#twst reader oc

[kandlewick]

In which the Reader meets a Stranger(?)

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3]

If you were being honest, It wasn't hard to continue on with your life as if you hadn't discovered the long forgotten dorm. With every passing day, the memories became duller and grayer, as if they were being stretched thin against the edges of your brain like wispy cotton. Just thinking too hard on it left a lasting dull ache behind your eyes as if the very memory itself wanted to be forgotten.

"Hench-human!" You felt a furry paw slap against your face, claws nearly digging into your cheeks as you turned towards Grim who had made himself at home perched upon your back like he hardly weighed a thing, "You were slacking off again in class just now! What's got your head all messed up? You've been acting all weird ever since you met up with that weird guy, Lilia."

"Sorry, Grim," You gave him an apologetic smile, "I've just been thinking a lot but I just can't remember about what."

Grim narrowed his eyes for a moment before cracking a wicked grin, "You can't remember something you forgot? Myaahhh, well, I just think it wasn't worth nothin' important anyways if it's not worth rememberin'!"

Maybe he was right.

He was not right.

Because, you see, it just kept bothering you. Something was missing, something important. Between classes, you found yourself tearing Ramshackle apart thinking that it must've been a piece of homework or a forgotten ingredient for class or something! But nothing fit. Nothing felt right. It was driving you insane. You had asked the ghosts if you had been forgetting anything important throughout the day but they all just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulder and gave you the answer you were dreading but expecting. It just simply wasn't worth remembering. As much as it made you want to tear your hair out, you had to ignore the strange repetitive scratches against your skull or you really were going to go a little topsy-turvy chasing phantoms.

So you went on with your days, the memory still thinning even further into nothing but the ache. oh, the ache burned.

It all wouldv'e faded if one day, in-between classes, you had bumped shoulders with another student. The sash on their arm was different then the dorms colors you remembered. While it carried the same regal elegance of a Pomefiore purple, the ribbon was a deep and heavy blue. The student stopped for a moment as if shocked by your touch, before they abruptly turned on their heel towards you.

Quickly raising your hands in defense, you backed off, "Sorry, sorry! I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going so, like, it's my bad!"

The strange bespectacled student ignored your apologies and instead, in a fit of excitement, practically threw you off your feet in to a spinning embrace, his arms wrapping themselves firmly around you shoulders! You let out a desperate squeak as he twirled on his feet.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" You thrashed against his hold, arms pressed against your chest, "Let me go!"

You words were met with a laugh as he elegantly unraveled you from his embrace, twirling you around like you were part of an elegant dance, "You remembered me!"

Huh?

"Huh?" You lamely croaked out, eyes wide. This dude was absolutely bananas. He was a complete stranger to you. Surely you would've remembered someone dressed as frivolously as he was, dorm uniform messily put together but still having the same charm of a runway model in one of Vil's magazines. Not only that but you would've definitely had remembered the strange shade of ribbon he has sported on his right arm.

"Tell me," the stranger crossed his arms in a lazy manner, eyes crinkled in delight, "You've been having a weird sense of displacement from your thoughts. Nothing seems to be making any sense? Weird itch in the back of your brain that something feels wrong?"

"Thats..." You felt your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, "Well, you see..."

He cocked a hip to the side and his smile seemed to widen, his hair nearly bouncing in his excitement to let you in on what felt like a huge secret, "What if I told you I knew the reason why and can fix it?"

It didn't take long for him to drag you out of Night Raven and in to the courtyards and if you weren't so deathly curious about the thing you keep forgetting you've forgotten, You really would've been on higher alert around this guy. You could practically hear the sound of Ace and Deuce scolding you.

"You're following a dude you don't even know just because he asked you too? Are you an idiot or just dumb??" Ace...

"You should've called for me! I would've come to beat the guy up if he tried anything!!" Deuce...

You took a moment and apologized to the thought of them, knowing that they would've beat you upside the head because, you know, they care.

"We're here!" The sing-song voice of your mysterious senior shocked you enough to pull you out of your thoughts only for you to have found yourself almost nose to door with a monolith of a castle.

That was not there before.

With a hurried step back, you caught eyes with the boy, "What the hell is this doing on campus?? How come I've never seen it before?"

He only giggled before turning to admire the castle, "You wouldn't know it's here if you weren't looking for it." He almost sighed, be it with fondness or annoyance, you couldn't tell. You turned to follow him, gaze raised to the tower. The scratching at the back of your head seemed to grow with each passing moment your eyes never left the tile, like it wanted to chip away at the fog still etched into your skull.

