#fem sebek

[oya-oya-okay]

requests for EXPRESSION! @skibidibabygirl

Shy Sebek-chan⚡ / Shy Deuce ♠️

[hanizmiyu]

My take on fem diasomnia☆

I have doubts on whether to give her long or short hair i ended up with short tho(≡^∇^≡) (lets ignore the fact that most of my fem design have short hair💀..)

FEM SILVER!! i tried giving her a princess vibe(≡^∇^≡) she probs have bird nest stuck on her hair but hey! Thats true disney princess there (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

No totally not favouritism. me? Lilia? Nahh..

MAL MAL MAL i think she will be more the modest type girlie so i make her look elegant? Kinda with her hair and long skirts cause long skirts on top fr🔝🔛

Anyway ignore the fact that i didnt colour them(´-ω-`) i ended up taking too long that im too lazy to colour em maybe one day tho

[chizramue]

Fem Sebek doodle

She looks the same 😭

[maid-lover]

Blue archive Sebek - 🍉

Credit to @/tribbutribby on twt for her design

❤️~Progress photos~❤️

(I cropped it but I didn't know how to undo it..)

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[kenchann]

nyota doodles

[akechisu1]

[asterafroditis]

Could I request a platonic!Diasonmia, where malleus's little sister come visit during a family event at nrc?

𐔌 . ⋮ draconic bonds .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Platonic Diasomnia x Malleus's sister reader

𓏵 755 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 2nd Person POV, she/her pronouns used, fluff, found-family Diasomnia <3

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The grand halls of Night Raven College were unusually lively tonight.

For once, the eerie, imposing nature of Diasomnia did little to deter the bustling energy that filled the dorm. Tonight was a rare occasion—a family event hosted by NRC, where relatives of students were invited to visit. Many students had already ventured off to greet their families, but within the dimly lit halls of Diasomnia, something special was taking place.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, stood in the common room, his usual air of quiet authority softened by something almost imperceptible. There was an ease to his posture, a warmth in his eyes that few ever witnessed.

After all, tonight, he was not just a feared mage—he was an older brother.

His little sister had arrived.

The moment you stepped through the doors, the reactions were immediate.

Lilia, ever the embodiment of playful chaos, was the first to greet you. With a mischievous glint in his red eyes, he swooped down as if to inspect you up close, grinning all the while. “Oh my, look at you! Last time I saw you, you were this tall!” He gestured vaguely, despite the fact that it had not been that long since your last meeting. “Have you been behaving yourself, little dragon?”

You tilted your head slightly, feigning thoughtfulness. “Maybe.”

Lilia chuckled, ruffling your hair without hesitation. “That’s the spirit! What fun is childhood if not for a little mischief?”

Before you could retort, a loud, commanding voice rang through the room.

“Young Mistress! It is an honor to be in your presence!”

Sebek was standing stiffly before you, eyes blazing with admiration. “As the younger sister of the great Lord Malleus, you are undoubtedly a being of exceptional prowess! If you ever require assistance—training, guidance, protection—I shall be at your service without hesitation!”

Your lips twitched, barely holding back a smile. “That’s… very generous of you, Sebek.”

Malleus sighed fondly. “She is not here as a royal tonight, Sebek,” he reminded him. “She is here as my sister.”

Sebek immediately stiffened further—if that was even possible—and cleared his throat. “O-Of course, Waka-sama! My apologies!”

You couldn’t help but glance at Silver, who had been watching the interaction with mild amusement. He caught your gaze and gave you a small nod in greeting. “It’s nice to finally meet you properly.”

“Same here,” you replied. Unlike the others, Silver was calm, steady—a quiet presence in a room filled with energy. He observed you closely, though not unkindly. “You look like someone who’s been around Lilia for a long time.”

He blinked, as if unsure whether to take that as a compliment or not. Lilia, however, burst into laughter.

“She’s sharp, isn’t she?” Lilia teased.

Silver sighed. “I suppose I should say thank you?”

The room settled into something comfortable after that. Conversations flowed easily, stories were exchanged, and even Sebek managed to relax—just a little.

At one point, you found yourself seated beside Malleus, watching the flames in the fireplace dance. His presence, as always, was steady and strong, yet tonight, there was something different. Something more… at ease.

“I have been looking forward to this,” he admitted suddenly, voice low and thoughtful. “To having you here.”

You glanced at him, tilting your head slightly. “You could’ve just visited me, you know.”

“I could have,” he agreed, “but I wanted you to see this place. To meet the ones who have become… important to me.” His gaze flickered toward the others. Lilia was busy entertaining Sebek with a dramatic retelling of an old war story, while Silver watched with a quiet patience only he could manage.

You understood, then. Diasomnia wasn’t just his dorm—it was his home away from home.

You leaned against him slightly, the weight of his cloak familiar, grounding. “You don’t have to worry about me, you know.”

Malleus hummed in response, gaze still fixed on the fire. “That is what older brothers do.”

You smiled.

There was something comforting about this moment, surrounded by the people Malleus trusted most, in a place that had become part of him. Even with the weight of responsibility that came with your names, here, in this quiet space, you were just siblings.

The night carried on with warmth, laughter, and quiet companionship. And as the fire crackled softly and the storm outside whispered against the windows, you thought—perhaps this, too, was a kind of magic.

[ddarktea]

Fem!Ignihyde and Diasomnia chibi designs 🔥🐉

short hair fem!idia supremacy. 🙏🙏

[xjulixred45x]

Okay so you know how the three good fairies in Sleeping Beauty bless baby Aurora?

Would the fairies in Diasomnia do the same when Yuu's baby is born?

