment from their childhood where Riddle expressed interest like that in anyone.
“There doesn’t have to be a reason to hang, you know, but here we have unbirthday parties all the time! Why not try inviting them to one of those?” Riddle seemed to contemplate this, as it was something within his power. He would have to double check that none of the students had a birthday the following day, but if he played his cards right…
“Understood. Thank you for your advice.” Riddle stood without another word, exiting the room with his test in hand while Trey and Cater shared a look.
“Hopefully everything goes smoothly…”
“We should warn the first years. I have a feeling if anything goes wrong, the punishment might be worse than usual.”
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Hiiiiiiii!! I see your requests are open, but idk if this account is active. lol... but if it is, may I request Lilia, vil, and idia, and idk who else with an s/o who loves to game??? Like, I can imagine playing something silly like fortnite with Lilia/idia, and vil would probably suck at games if he were to ever try them, lol. Idk I just think this is cute
Idia Shroud:
Idia is like your video game bodyguard if you play multiplayer games online together. If you’re being targeted, he’s got your back, if you need someone to pocket you, he’s making sure you’re having the best time ever. He does enjoy getting you into the types of games he likes, like the one he plays with Crimson Muscle, because it’s always more fun to do your dailies with the person you loved.
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia seemed to light up when you suggested playing video games together, and he enthusiastically agreed though he only had a certain set of games he understood how to play. He doesn’t mind finding something entirely new for you to learn together, as he thinks it’s a fun bonding experience to lose together before finally dominating your new hobby.
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil isn’t the best at video games, but he does have a knack for simpler arcade games or puzzle games. He might not be the type to enjoy a first person shooter but he does like the design games where he can pick out the players outfit or design their room, with a lot of criticism for the games choices tending to follow. He never minds indulging you despite not caring for games much because the face you wore when you won was cute.
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hi, if it's not a problem I could ask for some headcanons for a reader who likes to leave her boyfriend's face full of lipstick marks as a way of marking Jamil, Leona, sebek, malleus and idia please
Idia Shroud:
Idia doesn’t leave his room, so it’s not a big deal that your lipstick marks remain until he’s inevitably forced to wash his face. It was like an achievement displayed for the entire world to see; someone loved him enough to cover him in kiss marks! The world should be jealous! He doesn’t want even Ortho to see this though, yelping in surprise when his younger brother entered his room unexpectedly and drawing his hoodie strings closed as tightly as possible, to the point he could hardly breathe through the fabric.
Jamil Viper:
Jamil takes what affection he can get. It sounds pathetic but there are rarely instances when he has the chance to be alone with you, not bogged down by several tasks that have to be finished in a short amount of time. It’s why he doesn’t complain about the ways you offer to spend time together as he feels at little more at ease as long as you’re together. He will, however, be wiping those marks off his face as he doesn’t want to answer questions from the nosy people who surround him.
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona wasn’t exactly pleased with the way you left him covered in lipstick marks, unless you’re the one cleaning it off later on. He doesn’t mind the love necessarily but he’ll certainly avoid your affection if he sees your lips painted in bright colors, knowing they’d mark his skin if he let his guard down. Of course, since he napped for a large portion of his day, you were always presented with opportunities, and more than once he’s woken up to you mid-attack (but he always lacked the energy to fight back at that point, accepting his fate).
Malleus Draconia:
It brings Malleus a level of amusement, thinking you’re quite bold for leaving a visible mark on him like this, especially when you fixed your lipstick right in front of him to show you had no plans of hiding the connection. He mostly wanted to test how others might react, with only Sebek bold enough to say something about it to him directly, though even he stuttered out as he tried to think of how to phrase his observation.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek doesn’t have the heart to stop you, but he does hate it, mostly because his first experience with a moment like this had him entirely unaware that your lipstick had stained his skin. He had gone out without a second thought, unaware of why he was being stared at and eventually snapping when there was sudden unnecessary laughter. His loud voice carried and brought even more attention to him, and it only took briefly catching his reflection in some glass before he realized why he was suddenly the talk of the town.
