#dusk vanrouge

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Lilia’s kid originally didn’t know how to exist around Malleus for the beginning of their relationship. Not only did neither know they had a sibling (so same thing with Silver and kind of Sebek for that), but also because he royalty and next in line.

Yuu spent a good amount of time just thinking how their dad adopted a prince, then after accepting their spot back, thinking how they are siblings with a prince.

After a while they got used to it and got used to just treating him as a little sibling. It is now not unusual for Yuu to tease Malleus or give him a noogie. They also love to mess with Malleus most when he’s trying to be regal.

Yuu, tackles Malleus to the ground: "You ate my ice cream!"

Malleus, in a headlock: "It didn't have your name on it!"

Yuu: "Who else eats Mint Pistachio?!"

They both start fighting, completely forgetting they are in the presence of other dorm members.

Lilia: "I taught you better than this, Malleus!"

Silver is rooting for Yuu while Sebek criticizes Yuu's form. Everyone in the dorm is just stunned.

[writingattemptsxx]

A drawing of Dusk Vanrouge, a character I've made for @return-to-twisted-wonderland’s Au. (🔆anon)

I've been working more on anatomy and am really happy with this. Though dorm uniforms are way too complex than they have any right to be.

Also here's my blog name on the art for wanted to make sure it was mine.

(For anyone who's following my blog for my writing, I’m getting things finished, just slower than I'd like. I’m just busy with irl things.)

[hanafubukki]

Lilia is a night fae.

One who is comforted by night.

Who lives amongst the shadows of the moon and the brightness of the stars.

He thought in all his 700 years he had experienced everything the night had to offer.

But he’s been proven wrong once again.

Life had a way of surprising him even now.

He wouldn’t complain.

After all, it was the spontaneity that made living fun.

It led to many experiences he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

It led him to you.

He didn’t know what temporal fluke led to both of your paths crossing, but he thanked the Great Seven nonetheless.

He looks at you bathed in the colors of dusk and starlight.

Lilia feels his world shift.

Ah.

So this is love.

A new kind of love he had not felt before.

He entwines his hand with yours, sending you a smile tinged with uncertainty, asking a question and hoping you would understand what he can’t say yet.

Yours tighten around his. Smile fond and patient.

He doesn’t deserve you.

But he’s selfish.

He’s learned to hold onto love and never let go.

He fears he’ll hold onto you for eternity and never let go.

Something tells him, you wouldn’t want him to.

You tug at his hand.

Spinning him into a dance.

An unexpected laugh comes out of his throat.

My~ oh my~

What a cheeky one you are.

He can’t wait to enjoy this new adventure with you.

At last I see the light.

And it’s like the fog had lifted.

And it’s like the sky is new.

And it’s warm and real and bright.

And the world has somehow shifted.

All at once everything is different.

Now that I see you.

Been listening to the tangled soundtrack and thinking of Lilia 💞💞💚💚

Love the scene with the dancing and the flowers and the tender look of Flynn to Rapunzel and avahsjhs was thinking of Lilia with that scene and this came about.

Whole dance scene is very Hana core 🥰🥰🌺🌺

[squiddy-god]

A confession to a fae

(Lilia vanrouge x reader)

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme, this is in a similar style to captured, basically, this is more general Lilia leaning, long hair Lilia supremacy

CW : nothing much, reader is low key down bad, kinda stalking? Watching from afar? "My most cherished one"

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Who was he? That mysterious man who walked the stone path of your small cottage in the dead of night? He who stalks the trees and befriends all creatures of the night. Who is he, you wonder? 

He whose eyes glow crimson and whose pupils are not but slender slits of pitch black. You wondered who he was as you glanced with blurred vision and bated breath out the window to catch only a glimpse. 

The thought and curiosity plagued you and you worked in your garden, soft soil giving way as you dug and pulled weeds, harvested the plants you grew. The tall trees cast dancing shadows but let light flicker through, it was calm, peaceful. "Hello there my dear" you jumped and looking up there was now a figure in front of you, Dressed in a long robe the deep set hood concealed his face. He was tall, not unreasonably so but enough to make note of, he leaned only slightly against the stone wall separating the two of you. Covered in moss and discolored from years of the forest encroaching on pale stone it only came up to about waist height. He let out a chuckle at your alarm "do not fret little one, I mean no harm to you" "o-oh well 'morning" 

That was how it all began, the mysterious man showing up by that garden wall to chat, the lovely weather, the kingdom of which you hail, and the woods that you call home. He had the most pleasant stories, of dragons and swords clashing, of night walks with ghosts and of history long passed, from dusk till dawn in bliss you were held captive by the words he spoke as you tended your garden. 

"Ah drats!" You mumbled as you searched for the jar of wild herbs and mushrooms you needed, only to realize that you had run out. "Fine I suppose I'll go get more" you sighed, lacing your boots and grabbing the shallow basket you used for things like this, with that you headed off. 

Deep now in the forest and basket weighed with herbs and edible mushrooms, a few berries, and flowers you could grow you felt a cold touch on your hand. 

Stumbling back the basket landed after you, miraculously nothing split as it contacted the ground. "Apologies my dear" the cold touch was back, now in front of you kneeled the man who leaned against your garden wall, his pale hand grasping yours as it was lifted to his lips. 

Were his footsteps like rain? Silent and peaceful, you wondered as the sunlight danced with shadows if this man was the same who stalked the night with such luster. If he who held your hand in tender reverence was he who walked the path of your cottage before the sun kissed the sky. 

"It's alright, you just startled me haha" you got up, watching as he rose up, his cloak fell to conceal his ivory and alabaster pants and cuffed black leather boots. "I come here often, this tree is quite nice, perhaps I'll no longer be the only one who visits?" He extended his hand, nails sharp and pitch black. "Is that an invitation?" You took his hand. 

"Fufufu of course my dear" 

This man who you were so enraptured by was a constant question in your brain, so it was no shock that as you awoke and lit your lantern you spotted from that window by the bed, a figure dancing through the trees and got up. Heading to the kitchen then to the stone wall by the garden you left a bowl of tomato soup you had made earlier and heated up by fire. 

As morning breathed life to day you awoke again and went out to your garden, there against the wall with his back turned was the man.His vest a polished pine green embroidered with blush pink thread showing ferns and snapdragons, red dahlias and columbine flowers. The short half cape that rested on his shoulder and draped over one of his alabaster sleeves was dark slate gray and lined with silver. “Hello again sir” you greeted him like any other day and he turned to you with a fond smile. He was handsome, his striking blood red eyes set against the pale white skin and the slight dark tint to his eyes and lips. His hair was long and black, with streaks of pink and the underside bright fuchsia. His appearance was striking, especially his smile and the fangs that peaked out. “Good morning my dear, thank you for the gift you left me on the evening of last” you smiled, proud of the work you put into that soup and glad he enjoyed it. “I can't let a gift go unpaid, so before the sun bids my farewell would you invite me to repay your generosity?” “you don't have to, but if you insist!”.

Just like that he lept over our stone garden wall, his black boots lifting him up before hitting the cobblestone path. A cold hand to yours and before you knew it you were spinning, his hand at your waist and the other holding your hand. “My gift to you today is a dance through dawn.” no rhythm played in the air yet as you danced in his embrace the world seemed to be alight with beautiful melodies, his eyes held stories that ruptured your heart and made your feet sway effortlessly with his.