Awww totally! Malleus, Lilia and Sebek gather near baby Sheila (when Yuu is well enough to have visits over, Silver and Sebek lends a hand with the mantainment of Ramshackle with the other First Years) and they all are SO soften up by her, she is so tiny and cute and have those little hands that only cover a finger and the liltte hair and SHE IS SO CUTE---

Prolly is Malleus who offers the idea of the blessings in the first place, but obvs he talked with Lilia and Sebek before hand to know which one of them would give the baby each blessing. Aaaand avoid giving a blessing that would be "too much" in Lilia's own words (Sebek initial blessing was that Sheila could destroy her enemies with only one hit. Malleus at first wanted to give her the gift of FLYING. Needless to say, Lilia encourge them to choose another, less dangerous gift).

SO, the Blessing time ends up being like this:

Malleus Blessing for Sheila is being inmune of any harm (emotional or physical), to overcome what is put in her way with happiness, that she would grow up to be a very cheerfull and loved person by anyone who meets her, and she would live a long, fullfing life. By far the most emotional about his gift/blessing (mainly because he was so scared of messing up this for Sheila and causing her the same kind of damage that the counsuls did to him with their gifts) he fears that his gift ends up being the same curse that he carried for so many years--

But when he saw how the baby just giggles at the sparkles of the magic of his blessing (he was probably holding her for the belssing to be done), extending her little arms towards him, sorry, he cant avoid but feel smothered with pure platonic love for this creature. He WILL make sure she is well-loved.

Sebek's Blessing is way more straight to the point but not less meaningfull. He bless Sheila with great inteligence, a great, open, and curious mind, that will learn and accept anything and anyone around her. Again, this is something that Sebek wished to have learned wayyyy early in his life, so he decides to give this as his gift to Sheila in order for her to not make his mistakes, to be a better person.

He is unnusually quiet at the moment of the blessing too, he dosent use his strident, almost screaming voice. He almost is whispering (because the baby is half a sleep, and he feels SO guilty each time he awakes her when he cames to Ramshackle) and when he is done, Sheila just, STARES at his soul, and Sebek just stares back for pure reflexion, to everyone amusement.

Finally, Lilia's Blessing. A part of me thinks he would give the most savage blessing of the Three (bc is Lilia who are we talking about) but if he has to choose only ONE (not dangerous) blessing to give to Sheila, would be the Blessing of song, of having a voice and singing that would be equally melodius and charming (like in the original tale lol).

He acts so unserious in comparation of Malleus and Sebek, but the true sentimentalism of the old bat is when he sees Yuu holding Sheila as she falls asleep when the blessing ceremony is over, she looks so familiar, yet so different from...someone... in a nice way, a really, really nice way.

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(ESPAÑOL)

¡AWWWW, claro! Malleus, Lilia y Sebek se reúnen cerca de la bebé Sheila (cuando Yuu se recupera lo suficiente como para recibir visitas, Silver y Sebek ayudan con el mantenimiento de Ramshackle junto con los demás de Primer Año) y todos se enternecen con ella. Es tan pequeña y adorable, tiene esas manitas que solo cubren un dedo y ese pelito, ¡y ES TAN LINDA!

Probablemente Malleus fue quien propuso la idea de las bendiciones, pero obviamente habló con Lilia y Sebek antes para saber cuál de ellos le daría cada bendición a la bebé. Y evitar dar una bendición que, según Lilia, sería "demasiado", según sus propias palabras (la bendición inicial de Sebek era que Sheila podía destruir a sus enemigos de un solo golpe. Malleus al principio quería darle el don de VOLAR. Ni que decir tiene que Lilia los animó a elegir otro don menos peligroso).

Así que, el momento de la Bendición termina siendo así:

La Bendición de Malleus para Sheila es ser inmune a cualquier daño (emocional o físico), superar cualquier obstáculo con felicidad, que crezca para ser una persona alegre y querida por cualquiera que la conozca, y que viva una vida larga y plena. Sin duda, lo más emotivo de su regalo/bendición (principalmente porque tenía mucho miedo de arruinarle esto a Sheila y causarle el mismo daño que los cónsules le hicieron con sus regalos) es que teme que su regalo termine siendo la misma maldición que cargó durante tantos años.

Pero cuando vio cómo la bebé se reía nerviosamente ante los destellos de la magia de su bendición (probablemente la estaba sosteniendo mientras la bendecía), extendiendo sus bracitos hacia él, lo siento, no puede evitar sentirse abrumado por un amor puro y platónico por esta criatura. Él se asegurará de que sea bien amada.

La Bendición de Sebek es mucho más directa, pero no por ello menos significativa. Bendice a Sheila con una gran inteligencia, una mente abierta y curiosa, dispuesta a aprender y aceptar todo y a todos a su alrededor. De nuevo, esto es algo que Sebek deseó haber aprendido desde muy joven, así que decide dárselo como regalo a Sheila para que no cometa sus errores y sea mejor persona.

También está inusualmente callado en el momento de la bendición; no usa su voz estridente, casi chillona. Casi susurra (porque la bebé está medio dormida y se siente muy culpable cada vez que la despierta al llegar a Ramshackle). Al terminar, Sheila simplemente mira fijamente su alma, y ​​Sebek le devuelve la mirada, para pura reflexión, para diversión de todos.

Finalmente, la Bendición de Lilia. Una parte de mí piensa que daría la bendición más salvaje de las tres (porque hablamos de Lilia), pero si tuviera que elegir solo UNA bendición (no peligrosa) para Sheila, sería la Bendición de la Canción, de tener una voz y un canto igual de melodiosos y encantadores (como en el cuento original, jaja).