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I'm at work rn, and I'm completely burnt out. Can you create where Mc is burnt-out and is still being asked to do favors by others, but still tries their best. And Vil, Malleus, or Leona thwarts off all the people annoying Mc? Sorry if I asked it weird, I have never requested anything before and don't know how to ask.😓
Leona Kingscholar:
You’re getting scolded by Leona first and foremost. The fact you even agree to do simple tasks for others when they’re fully capable of doing it themselves annoyed him, but he generally kept his mouth shut, at least depending on the request. Seeing you push yourself to your limits for the sake of other people is what really grated his nerves, especially when they lacked gratitude and continued to ask for more as if they were testing your limits. He didn’t often get involved on your behalf because he saw you as fully capable of making your own decisions, but it seemed you were perfectly fine being taken advantage of and that wasn’t sitting well with him. His words are harsh, to the point, a clear threat of what will happen if he sees one more person approach you with anything even resembling a favor.
Malleus Draconia:
If Malleus is willing to use his scary boyfriend privilege for anything, it would be against those trying to take advantage of your kind heart. He had always admired it about you, though he worried about the level of naïveté you showed when it came to helping others; these things always had a price, and he wished it wasn’t always at your expense. Malleus shoos them away like they’re nothing more than annoying birds, the menacing smile remaining on his face as he led you away before they could attempt to appeal to you. He did have to question why, even despite looking exhausted, you still wanted to try so hard for others, prepared to forbid you from accepting extra requests until your own work life had calmed down a bit.
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil is another person who really preferred letting you handle your own business, only stepping in when you asked for his opinion or he really thought you were acting out of line. This was one of the times he couldn’t bite his tongue, hoping you didn’t take it personally when he delivered his honest opinion that you were acting foolish by taking on more than you could handle. He understood that at times you were too nice for your own good but that made you a target for lazy people who couldn’t fulfill their own tasks and instead wanted to push the stress onto you. It was all gain for them and no reward for you, which Vil holds a finger up to silence you when you attempt to fight back that just helping was a reward in itself. He didn’t hide the disdain on his face when he confronted the next person attempting to get a favor from you, telling them to do the work themselves as you were on vacation at the moment.
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Could you do headcannons of Jack, Kalim, and Silver with a S/O who likes to trace shapes on them (hands, arms, back ect.)?
I'm picturing Kalims S/O tracing his tattoos for hours😆
Jack Howl:
Jack wanted to know what you were up to, eyeing your fingers warily as you traced random shapes along his bicep. You told him you were just relaxing, which clarified nothing for him but you weren’t hurting him or making him uncomfortable, so he continued to relax. You can feel his muscles flexing underneath your light touch, like they were responding to your touch even when Jack had no idea what else to say; he would be flustered if you told him this was also an excuse to feel his arms, though you wondered if you could get him to flex a little harder just to see how big his muscles had gotten over the years.
Kalim Al-Asim:
Kalim is a little ticklish so he can’t help but giggle when you begin your task of tracing his tattoos, commenting on their incredible quality as they didn’t seem to fade even after all these years. He talked to you a little more about them, their cultural meaning and why he’d gotten them as young as he did, and you were always happy to hear Kalim gush about his home. You were normally distracted from this task as Kalim couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around you, leaving you to trace shapes into his back as he cuddled up with you.
Silver:
Silver hadn’t noticed your fingers were moving with purpose, simply enjoying your touch and resting at your side, but he was too sharp not to notice a pattern. When he asked what you might be doing you didn’t really have an answer; you were just enjoying the feel of his skin in as innocent a way as possible. Silver didn’t bring it up again but he watched you trace the shapes, taking note of which ones you liked the most. He couldn’t help but smile when you began to make little hearts, catching on that he was watching and laughing with him. He started to do the same to you when you least expected it, woken up by him gently tracing circles and waves along your arm until you opened your eyes.
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Technically one day late but yaaaaay starting off the new year right! 🎊🎆🎉🎊
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“You’ve always been mine”
With Leona malleus lilia and Vil?