"Do you remember anything yet?"

You shook your head, "Mmm... Nothing yet but..."

The student only offered an understanding nod of his head, his bangs bouncing, "Don't worry, it will all come back soon." With a measured push of the door, he offered you an arm to take as he lead you inside the mysterious news building.

Everything was dimly lit. The candles lighting the room were aplenty but the flames only brightened so much. Whoever lived here obviously preferred to keep to themselves in the dark.

"Welcome to dorm Rosenfluch."

"Rosenfluch?" You repeated, eyebrows knitted together, "I've never heard of - or seen any students from this dorm before at any of the meetings or at any of the events."

He smiled cheekily, "I could say the same about that ramshackle of a dorm you've got for yourself, Prefect. I'm sure others felt the same way when Crowley gave you that title and a space among the other dorm leaders."

That... made a little sense, actually but what was really confusing was why hadn't you seen any of them before? And even then, he still hasn't given you his name and you really didn't want to call him the creep upperclassmen to his face.

"Ah," He flushed. He reached back and twirled a strand of hair around his finger, pulling at it with a sense of embarrassment. He seemed almost let down, "Yeah. In my excitement, I must have forgotten you've forgotten. Not entirely forgotten but, you know, enough."

"Which reminds me," You thought back to when you two had brushed shoulders in the hallway, "Why would you have assumed I remembered you just from that? Seven, I don't even know your name."

"Mmm..." he hummed, finger once again wrapping around a loose strand, "You see.. that's the other thing. The forgetting is... that's normal. The touching? That means its gone."

"What's gone?"

"The sense of loss, I guess," He sighed, letting go of his hair and instead, he reached forward and offered a hand, his fingers long and sinewy, "It's nice to meet you again, Prefect." He breathed out, almost excited to say the next words, "My name Is Luc and I'm a student here in Night Raven College."

[himasgod]

LEONA X READER

Where you start to ask him to use his UM for you

Where Leona, always insecure and determined about the patheticness of his UM, begins to change after meeting you, an artist who creates glass and crystal figures, and asks him to use his UM to transform glass remains into sand

loved this one <3

Leona hated his Unique Magic. Always had.

Sure, people said it was impressive. The ability to dry anything, to strip it down until it crumbled to dust in your palm? Sounded like the kind of magic suited for a king. Ruinous. Untouchable.

But in practice? It was destructive. Useless. Unoriginal. All it ever did was reduce things into sand. Turn lush greenery into withered husks. Sap water from soil, drain warmth from food, crack even the air with its dryness.

He’d never found a good reason to use it unless he wanted something to disappear.

And Leona Kingscholar didn’t like being reminded that he was good at getting rid of things.

So when you first approached him about it, out of the blue and way too bold for someone who barely knew him, he looked up from the grass in the greenhouse with a deep, annoyed grunt.

“You want me to what, herbivore?”

You stood over him in that stupid art-stained apron you always wore, holding a cracked chunk of smoky, burnt glass in your gloved hands.

“I’m not asking you to blow anything up, geez,” you said lightly. “I just… need some sand.”

He squinted at you. “What, the beach too far for you?”

You smiled. “Yeah, and your sand is better.”

He blinked. “Come again?”

“The sand you make. From your UM.”

You lifted the shard to show him its jagged edge.

“See, this one’s ruined. The shape’s off, and it’s scorched. But if I grind it down, melt it again, I could maybe salvage it. But if you could just—turn it back into sand, I could get a cleaner rebatch.”

Leona sat up slowly.

“You want me to use my Unique Magic… on your garbage?”

You didn’t flinch at the edge in his tone.

“I want to try turning it into something new.”

Leona almost told you to piss off. Almost.

But you looked at that broken glass with such purpose in your eyes, like you believed something beautiful was still hiding in it.

And for some reason—maybe the sun was too hot, or he was too tired—he muttered under his breath.

King’s Roar.

The shard crumbled instantly, dissolving into a fine pale gold powder. Clean. Almost sparkling in the sunlight.

You crouched to scoop it into a container with a small, satisfied hum.

“That’s perfect,” you said, like you’d just watched a flower bloom.

He raised a brow. “It’s just sand.”

“No, it’s potential.”

Something shifted in his chest at that. Uncomfortable. Hot.

You came back the next day. And the day after that.

Always with cracked glass or ruined sculptures.

Always asking with certainty, “Can I borrow your magic again?” And Leona always acted annoyed, always rolled his eyes like he was being inconvenienced, but he never said no.