Actúa de forma tan poco seria en comparación con Malleus y Sebek, pero el verdadero sentimentalismo del viejo murciélago surge cuando ve a Yuu sosteniendo a Sheila mientras se duerme al terminar la ceremonia de bendición. Me parece tan familiar, pero a la vez tan diferente de… alguien… de una forma agradable, de una forma muy, muy agradable.

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[ducksido]

Hello! Can you please write about Lilia's first meeting with his daughter's first boyfriend (reader)? The boyfriend could be Leona, Vil, Azul or anyone else (whoever you like best)!

(I'm doing 6 characters + adding silver's reactions to the boyfriends) Papa Lilia + Brother Silver Reacting to Fem!Reader's boyfriend

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING LEONA

Lilia: Lilia smirks behind his tea cup, amused by Leona lounging on the couch like it’s his kingdom.

"So, you're the one who's been stealing my little girl's naps, hm?" Lilia muses with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Leona snorts. "She comes to me for naps. Big difference."

"Bold." Lilia leans in, crimson eyes sharp. "But can you protect her when she's vulnerable?"

Leona’s ears twitch. "I don’t plan to let anything get that far. I’ll be awake before she ever needs it."

That earns a small, genuine smile from Lilia. “Good. She likes the quiet types… until they're not."

Silver: Silver gives a long, slow blink as Leona yawns through dinner.

“You nap a lot,” Silver notes.

Leona shrugs. “So does your sister. We match.”

Silver tilts his head, “If you ever forget to wake up and she’s left waiting… I won’t.”

For the first time, Leona sits up straighter. "Noted."

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING VIL

Lilia: Lilia watches Vil inspect a smudge on the mirror and chuckles.

“You know, it’s rare I meet someone who preens more than I did in my prime.”

Vil doesn’t even look away. “I’d say I’m still in mine.”

“Oho~ confidence.” Lilia’s fangs glint. “But what happens when she wakes up with a messy bun and drool? Still think she's beautiful?”

Vil straightens, voice firm. “More than ever. Her comfort matters more than polish.”

Lilia hums. "You're growing on me, peacock."

Silver: Silver examines Vil for a long moment. “You like perfection.”

Vil nods. “I strive for excellence. Your sister deserves no less.”

Silver smiles faintly. “She needs someone who sees her value, even in her worst days.”

Vil meets his gaze. “I do.”

Silver finally looks relaxed. “Then I won’t stand in your way.”

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING AZUL

Lilia: Lilia spins a spoon in his coffee. “So… a businessman.”

Azul adjusts his glasses, nervous but composed. “Yes. I want to provide a future for her. Security, stability.”

Lilia leans forward. “She doesn’t want a contract, Azul. She wants someone who’ll hold her hand during storms.”

Azul’s face softens. “Then I’ll build the umbrella with her.”

Lilia chuckles. “Romantic and practical. Dangerous combo.”

Silver: Silver watches Azul fiddle with a pen during lunch.

“You’re nervous,” Silver states.

“I just want to be good enough,” Azul admits.

Silver nods slowly. “Then you’re already trying harder than most.”

He lets a small smile show. “Just don’t make her cry, or I’ll make you read those contracts backwards.”

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING ROLLO

Lilia: Lilia stares at Rollo over his tea with a suspiciously pleasant smile. “A bishop’s boy, huh?”

Rollo doesn’t flinch. “I understand the reputation. But your daughter brings me peace I never knew I needed.”

“Oh?” Lilia raises a brow. “Even with her chaos?”

Rollo smiles—genuinely. “Especially then.”

Lilia blinks, surprised. “Huh. Maybe you’re not as stiff as I thought.”

Silver: Silver narrows his eyes at Rollo’s straight posture.

“You’re too perfect,” Silver mumbles.

Rollo tilts his head. “Is that… bad?”

Silver sighs. “She needs someone who lets her laugh. Can you?”

There’s a pause.

“I’m learning,” Rollo says quietly.

Silver watches him. “Then I’ll watch you, too.”

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING RUGGIE

Lilia: Lilia eyes Ruggie over his steamy bowl of stew. “What’s your angle, hyena?”

Ruggie grins, scratching his head. “No angle, sir. She’s just real nice to me.”

Lilia leans in. “And when times get tough?”

“I’ve survived worse,” Ruggie says seriously. “I just wanna make her smile.”

Lilia's gaze softens. “Huh… streetwise with a soft spot. Just her type.”

Silver: Silver watches Ruggie steal the last bread roll and offer it to his sister.

“You steal from everyone?”

“Only the ones I like,” Ruggie jokes.

Silver cracks a tiny smile. “Then I’ll keep my wallet close.”

Ruggie laughs. “Better keep your sister closer then.”

🌙 LILIA + SILVER MEETING SEBEK (basically meeting boyfriend!sebek???)

Lilia: It’s a quiet afternoon in Diasomnia. Lilia’s halfway through his tea when Sebek enters the room with all the subtlety of a thunderstorm.

“LILIA-SAMA!” he bellows, back straight, eyes burning with intensity.

Lilia doesn’t even flinch. “Yes, Sebek? Did you burn the curtains again?”

“N-NO! I come bearing… A DECLARATION!”

That gets a brow raise. Lilia lowers his teacup, intrigued. “Oh? You're not usually this dramatic unless you’re quoting Malleus.”

Sebek inhales deeply. “I—SEBEK ZIGVOLT—AM DATING YOUR DAUGHTER.”

Silence.

Then—

Lilia blinks once. Twice.

