#it’s always a good day to appreciate Sebek

[sorrygotthesesacks]

I point to Fairy Gala IF so often for this. Sebek pacing outside Ramshackle, wanting to help but unable to bring himself to until Jack drags him in.

And then, it is Sebek’s input that makes the difference. The way he talks about the symbolism of the outfits? His description of spring, the way he can appreciate the beauty of it, the fact that even as a nocturnal fae himself, he is well educated on diurnal fae - Ortho acknowledges how valuable this information was!

When Sebek brags about how well Silver carries himself, how Silver’s affinity with animals helped with Ortho’s illusion, Leona dismisses all of this as Sebek having nothing to do with the success of the plan - but Sebek was instrumental in it!

And despite Sebek’s struggle with being half-human, because he was a late bloomer with magic (or maybe because of it) - and because by the time he’s at NRC, he has probably spent more time with Silver than with anyone else - he has on multiple occasions helped Silver get out of his own head!

Azul’s Halloween vignette - Silver’s dorm vignette - for all Sebek’s bluster and the number of insults he hurls toward Silver (which revolve around him wanting Silver to be the best guard for Waka-sama that he can be!), he knows Silver better than anyone and appreciates Silver (again, see Fairy Gala). Silver does not need to change himself for anyone!

And he is so loyal! Win his respect and he is your staunchest supporter (in his own way)! He assumes from something Trey says in Spectral Soirée that Trey is insulting Riddle, and he immediately calls Trey on it! (The fact that Trey did not even mention Riddle is both funny and a little sad, as I expect Sebek is used to seeing implied insults.)

He also indirectly praises Riddle in a voice line for his Masquerade card, saying Riddle competed in an obstacle course against a Noble Bell equestrian student and need you even ask who won?

He is naive, and brash, and loud, and he puts Malleus on a pedestal as the epitome of perfection, but he has such a big heart and he tries so hard and constantly pushes himself to improve!

Besides Camp Vargas and his amazing feat (and let’s also appreciate that Silver, despite the fact that he frequently apologizes for Sebek when Sebek is rude, tells Riddle to just watch Sebek. He knows Sebek better than anyone, too, and has complete confidence in Sebek’s ability to obtain that lanternblossom!), there is also Portfest, where Sebek carries the cotton candy machine, by himself, to get Idia to fix it. Sebek is crazy strong!

He has a heart of gold and hides his insecurities beneath his brash demeanor, but I think a lot of Sebek’s being loud is a cry for people to look at him and see what he is capable of (and maybe a little “I am more than what you think you see”).

One of his voice lines in alchemy lessons, “Lavish me with praise!” sounds funny, but I think this is another insight into Sebek’s need to be seen for what he has accomplished. He is harder on himself than on anyone else, and doesn’t he deserve a little acknowledgement?

One thing I forget is how nobody really listens to Sebek when he says of course he can do that be because he's been trained by Lilia, but then he does it and everyone's like 0-0 Like camp vargas

Hello Anonie 🌷🌺🌸

I think with Sebek, whether it’s the characters or the players, most of the time many do not give Sebek a fair chance.

Which can honestly be a mix of communication and misjudging him as a character.

In game wise, I believe because of his loud personality, pride, and his draconian status, the characters just…deafen him out. Not heeding him and his abilities at the time.

Kind of just, through one ear and out the other, you know?

So when he actually shows his abilities, shows he’s more than talk, and that he’s more observant than he seems? That surprises everyone.

As a player, many misjudge him because they look at him at face value. They don’t look into the events, the story, and especially the personal stories.

So now, when he’s in the limelight, people get a feel for who Sebek truly is. Someone who’s hard working and tries his best.

It’s kind of like the whole Vil debate, some say Vil is this uncaring and all about beauty person, when in reality he is one of the kindest characters (but very blunt) and wants you to do your best.

Like all characters, there’s more than we know about them.

And like the all the characters in game, until they go through ✨trauma✨ and we seem them at their core, that’s when we truly get a feel for them.

…I have no idea where I went with this and if this made sense at all 🤣🤣 I hope I answered this in a way that’s understandable.😂🌺

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

i need some smut with all of the diasomnia members

(AFAB! reader will be appreciated or if it has a breeding kink if not then its okay since anything you create is insanely good)

love ur work btw one of my favorite creators here also don’t mind the hate comments they just don’t like peace or happiness. Stay hydrated and have a good day!!