You wondered if this man was human, he who stalks the trees, he who dances to no music yet keeps rhythm, he who leans over the garden wall. They say you should not dance with the fae, for once you do it’ll never be the same without, you wondered if that was what he is, if his eyes hold more than lonely longing affection but his gaze always seems to silence these thoughts. 

He was beyond the garden wall now, no longer the mysterious figure but the charming man, he sat under the tree in your garden and told you stories now, occasionally he would play tunes on his bagpipe and you would dance and clap in tune when not tending your garden. He often brought flowers, lovely flowers that you had never seen, ones that never wilted and ones that bloomed in the dead of night. He also brought honeyd words and sweet glances, saying he was once lonely but had found you. The man spoke of magic and mages, you had confessed that you had no magic like others and that this was the reason you moved out to the forest. He showed you magic as you danced, the sparkling of light that spun and twirled around the air as his appearance changed before your eyes, and as yours morphed to match his own.

“I spend so much time with you now,” you pondered shifting and turning towards him “yet i don't know your name” his breath seemed to pause, a dead calm and for a moment you wondered if you had messed up. “Fufufu my my what a question to ask me, you who walk beyond thorns have not a clue what power a name holds” his answer confused you, the power a name holds? “But, you are indeed my most cherished one, so perhaps I will tell you” how he adored the way your eyes gleamed at the words he spoke. “First you must follow me cherished one~” he was up in a second and you followed.

Soon you looked down to see a stone path, the trees grew more dense and you realized you had never been this deep into the forest before. “Sir- uh my love?” “Yes darling?” Even with golden light trickling through dense leaves his eyes almost glowed the most brilliant red. “Where…are we going?” he laughed. “Fufu you will see soon enough. 

You walked deeper and deeper until only sparse light flooded in small beams and nature had entirely consumed the land, remnants of castles long taken by lakes and claimed by the forest. Even the path you realized had disappeared some time ago, your only guide was the man in front of you. The almost silent sound of his steps stopped and you ran into his back, soft fabric cushioning your blow. “H-huh?” before you in the dim lighting was what looked to be a wall of trees and thorny vine, they twisted and curved suspiciously to form a perfect circle. It was lighter on the other side but almost the same, except for the cobblestone path that emerged covered in moss. 

“This my dear, is the price for such power over me.” he stepped through and nothing seemed to happen. “Simply follow me, til the end of eternity” and before your eyes he vanished. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stood before the circle gateway. “Alright” you said more to the memory of his figure, one foot after the other onto the other side. 

Now you stand, in a small clearing, the circle arch long gone as your feet touch the cool stone. Chilling arms and soft linen fabric wrapped around you as the ghost of a breath blew gently against your ear.

“Lillia, lillia vanrouge~” 

[ducksido]

Lilia's Valentine

For Lilia Vanrouge, Valentine’s Day was an amusing occasion. His mischievous nature made him love the idea of teasing and causing a little chaos, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was surprisingly sentimental.

Though he often hid behind his usual playful demeanor, there was no mistaking how much he cared for those around him, especially Y/N. So, this year, he was determined to do something special, something that was both true to his nature and genuine in its affection.

Y/N had been hearing whispers about the incredible surprise that Lilia had been planning all week. They had no idea what to expect, but they knew that, with Lilia, nothing was ever normal.

After a day filled with the usual chaos of Valentine’s Day preparations, Y/N received a small note slipped under their door: “Meet me at the old tree by the fountain at dusk. Don’t be late.”

With a mix of curiosity and mild concern, Y/N made their way to the designated spot.

As they approached the old, gnarled tree, a soft glow flickered in the air, lighting the path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to Lilia. He was waiting beneath the tree, dressed in his usual gothic style, but this time, there was something a little more... romantic about the scene.

Candles were arranged in a circle around the base of the tree, casting a soft, golden glow across the area. In the center, a small table was set with a delicate tea set, fresh rose petals scattered across it, and a tray of intricately decorated cookies and chocolates.

Lilia himself was leaning casually against the tree, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Y/N approach. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I was beginning to think you’d never show up.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, still a little skeptical about what was happening. “What is all this, Lilia?”

“Why, it’s a Valentine’s Day surprise for you, of course,” Lilia said with a wink. “You think I’d forget about my favorite human on such a romantic day?”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, their heart warming at his words. “I don’t know if I’d call you ‘romantic,’ Lilia.”

Lilia feigned a gasp of offense. “Romantic? Me? Never! I’m far too mischievous for such things.” He grinned playfully, and for a moment, his eyes softened. “But for you, I’d make an exception.”

Y/N smiled, taking a seat at the table, the flickering candlelight reflecting in their eyes. “This is... actually really sweet. It’s not quite what I expected from you.”

“Ah, I know,” Lilia said, his voice full of mock pride. “I’m full of surprises.” He poured them both a cup of tea, his movements careful, almost tender. “I thought we could share this moment, away from the usual hustle and bustle. Just the two of us.”

Y/N smiled warmly, appreciating the quiet intimacy of the moment. They took a sip of the tea, which had a light, delicate taste. “This is amazing, Lilia. I didn’t know you could be this... thoughtful.”

Lilia tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. “Oh, there’s much you don’t know about me, my dear Y/N. But I suppose I’ll let you in on a little secret: I do care about you. More than I let on, even if I do love to tease you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through their chest at his words. “I care about you too, Lilia. You always know how to make me smile, even when I’m feeling down.”

There was a brief silence between them, filled only by the soft rustling of the leaves above and the gentle flicker of the candles. Then, Lilia stood up, a gleam in his eyes as he offered his hand to Y/N.

“Care to dance?” he asked with a smirk, his voice lowering in a way that sent a shiver down their spine.

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Wait, what? Now? There’s no music.”

Lilia gave them a playful wink. “Who needs music when you have the rhythm of your heart?”

With a soft laugh, Y/N took his hand, allowing him to gently lead them in a slow, graceful dance beneath the tree. There was no need for grand gestures or elaborate speeches. The simple act of being close to each other, in that quiet, magical moment, spoke volumes.

Lilia held Y/N close, his hand resting lightly on their back. He murmured softly, “I know I can be a handful at times, but… I do cherish you, you know.”

Y/N smiled up at him, their heart swelling with affection. “I know, Lilia. And I cherish you too.”

As they danced beneath the tree, with the night air cool and the candles flickering around them, Lilia’s eyes softened, a rare, sincere tenderness flickering in his gaze. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N. Thank you for being here with me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lilia.”

And as they swayed together, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their own little corner of the night.

[reiyldx]

Lilia Vanrouge X Reader

✿Briar's Secret [Part 8]✿

Note: THIS IS THE FINAL PART! Angst, fluff, love reunion stuff, cute kissing scene alert, cute banter scene alert, Meleanor's little sister!au, present twst era.

Mentions of my twst OC Midnight.

"You broke up with Riddle? Why?" Lilia questioned as [Y/N] sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. Lilia's heart clenched in both joy and sorrow. 

"I have been having these strange dreams. I keep on meeting this person- He always pulls me towards the sunset sky and gazes at it with me till it becomes exactly midnight. And every time, the dream ends when it turns midnight. When he's about to tell me something. Its been happening for  a month. And then Riddle got angry when I couldn't do some stuff for him because the dreams have been weirding and stressing me out, so we got into a pretty nasty argument where he broke up with me." [Y/N] sighed yet again, nuzzling Lilia's shoulder. 

