#i just plucked a random silver ship for this but the main focus should just b on lilia and mal mal hfjdnf

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For the 3 sentence meme; how about Lilia and or Malleus realizing Silver has romantic feelings for someone and feeling conflicted as they're worried their little boy may leave them.

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Silver has been far more distracted as of late — and Lilia is certain he knows why, from the way his son's eyes trail after a certain Kalim Al-Asim with a fervent longing in those auroral pupils, to the way he keeps talking about him, the conversation always swinging back to his friend one way or another.

And Lilia is... Well, of course a part of him is rather happy; there are far worse options in the world than Kalim, and due to their proximity as members of the Pop Music Club, Lilia likes to consider him as one of his own good friends. But all the same... it is quite the jarring realisation to look upon your own child and realise that you are no longer the centre of his world, that now there are other people entering his orbit — people he may care about just as much, if not more, than he does for you.

But he can handle these conflicting feelings. Malleus, on the other hand...

"You ought to stop glaring so obviously at Kalim," Lilia says, leaning over to whisper into Malleus' ear, taking note of where he is looking — at Kalim and Silver, a rare smile plastered across the latter's face as Kalim chatters on and on to him about something or other. "I'm aware that you can be rather territorial, but—"

"I do not wish for Silver to leave me." Outside, there is a flash of lightning accompanied by a rumble of thunder, and Lilia winces. Malleus does not tear his gaze away from the two boys for even a moment, not as he says, "Asim is not deserving of him."

Lilia sighs, leaning over to clasp a hand on Malleus' shoulder. "Unfortunately, Malleus, that is something that neither of us can decide. In the end, the most important thing is Silver's own happiness — and if Kalim makes him happy, then who are we to interfere?"

(And yet, Lilia does not wish to let his son go so soon.)

[sstwins]

Femslash Feb Day 9 - Flowers (Duchess/Raven)

I SWEAR IM NOT EVEN MAKING THIS UP I LEGIT GOT THIS SHIP AGAIN

I’m in AP Stats so I should like calculate this probability. Out of 21 girls in my random list I got the s a m e s h i p in nine days

BUT U KNOW WHAT, ITS A GOOD SHIP AND I ACTUALLY LOVE IT SOOOO IM EXTREMELY PLEASED

Brief Summary: Raven Queen surprises Duchess with roses after a ballet performance. The aroma of romance is heavy in the air.

Word Count: 471

When Duchess emerged backstage, flushed and proud, Raven Queen was waiting with a bouquet of multi-colored flowers so large that it almost obscured her from view. Duchess’ tired flush transformed into a blush, and she approached the girl slowly.

“Raven, you didn’t,” Duchess gasped as pulled one of the blooms out from the bunch, twisting it in front of her. A silver rose. Those were so rare.

“I just wanted to say that you did really amazing tonight.” Raven pressed the flowers forwards into Duchess’ hands. “I got these for you because they’re your favorite colors. And the show was really, really good.”

Duchess couldn’t stop blushing now that she’d started. After months of rehearsal, it was her first time playing a leading role on the stage. She’d been a little worried at first, and she’d almost messed up a grand jete in the middle of the second act, but when she’d heard the crowd cheering at the end, she knew it had all been worth it. Duchess craved applause and recognition, and being part of the background was nothing compared to being the main focus of the show. And it meant even more knowing that Raven was out there somewhere, cheering for her. “Well, I’m glad you liked it,” Duchess finally replied, shifting the flowers to the side so that she could stare Raven right in the face. “And you’re going to come and see it again tomorrow night?”

Raven laughed. “Of course.”

“And the night after that?”

“I’ll come for every performance, Duchess. Every single one.”

Duchess smiled. “Good. It wouldn’t be the same without knowing you were there watching me.”

Now Raven was the one to color. When she blushed, it was always a light pinkish purple. It was incredibly endearing.

Finally, after staring at Raven for a moment, Duchess came back to herself. “I need to get changed,” she stated as she breathed in the fresh flower scent. “But after that, do you want to… go somewhere?” Duchess reached out with her free hand and traced Raven’s cheek. Raven colored even deeper and shivered. She was so sensitive to touch.

“Okay,” Raven breathed, unable to manage more than the lowest volume. “Do you want me to hold those for you?”

Duchess bunched up the roses, pulling them in close. She plucked out a purple one and placed it behind Raven’s ear, before spinning around and prancing off to her dressing room. “No need,” she called behind her. “I’ll put them in water.”

As Duchess entered her dressing room, she missed the sight of Raven Queen pulling the bud out from her hair, cupping it in her hands to stare down at its beauty. As she waited for Duchess to return, Raven drew the flower up to her nose, letting the sensual aroma of romance flood her senses.