“…That’s it?” he finally says. “I thought you were going to tell me the apocalypse had started.”

“I WANTED TO BE FORMAL!” Sebek defends, stiff with tension.

Lilia chuckles, amused. “Kiddo, you’ve known us your whole life. You were literally five when you declared you'd 'protect her with your toy sword.’ I figured this would happen eventually.”

Sebek flushes bright pink. “I—I take this seriously!”

“And I know you do,” Lilia says warmly. “Just remember she’s not a porcelain doll. Let her tease you back sometimes.”

“I… I will try!”

Silver: Silver looks up from brushing the family bird. “You’re only now making it official?”

Sebek startles. “Y-YES!”

Silver lets out a slow sigh. “You’ve carried her schoolbag since middle school. I figured you were either dating or auditioning for knighthood.”

Sebek turns red again. “I—I DID BOTH!”

Silver stands, walks over, and clasps Sebek’s shoulder. “Then take care of her. Not like a knight guarding a princess… but like a partner. Equal and honest.”

Sebek’s voice softens for the first time all day. “I will. I promise.”

“…Also, if I hear you yelling love declarations past curfew again, I’m locking you outside.”

“ACKNOWLEDGED!!”!

[blueblossomrose]

This special post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, FLUFFY, TOO MUCH FLUFFY 😭 my obsession with old Disney movies screaming, fem!afab!MC, family n children, MC having a dream of getting married, reference very slightly to Cinderella (1950) obviously, diasomnia boys having their happy ending.

Note(s): I AM SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THIS HIATUS, GUYS 😭😭😭 My mind was so busy these last few months with all my works thinking about writing that fluffy fluffy special to make up for my days of writing block after going on vacation for Carnaval 👽 I hope you guys love it as much as I... that cried writing it 💀 and I hope this excuses this long inactivity ☠️

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A Wish Your Heart Makes

Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true

“Are happy endings fairy tale's thing?”

Malleus couldn’t say. Human inventions had always been a mystery to him. He always had a distant and almost skeptical view of the happy endings that human stories so extol. To him, these narratives were like the light breeze of a summer night, pleasant and fleeting, but difficult to grasp and truly understand. As a fae, his nature made him see the world from a different perspective, and the idea of an ending — whether happy or tragic — was, to him, a human thing. He found it curious how humans always yearned for a definitive outcome, as if it were a vital necessity of their ephemeral existences. They sought in stories the hope that, in the end, everything would work out.

Malleus had never given much thought to his own dreams. Not in the others sense, at least. He understood dreams as manifestations of the mind, echoes of the subconscious, scattered fragments of reality shaped by desire or fear.

To him, dreams were almost tangible, an intrinsic element of his own magic — and yet he had never stopped to consider what it was that he, Malleus Draconia, truly desired.

Not that Briar Valley didn't have its own stories... but thinking about it that way, humans are far removed from theirs.

Happy endings… the concept was foreign to him. Fairy tales were — ironically — human stories, created to comfort fragile hearts, tales where love always prevailed and heroes were rewarded for their virtue.

Dragons like him, however, were supposed to be the obstacles that prevented such happiness. Beautiful and powerful beings... but lonely.

But then, there was [Name]. The magicless human who one day appeared in his life and in a few months, made his already apparently consolidated worldview turn upside down.

It was [Name] who taught him to dream.

She spoke of dreams as something beautiful and fragile. When they were still in school, he had heard her whisper to herself, with a twinkle in her eye, about how she wanted to marry one day. Because she wanted true love.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes,” she had said once, and it's been stuck in his head ever since.

Such a simple explanation for something that took him a long time to elaborate. Maybe that was the simplicity that comes with such a short life. He admired it, even back then.

The thought did not linger, however. No, he knew. He was in love. Happy endings...

The great hall of Briar Valley Castle glowed with enchanted candlelight, reflecting off the stained glass windows that adorned the ancient stone walls. The air was filled with the soft melody of a waltz as nobles and ambassadors watched with interest as the king and queen’s eldest daughter, Princess Aurora, danced with her suitor, as her pink gown swirled gracefully.

It was a grand celebration, the 16th birthday of the half-fae princess.

The old senators of the council, those whom Malleus deeply despised, were present, but they kept to themselves. Their accessibility was limited, limited by the changes Malleus and his human had brought about over the years. There was still resistance — whom Malleus called idiots and fools when he was particularly angry — but most of the councilors and palace staff had already surrendered to the strength of [Name]’s kindness, which contrasted with her husband's sometimes skittish temperament.

Aurora, the star of the night, twirled around the ballroom, she looked a beguiling sight, wearing the pink gown she had specially ordered for the occasion — certainly influenced by a certain bat fae she referred to as 'Grandpa Lilia' — along with the jewelry she received as a gift from her great-grandmother, Maleficia.

From where they stood, Malleus and [Name] watched in silence. His green eyes shone with something between pride and nostalgia.

“She’s beautiful,” [Name] murmured, a soft smile on her lips as her eyes followed her daughter’s every graceful movement.

Malleus watched her for a moment before answering. “Yes… but I confess I didn’t expect this day to come so quickly. I still remember when she had to climb on a chair to reach my stomach.”

[Name] chuckled softly. “I guess now she might just look at you.”

Malleus let out an amused sigh, but his gaze returned to his daughter with a touch of melancholy. “Humans grow up too fast...”

Before [Name] could respond, a movement beneath one of the large buffet tables caught her attention. She frowned as she noticed two small silhouettes sneaking stealthily between the legs of the furniture.