I turned off Anon-asks because of the people who can’t speak respectfully, but tysm! Also, I am ~95% sure that you wanted all of the Diasomnia members together…? However, I felt a bit weird about it since their relationship is a lot like family, so I changed it a bit.

Warnings: AFAB!Reader who uses She/Her pronouns, Polyamory, Breeding, Sebek whimpers, Cunnilingus/Oral (Reader Receiving), Overstimulation, Aftercare.

Diasomnia

It had been a few months since you entered this… new relationship with the Diasomnia crew. 

Basically, it all started when each of them realized that they had feelings for you, despite you dating Silver, and Silver was more than alright with sharing. However, due to the conflict of relationships, you all agreed that you would not lay in bed together.

After all: Despite no one being blood-related, it was still weird.

Anyway, this week was a rough week for everyone, with Malleus being forgotten from a meeting; Sebek, you, and Silver having had to study a bunch for upcoming tests and exams; and Lilia being sad that Malleus did not have an heir yet.

In other words, everyone needed some relief, and you were more than willing to spread your legs and welcome them. 

However… This time, there was a twist. 

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Silver went first. After all, he was very close to falling asleep, and he was probably going to be the most gentle with you. A warm-up, if you will.

He knelt on the floor, bringing you to the edge of the bed as he tongue-fucked you, his teeth grazing lightly on your clit before he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders. The touch grounded him, reminding him to stay awake. Your scent nearly made him high.

Drawing another orgasm from you, his grip tightened to hold you still as his face became covered in your juices. He moaned a bit at your taste, the vibrations of his voice making you writhe even more under his grasp. 

However, he soon felt his eyes growing heavy, so he pulled away from your dripping cunt to tag in Sebek. ~~~~~~~~

To say that you were overstimulated would be an understatement, especially since Sebek’s size was nothing to laugh at. He mounted you, and thanks to Silver, he slid right in.

Before you, he was a total virgin, and he was still learning the ropes around sex, but his desperate thrusts and whimpers were more than enough to make your brain melt from the pleasure he was giving you.

However, no matter how desperate he was, it was a rule between the five of you that Malleus was the only one allowed to come inside you… so when Sebek got close, he pulled out and stroked himself to finish all over your back. 

Before he left to head to bed, he grabbed a warm towel to help prepare you for Malleus. After all, the incoming Prince needs the best, right?

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Malleus was, by far, the largest size you have ever taken.

He always had you in a mating press, always wanting to be able to see your beautiful face as he gently thrusted into you. Actually, it was more like rutting. His entire shaft didn’t fit in all the way, as he only ever managed to fit half of it all at once.

You were the louder one out of the two of you, especially as he sank his fangs into your neck to muffle his grunts. The pretty noises you made would always be his favorite to hear, and he wouldn’t be able to hear them if he was making any unnecessary noises. When he neared his finish, he stilled inside you as he filled you up, painting your insides white with thick cum. Then, he put a pillow under your hips to ensure that nothing spilled. After all, an heir needed to be produced, right?

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Lilia… he surprisingly had no need to get off. He knew you were tuckered out, and he didn’t feel that insatiable urge for sex as much as he used to back in his younger days.

As he cleaned you up with a warm cloth, he giggled at your blissed out expression.

“You know, dearie… The Briar Valley Queen would love to meet you soon… especially since you will be carrying Malleus’s heir very soon.” You thought about his words, smiling softly and nodding. “Perhaps… over the next Winter Break… I may go with you all? I have heard many things about Her Majesty, and I would love to meet her as well.” Lilia was happy to know that you did not have much of an issue with the situation. He thought that you would have an issue with having to carry a dragon’s heir, but you seemed very excited about the thought of becoming a mother. “You shall make an excellent mother, my dear.. We are very excited to be with you on the rewarding, mind-changing journey that is pregnancy.”

Soon, your eyelids started growing heavier and heavier, and the sweet abyss that is called ‘sleep’ started taking over.

“Goodnight, lovely. See you in the morning.”

[cactusdrinkstea]

─ ‧ ִ ۫✭ A rock for a dragon

Malleus Draconia x Reader

Summary: You found a rock and gave it to Malleus because it reminded you of him.

