#headwardens x gn!reader

[khae-writes]

SCREAMINGAAAGH

Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things. 

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?" 

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t. 

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well. 

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?” 

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to. 

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!” 

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary. 

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?” 

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

[azlrse]

➳ the headwardens as fathers (twst x gn!reader headcanons; separate)

cw: 'a decade later' au, fluff, accurate/canon take on the houswardens' background, angst in some parts (mostly on vil and idia's part)

a/n: decided to post this just to practice the characters as accurate as possible. also, imma be writing some of the housewardens for the first time soo i hope it's good lol

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

due to his upbringing, riddle can be strict towards his children, whether it's from their grades and their studies alone since he believes that one's studies are very important to a child's future.

but not all the time riddle is like this. as a father, he only wants what is best to his children and refuses to treat them the way their grandmother does to him in his childhood. he even encourages them to take a certain career his kid wants. do you want to be a musician? he can buy his kid an instrument they've always wanted. not a musician but instead a baker? he can tell their uncle trey to give them private lessons to be the best baker in the queendom of roses.

there are certain times the two of you are arguing over a punishment. riddle knew rosabella punched a kid (he had flashbacks when her godfather punched him) stole her tart and decided that his kid will be grounded for a week. you, on the other hand, rebutted that she only did it out of self-defense and that's the last tart she had. this goes on back and forth, even for an hour, and her punishment reduced to 2 days minimum. rosabella didn't like that but at least it's better than to stare at books for a week straight.

riddle is the type of father to teach his children magic early on. not because it's enforced by his mother but because he just wants them to use magic in case of emergencies and for them to have an advantage to their education. he encourages them so much that he offers them sweets and strawberry tarts if they make it through their lesson.

overall, riddle's just protective over his children and knows what's best for them but at the same time is strict towards them.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

leona didn't expect to have his own children, especially to the prefect of ramshackle dorm who's grown into a sophisticated and loving adult.

he's the type of father to teach his children the concept of fairness. he doesn't want them to have the same upbringing as he had in his childhood and growing up to have an inferiority complex. leona also embedded to them that one's hardwork can signify what kind of a person are they, especially that they're royalty.

when it comes to his children, he's deep down a girl dad but nonetheless loves his children equally. leona loves spending time with his kids, especially when taking walks around sunset savanna or taking them to ivory springs.

his parenting style can be permissive sometimes but thanks to your constant nagging, he steps in to reprimand them on what's wrong and right. sadly, he doesn't mind when his daughter & son can be demanding sometimes but is behaving very well when it comes to you (thanks to the 'stare' you enforced into them in their childhood).

like riddle, leona also helped his children in terms of their education, he might pull a string or two in order for them to attend a really good school. after all, they don't want the crown prince of sunset savanna and a father to be disappointed, right??

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

hands down, the type of parent who wants his children to pursue the field of finance and marketing. no buts or ifs, he really wants them to pursue such career so that they can take over the business someday when he and their uncles are retiring.

there could be a possibility that his children are half-merfolk since you are human. hence, you and azul wanted to teach your kids both cultures, whether it's on land or water. he can be self-conscious and scared towards his children on the possibility that they inherited his octopus form. what if they didn't like the said form? what if they're being teased because of their body shape? what if they despised it so much that they wished their own father was a merman instead of an cephalopod? you reassured him that the both of you will teach them the importance of self-image and self-love.

speaking of their seaforms, azul is the type of father who will cry when his kid swam on their own for the first time (equivalent to a toddler taking their first steps). it doesn't matter if they're a late bloomer when it comes to their seaform, azul is still proud on the progress his children obtain.

every birthdays & anniversaries or any special occasions are held within the beach. imagine his parents swam on the surface of the ocean just to see their grandchildren. they would gush about how cute their grandchildren were, especially when they're still a little chubby baby.

heavily encourages his kids to fight back just in case they're being bullied by their peers. he's the kind of dad to call them in his office, not to scold them but praising on how they beat up that kid in a pulp (thanks to their uncle floyd ig--)

Kalim Al Asim 💛

husband material + loves children = THE BEST FAMILY MAN OUT OF ALL THE HOUSEWARDENS AND HUSBAND MATERIAL # 1.

probably the type of dad who loves spoiling his children rotten and sometimes gives into their demands but at the same time likes to teach his children the concept of hard work. after all, not all the time everything is handed to them on a silver platter (albeit to their father being raised on a silver spoon).

undoubtedly wants more than 5 children, whether they're biological or not (but will not push through if you are uncomfortable with the idea). this guy is raised having 30+ siblings so it's understandable why he wants that many children and having a huge family.

as usual by kalim, every achievement earned by his children, in academics, extracurriculars or birthdays, holds a grand & extravagant celebration. won the regional spelling bee? a celebration must take place! oh, you hold second place on a swimming completion? here's a parade to celebrate such occasion! a birthday party? that's too plain, how about a 3 day celebration for the birthday kid?

low-key his children would let out an 'aww' when they saw their father kissing you :'33

like leona, kalim would take on a bit on a permissive parenting style since he would give into the demands of his children and saying no makes it difficult for him to say in front of them. thanks to your talks and reprimanding him, he learned to say no directly into them and chose to cool down their tantrums before talking to them again.