And eventually, you started bringing things back to show him.

Bowls blown in spirals of color, where specks of sand were like desert stars.

Sculptures that caught sunlight just right, making tiny rainbows on the greenhouse walls.

Or delicate little trinkets—a lion’s paw, a flower blooming in a dish—that you swore were just “practice,” but he caught you smiling when he lingered on them too long.

“Couldn’t’ve done this without you,” you said once, holding a jar filled with a swirling, amber-hued hourglass.

“Your sand’s smoother than anything I could get from crushing it myself. It melts cleaner. Glows brighter.”

Leona grunted. “You’re the one doing all the work. I’m just breaking things.”

“You’re not breaking anything,” you said. “You’re giving me a chance to start over.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.

Because no one had ever said that before. Not to him.

Weeks passed like that. And slowly, Leona started to wait for you. Subtly. Not that he’d admit it.

He’d lie on the grass and tilt one ear toward the greenhouse entrance, pretending to nap while secretly hoping for your footsteps.

He found himself pocketing little broken pebbles on walks, wondering if you could use them. Once, he even caught himself thinking about what kind of glass he would be, if you ever sculpted him.

(Probably dark. Sharp. A piece that refused to be molded.)

One afternoon, you showed up carrying a bundle in cloth.

“This one’s for you,” you said, unwrapping it.

“I made it from the first batch of sand you gave me.”

It was a glass lion—small enough to fit in his palm, all sweeping mane and proud curve. Not flashy, but warm, like the sun on stone.

Leona stared. His mouth went dry.

“…Why?”

You tilted your head.

“Because I wanted to. Because I thought you deserved something that stayed, instead of just slipping through your fingers.”

That—hit something. Deep and buried

He closed his hand around the glass lion slowly.

“…You’re weird, you know that?”

You smiled. “You’ve mentioned it.”

But when you turned to leave, he spoke again, quietly.

“Hey… next time you’ve got something to ruin, come find me.”

You paused, a little smile blooming on your face. “Yeah?”

He shrugged, looking away. “Might as well make some use outta this busted magic, huh?”

For the first time in years, Leona Kingscholar didn’t think of his magic as something to be ashamed of.

Your voice was soft. “It’s not busted, Leona. It just needed the right hands to show what it could become.”

He thought of sand in your hands. And glass glowing gold.

And he felt—maybe—for once—

Useful.

[ephemii]

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫✨⚔️

isn't it wild that even though silver (and sebek!!) are canonically buff and strong, they're barely represented that way in-game? maybe the PE uniform cards depicted that well, but everything else just nerfs their god-given right to beefy glory... also people need to make more content of cheeky silver. it's canon. he's so blunt sometimes lol

this goes out to that one anon that pointed out the lack of silver on my blog-- you're absolutely right and I apologize deeply because tumblr nuKED YOUR ASK OTL hopefully they still see this lol

[qsoap]

townie and idia play dress to impress on weekends👍

[dicenete]

Get a friend who will help you pet all those widdle kitty-cats you find. TWST Tag Team: @windalchemist001 @twstsandturns

[statictherabbit]

Meet Elliot Noel Sweets!

A crossdresser from Pomefiore , who is a TWST of Charlotte La Bouff!

Might share more stuff about him, if requested– I would love to share some stuff abt him !

[tartppola]

deucey & yuu, earlier into their friendship, takes place after book 2, before book 3, early in the school year there were people who didn't take kindly to the prefect entering nrc

slightly related comic

[ninjaart-fan]

Part 13

And that's what they did—they took her home

First/ Past/ Next

[ghostotosto]

Oh wow, what a beautiful bride～ ♡

....anyway.

Happy new year everyone! Wishing all the luck for all of you! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ

[alli-ily]

K.D.H. Tiger X TWST Grim (ft. my Sona)

Rushed doodle with basic coloring (just decided to post now because I forgot I haven't posted for a while so have one of my recent hyper fixation lol) p.s. I'm still a bit sick but it's not that worse and my nose is the only thing left with a cold(??).

[nedaaawad]

No home.

No bed.

No baby clothes.

No food.

No safety.

Just a tent.

A hungry child beside me.

A husband who lost everything.

And a baby coming into a world that scares me.

I’m not asking for much.

Just a chance…

A little warmth.

A little kindness.

A little hope.

I’ve been vetted by @gazavetters, and my number on the verified list is #665 ✅️

This means my case has been checked and confirmed as real. Thank you for trusting and supporting us 🙏

If you’re reading this, maybe you’re the one who can help.