Leona Kingscholar:
Was Leona always such a possessive person, or was it you that turned him this way? It was a thought he flipped around in his head from time to time, when he had no other things to brood about or concern himself with. The reason your relationship had even been a secret was because Leona didn’t want to deal with his family's questions, not until he himself was sure of what you were and whether you’d be around long enough he’d have to go through the trouble of introducing you. He considered you not being the last person who caught his eye, but he knew it was foolish; when he thought of you the word ‘mine’ repeated in his head like an endless mantra, making his feelings on your relationship quite clear. He wondered if you really knew how he thought of you, if you thought this relationship was just something casual, and he couldn’t wait to memorize the look on your face when he finally told you ‘you’ve always been mine’.
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia had never thought he’d fall in love again, that his heart would mend from the pain of the past and he’d be able to feel the comfort in knowing he had someone to come home to. It was a relationship that took time, but even Lilia had known from the day you first spoke that you were someone fascinating, someone who had captivated him with just their voice. He was teasing, poking and prodding, getting the answers to questions he didn’t even know he asked; hearing the way you talked about love, the sparkles in your eyes as you dreamed of a grand romance, it brought a sparkle back to his, too. He wanted to give you that life, those sweet moments, to travel together and see the world and hear all your thoughts on the happenings around you. You sheepishly admitted that you had a crush on him from the start, thinking he might be upset that you weren’t on the same page with what your relationship was, but Lilia could only chuckle at that. He’d press a kiss to your nose before teasing that you’d always been his, even before he knew he loved you.
Malleus Draconia:
There are moments where you come to him, when he’s almost inconsolably sad or so angry lightning scorched the earth around him, that made him want to hoard you away from the world. Your heart was too big, too wonderful a thing to be tainted by the outside, by the hatred the poisons the minds of others to the unknown. Malleus had known you were his soulmate from the moment he laid eyes on you, the chains that locked you to him never allowing you to go too far. And while you loved him, while you weren’t afraid of him, you were still intimidated by the attention that his title brought. The concept of ruling a kingdom, or your differing lifespans, it caused you to avert your eyes from him. Patience had never been his strong suit but in his life, he had nothing but time; as someone with significantly less, he knew you’d come to your own conclusion long before he started getting restless. Malleus’ mere presence was a simple reminder, the way he made your knees weak with just a look, how he could sweep you away from an important event without you even getting mad at him, you knew as well as he did that your heart had always belonged to him.
Vil Schoenheit:
Your heart is pounding in your chest as Vil approached you, the sleek look he chose for the evening stealing your breath away; his confident strut, his head held high, he was the one who deserved the title ‘fairest of them all’. Vil had always known he was a showstopper, he had worked hard to get to where he was and continued to work hard to maintain it, but he was aware of the way others looked at him. As a typecast villain, or just a pretty face, never quite seeing past the surface to the complicated human underneath. Your eyes had always been the most piercing, regardless of your initial intimidation of his presence or the nervousness you exuded whenever he flirted with you, he knew you were a person who he could truly rely on. While dating outside of NRC was not the first thing on his mind you had always stayed in touch; he would have respected if you moved on, not wanting to wait for a man who might never actually settle, but there was a part of him that knew you wouldn’t. As he held your chin between his perfectly manicured fingers, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, he can’t help but think about how you had always been his, from the moment you laid eyes on each other.
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Hello! I saw requests were open and came to ask!
Can I ask for headcannons of Sebek, Leona, and Vil with a reader who clings a lot in their sleep? Like even if they don't fall asleep clinging to them they will end up attached. It's just something that happens naturally lol
Remember to take breaks and take good care of yourself! Thank you!
Leona Kingscholar:
Your clinging doesn’t bother Leona, he preferred you being close anyway. It’s almost instinctual for him to be the one wrapping himself around you, an iron grip on you with the message that his sleep was better when you were next to him. You were truly a match made in heaven with how tangled you’d become in the night, holding each other at awkward angles, still able to get a rest despite the constant shifting to get more comfortable together. Leona was always warm, and he thought being surrounded by your scent helped quiet his constant thoughts, so it was a symbiotic relationship.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek can be a sensitive sleeper, as his instincts are all aligned with being alert and ready to fight as quickly as possible, so your clinging behavior can disrupt his sleep from time to time. He doesn’t know why he still gets flustered when you cling to him like that; you were both adults in a romantic relationship so cuddling was a pretty basic step to sharing a bed, but it still threw him off. He didn’t dislike the feeling though, finding it in his nature to be protective of you and theorizing that if an intruder were to burst into the room, you’d be in the ideal position for him to shield you from any attacks sent your way.