The six-year-old twins Magnus and Kyrval were under the table, trying to steal sweets from the silver trays. Their green eyes glinted with mischief as they reached out for honey cakes and candied fruit. But before they could escape with their stolen candies, two soldiers scared the two by pulling them out from under the table.

“My lords... you can't just crawl through the royal hall like that!” one of the soldiers scolded, the respectful but firm voice.

“But we're hungry!” Magnus protested, holding a piece of cheese as if it were a precious treasure.

“And small meals taste better!” Kyrval added, blinking innocently.

“Magnus! Kyrval!” she scolded them almost immediately as Malleus held back a laugh.

“They inherited Lilia’s mischievous spirit… and a little of yours, perhaps.”

[Name] gave him an indignant look. “Mine? Malleus, I don’t remember myself going around stealing sweets at royal balls!”

He chuckled softly, leaning toward her. “No… but I do remember a certain young lady who stole my heart many years ago.”

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, but she smiled sweetly almost automatically with the phrase. “... Do you regret that, your majesty?”

Malleus didn’t answer right away. His green eyes roamed the hall — his children, his wife, the castle lit up in celebration... faes, half-faes and even some humans... not alone.

Then he looked at [Name] again, his expression softening in a way only she could see. “Never.” He gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

He never imagined he would have something like this.

Everything changed when the girl from another world appeared. No fear. No hesitation. No one knows why the magic mirror brought [Name] to Twisted Wonderland... but honestly? Malleus was glad it did. She was the deepest desire within his heart. His dream.

Dragons aren't usually given happy endings. Maybe, just maybe... he was an exception to the rule.

He looked at [Name], his eyes meeting hers with a soft glow. And he’s happy with it.

To dream is to wish.

Lilia had been thinking about this idea for years. In his long life of over 700 years, he had experienced many misfortunes, losses, and sorrows — wars that devastated kingdoms, bitter goodbyes, and the feeling of carrying the weight of everthing on his shoulders.

But he had also been able to find happiness.

In raising Silver, in the tenderness of caring for Malleus, in the moments of pride in watching Sebek mature, even if in fits and starts.

He had never really dreamed of anything more than that. If he were honest with himself, his wish was simple: peace. How it would come, in what form, with whom — it didn’t matter.

But, as always, life had decided for him. With his children grown up, with their own homes, paths and families, he thought it might be time to explore the world. To wander. To be in distant cities. To sleep under the stars, free from worries. But that was not what happened.

A sweet wife from a distant world without magic and lively triplets had made his life much more noisy. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

The kitchen was scented with lavender and some sweet-smelling incense he had bought on a trip they took a year ago. He remembers getting a huge scolding from [Name] for buying so many, but he light them almost every day. Lilia, wearing an apron embroidered with small berries — a gift from the girls last Father's Day —, washed the dishes while humming softly.

“Dad, come see!” Aisha’s voice cut through the air with excitement. “I’m humiliating Arista at the Kart again!”

Lilia raised his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. With a light snap of his fingers, the utensils began to wash themselves, floating gently around the sink. He took off his apron, drying his hands with a cloth and headed to the living room.

“Humiliating me?” Arista replied with a joking frown. “All I saw was you losing it and pushing all the buttons!”

It was Lilia's first time raising girls, and it was in this chaotic and adorable process that he came to an inevitable conclusion: raising children would always be a constant learning experience — regardless of your experience in the subject.

“Battle tactics, you wouldn’t understand!” Aisha declared with exaggerated confidence, lunging forward as if that would speed up her character in the game.

“I win.” Arista said in a calm and satisfied tone, leaning back on the sofa like a queen on a throne, the controller resting gently on her lap.

"Whaaat?!" Aisha screamed, jumping from where she was sitting as if she had just been stabbed. Her wide eyes stared at the screen where the dots shone mercilessly: Arista - 1st place.

Lilia, who was watching the scene from the kitchen door, laughed softly.

"Wow, Arista..." Adela said softly, briefly looking away from her book to her older sister. She wasn't the most competitive, but she was always there to support her sisters, even with her shy and quiet personality. At the moment, she was gently stroking the silky fur of one of Lilia's bats, which was sleeping curled up in her lap like a fluffy, furry ball.

Count Fabulous — as [Name] gave him when she and Lilia were still studying at NRC — was the most spoiled of Lilia’s bats. Ever since Adela was a baby, he had followed her around, perching on nearby furniture or on her head as if he were her personal protector. Now, he dozed heavily, his ears fluttering slightly, lulled by the girl’s soft voice, but with Aisha and Arista moving on the couch, he ended up waking up and squeaking when he looked at the screen.

“Even Count is surprised,” Lilia murmured humorously, watching the bat stir fluttering the fabric of Adela's dress.

Adela smiled, stroking his back with a finger. “He bet on Aisha, I think.”

“Cute little traitor.” Arista said, smiling despite the line.

With the girls still vibrating with the echoes of the game’s contention, the front door opened with a soft creak, followed by the familiar sound of [Name]’s footsteps. Lilia looked up with a soft glow in his red eyes and smiled as he saw his wife’s figure crossing the threshold of the house.

Without saying a word, [Name] walked over to the couch where the triplets were spread out and, with a theatrical movement, threw herself gently on top of them, like a human blanket. She didn't press too hard, of course — just enough to cover them with her body and elicit immediate reactions.

"Mom!!," Aisha protested between laughs, trying to free herself.

"Rescue mission! Fabulous, save us!" Arista shouted, laughing, while Count Fabulous just opened one lazy eye on Adela's lap before settling back down, oblivious to the commotion.

"Mama, you're feel cold... stay a little longer..." Adela murmured, hugging her mother's arm affectionately.