Word count: 899

I kinda want to draw him with his tiny pretty black rock.

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Malleus wasn't a stranger of people feeling uneasy around him. Everyone thought and expected too much out of him. He was used to such thing, even if he wasn't too fond of it. Not many could just approach him casually and make small talk. They either treated him too formally, too artificially or they ran because Sebek scared them off. He could count with his fingers all of the people that genuinely appreciated him and he still would have some space left. He had his friends sure, but he never quite had something true. Of course that was until a particular human came along. 

Oh how he cherished you. You would wave, talk to him and even invite him to anything you had the chance to. No one else treated him in that way. That’s why whenever your familiar head would pop up, when your voice reached his ears or when your eyes stared at him, he knew he was about to have a good day. 

“Tsunotaro!”

A familiar voice said, and the smile that appeared on his face was almost automatic. When you walked towards him, the normally unapproachable fae housewarden looked over your direction with small fondness in his eyes. That little pet name, he had grown fond of it too. It always caused that fuzzy feeling in his chest. You ran all the way to where he stood, and you seemed to be holding something between your palms. 

“Child of man, what a pleasant surprise. Is there anything you need from me?” He asked, curious green eyes peering at your shorter figure.

“Take a look at what I found!” You replied excitedly. After that, you showed him. 

There was a small rock on your palm, a black one. It looked smooth but it had some sharp edges here and there. Upon closer inspection, it looked like black obsidian. Is that why you acted so excited? How charming.

“Look! It's a shiny polished rock! I found it near Ramshackle and it reminded me of you right away!" You beamed with joy. 

Malleus focused on the last sentence. You found a rock and you immediately brought it to him because it had reminded you of him? What simple way of thinking, and yet he was delighted to know that was the reason and not casual love for minerals. 

“You thought of me from a rock?” He questioned, cocking his head to his left just slightly. 

"Oh not because it's a rock, but because it's so black and shiny. It reminded me of your horns or your hair. So I thought 'Malleus would like it' and I cleaned it up and brought it. Do you like it?" You replied right away, as if your logic made absolute sense. 

That made him even more delighted to hear. It was actually very adorable of you. Malleus carefully took the shiny rock  into his hand to look closely at it, examining the obsidian for a moment. 

“I do, I like it very much” He answered, his voice sounding almost as soft as the way he stared at you. 

"I am glad, I thought it would be silly, you know? It's just a rock, why would a fae prince be impressed when he can have thousands of rocks? But I went for it anyway” You said, and he could see where you were coming from. 

He had received thousands of gifts in the past. Lustrous jewelry, expensive treasure, accessories, trinkets, food, and more. All of that was true, and yet this one was different. It was a gift meant for him. Not because of its price or value, but because it was given from the memory of him. He was kept in your mind. What else could he ask for?

Just being in someone's mind, not because of his power or his position. Not at all, just him. Oh he wanted to do anything for you now. If you asked for all the gold in the world he would hand you even more somehow.

“It is not just a rock. It is special” He said, still touching the rock with his gloved fingers. 

"Oh you really think so? Thank you so much. I hope you treasure it. I would too if you gave me a rock" You said before suddenly looking as if you remembered something. "Oh I have to go back to Ramshackle, I will see you later!” You replied and immediately bolted through the halls. 

He only smiled politely and waved you away, since you ran off so fast. Once he lost your figure his gaze went back to the rock. He touched it close to his chest, as if it was the most valuable treasure ever. He would never lose it. He kept thinking about you. The way you showed it to him so happily and the happy look on your face when you said you liked it. It was priceless. His heart almost skipped a beat. How could you be that adorable? It was like magic. 

“So endearing…” He muttered fondly to himself before placing it in his pocket to avoid losing it. 

Since that day, he had been carrying it around with him. Everywhere. It didn’t matter where he went, the little rock was coming with him. Occasionally he would take it out and stare at it, with the most adoring look one could give to something. And he definitely wanted to give you something back, but he hadn’t found yet what could possibly summarize how much he felt for you. He could only hope that when he found it, you would be just as happy as how he feels right now. 

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DIASOMNIA X !FURINA READER

ohmydays ive been itching to pop these fics out for a while..im learning consistency!!