Lilia almost felt his heart do flips at the news. She was remembering. There was no mistake. A person leaving exactly at midnight. It had to be Midnight. It frustrated him to think she'd dreamed of Midnight instead of Lilia but it was a start. He should feel bad for Riddle, but he couldn't help the seams of happiness bursting in his essence. 

"What does he look like?" Lilia asked patiently, though in truth, he was far from patient. He tapped the bench they were sitting on impatiently, hoping she wouldn't notice his quiet fidgeting. 

"There's actually two people. They sound only slightly different and look a bit different. The one who appears at dusk has a soft voice and short hair. The one who appears at midnight at the end of the dream has long black hair. Thats all I remember." She pressed a hand to her forehead. 

Ah. So thats how it was. Inside her, [Y/N] had always seen Lilia and Midnight as important people. She'd associated them as friends. Lilia wondered, would she hate him once she knew what he'd done to Midnight? Once she knew of how he never apologized to Midnight till after his death?

"I am sure its not much. But sometimes, dreams may bring about to your notice a gleam familiar as if you may have seen it once before. It is good to keep in mind that dreams sometimes encapsulate memories. Khehehe." Lilia chuckled. [Y/N] only snuggled into him further, seeking his comfort. Something he was more than happy to give. 

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It was after Malleus' overblot when [Y/N] tried to leave Twisted Wonderland that she finally remembered of her past self. Of Princess [Y/N] Draconia. She rushed as fast as her legs could carry her, to the giant double doors beyond which lay the lounge of Diasomnia dorm. Rushing in, she hurried up the flight of stairs, ignoring the students' stares as she knocked fervently on Lilia's door. 

He opened the door, clearly stressed and dishevelled, his complexion pale as if he had not eaten for quite a while. His beautiful crimson eyes widened on seeing her, as he tilted his head questioningly. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him, her hand gently stroking his soft, smooth hair as she held him gently. 

"I remember." were all the words needed to get Lilia's grip to tighten around her figure. [Y/N] felt her shoulder turn damp as her beloved fae General wept on her soundlessly, his shoulders trembling from having carried burdens heavier than he could handle for centuries, all alone. 

"I'm home, Lilia." [Y/N] squeezed him. "My cute little flower." she used the silly nickname she'd come up with for him as a child, since his name referred to a flower. 

"Welcome home, princess." Lilia wiped away his tears, getting down on one knee as he kissed the back of her soft, delicate hand. A faint blush covered the fae's cheeks as his lips touched her skin.

[Y/N] pulled him up forcefully, grabbing his chin as she did in the past, making him look her in the eye. "Oh look at you. So adorable when you're blushing."

"Khehe. Perhaps I could show you more." Lilia leant in to her lips. His gaze was fixated on her lips, on how they would taste. He wondered if a monster, a sinner like him even deserved this. But for now, he wished he could do as his heart wanted. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He needed her. 

"When did you learn to talk back?" [Y/N] chuckled as she caressed his cheek. "You were as meek as a village girl before. And had the temper to match your short height."  She brought him in closer to her lips.

"Oh please." Lilia snickered, his warm breath fanning her lips. "Thankfully I have an advantage over you now." 

"Hmm, jerk." she chuckled. 

"I love you as well." Lilia grinned, his fang poking out. 

"Oh, you cheeky little thing." [Y/N] grinned as her lips brushed his. "I love you." 

"As do I, my dear princess." Lilia's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer, loving her, loving her, and loving her as he'd always wanted to. He would protect her this time, with his life, he swore. 

His treasure. 

His perfect half. 

His deepest, loveliest secret. 

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NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK!

A.N.: Hope everyone enjoyed, hehe.

[liviavanrouge]

Diamond Nightsword Academy: Next gen

Former names: Night Raven Collage, Nightsword Academy

School founder: Crowned Princess Livia Garcia Vanrouge Howl

School Heads: Headmaster Crowley, Headmaster Ambrose, Headmistress Gonnal

Professors: Rollo Flamme(History teacher), Divus Crewel(Potions teacher), Ashton Vargas(P.E teacher), Elliot Trein(Study of Magical Creatures teacher), Evonie Ashengrotto(Etiquette's teacher), Rosaline Beast(Study of Enchantrix Items teacher), Faunick Fairy(Magical History teacher), Flick Fairy(Animal Linguistics teacher), Merryweather Fairy(Herbology Teacher)

Staff: Sam(Shop keeper), Alex(Sam's assistant), Azul Ashengrotto(Blind librarian/School nurse), Lavender(Hall monitor)

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Students:

Savannaclaw

Dorm Leader: Liana Kingscholar(3rd Year) Vice Leader: Holly Bucchi(3rd year) -Ramona Howl(2nd year) -Poppy Bucchi(1st year) -Daisy Schoenheit(1st year) -Mitsuri Kingscholar(1st year)

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Heartslabyul

Dorm leader: Mary Rosehearts(3rd year) Vice leader: Dante Clover(3rd year) -Jackie Clover(2nd year) -Rina Clover(1st year) -Hazel Spade(1st year) -Maddie Trappola(1st year) -Penny Jabberwocky(1st year) -Tako Bandersnatch(1st year)

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Octavinelle

Dorm Leader: Lily Ashengrotto(2nd year) Vice leader: Yanama Leech(Floyd's Daughter, 3rd year) -Honey Leech(Jades daughter, 3rd year) -Coral Leech(Floyd's Daughter, 2nd year)

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Pomefiore

Dorm Leader: Anne Schoenheit(3rd year) Vice Leader: Minty Hunt(3rd year) -Betty Felmier(1st year) -Dutch Hunt (2nd year) -Tornado(1st year) -Dusk Felmier(2nd year) -Hake Hunt(1st year)

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Scarabia

Dorm leader: Scorch Viper(3rd year) Vice leader: Harry Al-Asim(2nd year) -Thunder(2nd year) -Sky Al-Asim(1st year) -Aladdin Al-Asim(1st year) -Gray(2nd year)

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Diasomnia

Dorm leader: Clover Howl(2nd year) Vice leader: Seth Zigvolt(2nd year) -Raven Clover(2nd year) -Juniper Zigvolt(3rd year) -Cedar Dragon(1st year) -Hina Dragon(1st year)

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Pommeneige

Dorm Leader: Apple Leblanc (3rd year) Vice Leader: Chi-Chi (2nd year) -Jazzy(2nd year) -Dexter(2nd year) -Ellie(1st year) -Cole(1st year) -Hansel(1st year)

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @teddymochi

[llondonfog]

for @bluelightning16 ♥

a very merry (vanrouge) christmas; 2/3

The plan is fool-proof.

Silver lies awake in the warm bed he shares with his father, breath held in his throat, as he listens for the tell-tale sound of the front door hinges protesting with a stale shriek.

He had been painfully vigilant tonight, the soft inside of his forearm raw from all the pinching he had done to keep his troublesome eyes open and ward off the darkness encroaching at the edges of his vision. He had even managed to stave off his papa's curious line of questioning about the double layers of clothing that Silver had gone to bed in, claiming he was still cold from all the romping about he had done in the woods earlier.

And while it doesn't feel good, lying to his father like this especially when he knows how the fae abhor being presented with falsehoods and even more so when leaving their home alone after dusk was one of his father's few cardinal rules, it would all be worth it, he's certain! Tonight of all nights, he had to be able to master his frustrating condition and surprise his father with his resourcefulness, it was for the sake of his Papa's happiness!