"My days off are coming..." [Name] said, her voice muffled between her daughters' hair and the pillows. "I missed my noisy gang so so so much~"

Lilia approached the couch with his hands on his hips, his eyes half-closed and a mischievous smile curving his lips. “Can I join you?” he asked with false innocence.

Before any of the four could respond, the couch rocked gently, and then, with a soft green glow, it tilted forward as if it had a life of its own, gently dumping all of the girls onto the living room’s plush carpet. A bundle of giggles, messy hair, arms and legs all jumbled together, collapsed to the floor like a pile of animated pillows.

“AH! Dad!!” Aisha and Arista shouted in unison, Aisha louder than Arista, actually.

"I was comfortable, papa!" Adela grumbled, sitting down with Count Fabulous all ruffled on her lap, flapping his wings indignantly before landing again, huffing softly.

"I can't believe it, Lilia!" [Name] said, trying to look angry, but already with a smile on her lips and her eyes shining with laughter. Lilia approached slowly, as if he were going to seal a peace agreement with a kiss, and so he did — he leaned over, laughing softly, and kissed her forehead sweetly before lying down on top of everyone like [Name] did moments ago.

"Not agaaaain!" the three shouted in unison, between laughter and attempts to escape from their father's arms.

Still stretched out on the rug, the girls pointed to the ceiling, commenting excitedly on the floating ornaments — small enchanted lights that spun gently like fireflies caught in a whirlwind. They were souvenirs left by 'big bro' — Silver — on his last visit.

To some people, the idea of a house still full of young children might seem like the complete opposite of a peaceful retirement. And by traditional standards of rest, it was.

But to Lilia it didn't matter. It never mattered. Being with his family was what he dreamed of. It was all he wish for. “In dreams you lose your headaches, whoever you wish for, you keep.”

There was his rest. Not in the empty spaces, but in the constant presence. In the sound of clumsy footsteps in the mornings, in the voices calling "Dad!" throughout the house, in the tight hugs, in the fights over the last cookie, in the notes left on the table and the stories told under blankets.

Yes, he still traveled. He had his moments of adventure, exploring new places with the girls strapped to backpacks, [Name] with the map in hand. It was in family. It was messy. It was noisy.

This was Lilia’s rest. A rest in true Lilia style: full of voices, chaotic, but overflowing with love.

Silver knew dreaming well. It was what he had done for most of his life, and it was also an instinctive part of his own magic. Dreams were a sweet treat, a place where his worries melted away and all that was left was the best, most beautiful sky and peace.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through,” When he thought of this, what came to mind was his desire to serve Malleus, to be the knight that Lilia trained him to be. At the same time, he wanted to be with his family and friends, but he didn’t expect to fall in love.

It came subtly, with dreams. He saw her. A charming girl, who in his opinion was beautiful. She was there, in his deepest dreams, and he did not understand who she was… until he saw [Name] for the first time.

He was lying on the couch, his head resting on [Name's] lap. She was gently stroking his hair, her fingers running through it like a gentle wind. With the book on one of her hands, she was quietly reading an old story, pausing only to smile at the faces Silver made when his bangs fell into his eyes because of her caresses. He had returned from work tired, not with the same chronic drowsiness of his adolescence, but with the normal tiredness of someone who dutifully fulfills his duties. As one of the most trusted knights of the king, Silver carried great responsibility on his shoulders. But at home, with them, he could truly rest. The sound of pages turning mingled with the distant ticking of the wall clock and the rustling of leaves outside.

"Daddy!" Hana yelled happily, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as she ran across the room. Without stopping, she threw herself at Silver with an enthusiastic hug, nearly knocking him off the couch. Her blond hair flew like gold threads in the wind, and her auroral eyes sparkled with joy. Silver jumped a little on the couch, a gasp escaping him at the impact—more from surprise than pain.

[Name] let out a light laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand as her gaze danced between her husband and daughter. Silver, even exhausted, gave a gentle smile, his half-closed eyes opening a little wider to look at his beautiful — literal — princess. And she loved being called that. Every time she heard the title come out of her father's calm voice, her little face lit up.

Hana wasn’t old enough to know exactly everything about her family, so Silver tried to tell her what was appropriate for a child to know, sometimes with the help of Lilia and [Name]. He had long realized that his daughter loved the concept of princesses. But not political princesses, more 'real' ones— she liked the ones who sang with the animals of the forest, the fairy tale ones. He would never forget the almost heavenly glow in her eyes the day Malleus bowed slightly, placed his crown on Hana’s little head, and said with a faint smile: "There, now the princess has a crown." Hana was ecstatic. She spent a whole week wearing tiaras made of flowers or paper.

“Daddy, you came home early today!” she said, her adorable little voice filling Silver’s ears like sweet music, while those little arms wrapped tightly and lovingly around his neck.

"I was able to be released early by order of General Zigvolt, my princess." Silver said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

[Name] laughed again. She gently tugged at a lock of Silver’s hair. “Sebek released you? Now that’s a surprise,” she said, raising an eyebrow humorously.

Silver couldn’t help but laugh at [Name’s] words. Sebek was adamant about schedules most of the time, and that was no secret to anyone. On the one hand, it was good. He kept everything in order, like a true general. On the other hand… well.

Hana, who was squirming between her parents with the energy that children normally have, rolled over with such excitement that she almost slipped off the couch, but Silver was faster. With a fluid movement he caught her with one strong hand, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her back safely.

“Careful, princess,” Silver said, his auroral eyes resting on her with tenderness and attention.