MALLEUS

At first, he thought you were just one of those eccentric faces he would never have the chance to properly meet, but alas, you proved him wrong. The way your theatrics light up the room, the way your voice changes in pitch and its just right, down to the way you move your arms about.

He's invested.

He humors the dramatics with a calm smile and crinkled eyes. "mal, can you believe this?! my brilliance..oh great sevens..!". Maybe he spoils you too much in this aspect (not as much as lilia)

He appreciates the big contrast between you and other people, since not many people are willing to be affiliated with him willingly. However, in the moments where you are vulnerable, he will cradle you.

Not often is he accustomed to speaking with other people, so instead of asking questions as to what is bothering you, he just sits and listens. Opting for quiet companionship over words.

He's the type of hypeman that will watch you perform some dramatic script in the rain, holding the umbrella over both your heads and he smiles at you performing away.

It's a nice change from the quiet, he thinks.

LILIA

If Malleus is your hypeman, then Lilia is your partner in crime. He fuels your ego and spurs on the madness. There has not been one moment he has not supported any of your ideas, so you two completely bounce off one another.

He's one of the few people who can actually match your energy and join you on your stage rather than merely supporting from the sidelines.

He respects the fact that you wont always be yourself, and in those times where your ego fails you, he wont.

There was this moment where you were having a moment of crippling depression, and he just randomly started playing opera music as you acted out your woes.

Whenever you mess up, he ends up providing confident and supporting words, although they may have a teasing undertone, it helps.

SEBEK

The yelling matches never cease. If Diasmonia has known peace, it will never know what peace is ever again. He actually despises you to some extent

It's disgusting (in a good way) how much Sebek claims that he hates your guts and then the second your back is turned? He's boasting about your glory and whatnot.

Sebek is worse than Malleus when it comes to emotions, because he absolutely sucks. He would say something and then only realize afterwards that he was too mean and then apologize.

He's so awkward (Dork #3) when it isnt you boasting about how amazing you are, but he does enjoy your plays. He respects the passion you have for acting and it drives him to become better as well!

Learning something from Sebek is hard when hes too busy yelling at you all the time, but he likes to sit you down at times (lilia told him too, this wasnt of his own violation, though he isnt completely against it) and teach you that you dont always need validation

You two balance each other out to some extent. He gets embarrassed and starts another screaming match when you tease him though. All in good fun, of course.

SILVER

Silver is concerned about you. The way you would flop right next to him on the couch and spout something dramatic, and he would wake up halfway and go "did something happen again..?"

Silver, like Malleus, is a listener. Silver does nothing but stare at you whenever you exaggerate your day.

What he does seem to show interest in is the stories that you recall from your world so he can sleep. He likes the stories that you describe about Fontaine, it makes him smile lightly whenever he sees the big grin on your face right before he falls back asleep.

Does he know that you and Lilia use him as a damsel in distress for a mini play when hes asleep? No. Does he also know you both force Malleus to watch and Sebek to be his shining armor? Not a clue

[merakiui]

100%

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, pregnancy, implied baby-trapping, captivity, very vague and slight implications of codependency, angst note - your mobile phone was at 100% when he took you away. with time, the percentage has diminished. so, too, does your hope for a brighter future.

The windowpane is spattered with rain.

Sitting cozy in a cushioned alcove, you watch the droplets slide down in regal rivulets, consolidating to form single streaks. The scenery beyond the window is bleak and dreary—a despondent landscape of gnarled, leafless trees and scratchy brambles stretching towards a dark, dismal sky. Sometimes you liken the rain to tears, wondering if Mother Nature weeps for all creatures or simply for you and your situation. Rare are the days in which the sun shines upon the craggy stone façade of your captor’s castle, and she is as benevolent as she is cruel.

For all of its sumptuous splendor, generational wealth filling the interior with priceless heirlooms and relics, it is an empty, cold structure. You’ve taken to enveloping yourself in thick furs, if only because these furs do not speak like the monster who so humbly offers his embrace. Though you’ve always considered yourself of strong, sturdy mind, your restraint is thinning. As the days pass and you shed clothing sizes like they’re second skins, you find yourself drawn to warmth.

Which is, ironically enough, contradictory to your current temperament. The windows, frigid like the grave, provide solace you cannot find anywhere else—for it is only tender warmth you receive from him. Had he not been so merciful, perhaps it would have been easier to shrink away and truly loathe him with every ounce of your being.