As if on cue, the front door performs its grating soliloquy, and Silver scrambles hastily from the sheets to yank on his coat and shove his feet into his leather boots, acorn bracelet secured deep in his pocket. With practiced motions, he slides the bedroom window open, eyes smarting from the immediate winter chill, and shimmies over the ledge to the brief drop on the other side. Pressing himself against the shadows of the cabin wall, he pauses with a mittened hand held over his mouth to keep his breath from crystalizing in the air, ears straining for sound.

"Shall we get going then, boys?"

His father's agreeable tone rings out like a clear bell among the still scenery, and Silver peeks out carefully from around the corner of their home to see the pale moonlight illuminating two taller, cloaked shadows flanking his papa, the three of them drawing close to hold some kind of murmured conference. Closer to him and the tree line near their home sits a walled wooden cart, packed with boxes at least from what Silver can see through its sagging cloth 'curtain'. But it was clearly missing a crucial component, one that Silver couldn't see no matter how hard he squinted in the dim lighting— where was the horse?

Still, it's clear that this is his best option. How shocked Papa would be if Silver popped out from between the boxes and surprised him with his present, what a story he would have to tell Sebek! Swallowing to steel his nerves, he takes one more glance at the gathered figures to ensure their continued conversation, before darting out as quietly as he could be in keeping to the shadows of the bushes and trees. Even the woodland creatures seem to have caught on to his little ruse, not a peep emerging from the snow-capped greenery around him. But as the acorn charms press against his thigh, it's almost as if he can feel their silent encouragement, a palpable delight to see the boy they raise in tandem with the mysterious fae giddy with a rare anticipation.

Nimbly, he squirrels himself away in the cart between a few wooden crates, dragging what seems like a blanket over to disguise his presence lest his father or his other companions decide to peer into the opening. And just in time too, as Silver's heart pounds like a tiny hammer in his chest— the soft crunching of approaching feet in the snow makes itself known, and he presses himself as far back into the warm darkness as possible.

"—send it forward, then?"

The high, sharp voice grates against his ears like his father's weapons against a whetstone; it's not a familiar tone that he's heard before, but that isn't saying much considering their scarcity of visitors and remote home.

"Yes," and the way his father drawls out the command sends an odd shiver down Silver's spine, a sudden dousing of an anxious realization. "They've been on the lam for quite a while now, have they not?"

There's a slight rocking to his hiding place, and Silver realizes from the new closeness of his father's voice that he must have stepped up from where they all have gathered at the front of the cart, placing a hand on one of its shafts. " . . . Winter makes a mockery of us all, men and fae. Their desperation must be at its peak— I have little doubt that their misery far outweighs their scheming, a fact that the Queen is counting on."

They? Who were they? Papa had taught him that their Queen was fair and just, why would she ever want to see anyone miserable? And who could possibly be speaking? Surely it cannot be his papa!

The deliberate words are so tightly laced with cold satisfaction that they squeeze the air out of Silver's lungs and bear no resemblance to the warm phrases of fond amusement and gentle indulgence that have become the cornerstone of his tiny, sheltered world. And he has no time to analyze them further, as in the silence that follows his father's declarations, something utterly strange happens. The world around him, the very air and space itself, seems to twist inwards, bending in a sharp and painful way that rips his awareness from his body in one cruelly eager swoop.

To the three pairs of eyes behind, two perturbed and one newly horrified, the cart winks away into the night, leaving in its wake only the indention it had ever existed in the snow, and a trail of small, unassuming footprints.

[curekibouka-writing]

Spring Song (Twst one-shot fanfic)

Summary: The dreams we failed to fulfil once upon a time, perhaps this time, together we could watch them unfold anew.

Word count: 972

*This fic is also on Quotev and Ao3

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A/N: This fic follows Fairy Gala IF, the event in 2022, not the previous one. (This whole fic happened simply because I want Lilia and the Fairy Queen to talk~)

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Rise up, dear children, the ice will soon thaw

Long live the calm spring flowing through all

When the solitude of dusk is nigh, there are no trumpets nor choruses to augment her voice. With only the restful chirps of birds and the caressing wind as accompaniment, the tune sounds more close to heart than Lilia had expected.

“Hello, little princess,” he calls out to the humming singer normally, refraining from his usual startling mischiefs, “Ah, pardon me, your majesty. A queen now, was it?”

The Fairy Queen flutters her small wings and climbs along her golden trail to Lilia’s height, “My, the centuries have changed you quite drastically since I last saw you, General Vanrouge.”

“Kufufu, indeed.” He gestures at the side of his waist, equipped with no sword, “Just Lilia Vanrouge now. I have long since withdrawn from the frontlines. Time has changed us all, has it not?”

“So it has,” the Queen softly agrees, but soon narrows her glittering eyes, “though not entirely. My people are ever as… wary, shall we say? Wary of your kind, wary of humans. We both know well that old wounds are hard to heal.”

He knows. He knows what memories stay on the surface of the oceans of memories he has accumulated throughout the centuries. He knows the islands that flare in a dull red, that sizzle like poison, that somehow still seem like the most stable shelter for just a moment of peace of mind, since it numbs you if you stay long enough.

He knows how he had gulped for air, his lungs expanding and the wounds on his side hurting but he had thought he would drown otherwise, until he realised he was rasping with a dry throat and dry eyes. He knows how he had clawed onto those lands, feeling his sword pressing calluses into his palm before he finds himself waking up on his own bed. Not rubbles, not ruins, not in an ocean, just his bed.

But a dry throat is not slit open and a callused hand can still fight. And to some, that was all they thought they need.

But that is not where Lilia lives now.

Lilia eyes the object in the Fairy Queen’s hands, and asks as he places a thoughtful finger on his chin, “Do you believe in the words those children spoke of today?”

Sincere words. Peaceful words. Words from those who can hope because it has been given to them freely so they never learnt to fear it being taken away. The Queen mulls over them sweetly as her hands tighten around the counterfeit sceptre she still holds onto.

This sceptre is practically worthless, a simple replica any high school film club can afford. It has no value. It has no magic. Yet the Queen gazes at it fondly as the last light of day shimmers in the sceptre’s jewel before the sun sinks below the horizon.

“Yes, I believe them.”

The history of faes of the day and faes of the night has been weaved by separation and union. United against forces that threaten them both, separated by day and night. The clock hand continues to run as these two take their own share.

She is now as if a small, nameless star engulfed in a pitch black night. But even if so, she chooses to shine than to hide.

“I believe children like them can make time take a turn.”

The illusion those children showed her and her subjects today was real. It was tangible. It was from the heart. It was a vision she had dreamt of as a child long, long ago, seeing her people safe and protected, carolling through the lands and the skies in harmony with their allies.

And now, just as winter each year will always be adorned by tints of spring, the children of this time carry on hopes from so long ago.

“I believe these children has a new future that we did not.”

Lilia chuckles after a moment, the pride in his smile almost rivalling the natural light the Queen radiates, “Kufufu, yes, yes, indeed! One of them is my child, you know!”

“Oh my, you don’t say. The one with aurora-coloured eyes? I thought his words sounded familiar,” the Queen laughs along. “You raised him well with love and kindness, he must be very thankful.”

Lilia pauses, he then adds another chuckle.

“What is there to thank for?”

All he did was he found this child in his wandering in the oceans. And on the milder, more merciful island he had found the child on, he stayed for his own sake.

