Child MC: *approaches The Lost And Found Section*

Child MC: *approaches the Lost and Found section*

The coordinator: Hello, sweetheart~. Is there a problem? Do you need help?

Child MC: *nods* *on the verge of tears* I lost my Dada.

The coordinator: Aww... Let me help you find your Dada, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart.

The coordinator: I'm sure your Dada is still inside the mall looking for you. *gives them the microphone*

The coordinator: Call your Dada with this while I ask someone to also look for him, okay?

Child MC: Okay... *sniffles*

Child MC: Dada... Why are you not here in the Lost and Found— *then cries*— I've been looking everywhere...

Child MC: My feet are tired... *sniffles*

The coordinator: Let's just wait for a few minutes, okay?

Child MC: Okay...

Malleus Draconia: *appears* My baby!

The coordinator: Oh great sevens—

The coordinator: ...

Child MC: *cries again* Dada... You dummy... Nggghhh...

Lilia: *appears right after* My apologies. These two tend to lose each other all the time.

The coordinator: I-I see...

Malleus: *picks them up* Great job, my dear. You found Dada.

Child MC: *sniffles* I'm not playing this again.

The coordinator: ...

Lilia: Aren't they adorable?

OOH can you write about a rivalry between the housewardens and the first-years??? They don't necessarily have to be their respective dorms, you can mix and match the first years with dorm leaders! Thanks!

Housewardens try to woo you but the first-year rizz is unmatched

a.n. - i included jamil instead of kalim and ortho's part is platonic! I hope you like this one! (part two)

Riddle Rosehearts

After you had saved him from his overblot, he had a slowly growing crush on you. It had been unnoticeable at first, and Riddle believed it was because he admired the way you thrived without magic at NRC. But slowly, the Heartslaybul housewarden began to realize he felt way more than just admiration.

It was always hard for him to find the courage to speak to you, especially when you were always surrounded by other people. You were quite the popular student here, weren't you? It was another reason he respected you. Despite having so many weaknesses, you had captured everyone's hearts. His fellow dorm mates, and dare he say, fellow housewardens, adored you.

It was a particularly pleasant day for an unbirthday party, and Riddle peered over the many Heartslaybul students, searching for you amongst the crowd. Trey directed him back to the garden. However, he heard your voice coming from the table. He turned around, heart pounding as he mustered the will to ask you to sit next to him, when…

He saw Deuce, sitting next you, arms around your neck as he locked the clasp of a necklace.

"This used to belong to my mother…she wanted to give it to you because she thinks of you as family, prefect." Deuce spoke quickly, face reddening as you held his hands and thanked him. "…And I think it suits you wonderfully, too." he added quietly with those big doe eyes you seemed to love so much, and you pulled Deuce into a hug. The first-year seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. His eyes met Riddle's, and he quickly averted his gaze before tightening his hold on you, sculpted fingers tracing small circles on your shoulders.

He knew! He knew Riddle was watching, he was doing this on purpose!

Riddle's stomach churned unpleasantly, and his fists clenched as he realized his own underclassman was one step ahead of him.

Deuce turned rather quickly, accidentally bumping his arm on the edge of the table. He sharply exhaled in pain, and you immediately started fretting over him. You gently rubbed the area where he had hurt his arm, and Deuce couldn't hide the sly smile that had crept onto his face.

Oh, that had been no accident. Deuce was calculating his every move, and all while making sure Riddle was watching.

Riddle smiles to himself. He'll just have to up the ante.

Leona Kingscholar

You sat in the stands, watching the morning Spelldrive practice. Leona glanced at you a couple times, and tried to ignore the way his heart beat slightly faster. Your sass and determination had captured his attention the first time he met you, and the understanding and admiration you had for him, despite not knowing the true extent of his struggles was the final nail in the coffin.

Leona Kingscholar was in love with the magicless prefect.

Which was why the usually inactive housewarden was now actually getting involved in club practice. He zipped across the field on his broom, seamlessly zooming past his other dorm members. He scored a goal, and grinned when you cheered for him. It was nothing impressive, but there was a stark contrast between Ruggie's "great job, Leona!" and your "Leona, you're so amazing!"