Even a small gesture could mean the world to us.

[himasgod]

What if the Diasomnia boys were (somehow) approached by a princess?

Who asked them to kidnap her?

Because don't dragons and fae normally kidnap princesses? Take her to someplace far away where she won't have to take stuffy princess lessons, or marry that prince her parents chose before she was born (everyone knows he keeps flirting with the maids and going into the city to meet women but her parents say it's her duty and- please save the poor girl, she's desperate and she asked very nicely)

Where you gently ask to be kidnapped

Diasomnia x Reader

Where you are a princess forced to marry a cruel prince, and the only solution you find is to disappear, begging the Diasomnia boys to kidnap you like in fairy tales.

This may be one of my favorite things I've written in a long time. I'm going to be hyperfixated.

Malleus Draconia

The night at NRC was peaceful, until a princess appeared in Diasomnia with a rather unusual request.

"Can you kidnap me, please?" you asked with all the politeness instilled in you since childhood, with an impeccable bow and a look full of hope.

Malleus blinked, the ensuing silence broken only by Lilia's laughter. Not because he was upset… but because in his several centuries of life, no one had ever made such a peculiar request.

"Are you asking me to kidnap you?" he repeated slowly, as if making sure he'd heard correctly.

"Yes. My parents want to marry me off to an insufferable prince, and according to the stories, dragons and fae often kidnap princesses. I thought you might be able to help me."

The heir of Briar Valley crossed his arms, tilting his head thoughtfully.

"Funny. I've always heard that princesses cry and beg when this happens. But you ask like it's a favor."

"Well…" you lowered your voice, glancing from side to side before leaning a little closer.

"It's just that I've always wanted to be the protagonist of an exciting story. If I'm going to escape, I want to do it in style. And what better option than being kidnapped by a powerful Fae prince."

There was a muffled sound behind you, and when you turned your head, you saw Lilia covering his mouth, clearly enjoying the scene. Silver sighed, and Sebek looked like he was about to explode.

Malleus looked at you again, and for a moment you thought he would reject the idea. But then, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Very well. If you wish me to kidnap you… I will do it properly."

Before you could ask what that meant, a gust of magical wind enveloped you, and in the blink of an eye, you were no longer at Night Raven College.

You were now in an imposing castle, with towers lost in the clouds and a bright moon in the window.

"Welcome to Briar Valley," Malleus announced proudly. "If you're going to be kidnapped, at least I'll do it gracefully."

You looked around in wonder before smiling at the Fae prince.

"Definitely the best kidnapping ever."

Malleus laughed softly, satisfied. You may have been the first princess in history to enjoy being kidnapped… but if that was what you wanted, he would make sure to make it memorable.

Silver Vanrouge

When you knocked on Silver's room door in the middle of the night, you found him halfway between wakefulness and sleep. He blinked sleepily at the sight of you, not fully understanding the urgency with which you had arrived.

"Is something wrong?" he asked in his calm tone, though his posture still betrayed tiredness.

"I need you to kidnap me."

Silver looked at you in complete silence. Then he blinked again.

"…Pardon?"

"Please," you insisted, with the same politeness you'd been taught to use when begging for favors in royalty.

"My parents want to marry me off to a prince who's a mess. But if an honorable knight like you kidnaps me, it'll be impossible for them to force me into marriage. It's a perfect plan."

Silver stood where he was, visibly processing the request. He placed a hand on his chin, thoughtful.

"Normally, as a knight, I should protect princesses. Not kidnap them."

"But this time you'd be protecting me!" you exclaimed excitedly. "You'd be saving me from a life I don't want. Besides, who better to carry out a noble kidnapping than a knight who follows a code of honor?"

Silver sighed. He knew anyone else would reject the idea as absurd, but something in your determined expression made him consider the proposal.

Finally, after a long silence, he straightened and nodded solemnly.

"All right. If this is what you truly desire, I'll make sure no one forces you into a fate you don't want."

His tone was so serious it almost seemed as if he were swearing eternal loyalty to you at that moment.

Before you could thank him, Silver swept you into his arms with impressive ease and strode out of the room.

"Where are we going?" you asked, somewhat surprised by how quickly he was acting.

"I don't have a castle, but I can take you to a safe place until the situation is clarified," Silver replied calmly.

"And if they try to chase you, I'll keep them away."

Your heart beat a little faster. You hadn't expected him to take your request so seriously… but, after all, Silver was a knight.

And now you were his kidnapped princess.