And yet, in order to escape the warmth which enshrouds, you seek the cold, bitter windows and their rain-weary countenance.

Lying beside you on the pillows, snoozing the afternoon away, a calico cat snores idly. She was a gift from him. You were neglectful of your mental health and thus, as per his guard’s suggestion, he sought to find a cat to cure your loneliness and inspire some form of happiness. You appreciate Silver—genuinely, you do—but the good luck a calico brings is not nearly enough to rescue you from captivity.

She was a stray, a scrawny thing with a limp and one bad eye. You took to her right away, scooping her up in your arms and lovingly naming her Cotton. Similarly, she returned your affections, rubbing her head against your palm and purring pleasantly.

Now she likes to nudge the dome that is your stomach, a great, round thing at only six months. Sometimes you think she’s more motherly than you are. You’ve never been able to care for much of anything. Plants wither under your touch, recipes spoil even when you follow them to the letter, and your electronics crack.

Your phone, more fractured than your very heart, is cold in your hands. The screen is blank; it’s dying. It was at 100% before. Now it’s been reduced to a sad 7%. There is no reception or connection to be had in Briar Valley. Your phone, once so powerful and all-knowing, is but a hollow shell. Useless. A digital photo album will expire at its final hour, and there’s no charger. He offered to use his magic to charge it, but he has never known his own strength and you couldn’t risk losing the treasured memories stored within.

Sometimes you’d return to old message logs and read through them. Now you can’t do that, lest you drain the battery quicker than intended.

“So this is where you’ve retreated,” Malleus notes, poking his head around the corner of a towering bookcase. Concern settles on his features. “Are you well? Sebek tells me you were absent for breakfast.” “I wasn’t hungry,” you mutter, watching his reflection through the stormy glass.

Malleus glances at Cotton and then at your phone as it rests in your clasp. “May I trouble you to eat just a little, if only some fruit?”

“I’m not hungry.” He nods, stalling. “Will you join me for lunch?”

“If I must.”

A small smile lifts his lips. “Are you cold? It can’t be very comfortable to sit there for such a long time. You’ll catch your death.”

“I hope.”

He tuts in disapproval and shrugs out of his cloak, draping it over you even though you’re already wearing a fleece robe. Malleus assesses you with a fleeting once-over.

“It doesn’t hurt to layer. You must understand where I’m coming from, dearest. Extreme temperatures serve to weaken those who are already so fragile.”

“I’m not fragile,” you snap, turning to scowl.

He doesn’t flinch at the heat smoldering in your eyes. “You’re human.”

“How many times did you have to practice that to come to terms with it?”

Malleus’s verdant stare narrows; his frown tightens. “It’s the truth.”

“I didn’t think you’d confront it.”

“I must if I’m to understand…” He exhales through his nose, deflating somewhat. “You’re in fine health. The physician tells me so. There’s no need to worry ourselves with ineffectual what-ifs.”

You turn your gaze on the sprawling forest next, unwilling to discuss the report and its subsequent conclusion: If she remains in good health and follows the recommended diet for an expecting mother, she’ll carry to term.

“My phone is dying, Malleus.”

“Is that not life? Lilia once said so.”

“My pictures… My everything is stored in this phone. It means so much to me.”

“Truly? Is there not a way to make physical copies of these photographs?”

“Unless Briar Valley has the technology to do so…”

“I’m afraid not.”

Malleus takes a daring step closer, endeavoring to comfort you. Cotton cracks her good eye open to peer at him. She hisses low in her throat, a protector standing small against something so tall. Pouting, clearly disheartened, Malleus heeds her warning and chooses to linger just within the bounds she deems acceptable.

“Yeah, that’s what I assumed.”

You heave a dejected sigh, your shoulders drooping. Seeking to cleanse your visual palate, you power the device on. 5% blinks back at you, an insignificant number sitting in a corner that you normally wouldn’t have paid much mind to. Now it weighs heavy, a reminder that the end is encroaching.

“I would’ve liked to keep these photos forever,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. Malleus hums his acknowledgement; you think he knows the feeling—or some variant of it, at least. “If I lose these pictures…”

“Do you not have memories?”