It is a fragile place. One day it will surely be gone, it will inevitably die away no matter what anyone does. Then he’ll be plunged into the waves again, but right now he needs it, he depends on it.

All he did was push his beliefs onto another. Because his fanged words touch people in a different way than the words from a child pure as the first snowfall would. Because only the children of that era can put an end to the last, and inspire all who are straying to this fragile dwelling while it lasts.

All he did was pray as he hums an ancient song. A melody from a time when day and night were one, when trumpets and choruses parade through the streets heralding the victorious armies, united.

The song has not been forgotten even now. In the hearts of those who remember more than red and fire and poison, it is still there, because they are still one and the same in the future they hope for.

Sleep well, dear children, the fires have ceased

Long live the Briar in lasting peace

All he did was wait to see such children bloom.

[rookvonhunt]

Tenko's oc Masterlist redux

( I'm sorry for the incoming spam )

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE

Canon Dorms :

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Pomefiore

Vixen D. Rosehearts ( Dixie ) - 3rd year - twisted from the huntsman's dagger

Viri Prunell - 3rd year - Twisted from Vidia

Valenci Heart - 3rd year - Twisted from Kierran Valentine

Trent Grove - 1st year - Twisted from Trenderman

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Ignihyde

Kirsten Turzek - 1st year - Twisted from Hades' smoke chains used to bind megara

Calypso Sarge - 2nd year - Twisted from The Titan Arges

Fontik Mystique - 3rd year - Twisted from The Titan Stratos

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Fandorms :

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Obsydia - Twisted from the Emperor's new Groove

Ezra 'iiksir - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Yzma

Brick Knolls - 1st year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Kronk

Amsi Rumsey III - 4th year - Previous Dorm Head - Twisted from Pharoh Ramses ( prince of Egypt )

Omari Nizam - 4th year - Twisted from Huy

Husani Kamel - 4th year - Twisted from Hotep

Malik Allaama - 3rd year - Twisted from Emperor Kuzco

Alma Haj - 2nd year - Twisted from Kitten Yzma

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Villamania - Twisted from Resident Evil

Micah Risin - 3rd year - Dorm head - Twisted from Mother Miranda

Alucard Bathory - 4th year - Vice Dorm head - Twisted from Alcina Dimitrescu

Archibald D'bullion - 4th year - Twisted from the Duke

Zuiger Marquis - 4th year - Twisted from the Leech Queen

Martin Bailey - 4th year - Twisted from Marguerite Baker

Liam Bailey - 4th year - Twisted from Lucas Baker

Adelais Du - 3rd year - Twisted from Ada Wong

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Suikerash - Twisted from Sugar Rush

Fraiser Creme - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Taffyta Muttonfudge

Francois Tuule - 2nd year - Twisted from Rancis Fluggerbutter

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Kombatra - Twisted from Mortal Kombat

Kierron Khanum - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Mileena

Song Fenhua - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Shang Tsung

Emile Marco Plasmos - 3rd year - Twisted from Ermac

A'rachk Evaniidae - 2nd year - Twisted from D'vorah

Citron - 4th year - Twisted from Cetrion

Tamo Smoulder - 2nd Year - Twisted from Smoke

Carmine Skab - 3rd year - Twisted from Skarlet

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Ectocosma - Twisted from Scooby Doo Ghouls

Octavius Siphon - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Sibella Dracula

Amos Spectre - 2nd year - Twisted from Phantasma

Simon Blanc - 4th year - Twisted from Simone Lenoire

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Fangulous - Twisted from Monster High

Vladimir Vanrouge - 2nd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Draculaura

Hapi de Delta - 4th year - Twisted from Cleo de Nile

Jin Su - 3rd year - Twisted from Jinafire Long

Krystoff Yatt - 3rd year - Twisted from Abbey Bombinable

Tyson Streak - 2nd year - Twisted from Toralei Stripe

Maurice Bonita - 2nd year - Twisted from Skelita Calveres

Jupiter Trapston - 4th year - Twisted from Venus Mcflytrap

Dusk Mare - 1st year - Twisted from Twyla

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Arachninox - Twisted from Demon Slayer

Miko - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Muzan Kibutsuji

Zara Destok - 2nd year - Twisted from Akaza

Gale Skolpt - 4th year - Twisted from Gyokko

Tara Poisgrove - 4th year - Twisted from Gyuutaro

Suzu Tempo - 1st year - Twisted from Susamaru

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Beldamatrix - Twisted from Coraline

( @/Grace-turzek )

Jonas Gourd - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from the Other Father

June Fosse - 3rd year - Twisted from April Spink and Miriam Forcible

Hattie Labelle - 3rd year - Twisted from the Pioneer girl ghost

Poppy Grove - 3rd year - Twisted from Splendorman

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Terrovania - Twisted from The Horror Genre

( @/crestbaby )

Claudious Grove - 4th year - Twisted from Slenderman

Zen Heirant - 4th year - Twisted from Zalgo

Janice Everest - 3rd year - Twisted from Jane the Killer

Johan Poppett - 3rd year - Twisted from The Puppeteer

Porsche - 1st year - Twisted from the Dollmaker

Candice Pip - 4th year - Twisted from Candy Pop

Jekyll Korpze - 4th year - Twisted from Laughing Jack

Jakob Eetz - 2nd year - Twisted from Eyeless Jack

Anaias Medalla - 4th year - Twisted from Nurse Ann

Reuben Gear - 4th year - Twisted from Jason the Toymaker

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Hexeons - Twisted from Hocus Pocus

( @/the27th )

Prince MacBeth - 3rd year - Twisted from Thorn from the Hex Girls

Eclipse Tide - 2nd year - Twisted from Dusk from the Hex Girls

Birch Dawnst - 2nd year - Twisted from Luna from the Hex Girls

Carroway Grove - 4th year - Twisted from Offenderman

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Staff

August Bailey - Engineering and Shop professor - Twisted from Jack Baker - Supervisor of Villamania

Yan Zei - Summoning Professor - Supervisor of Arachninox

Meredith Bloodwurth - Home Ec , Ancient curses professor , School nurse and Dance instructor - Twisted from Miss Grimmwood - Supervisor of Ectocosma

Bennett Mantra - Assistant Theatre Professor

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ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY

Fandorms :

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Hashikore - Twisted from Demon Slayers

Reina Ash - 2nd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Rengoku Kyojuro

Shiio Posa - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Shinobu Kocho

Miyako Crost - 4th Year - Twisted from Gyomei

Suzano Kai - 3rd year - Twisted from Suma

Inoko Bosha - 3rd year - Twisted from Inosuke Hashibira

Jirou Kanata - 2nd year - Twisted from Tanjiro Kamado

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Raccohazard - Twisted from Resident Evil Protagonists

Christo Reddeman - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Chris Redfield

Lyon S. Kent - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Leon S. Kennedy

Elijah Alba - 4th year - Twisted from Ethan Winters

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Mysticana - Twisted from Scooby Doo Protagonists

Scott "Scooter" Davis - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Scooby Doo

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Staff

Kobayashi - Sword instructor and Librarian - Twisted from Kaguya

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HOUR GLASS STATION ACADEMY

( @/fumikomiyasaki )

Canon Dorms :

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Talenerea - Twisted from Game Mascots

Langley Woodrun - 4th year - Twisted from Jeff the Killer

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Relinookton - Twisted from Animal Crossing

Misty Noire - 4th year - Twisted from Muffy

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Evolnation - Twisted from Pokémon