Hana lifted her chin proudly, her little hands on her hips and a glint in her eyes. “I knew Daddy would catch me, so I’m not afraid!”

Silver smiled once more. “I will always catch you, but take care of yourself too, my flower,” he said, his voice as serene as ever.

“Okay!” Hana smiled at her father, that innocent smile that lit up the soul, before stretching backwards like a little cat in the sun. As her arms stretched lazily, her voice filled the living room, chattering about her day. Silver listened to everything with full attention, his calm eyes fixed on her, and his hands always ready in case she slipped off the couch again.

In a moment of pause, Hana began to play absentmindedly with the wedding ring on her father's finger, slowly turning it with her small, delicate fingers. Without warning, Hana simply sleep. She slid softly onto Silver’s chest, her breathing even and calm, her golden eyelashes resting on her rosy cheeks. Silver felt her soft weight and had to suppress the urge to laugh. Hana was a thousand times more energetic than he had been in his childhood, — which, honestly, wasn’t much of a feat, considering his old constant sleeping habits — but when she got tired, there was no warning. She would simply pass out, as if someone had flipped a switch in her.

Silver rested her little head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her back. He felt his daughter's heart beating softly, and the warmth of her pressed against his chest was all he needed to know that he was at home.

For a moment, all was silence and peace—the kind that only existed within the purest dreams. When he thought about his life now, about everything he had experienced—he never, not in a million years, expected to be graced with such happiness. His rainbow had come. And now it slept softly on his chest, in a little flowery dress, with her little hand still holding his finger.

"Daydreaming again?" [Name] whispered to him as she noticed his gaze.

"Living a dream, actually." He replied.

Dream? What he had was not a dream. It was conviction. A solid goal, an unbreakable purpose. He would become a knight worthy of serving Malleus.

Sebek trained until his bones ached, endured thunderstorms —literally— and never took his eyes off the goal. The half-human blood he carried? An obstacle to be overcome with discipline and hard work. “No matter how your heart is grieving, If you keep on believing...”

If anyone, back then, dared to insinuate that he would marry — how awful — a human, he would scream so loudly in their ear that their eardrums would beg for mercy.

But as a wise old man once said — or perhaps it was Lilia in one of his absurd proverbs: "The earth doesn't turn, it capsizes with style."

And now, here he was — Sir Sebek Zigvolt, General, loyal knight to King Malleus Draconia... beside his lovely human wife and their two radiant children.

“Ivan!” Sebek called, his voice still naturally strong, but intentionally softened— an effort he made for only one person. “Don’t pull on the reins so hard! You’ll hurt the horse!”

Ivan, atop a sturdy horse with a grayish coat and a mane that shimmered faintly, turned calmly to his father. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “I know, father. I was just testing whether he responded well to my voice,” he replied, with that subtle teasing tone that only Sebek recognized as a direct inheritance from [Name].

Nearby, sitting under the shade of a cherry tree with their daughter, [Name] held back her laughter. The pent-up sound still escaped in joyful sighs. “Where did you get that horse again?” she asked, arching an eyebrow with an amused smile.

Sebek huffs, trying to maintain his composure. "For training, of course."

"Of course it is." [Name] held back a slight loving eye roll at Sebek's words, that kind of response so typical of him.

She then watched him approach Amelie with affection visible on his naturally stern face—a softness that only emerged in front of his daughter.

As quietly as his voice would allow, he knelt down at her level and said, “Are you enjoying the stroll, my lady?”

Amelie looked at him with shining eyes. A small, bright smile spread across her face. “Yes, Daddy!” she answered happily, and raised her short arms toward him, asking to be held.

Without hesitation, Sebek picked her up with the greatest care in the world. He positioned Amelie against his chest, shielding her ears from the loud tinkling sound.

Ivan, who was watching everything from the top of the horse, arched an eyebrow as if he was about to make a sharp comment. But when he saw his sister nestled against his father's chest, her little fingers playing with the brooch on Sebek's clothes, he simply got off his horse and approached in silence.

"General Zigvolt, you are breaking the knightly protocol again," Ivan said, his tone exaggeratedly serious, but his eyes barely concealed the amusement.

Sebek gave him a half-closed look. "When you turn a father, you will understand that there is no protocol more sacred than that of protecting your children." He adjusted Amelie better in his arms. "And put on those gloves properly, Ivan. A knight must always be ready."

Ivan sighed at the drama. Then, he knelt down beside his dad, leaning down slightly until he was at his sister’s level.

“Are you having fun, Lie?” he asked softly, touching her nose with a finger.

Amelie laughed softly. “Yes! Ivan looks beautiful in his armor!” he declared, as if it were the greatest truth in the universe. Ivan blushed slightly, and [Name] could barely contain another laugh.

Sebek would be lying if he said he’d never considered having children. Perhaps, in some distant future—if he reached the pinnacle of his career as a loyal and worthy knight—he might be granted the honor of marrying a pure-blooded fae. It was the kind of future he’d always been pictured as: respectable, honorable…

But now… now, when he looked at his little Amelie against his chest, or at Ivan laughing as he receives a sweet stroke of his hair from his mother— the image seemed absurd. Almost laughable.

All his life, he had been taught, indoctrinated, encouraged — partially? Completely — by his grandfather Baul, to hate a part of himself. To deny it. To hide it. To regard his human half as inferior, weak, inconvenient. To view his own father with disdain. And for a while… he believed it. He carried that hatred like a banner.

He wasn’t crucifying his grandfather, of course not. Old Baul had fought in a cruel war, with countless losses. He was a marked veteran —scarred, traumatized, and horrified.