Definitely the best decision you could have made.

Lilia Vanrouge

When Lilia Vanrouge heard your request, his first reaction was to laugh.

"Oh, little princess, are you asking me to kidnap you?" he asked with a sly smile, floating around you with his arms crossed and his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Please," you nodded with complete seriousness.

"It's just that I can't marry that insufferable prince. But if a mysterious fae kidnaps me in the middle of the night, my family will have no choice but to accept my fate. And you seem like the ideal kidnapper."

Lilia burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the situation.

"Ah, how amusing! It's been ages since I heard such a peculiar request. In my day, princesses usually cried and begged for their freedom, not volunteered."

"Well, I see it as an opportunity," you said with a big smile. "Besides, I want it to be exciting. Something with drama, magical effects, and a spectacular entrance."

The elder fae rested a hand on his chin, as if genuinely considering your request.

"Hmm… Let's see, how could we do it…? Ah, I know!"

Before you could ask what she had planned, Lilia snapped his fingers.

The moonlight suddenly went out, the breeze turned into a whirlwind, and out of nowhere, the ground seemed to disappear beneath your feet.

A scream escaped your mouth as the world spun around you… and within seconds, you were in a completely different place.

When you opened your eyes, you were on the back of a massive dragon, hurtling through the night sky.

"Welcome to your abduction, my lovely prisoner!" Lilia said, sitting comfortably beside you, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"This is incredible!" you yell, clinging to the dragon as the wind whipped against your face. "Just as I imagined."

Lilia giggled with glee, clearly charmed by your enthusiasm.

"Oh, this will be fun! Don't worry, dear princess, I'll make this the most memorable kidnapping experience ever."

And so it was that you vanished from your kingdom in a flurry of laughter and chaotic magic.

Your family was bewildered, the insufferable prince missed his chance, and you… well, you found yourself in the middle of the greatest adventure of your life, with a mischievous fae as your personal kidnapper.

Definitely the best plan you could have come up with.

Sebek Zigvolt

When you stood before Sebek with your desperate request, you expected him to accept without hesitation. After all, he was a proud knight of Briar Valley, devoted to Malleus Draconia.

But instead of an immediate response, you received a look of utter bewilderment.

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, almost offended.

"Did I hear correctly?! Are you asking me to… kidnap you?!"

"Yes, please," you nodded seriously.

"My family wants to marry me off to a hideous prince. But if a valiant warrior like you kidnaps me, they will have no choice but to accept my fate far from the castle."

Sebek blinked several times, his cheeks turning a faint red.

"T-This is absurd! A knight like me doesn't go around kidnapping princesses! I protect my lord Malleus, I don't participate in scandalous plots like this!"

"But Malleus wouldn't be opposed to helping a princess in distress, would he?" you suggested with desperation.

"It would be an honorable act… a great service to royalty."

Sebek remained completely silent.

On the one hand, his principles told him this was absurd.

On the other hand… it was true that his lord would never refuse to help a princess in need! How could he possibly go against what would be an act worthy of a servant of Malleus Draconia?

After several seconds of internal conflict, Sebek finally snorted and crossed his arms.

"FINE! But let it be known that this isn't just any kidnapping! This is a rescue operation worthy of the highest cavalry!"

"Yes, yes! Of course!" you nodded enthusiastically. "So how will we do it? Will we escape into the night? Will there be a dramatic battle against the guards?"

"NO!" Sebek suddenly picked you up like a sack of potatoes and began walking steadily. "We'll leave immediately! I won't allow you to waste another second in this despicable place!"

"Wait, wait!" you shouted, thrashing a little. "At least make it dramatic! Make it more exciting!"

"Drama isn't necessary if efficiency is optimal!" Sebek proclaimed, moving forward with determination while you could only laugh, delighted with the situation.

And that's how Sebek "rescued" you with the seriousness of a soldier on a mission… although in the eyes of others, he seemed like just an overly dedicated knight.

Definitely the best choice for a heroic kidnapping.