But his excitement quickly faded away when he watched Epel flying towards you, hanging from his broom by the knees. The Pomefiore first-year flew dangerously close to your face, to give you an upside-down kiss on the forehead. Leona's scowl deepened as Epel gave you that pretentious innocent little laugh, acting all coy and dainty when the Savanaclaw housewarden knew exactly how much of a little shit he could actually be.

"Oi Felmier! Ditch the broom. Twenty laps, now!" He barked, and Epel's face fell.

Serves him right.

Unfortunately, the Pomefiore discipline included masterclasses in Rizz-ology, so Epel immediately put on his best 'handsome poor little lad' face and worked his charm on you, getting you to give him a hug of consolation.

That herbivore-!

Just wait until the next Spelldrive match, Epel. Leona has a surprise for you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Now, it was no surprise that Azul had found himself thinking about you a little more often than he should be. You were so nice to him, and he was just a shady businessman, and you forgave him for being a little bitch, and…

Jade would tease him about his little crush on the prefect, but Azul would immediately turn it around on the Leech. "Don't think I don't see the way you ogle them like the love of your life when they admire your terrariums." Jade had instantly shut up, and went back to the Mostro Lounge.

It was a busy day at the restaurant, and most of the seats were already taken. Azul watched you like a hawk as you entered the lounge, scanning the area before someone called out to you.

Sebek Zigvolt.

Azul strode over, planning to swoop in and steal you away so you could have VIP seating in the private rooms, but the Diasomnia first-year moved a couple bags to make space for you. He had impeccable manners, Azul noted, as the fae pulled out a seat and helped you sit down, offering you a glass of water. Azul's hands squeezed the air as he watched Sebek fix your appearance, adjusting your tie and straightening your uniform jacket, gloved fingers brushing against your skin too many times for the Octavinelle housewarden's liking.

Why, to be bested by a first-year…

Azul walked over to your table to greet you, and successfully struck up a conversation with you. He could feel his face warming as you watched him intently, listening to his new ideas for the Mostro Lounge with rapt attention. However, you were interrupted by a sudden chill running down your spine, from the lounge's air conditioning.

Before Azul could even offer you his blazer, Sebek had already taken his off, and was draping it around your shoulders. "Are you feeling cold, human? Fear not, this jacket will keep you warm."

Did that half-fae boy have the reflexes of a god? He also notes, that despite the indifference on Sebek's face, the tips of his pointy ears were bright red. Unfortunately for Azul, the first-year's kindness did not go unnoticed, and you leaned into his side.

Sebek glances at him with a smugness that makes Azul's blood boil. He may have out-gentleman'd him this time, but Azul would get him next time for sure.

Oh, the deals he would have to sign would be worth it.

Jamil Viper

Jamil tried not to stare. He really did. But it was so difficult when you were dressed so deliciously in the silks of his homeland at one of Kalim's parties. You were talking to a few Scarabia students, who were also trying hard not to stare. Jamil wouldn't blame them; you looked absolutely ravishing. Which made it all the more difficult for him to pull you aside and talk to you.

Ever since he had let it slip that he despised having to water down his own achievements to let Kalim shine, he was sure you would've thought of him as a narcissist, someone who wanted the spotlight all for himself. But instead, you encouraged him to let loose a little more often, and praised him when he stopped holding back.

And that was why Jamil Viper, the most competent vice-housewarden in Night Raven College, was falling for you, the Ramshackle Prefect.

He retreated to the kitchen to put away the tray of drinks and fix his hair in the mirror, making sure he looked alright.

"Jamil. Stop fretting over your appearance, you look stunning as always!"

He flinched when he heard your voice, and immediately straightened his posture. "Ah, prefect. I'm glad to see you." I am absolutely delighted to see you walk into the kitchen because you wanted to specifically talk with me and nobody else in Scarabia, is what he thought, but he would never voice it. Not in a million years. You smiled, and walked over to him.

"You have got to tell me how to make those fig bars. You're like, a culinary god!" You sighed, resting your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

"So is Trey," he teased, look down at your face. Adorable.

"Yes, but even so…your cooking, it's you! It's so good."

Jamil felt his face grow impossibly hot, and he fiddled with the drawstrings on his hoodie. "I'm happy you think that way."