“I do, but it isn’t the same. One day I’ll grow old and my memory will be frail. I won’t remember nearly as much as I do now. Those memories will become ghosts and eventually I’ll—”

“You will not.” There’s a finality to the declaration—you won’t leave me; you won’t drain or die like this mobile device.

You rest your head against the window. The cool glass soothes your soul. I wonder what the others are up to right now… You place your hand upon your belly. I wonder if they’d have any good ideas for a name. I’m terrible at naming things. I can never pick something that feels right.

“I’d like to have a funeral for my phone.”

But maybe there is no right thing.

“Of course,” he agrees, perfectly serious. You will have that phone funeral, just as you will have every other request you make—however patently absurd it may seem. (Every other request except for freedom, of course.) “Materials may not have the same worth as a loved one, but the experiences they provide are just as valuable. Surely, no? Otherwise I would not feel so troubled when Roaring Drago…” Pausing to search for the placeholder, Malleus glances at your phone. “Perhaps there is no greater tragedy than existence itself.”

“It’s the most bittersweet burden,” you echo, scrolling through each picture with wistful remembrance. “But then I’d rather know the fleeting frivolity of life than endure hundreds of years of solitude. It makes me appreciate everything that much more.”

You stop at a picture of you and Malleus, a photo snapped by Lilia himself. Part of you often wonders why he chose you—why he adores you to such a degree when you, like everyone else, will inevitably perish. But therein lies the allure: That which is unobtainable is even more tempting. And because there is only one of you, a human destined to one day return to her home world, your very presence is more fleeting than a dream.

To Malleus, who has always dreamt, fond and fervent, of the unobtainable mundanity of normal life, you are a sweet, tangible blessing.

“Horns, do you think I’ll ever get another chance to have my phone at 100%?”

He softens under the nickname. It means more to him than his lofty station. “Would you like to know that joy?”

“It would be nice, yes, but then I’d just get sad when it reaches zero. I guess I should be grateful it’s stayed alive for this long. Sorry, it’s a stupid question. Just forget it.”

“Nonsense. There is no such thing.” He reaches to touch your cheek, but Cotton hisses again and so he refrains. She stands on unsteady legs and climbs into your lap, perching awkwardly in spite of your rounded belly. The sight draws a deep chuckle from him. “Your feline friend is quite taken with you.”

“It’s probably because I’m warm. She likes my belly a lot.”

“As do I.”

You roll your eyes.

“Your beauty is most beguiling. There’s a certain radiance to your person. It’s very charming. Do you not agree?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere—definitely not in Cotton’s good graces.”

“I’m simply voicing a fact.”

Your hand slides down from your stomach to pat Cotton. She purrs under your touch, and a weak approximation of a smile tugs at your lips. Amidst all of this sorrow, she is a glimmer of hope. In a way, she’s like you—a stray without a place in this world, snatched from the cobbles she once wandered and confined in a cage of royal opulence. Your similarities are striking, if not immensely devastating.

“Fact or not, I don’t care if I look pretty. It means nothing to me.”

“To be impartial towards appearances… Quite a noble mindset.”

I never once thought you were scary or strange, Horns. Even now.

You look at your phone once more. 3% flickers back.

You’re just lost, and in being lost you found me. But I was also lost. I never even belonged in this world to begin with…

“I’m not going to be a good mother.”

“You can’t know that.” 

“I can’t even take care of myself.”

“I shall care for you when you find yourself unable to.”

“I’d rather you not.”

With Cotton having curled on your lap, slumbering peacefully, Malleus chances to close the gap. His broad frame leans to make up for the difference in height, and he runs cold fingers along your cheek. He brushes away the tears you weren’t even aware you were shedding.

You grip your phone in shaky hands, your shoulders hunched. There’s a piercing ache in your chest, pain stabbing all the way through to your heart. It persists when you power it off, unable to delight in pictorial reminiscence for a moment longer. Silent like death, you sob; seismic dismay shudders through you in waves. Distantly, in a forgotten corner of your brain, you suspect this may be the last time you’ll ever use your phone. The last time you’ll ever look upon the photos you’ve amassed. Photos of friends, class notes, food. Photos snapped by mistake, blurry and unfocused. Photos taken when Ace and Grim stole your phone. Precious memories are preserved within the permanence of a photo album—an album that only remains everlasting so long as you keep your phone charged.