But the truth was this: Sebek was happy. Happy that this human girl without magic, from another world, had stepped through the magic mirror and—clumsily—interfered in his life. And stayed.

[Name] had changed him. More than anything else, anyone else. Sure, Silver, and even his insufferable classmates at Night Raven College had their part in deconstructing his prejudices. But the real turning point came with her.

He remembered well the day of his first visit to his old home. [Name] squeezed his hand. And he remembered the look in his father’s eyes. The way Mr. Zigvolt — that loving, always clumsy, always smiling dentist — looked at him with so much love… and no hurt. Even after all the years of rejection. Sebek bowed. And apologized. He saw his father’s eyes fill with tears. And yes — of course he had always been that emotional fool, and Sebek used to get irritated by it. But now, no. Now, he understood. And it didn’t bother him anymore.

In the middle of his thoughts, Sebek heard soft voices breaking through.

“Grandpa and Grandma will definitely make that recipe when we visit them next weekend. I mean, I bet great-grandpa will be there too,” said Ivan, with the confidence of someone who had already foreseen the entire menu and the habitual discussion from his grandparents' house.

“Haha, great-grandpa is so funny!” replied Amelie, swinging her legs back and forth. “He always fights with grandpa to hold us back..."

Sebek sighed with a tiny smile. The sight of Baul arguing with Mr. Zigvolt over who would pick up Amelie first was, in fact, more frequent than he cared to admit.

Sebek helped Ivan mount again, adjusting the saddle with practiced precision. When Amelie asked to climb on too, he didn't hesitate - his arms lifted her as if she were a feather, carefully placing her in front of her brother. She held the reins with wide eyes of excitement, and Ivan guided her with the same care that their father showed her. It was beautiful to see. It was in these moments that Sebek realized that he was indeed an example.

[Name] watched everything with a growing warmth in her chest. She would never have imagined — ever — that this half-impossible dream would end like this. No. It wouldn't end. It had started like this. A home. A family.

“The dream that you wish, will come true.”

And the funniest part? Sebek said,with all the letters, that he would never be like his father. But there he was, discreetly pushing a small, colorful package of magic candy into his children's hands after successfully dodging the horse.

"Don't tell your mother," he murmured, with a half-smile on his lips. [Name] watched the scene in silence, holding back her laughter. She saw Ivan and Amelie exchange knowing looks, make the silence symbol with their fingers on their lips and smile mischievously.

And that was true for Sebek, too. When he saw himself with a smile on his face — sincere, wide, light —watching his children share the candy, laughing and whispering among themselves… He realized. This was more than a dream. It was a reality.

His wish to become a knight, which had once existed only for honor, glory, and pride, had transformed. It wasn’t just for Malleus, or even for himself.

To protect his home. His wife. His children. That human part of him that he had once despised… but now, finally, he loved.

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characters: Rook, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Silver and Sebek x F!Reader

[dollyix-angelixhmph]

Tbh I hate the fact that there is an story that pops up in my TikTok fyp and actually has a trashy yet cringingly addicting storyplot despite it's terrible narrating, and all that belongs to goodnovel. Like, why do I need to pay for that??? A literal storyline where the female MC gets mistreatedby their love interest and ends up being the blame for "their first love" like bitch. If you wanted to get with your first love then you should've said it, no need to lead on our female protag whose brain is the size of air thinking you actually love the fem!mc. Like, babes no... just tell the mc that you don't actually love her and give a reason, not "I had no choice" or "You did this to me" Fucker you did that to yourself for accepting 🤨.

You know what? Recently, I've found a vid about goodnovel on tiktok that actually peaked my interest.

It goes like this: The female protag is at home in her pink pj's and is eating popcorn while watching a movie. Shes waiting for her husband to celebrate their 12th annivarsery together, thing is, the female protag KNOWS that her husband doesn't like her and would rather much be with his 'first love'. Oh, the female protag didnt want him for love (well, AT FIRST she did, but now she doesnt) and stayed for his cash since the love wasnt reciprocated, so why would she continue to love him if he doesnt like his own wife? In comes a notif in her phone and its her husband and the husband's first love in his posts about coming back.

Then he brings his first love with him to their house.

The female protag? She puts on the "shy, meek, housewife" facade, and while reading her husband's thoughts, she heard the first love's thoughts.

Turns out, the husband's first love is a lesbian.

Whats even better is that, the woman was supposedly the husband's type. Elegant, gentle, soft-spoken, velvety voice, sharp, seductive eyes, beautiful features, noble, a gentlewoman.

So, imagine the 'noble' woman's thoughts about the husband's wife (fem protag).

THE FL (First love) WAS DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR THE FEMALE PROTAG.

I think I should make a fic about this but with the TWST characters being female AND being mc husband's first love(s).

Im sorry, I just love it when a harem includes women, and women only.

Soo... what do you guys say? Fem!twst cast x mistreated wife!reader? 😍😍😍🤭

But be warned, though. I'd like to think the female protagonist (whom I'm about to write-) is going to wesr different lingeries and pretty feminine clothing bc i like that.

Sooo???? Anyone??? Oh, and I'm going to include Elysia too. I cant leave bbg alone.

In progress...

[anhniedraw]

Back to my fem twst doodles this time ft. The first years

Yes i have a favorite yes it’s Ace if u can’t tell by now lol. Ghost marriage is my favorite twst event so i have to draw ace in a dress. Also Ace get tease no matter which gender.

I love the first years gang dynamic so much. A bunch of loveable idiots. I hope to able to draw them more.

No ideas what hairstyle to give to ortho so i’m open for suggestions.

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TWST CHARA DOODLE DUMP

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