"Prefect!" A chipper voice exclaimed from the kitchen entrance. It was Ortho, who had come to the party in Idia's stead.

"Hi Ortho!" You grinned, circling your arms around the boy. "What's up?"

"I wanted to show you the garden I've been working on!" he exclaimed, holding your hands. "But it only looks good in the daylight, and there are about 31.286 minutes until sunset!"

"Do you want me to come check it out with you now?" You asked, and Ortho nodded enthusiastically. You looked at Jamil apprehensively. "Oh…but I was talking with Jamil-"

"That's not an issue! Jamil Viper's sister has come to visit, so he will be busy attending to her anyways!" Ortho cuts you off, and makes big golden puppy eyes. Since when was Ortho programmed to do that?

Jamil sighs and gives you an apologetic smile. "It's okay prefect. We can talk some other time."

You wave him goodbye and Ortho drags you along through the mirror to the woods behind campus, far, far away from Scarabia.

Jamil lets this one slide. But he will exact his revenge.

Wait until he steals you away from the entire college one day.

Vil Schoenheit

The ballroom is crowded, as Vil gives you an impromptu runway walk lesson. You strode across the room with the confidence Vil had been trying to bring out of you for the past thirty minutes.

"Good job, prefect. This is your best run yet." Vil praises, patting your back while Rook gives you a brilliant smile. "Take a couple minutes, and then we'll try it again with heels."

You pouted, and Vil chuckled before turning around to tend to the other students. You sat down and deeply exhaled, leaning back. Vil gave you a fond glance before correcting one of his dorm members' posture. He was proud of your determination to perfect your walk, despite it being one of his spontaneous whims. There was no need for you to be working this hard, really.

That was one of the reasons he found himself falling for you. You were unapologetically you, while simultaneously being a person everyone liked. You were diligent, accommodating, and kind. Perhaps too kind, he recalls bitterly when he fell victim to a moment of weakness at the VDC. He had disappointed everyone on the team, but more importantly, you. You had no obligations to help him, yet you were a welcoming host and wonderful manager.

When he turns around to check on you, he sees Jack helping you put your heels on. The beastman first-year is especially gentle with you, asking you every few seconds if you'll be okay with wearing such pointed heels. You stand up and wobble a bit, and Jack holds you by the waist to steady you.

Vil smiles, finding it endearing that the wolf beastman is so caring…until he sees Jack giving him the criminal offensive side-eye.

What.

Is Howl…goading him? Is he trying to make Vil jealous? Yes, Vil is very jealous, now take your hands off of the prefect, Jack-

But he cannot say that out loud, so he opts to shoot back the bombastic side-eye while crossing his arms and frowning. He becomes even more flabbergasted when Jack appears to ignore the warning and scoff, bending down to whisper something into your ear. No, he doesn't like how close the first-year is to you. He doesn't like it at all.

You laugh and Rook calls you over, sensing his housewarden's darkening aura. However, Vil's eyes do not leave Jack's retreating figure as the beastman leaves the ballroom.

He will have his way with you soon, Howl.

Idia Shroud

Idia sits in comfortable silence as he taps away at his controller and you read a light novel in his room. He feels a warmth in his face, knowing that out of all those SSR troublemakers, you seek him out to spend time with him because you want to. And you're such an amazing person, tackling mind-numbing catastrophes without magic. You're like one of his favorite anime characters.

But this is different. He loves you in a way that is incomparable to his hyperfixations. You were all he ever thought about, and he knew he was down bad when he skipped a limited-time event to hang out with you at a convention. You made him feel adequate, and someone worth loving.

But unfortunately he will never have the courage to lay down in your lap, where Grim is currently snoozing. You pet his head gently, and the cat purrs.

Idia doesn't know who he wants to be more: you, or Grim? Giving headpats, or receiving them?

He wants to call you over to his side to look at a new anime he found, but you're occupied with your little feline familiar.

For all he despises attention, Idia sure is good at attracting it.

He inches closer towards you, and lays his head on your shoulder. You feel the blue flaming locks of hair curling along your face, and you can't hold back a smile as you wrap your arm around Idia and…

Achievement unlocked: Prefect Headpats!