Séan Grimsby - 4th year - Twisted from Grimmsnarl

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Fandorms :

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Pastrierie - Twisted from Cookie Run

Drys Radd - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Millennial Tree Cookie

Rochelle Rococo - 3rd year - Twisted from Dark Choco Cookie

Khelani Pompau - 4th year - Twisted from Pomegranate Cookie

Momoe Bao - 2nd year - Twisted from Peach Cookie

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Staff :

Jollie Ube - Combat Instructor - Twisted from General Jujube Cookie - Supervisor of Pastrierie

WITCHING HOUR ACADEMY

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DEATH'S ACADEMY OF COMBAT

( @/deaths-academy-of-combat )

Students :

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Faerust - Twisted from Fairy Tail

Nala Ignacio - 1st year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Natsu Dragneel

Gadjet Vickson - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Gajeel Redfox

River Falls - 3rd year - Twisted from Juvia Lockard

Noire Shadeú - 2nd year - Twisted from Midnight

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Gemmeluner - Twisted from Houseki no Kuni

( @crestbaby )

Nyx - 4th year - Twisted from Bort

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Outlandical - Twisted from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

( @mmm creamée on Discord )

Harper Zippah - 4th year - Twisted from Bruno Buccellati

Minerva Lilian - 2nd year - Twisted from Melone

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Nuraveil - Twisted from Hunter x Hunter

Satin Sulfur - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Chrollo Lucilfer

Parker Calibur - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Pakunoda

Ursula Cubb - 4th year - Twisted from Uvogin

Mauve - 4th year - Twisted from Hisoka Morrow

Pinto Haj - 2nd year - Twisted from Neferpitou

Colton Assam - 1st Year - Twisted from Killua Zoldyck

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Daemosin - Twisted from the Seven Deadly Sins

( @twsted-princess )

Banikah Kreid - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Fox sin of greed, undead Ban

Shamrock Plumwurth - 3rd year - Twisted from Gloxinia

Guillermo Bombasta - 2nd year - Twisted from Guila

Lyle Crossman - 2nd year - Twisted from Jericho

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Resonnata - Twisted from Soul Eater

Shin Astra - 4th year - Dorm Leader ( ? ) - Twisted from The Kishin , Asura

Marshal Alba - 2nd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Maka Albarn

Judith Gait - 4th year - Twisted from Justin Law

Conan Dusalar - 1st year - Twisted from Crona Gorgon

Azrael Astra - 2nd year - Twisted from Death the Kid

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Staff :

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Lord Astra - Headmaster - Twisted from Lord Death

Pema Taran - Vice Headmaster - Twisted from Chairman Netero

Nexus Karov - Magical History Professor - Twisted from Master Makarov Dreyer

Andromeda Stitch - School Psychologist and Magical Sciences professor - Twisted from Dr. Franken Stein

Gretel Chambers - Literature professor and Drama director - Twisted from Grelle Sutcliffe

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[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[hattercatsparadise]

Cupid’s arrows

Hatter Cat: Wow ... Well, I hid some details to preserve her innocence and kept the essentials for her to be able to find your soul mate, so please wait a moment! Emily went to look for your soul mate and she still hasn't told who she has in mind. Emily: Emily's back! He, he! Hatter Cat: So who is the lucky soul and destined partner of @nocoffee-notea​? Emily: Hehe! * whispers to Hatter Cat * Hatter Cat: ... I don't know if I congratulate or offer my condolences ... * sigh * But who am I to disagree with the judgment of a cupid? Emily: Your soul mate is ...!

EMILY: SILSIL! YAY! Hatter Cat: I recommend that you make dinner to offer Mr. Vanrouge at family gatherings ... Emily: Okay, Emily can cook! Because @ nocoffe-notea will be Emily's sibling in law! Hatter Cat: If that's the case, I won't be worried about food poisoning deaths ... * sigh of relief * Now my opinion ...

EVERYTHING TO WORK OUT

You have everything to work! They love to be glued together at all times and make plans for the future and for life and do not see each other without the other.

KISS

Capricorn's kiss is restrained and intimate, as Capricorns need confidence and security to let go. The Taurus kiss is unforgettable! The Taurus is in no hurry and is very dedicated to his partner, which makes the kiss hot and sensual.

RELATIONSHIP

You and Mr. Silver are people of rare personality, who at the same time complement each other. He is more reserved and when you meet new people you prefer to stay within your comfort refuge and he intends to be a safe haven for you to feel comfortable in those initial moments.

Mr Silver may not show it clearly, but he is happy to see you being outgoing within your cycle of friends. When you become more "chaotic" he tends to stay awake so you don't get hurt (and his animal friends are helping both of you with this task).

He always respects your limits although he can't help worrying when you decide to isolate yourself in your room. Mr Silver doesn't care when you stutter, but you can become hostile if someone bothers you and wants to be toxic with you about it.

Regarding your habit of liking plushies, you have probably caught him napping with some of them because they smell and remind you of him (probably at least once you saw him with the animals he attracts).

His and  your hobbies can be beneficial to both. If you are interested he can teach you fencing and know self defense techniques without a weapon it will be good for him to always be prepared for emergencies.

Silver likes your appearance, especially your eyes the way that the blue envelopes the brown of your irises are like the sky embracing the earth full of life and this calms him. In my words, your hair would be like the essence of the day shining greedily over the sunlight and dusk when you are out of reach of light.

EMILY: What Kitty-kitty wrote about @ nocoffe-notea's hair was so beautiful! Hatter Cat: Thank you ... Well, I really think you two have a chance and always ask Emily to help you in the kitchen when you have a family meeting and invite Mr. Vanrouge. Emily: Emily is going to tell Miremire and we have a sibling in law! Bye Bye!

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Dusk: Dad, you named Silver, right? So why if his name Silver?

Lilia: Yes, I named him. And his name is Silver because it’s his hair color. Why?

Dusk: Really? That’s it?

Lilia: Yes, that’s it. Why did you want to know?

Dusk: I just wanted to know about my brother, I guess.

Lilia: Aww, that’s kind of you.

Dusk: …

Dusk: Why is my name Dusk?

Lilia: You were born at dusk.

Dusk *leaving*: I don’t know why I expected different.

(His eye color and name are tied too. Purple is more of a sunset thing, but I still thought it fit.)

Dusk "I bet you would've named Mal something like, "Dark" or "Night" if the queen didn't tell you his name."

Lilia "...."

Dusk "Dad?"

Lilia "Shelly..."

Dusk "Oh my god dad"

Lilia "Either that or Sheldon."

[writingattemptsxx]

Found Yet Still Lost

Lilia’s son, Dusk, was his world, yet one day he disappeared without a trace.

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I was writing this off and on for about two months. Motivation is a funny thing.

This is a songfic (Two Birds on a Wire) about character I made for @return-to-twisted-wonderland’s prompt, Dusk Vanrouge, Lilia’s oldest son. Who I’ve also drawn and posted on this blog.

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Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away

And the other-

Watches him close on that wire

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

“I’ll believe it all. There's nothing I won't understand. I'll believe it all. I won't let go of your hand.”

Lilia felt nice as he just got to relax. He got to sit under the tree and watch his four-year-old son play. All the while songbirds sang, squirrels scattered around, and even bigger forest creatures like foxes and deer came around to see all that was happening.