Vil Shoenheit 💎

idk how to write vil accurately soo im really sorry if this one sucks and comes across as out of character ;_;;

out of all the housewardens, i believe that vil can be really strict when it comes to his children's appearances but also cares sm for their well-being and is fiercely protective of them. he believes that his children are the splitting of him and his lover (you ofc) plus he's a celebrity and a model so that adds to the fuel on why his children's appearances are really important.

most of his children confided on you on how suffocated they felt due to their father's demands and high standards when it comes to beauty. how they cried, begged and asked you if you still loved them even if they're covered in scars, acne or having oily skin. you reassured them that you and their father loved them so much, much to the children's happiness in hopes that they're father can be less controlling.

of course, you talk about this to your husband regarding this issue and vil can understand the children's point of view. he doesn't want them to be bullied, to be teased or being compared to him since they're the children of the biggest celebrity in the industry. he also promises that he'll talk to the children and apologizes for making them miserable.

on the fluffier side, vil loves spending time with the kids. going shopping or having photography sessions are some of the examples and heavily adores them when his children are being made to be endorsers/models on a children's brand of clothing. when his daughter asked him for tips when it comes to make up, vil didn't hesitate to teach her the basics (also buys her the make up brands she really wanted).

teaches his children the importance of fighting prejudice towards gender norms. vil is the type of father to accept that kind of future his children chose for themselves and does not give a shit when it comes to people's opinions on them; his son wants to wear make up? sure why not, he also wears one during his time as a student in nrc. his daughter wanted to crossdress? why not? it's just clothes and at least she's not waking around naked.

Idia Shroud 💠

to those who voted on the poll and answered idia, ya'll deserve a pat cause he won 😭🙌

as much as i love idia shroud, idia is the houswarden that's least likely to become a father due to his trauma and fucked up family dynamic but what if he does become a father with the only person that he loves and is comfortable to be with?

hands down a helicopter parent fr, like this guy suffered so much that he didn't want his own children to go through the same fate he had in his childhood. man even prohibits his kids to go out w/o telling him first but also values his children's privacy in terms of their gadgets and other private stuff.

when his kids were born, he knew straight up that the kids inherited his flaming blue hair due to his cursed bloodline (and prays that his kids won't hate him for it) but loves it when he saw their (e/c) eyes for the first time (at least his kids looked like the combination of the two of you). aside from that, ortho's excited to become an uncle and wants to be the cool kind of uncle to his brother's children.

as always, when his children were a bit older, he wanted to teach them the basics of coding and video game development. being the children of the director of styx and a professional gamer, he expects his kid to be as good as he is in these kinds of field. if his kids wanted to pursue a different path as he is or a different hobby, he doesn't mind at all but is disappointed to say the least.

due to the shroud curse, at least one of the children has to take over styx when they're now at age sadly. as a father, he really wants them to pursue a future without revolving around in his family's business but they couldn't avoid it.

doesn't care how much his children spent on things due to an immense wealth his family holds. don't be surprised his children's rooms were covered in merch of their favorite video game or fandom. he heavily supports his children having the same passion as he is as a geek.

Malleus Draconia 🐉

HUSBAND MATERIAL #2 FRFRRR

if future malleus told past malleus that he became a father and the husband of the ramshackle dorm's prefect, it's either he'll pass out from happiness or becomes excited so much that he wants to confess his feelings in front of you.

a big family man, aside from his heavy duty as the crowned king of briar valley, he always set aside some time to spend with you and his children on the rose garden by the greenhouse of the castle. he also doesn't care what are the other fae's think about his own half-human faelets, he still loved that the kids are the creation of both of your love to each other.

speaking of the other faes, he will hear a thing or two about children of their ages making fun about their half-human characteristics like having rounded ears instead of pointed ones like their own father. like vil shoenheit, he is fiercely protective about his children and would confront the kid's parents if the bullying had gone too far but he's a really forgiving father don't worry.

adding to the previous statement, his heart would break a bit when he knew either one of his children are either being excluded (preventing them from playing a game with the other kids or isn't invited to a birthday party).

the type of father who let's them sleep in the middle of the both of you when one of them had a nightmare. he can sense it when his children are in dire need of his assistance and wants to sleep beside the both of you for comfort.

really loves it when he sees his children playing on the throne room. he loves the noise they emitted comparing to the quiet and eerie noise the throne room before they were born. one of the playdates you and malleus joined with your children is about a roleplay involving a knight trapped in a tower while a dragon saved them and fell on love with each other. i would imagine them kissing in the final scene as the children gagged from the public display of affection.

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