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil wasn’t surprised that you were clingy, but it took some time to get used to it, as he was used to being the ‘Queen’ of his own bed, thus having to make room for another person, especially one who wanted to be directly in his space, was a challenge. There are nights where he preferred being in his own space but he’d hold out on arm or allow you to get as close as you could without clinging to him, not minding if your bodies were touching (like your hands on his back, or your leg tucked between his) as long as he had that little bit of freedom he wanted.
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Hey! You know that ask you did that Mc got splashed with a obsessive love potion? I loved it! Can you do that again but with Idia, Sebek and Rook? Pleaase :D (also sorry if any mistakes- English is not my first language)
(original ask)
Idia Shroud:
Idia wished he could learn the highly coveted ‘self destruct’ move, as surely once you returned to your senses you’d be embarrassed like he was and wish to disappear into the void. He’s a person who appreciated his space, not to mention physical affection was not something he was used to, so when your relationship suddenly escalated Idia knew you must’ve had a bad roll and fallen victim to some horrible enchantment. He thinks his own luck stat must’ve tanked as you latched onto him like a leech, his personal space invaded as you whined you wanted to be close. If this were any other situation he’d be just as awkward but at least flattered, but these manufactured feelings just set Idia back more, worrying that your feelings will never be genuine and you may suffer the after effects of this potion forever. He begged Ortho to run his scans quicker, the solution just on the horizon so he could hide in a hole for the rest of the year without having to face you again.
Rook Hunt:
Ah, when the hunter becomes the hunted, such a beautiful trope that Rook never knew he’d have the chance to participate in. He wasn’t prepared for a thrill like this, though he had sensed something in the air that had his hair standing on end; he was quite excited to see that you seemed to have a built-in radar for him, following him to the ends of the earth just to satisfy the intense feelings the potion was giving you. He’s more teasing than usual, not allowing you to hug or kiss him like you craved, his finger on your lips and his hands grabbing yours before you can launch at him. This love, while an ideal for him, was not exactly the way he wanted it to be — there was not genuine reciprocation on your end, at least not at the moment. While you were under the effects of the potion Rook refused to indulge himself no matter how much he might want to, knowing that getting his prize wouldn’t feel half as good when he hadn’t earned it.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek is at a loss, glaring at you as hard as he could in hopes that the potion might evaporate out of your system. He almost saw it as some type of creature latching onto your brain and controlling your body like a puppet, as you were far too respectable to act like this for him. His cheeks are a constant burning red, both from his own nervousness as your constant closeness (as you hooked your arm around his and refused to let go), and his shouting as he tried to find a solution to this dilemma. He won’t allow you to interrupt his duties even if he must drag you along with him, even more flustered when Silver seemed to imply that Sebek was slacking off by bringing his lover along for the first time (and despite Silver’s slight smile, he still couldn’t tell if the other boy was joking). He decreed you weren’t allowed to set foot in the potions room without him again, ready to formally request to be your lab partner for the rest of the year to avoid a situation like this happening again.
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A New Tradition [Sebek Zigvolt]
You had never seen Sebek look this serious in your life.
And that said a lot, considering you’d known him all throughout your years in NRC and a few years into his adult life where you had subsequently dated. Sebek was a partner who regarded romance with an intensity that was unsurprising yet appreciated. He made every date special, even in tiny ways, he remembered significant days in your relationship without needing to be reminded, he tried to be as open with his communication as possible (which still resulted in fumbling, as he couldn’t always accurately define the emotions he was feeling). Either way, you could see the intense look of concentration on his face now after your request.