Idia turns his head a little, and feels an odd sense of jealousy when Grim opens one eye to look at him. Aha, caught red-handed; the little bugger had been trying to steal your attention away from Idia the entire time!

Soon, you fell asleep, with one hand on Grim's stomach and the other on Idia's head. Your fingers were dangerously close to brushing against his cheekbone, and Idia could hardly keep it together.

Grim whispered menacingly, "This is my henchhuman. If you don't back off, I'll tell Ortho that you were invited to Cater's slumber party."

The third-year froze. Oh no, if Ortho heard about that, he'd stop at nothing to get Idia to go. Reluctantly, Idia removed his head, but not without shooting Grim daggers from his eyes.

He was going to get back at the evil kitty.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus strode across the garden, taking in the scenery. He smiled to himself, remembering how you insisted on taking care of it. Despite the rapidly worsening condition of your dorm, you wanted the flowers to flourish. A touch of old world charm, you had called it.

His finger gently grazes the petals of a white, glowing moon bloom, planted far away from the others, in a clearing. His heart beats faster every time he recalls why you had planted it. "It reminds me of you, and how your beauty stands out, amongst everyone else. If I plant it here, I can admire it without any difficulty!"

Oh, his Child of Man would be the death of him.

However, you were supposed to be joining him on a walk today. He frowns, and the distant rumble of thunder alerts you of his presence, sitting in the living room at Ramshackle.

"Crap, I forgot about Tsunotarou! Give me a second, Ace!" You jumped up and ran to the window, spotting your friend standing by the moon blooms.

"Has the Child of Man forgotten about me?" Malleus teases, mood lifting when he spots you.

"I'm so sorry, Tsunotarou! I was in the middle of tutoring Ace and I forgot to tell you about it. Please don't be mad!" You apologized, and Malleus walked over to gently flick your forehead.

"As if I could ever be mad at you." The Diasomnia housewarden catches a glimpse of your Heartslaybul first-year friend sitting on the lush couch, evidently getting cozy with you, and his eyes met Malleus'. The fae's eyes flickered back to you. "Will you be joining me afterwards?"

Unfortunately for Malleus, manipulation extrordinaire Ace Trappola had an ace up his sleeve.

The first-year held his face in his hands, and pretended to breath heavily. After a few seconds, he lifted his head, and Malleus could see the red in his watery eyes.

"Prefect…I can't solve this question. I feel so dumb..." Ace chokes out.

Bravo, Trappola. An outstanding award-winning performance.

You however, didn't seem to catch on, and Malleus could almost physically see your heart going out to the first-year. You ran over to Ace, rubbing his back to comfort him. "You're not! This one is pretty difficult, even Riddle had trouble with it."

Malleus knew Ace was struggling not to crack a smile at Riddle's incompetency, but the Heartslaybul junior had to continue his theatrics for the sake of it.

The fae feels a pang of jealousy, and his grip on the wooden frame of the window tightens. Ace's expression was hidden from your view, as you held him in a tight embrace to help him "calm down". Malleus' grits his teeth when the first-year grins mischievously at him, mouthing the words "suck it, Draconia."

He will not let that red-haired Child of Hobgoblin get away with this.

My biggest flex is being able to say my birthday is the same as Riddle Rosehearts I love you my precious boy it’s almost here!🫶😭

Hey, so.... my Book 2 is looking a little different from everyone else's???

(I am not sorry for Bertona and Ernilia but I am sorry THIS is how I draw Peepaw for the first time...)

YOU GUYS KNOW THE MOVIE ANASTASIA? YEAH I WANNA SEE VIL WEARING ANASTASIA’S DRESSES ESPECIALLY THE DARK BLUE ONE😩

Help me find another twst fic I’m desperate again EDIT: TINKERBELL WAS FOUND NOW I NEED THE DAD HEADCANON ONE😭😔

There’s 2 that I’m looking for actually. One was with the Savanaclaw members as dads headcanons and them interacting with their babies. Specifically their chunky babys. It was them with fat babys and I remember in Leona’s part he was pretending to eat his baby’s fat lil body🥺😭

The other one was of Jamil, Malleus and I think Leona with a tinkerbell sized reader where she hid behind them because she was being chased by a student after she threw something at their head it was so cute😭