His son, Dusk, was his absolute joy. Dusk looked extremely similar to him. Well as similar as a kid could look to an adult. He had the same long black hair Lilia has, just without the long red streaks. His eyes were also a bright lilac that were always so full of life.

“Daddy!” Lilia looked up to see Dusk repeatedly jumping.

Lilia got up and floated over to his son. “What is it, little bat?”

Dusk pointed at him with a pout. “That! How do you do that?” He tried jumping a few more times.

“Do what?” Lilia looked at himself and noticed his feet floating off the ground. “Are you trying to float?”

“Yeah.” Dusk nodded.

“Oh! All you need to do is use your magic to go fwoom and keep yourself up.” Lilia only earned a confused stare. He sighed and lifted his son up. “Ok, here we go! How does this feel?

Dusk giggled and wrapped his arms around his dad. “Cool! I can't touch the ground!”

“Alright. Try to remember how this feels. Then you have to try to make the same feeling with your magic. Got it?”

He nodded again.

Lilia lowered his son to be just a bit above the ground. “Alright. Try to lift yourself up.”

Dusk wiggled a bit, trying to move his body instead of using his magic. But just as Lilia was about to correct him, Dusk became lighter. He was floating. He didn’t lift himself back to the original height, but his feet were off the ground from his own magic.

“See! You did it! I knew you could.” Lilia was so happy! His son was doing something so impressive, and doing it on his own. Lilia started to release his grip to see how Dusk could fair on his own.

Sadly, the happy moment didn’t last too long. It might have been Lilia releasing his grip or Dusk just focusing more on the fact he did it rather than continuing the magic. But Dusk lost his concentration causing him to fall. And he wasn’t too high from the ground, he would have been higher if he just jumped, but it was sudden. Sudden enough to at least spook the young kid and make him tear up.

Lilia internally cursed at himself for being too quick to think his son could keep himself up unsupported. He quickly picked up Dusk and glanced over for any injuries, just in case. Luckily there weren't any. Dusk was just scared.

“Oh, that was a fall, wasn't it?” Lilia’s only response was more crying. “Don't worry, you're safe, but that probably was scary. Huh?”

Dusk clung and buried his face into Lilia’s shirt, mumbling something Lilia couldn't quite make out.

“Yeah, it probably was scary. I believe it. Don't worry, I understand.” Lilia carefully placed his hand over his son’s. “If it helps, I can hold your hand for as long as you need.”

Dusk slightly lifted his head off of Lilia’s shirt to quietly say something. “Daddy…”

“Hmm?”

“I wanna try again.”

Two birds on a wire.

One says “C’mon”

And the other says “I'm tired.

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry.

One more or one less.

Nobody’s worried.”

“I’ll believe it all. There's nothing I won't understand. I'll believe it all. I won't let go of your hand.”

He was nowhere. Dusk was nowhere. Lilia woke up a few months ago and went to wake up his son only to find him missing.

There were no signs of exit or entry. If someone broke in or Dusk broke out, there would have been signs, or Lilia, with all his general training, would have been able to notice something. There weren't even any signs there was any magic used that would have been able to teleport someone in or out. There was nothing.

Despite that, Lilia couldn't stop his search. He spent countless days and nights using all his energy to search, search until he passed out from sheer exhaustion. Lilia even brought some soldiers he was close to help, but as more and more time passed, they started to lose hope that his son could be found. Lost hope that his son was even still alive.

The only ones who kept searching with the same vigor were himself and his closest friend, Baul Zigvolt. Both of them would do anything to find Dusk, no matter how much time passed and no matter how much sleep they were missing out on.

“General Lilia!” Baul’s voice, as loud as ever, snapped Lilia out of his thoughts. “We found no leads. Again…”

“We simply need to search somewhere else. I'll start looking south. Keep others looking here while I scout ahead.” Lilia knew how he probably sounded. He probably sounded just as empty and drained as he felt. He's seen how hollow he looked just by seeing his reflection.

“General. We have plenty of skilled people who can scout. You have been going for days straight. Fresh eyes would have an easier time.”

“I’m fine. Not to mention you are running low on sleep yourself.”

“I am low on sleep, yes, but you haven't had any for the past few days. Lilia, I'm worried for you. Not only as a subordinate.”

“I have no time for emotional talk. Either you have something important to say or I'm leaving to scout further.”

“Your health is important! I've found you passed out enough times to be worried. You of all people should know troops who aren't in their best health need to rest otherwise they risk any upper hand or even level playing field they might have.”

Lilia does completely understand, but he so understands risking some things for an important goal. What general would he be if he didn't risk himself first? What father would be if he didn't give everything he had? “Again, I'm fine-”

“You are far from fine. I know you are going through a lot right now, but I'm not going to stand by here while a dear friend compromises his health.”

“Baul-”

“Whatever you tell me I’ll listen and believe it! I will do anything in my power to try to understand anything you're going through! I won't leave your side if you wish!” For as strong and loud as Baul was he truly did care for those around him, in his own way. It would seem like a bad trait for a soldier to have, but he made it work.

Lilia took in a sharp breath. Baul was only trying to support his friend. Lilia was better than snapping at someone who was just getting in his way. “As I said before, I am fine. Now I'm going.” Lilia immediately started to walk away. He had no time for this. He would find his son.

Two birds of a feather

Say that they're always gonna stay together

But one’s never going to let go of that wire

He says that he will, but he's just a liar

Lilia had gotten more or less used to his life now. Malleus, Silver, and Sebek have created quite a lot of fun for a man in his old years. Even now, he was in a third entrance ceremony as the Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. Though he was more focused on wondering what dorm Sebek would be in, hoping he’d be in the same Diasomnia with the three of them who were already there.

The ceremony got even more interesting when a small cat jumped out of nowhere and created quite the hubbub. It called itself Grim. Lilia should remember that name. Seeing the chaos unfold was probably the most fun he'd been a part of for a long while.

He was definitely sure he made the right choice to come to Night Raven with Malleus. Malleus got experience socializing with non-fae and he got himself some relaxing time in his older years. What fun.

Grim was definitely causing a mess, though. While Riddle and Azul offered to help catch him, they seemed like they were doing more fighting than actually catching. While it was still amusing, it's best that someone stepped in.

Lilia was seconds from helping when someone, disguised in their ceremonial robes, beat him to it. He grabbed the cat by the scruff and spoke as if venom was dripping from his mouth. “If others here can't catch this mangey thing, I wonder why I should listen to them.”

Lilia already felt bad for whatever dorm the mystery person ended up with. He already seemed like a bit of a powder keg. A free spirit, to say it nicer.

Even hidden behind the robes, he seemed short. Isn’t it a typical thing that short pople have a bigger personality? He might have even been related to Rosehearts, someone known for exactly that. Actually, looking closer, he seemed to be closer to Lilia’s height.

The mystery kid handed Grim over to Headmaster Crowley, who quickly handed it over to a very unimpressed Professor Crewel. No words left the professor’s mouth but he gave a murderous stare strong enough for the students seated around him to get shivers. Luckily he did actually leave to take Grim outside and presumably off campus.

Meanwhile, the kid sat back in his seat. Lilia watched him as the kid seemed restless and gave off the same venom in an aura that was in his words.

While Lilia watched, he noticed long black hair and glimpses of lilac eyes that made memories of a time long gone flash through his head. No. Dusk had been gone for years.

But that sore spot definitely never left. He still hasn't ever mentioned Dusk to anyone who wasn't already aware of his son’s existence. He wanted to, but he just couldn't.