You had hesitated on asking him to participate in a Christmas tradition as you had correctly guessed it wasn’t something he really cared for. He was part human, and his dad celebrated it a bit, but had always left it up to Sebek on if he wanted to join. Sebek’s mother was far more interested in the little holiday traditions, helping his father set up the glass tree he took from the attic every year (it caused little mess, and was still customizable enough that they could change out the decorations on it). There was an exchanging of presents that always included Sebek, and as an adult he felt the need to give back as well, but that was the extent of his interaction with the holiday. His mother always seemed to light up the night before, excited as she looked at the colorful wrapping paper around her presents and mused on what they might be. Sebek couldn’t help but consider it a tradition that was more his parents than his, as they seemed more disgustingly in love on that day compared to every other day of the year (and they were pretty much always openly affectionate, so that was saying something).
Sebek was far too aware of the change of energy as he answered your question, the disappointed look being a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ moment but he noticed. He knew when your smile was forced, that you were simply not making him to do something he didn’t want to, and he had always appreciated the side of you that was understanding. He had come to learn that relationships had a give and take, that as stubborn as he could be there were moments he had to yield to you because it was truly not a serious enough issue that an argument should continue on. And it’s not like he was anti-human tradition, he had to nix that when he started dating one a few years ago, so there was no reason he couldn’t agree to making your own personalized tradition like his parents had.
“I want to… I’ll decorate with you,” Sebek finally stated, regarding the tree he had just pulled into your home. He was still on his knees in front of it, having arranged the skirt around the bottom as you had directed, so now the green pine stood proud at the center of your dining room. “The tree. We can find something in the nearby shops to put on them… I heard there are enchantments that make the lights change color, or sparkle, whichever you’d like…”
He was talking to himself more than you now, seeming to think of all the way he could make this unique for the two of you to enjoy. The thought of a shopping trip was an exciting one, especially when you knew Sebek was thinking of human tradition alternatives that might be found in the fae world; you’d never enchanted a tree before but you wondered what kind of magical baubles might be in the shops, just waiting to find a loving home.
“Ah! But, I do have a rule.”
Sebek tilted his head in acknowledgement despite staying in his thinking pose, to let you know he was listening.
“Do not bring an ornament into this house with Malleus’ face on it.” Sebek went to open his mouth, his eyebrows knitted together on his head, a retort on the tip of his tongue when you cut him off again, “Not a tree topper, either!”
Sebek huffed, arms crossed as he wondered what other way he might make tribute to Malleus on the tree without you noticing.
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I am currently sick with a cold and a fever and all I want is for the eels to curl up around me and keep me warm. So I was wondering if you had any headcanons or idea for something like this?
(me rn)
Floyd Leech:
Floyd’s resistant, as he always was when you didn’t have the energy to fight him. Even your best puppy dog eyes only had a 50/50 chance of working on him. He seemed more interested in just sitting by your bedside and poking or prodding at you like a science experiment, asking when you might finally feel better. Him posing that question for the fifteenth time in an hour was what finally led you to ask for some cuddling, despite knowing he wouldn’t hold back and he might squeeze you so hard you’d pop. You’d be fine with that if you no longer had to be sick, and while Floyd wasn’t thrilled at the potential of getting sick himself, he remembered the way his mother used to coddle him when he was sick. You knew once he was curled up against you in bed, his head on your chest as he squeezed until you let out a tiny gasp and told him you couldn’t breathe (he let up the slightest bit after that), that he’d fall asleep and you’d finally have some peace.
Jade Leech:
Jade seemed amused that you just wanted to have him close to you, mentioning you were actually quite warm and that he might cause you to overheat if he stuck too close. When you brushed off his worry and whined for him to come closer anyway he chuckled, unable to hide his amusement at your unfiltered neediness. He had been keeping a close eye on you since you’d been sick, mixing a few homemade remedies that he hoped were a relief (that wouldn’t lead to lasting effects, like polka dots permanently dotting your skin). His father had always been adamant about giving in to the demands of your lover, especially when they needed you most, and he acquiesces, holding you from behind. His arms are curled around your middle, tight enough that you could feel him but not enough to upset your stomach or cause your body any more aches.
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Should I write for TWST exclusively in this notebook
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