[ephemii]

what’s grace’s mbti? :0

hi hiii!! Grace's MBTI is an INFP-T! it's mostly also to sort of match Yuu's more subdued personality in-game. on her first day, she REALLY hated her involvement with crowley, ace, and deuce. crowley is a given, but ace and deuce just added a lot more of a spotlight on her. each time adeuce tried to get into some sort of kerfuffle, she'd be quick to apologize on their behalf of even straight up leave the site-- which made her even more of a sore thumb.

and adeuce can try as hard as they want to pick fights with their upperclassmen, but it's kind of hard for any NRC punks to take them seriously when they've got a buddy that looks like... well. THAT lol

over time, though, she does gain more confidence and is able to stand up for herself, even coming to fully enjoy the time she spends with adeuce and the other first years, shenanigans and all. that doesn't mean she gets any less polite, though-- at this point, she's the only beacon of light that the staff have, and they'll be damned if they lose it to NRC-typical roughhousing lol

[what-nani-ano]

Couldn't resist the meme 😭

@honestlyjustsobored

[nekonaps0]

HII may I request jade, sebek, and silver specifically with an extension of super flirty reader? like when they get into a commited relationship and all that? idk i just want to see more of theirs 💔

Smooth talker

✦characters: Silver, Sebek, Jade

✦gn!reader, except sebek(fem!reader)

✦okaaay let’s seduce our boys 🫡

Jade Leech

You’re constantly teasing Jade. You’ll walk into the Mostro Lounge, lean on the counter with your chin in your hand, and purr,

“Jade~ You look way too good in that uniform. I’m tempted to spill something just to see you mop it up.”

He doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.

Instead, he looks over his glasses and replies smoothly,

“My, what a scandalous request. I could be persuaded… if you promise to clean me up afterward.”

Jade is the only one who matches you beat for beat.

Where others would get flustered, he gives it right back and somehow hotter.

It becomes a game between you two, a dance of innuendos, smirks, and sly remarks that border on foreplay.

And he loves it.

He adores that you’re fearless. That you challenge him. That your words drip with confidence and affection, even when you tease.

But there are moments, rare and precious, where he sees the softness beneath. Like when you fall asleep on his chest. Or when you grab his hand under the table and whisper,

“You really make me happy, you know?”

In those moments, Jade’s smile softens. His fingers curl around yours.

“You're more dangerous than I ever anticipated,” he murmurs. “But I’ll gladly let you ensnare me.”

Silver

Silver is the most peaceful target for your flirtation, and it shows.

You’ll catch him nodding off under a tree and whisper in his ear,

“Silver, wake up. You’re too pretty to be unconscious. I need my prince charming alive and his kisses.”

He jolts awake, blinking, and you just giggle and help him sit up.

You can see the subtle signs, the tips of his ears going pink, the way he clears his throat, the gentle smile he can’t suppress.

“You have a dangerous way with words,” he says quietly.

But he doesn’t ask you to stop.

He likes it.

You come in loud, warm, and relentless, telling him he’s beautiful, strong, noble. That his sleepy voice turns you to mush. That he could kiss you right now and you’d faint in his arms like a storybook heroine. You say these things so easily. So playfully.

But sometimes, you’ll stop him, cup his face, and look him right in the eye.

“I know I tease you a lot, Silver. But I want you to know… I mean every word.”

And that?

That makes him fall for you harder than ever.

He cups your hand in his and leans his forehead to yours.

“…Then I’ll cherish every single one.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is a disaster with a super flirty girlfriend.

You’re always catching him off-guard.

He’s standing in Diasomnia’s courtyard, talking about knightly training when you come up behind him and slide your arms around his waist. You rest your cheek on his back and murmur

“How am I supposed to focus when my boyfriend looks like a walking fantasy?”

He practically jumps out of his skin.

“W-WHAT—ARE YOU PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF LORD MALLEUS?!”

You just grin and kiss his cheek. “Would it help if I did it behind him instead?”

Sebek doesn’t know whether to die of shame or carry you around like the goddess you are. (He’s leaning toward both.)

He’s so easy to tease, it’s almost unfair.

But the best part? He takes it seriously.

Every compliment you give, no matter how ridiculous, is stored like treasure in the depths of his soul.

He’ll be thinking about you calling him “your dashing knight” for weeks.

And the second someone flirts with you or looks your way? Oh, he’s on guard.

“She is taken. Her affections belong to me. Move along unless you wish to lose your teeth.”

Your flirtiness flusters him, yes, but he also starts to see it for what it is: your way of loving. Your boldness. Your bravery. Your heart on display.

When you press a kiss to his cheek after training and whisper, “You could protect me so well,” Sebek looks like his brain’s melting, but his chest swells with pride.

“I-I live to serve and protect Lord Malleus… and of course you as well!” he says stiffly, eyes wide.

You grin. “Yeah? Then I better give you something worth protecting.”

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[hikawilla]

Lilia decided to teach you self-defense, he doesn't see any disadvantages.

"Honey, you need to push harder."