Lilia was going to look away and check on Sebek when the kid was told to stand in front of the Dark Mirror.

“State your name.” The face inside the mirror wasted no time in starting the process.

“Dusk Vanrouge.”

There is no way Lilia heard him right. No, his son had been missing for almost two centuries. Can his son just come back after so long?

The truth was soon proven when after the kid got sorted into Savannaclaw, he turned to head back to his seat. That's when Lilia got a full view of his face. A face that looked identical to his.

Lilia was sent into a daze for the rest of the ceremony. He was pretty sure even Silver, who he brought to make sure he had help if the new dorm members got too out of hand, noticed.

The end of the ceremony soon came, and Lilia told Silver to line up all the Diasomnia members, and that he'd be right back. Silver was a bit confused, but agreed. As soon as he made sure Silver was doing ok with lining everyone up, he went to find Dusk.

His son came back. His son came back! It's been so long, and now he could finally have the final piece of his family.

Lilia found Dusk standing slightly away from the other Savannaclaw students. He put his hand on Dusk’s shoulder, getting snappy words as Dusk turned around.

“What do you wa-” Once Dusk turned around, Lilia could see the recognition in his eyes. “Dad? Is that you?”

Lilia immediately pulled Dusk into a hug. His eyes completely welled up with tears. His son was alive and came back to him. Dusk was alive and came back to him.

Sadly, that happiness only lasted a few seconds. “Fa-Lilia, who is this?” Silver walked up to them, and the truth hit Lilia all at once.

He never told anyone about Dusk. He never told any of his other sons about Dusk.

“Oh, Silver!” Lilia snapped to face Silver. He knew this wouldn't sit well with anyone. Their dad had a secret and missing oldest son who he never mentioned once. “This is Dusk… my son.”

“You have another son?”

“Another?” Dusk looked at Silver then Lilia. “What is he talking about?”

“This is Sliver… my other son…”

Silver spoke back up. “You had a son before me? Where has he been? Why didn't you mention him?”

Lilia tried to get a word in, but Dusk cut him off. “You didn't mention me? Not once? Were you trying to forget me?!”

Again Lilia tried to get in another word but was cut off. By Silver this time. “Do Malleus and Sebek know about this?”

“There are others?”

Another chance to respond. Another chance stripped away as Leona Kingscholar’s voice came through calling all Savannaclaw students back to their dorm.

Dusk looked between Leona and his family, specifically Lilia, before letting his face settle into a glare. “I’m leaving.”

“Dusk, wait!”But Lilia’s voice did nothing to stop his son walking away. He looked back to Silver, whose face was confused and upset. “Silver, I didn’t mean to keep this a secret. I sw-“

Silver held up his hand. “I need to think for a bit.” Then he to walked away, his arms hugging his body.

Now Lilia was left alone as tears stung his eyes before falling.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away

And the other-

Watches him close from that wire

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

Dusk’s presence and his relationship to Lilia had become well known on campus. It’s pretty hard to keep a loud conversation like what they had secret, and even if they did, the two of them look visibly related.

It was hard to watch Dusk around the school. It was even harder when they made eye contact and his son’s face turned into a scowl. And rubbing salt in the wound, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek all started avoiding him too.

Lilia couldn’t blame any of them. He kept his first son secret for so long, and even if he didn’t outright lie, it built his other three son’s world on a mistaken concept. Simply because an old man couldn’t control his grief, he made others suffer. He wouldn’t want to see himself either.

Yet, Lilia can’t bring himself to leave any of them alone. Malleus, Silver, and Sebek are all in the same dorm as him, so they can’t fully avoid each other, but Lilia found himself almost tailing Dusk. If Dusk was in the courtyard, he was too. Just watching his son from a distance.

Lilia knew he was making things worse. He should have stopped. He should have stopped a long while ago. But again, he was an old man experiencing the pain of losing his kid, his life, and this time it was happening four times at once.

He would stop eventually. He would stop when he was sure Dusk was settled in. He would stop when he didn’t feel the crushing need to see his sons safe and sound, even if it was at a distance because the same sons hated him.

Two birds on a wire

One tried to fly away

And the other-

[magnolia-spree]

hello. this is just a list of fics i wrote and its going to be multifandom so please bear in mind! it will update as i go.

some fics have some not safe for work theme in it so proceed with caution!

the list will be place under the read more!

NIJISANJI (EN) FICS:

is it okay for me to call out your name? (series of ship fics) -> clues leading up to your magic | shu x mysta (explicit) [A detective and a sorcerer hand-in-hand to face the world. At least they have each other.] -> ink-stained shikigamis | ike x shu (general) ["Would you like me to read a story?" The novelist asked the sorcerer.

The sorcerer only smiled in response.] -> whispering dusks | mysta x shu x ike (teen + up) [The novelist stared at his beloved witty detective and cunning sorcerer and sighs in content.

How wonderous this tale would be.]

summer with you -> shu x elira (general) [That one summer day, where she said words he didn't understand at that time... and he's trying to find answers to her words. To understand. To know why she has gone and left- just like the summer she blissfully enjoyed.]

a pleasurable heaven -> shu (akarino) x ike (eki) (explicit) [People do not care deeply for such things. As long as they think there is a saviour in their vicinities, they will weep and worship upon the saviour’s feet.

Akarino is no such saviour.

Eki makes sure of that.]

TWISTED WONDERLAND FICS:

a world not your own -> lilia vanrouge x prefect (general) [He sees that everyone is distracted. Malleus in his room for reasons unknown (he suspects it has to doGao-Gao Drakon-kun). Silver practising his swordsmanship and Sebek was currently answering his Alchemy homework... (con't.)]

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Lilia’s kid would be the “no one messes with my siblings but me” type of older sibling.

Silver is sleeping and needs to be woken up? Yuu just starts shaking him far from gently and/or just chucks him over their shoulder.

Sebek is monologuing about “Wakasama”? Yuu calls him a dork and pulls him in a headlock to noogie him.

Malleus’s magic accidentally zap’s them or their thing? They immediately try to tackle him.

But the SECOND someone else messes with them, they are dead.

(Can’t think of anyone doing anything to Silver)

Ace teases with Sebek after he monologues about “Wakasama”? They grab a pillow or something to get back at Ace.

Leona starts making fun of Malleus? Their housewarden or not, Yuu steps on his tail.

Yuu, with Malleus in a headlock: Are you gonna do it again?

Malleus, can easily break free: Mayhaps.

Yuu: Stop picking up lingo from dad!

Everyone watching: What the fuck-

--------

Sebek, hitting his 2nd hour of his monologue about Malleus: And another thing-

Yuu: He mlems when he thinks no one is watching.

Sebek: You're lying!

Yuu, shit eating grin: Am I?

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Lilia’s kid goes is not happy with Leona or the first years, specifically Ace.

Leona always messes with Malleus and Ace and the first years mess with Sebek. And no one gets to do that other than them, that’s their little siblings.

Yuu goes after them every time. Catching Malleus and Sebek up in the cross fire then Yuu teases them afterwards.

Silver is relived he’s not in the middle of this and Sebek and Malleus are just asking him to save them.

Silver doesn't have anyone messing with him, he's in the clear. Malleus and Sebek are suffering while Lilia laughs at them.

Yuu, says something teasingly about Malleus or Sebek

Someone: Yeah, they're (insult)

Yuu: Da fuck did you just say about my brother?