Your final shred of the world beyond Briar Valley vanishes in a blip, leaving you with the dark void that is an empty screen. Brutal is the agony, contorting your face, and you bawl like you’ve just witnessed the end of a life.

In a way, you have. You held it in the palm of your hands, and you watched it wither. Watched the percentages drop through numbers, double digits easing into singles. Watched every week and tried to spare your beloved phone of its fate. Watched and attempted to stall the impossible—a foolish undertaking. This was inevitable; you knew this, and yet you’re still mourning.

Perhaps that is the most tragic facet of existence. From the moment one is born, they are mourning. Humans mourn losing time—of allowing it to slip through their fingers when they should have put it to better use. Humans mourn aging even though it is celebrated yearly. Humans mourn for things that are inhuman—for robots stuck in an endless cycle of some menial task while gears grow rusted and systems shut down or trapped on a distant planet, never to return home. For the fruit that falls from trees and rots, trampled and forgotten. For the endings, good and bad, of novels. For art that will never see the light of day because it has been destroyed or stolen or silenced. For the friends they meet, have met, and will meet.

You mourn because you know it’s impending, and you spend all of your life coming to terms with it, only to break down when it finally happens because the truth of the matter is that you will never be prepared no matter how much you prepare yourself. You mourn because you’re a complex human with complex emotions, surviving in a complex world with millions of intricacies, and the only way to weather misery is to mourn.

To the little life cradled in your womb, who knows not of these difficulties yet, they cannot fathom the anguish that accompanies loss. And right now that is all you can hope for—a life without loss.

But that is impossible because loss is true to everyone’s experience. It is part of existence, and existence is inescapable.

Malleus does not gather you in his arms. He will do so if you ask, and he knows you want to ask, which is precisely why he waits. But you’re stubborn and you refuse to give in to the temptation, let alone grant him the satisfaction. It doesn’t offend him.

The windowpane is spattered with rain. So, too, is your phone, spotted with tears and snot.

Briefly, you wonder if you still look beautiful to Malleus.

Even at your ugliest, he would still cherish you. Desperately, as if he might lose you.

Knowing this does not soften the gutting grief.

[sungfairytales]

hi, hi!! could you do prompt 8 with silver? with feminine pronouns, please 🥺

here!! btw, i had a lot of fun writing it. i hope y’all like It and thank you. <3

If I could only tell her that I love her in my mind | Silver Vanrouge.

warnings: it’s not exactly angst (maybe a little at the end), but I highly recommend reading it while listening to “love in my mind” by Brynn Cartelli because i was listening to that song when I wrote it. I really hope you enjoy it. also, english isn’t my first language and i’ve had to go through the translator and dictionary a few times to check, so apologies in advance for grammatical errors. good read!!

That day was a normal day. Or at least it should be. Because Silver could sense something different about himself. He'd never been an expressive boy— he couldn't even imagine how delicate her expression was by the distance. But the point is, he was rambling. And curiously, it wasn’t just another nap. He was distracted, off his post as Malleus's bodyguard, and would probably either charge himself or Sebek would argue and tell him to be more responsible. In fact, Sebek wouldn’t be wrong this time. However, the truth was that he couldn't really care at that moment.

Silver was more distracted than usual. His naps were becoming more and more frequent and followed the same line, where he dreamt of warm conversations with someone. With her. Silver didn’t know exactly when it started, or if it was just a dream in his head. However, it was all too real. The warm feeling was keeping him awake for the time being. The point was that, for some reason, the feeling never really went away. So much so that, feeling his body tremble with a new sensation, he had asked Lilia about it. The answer was unexpected, but Lilia seemed to have more than appreciated it. His lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“Fufufu~, So you mean you're in love? well they said children grow up too fast. I'm getting old”, Lilia said with a signature mischievous smile, a smile that was nonetheless extremely genuine.

Then, after thinking seriously about what his father had said, he came to the conclusion that he really was in love. In fact, it was true love. However, was it all right if he loved her in his mind and in his heart? If he kept quiet about it? Silver had always been someone who didn't exactly know how to show emotions in the right way, or he simply couldn’t even show emotions as he should. Because love was something that didn’t necessarily need to be shown out loud. Still, every time his gaze met hers, he found himself wondering if he should say it out loud at least once. Whether he should risk it.

Ah, but for God’s sake, how would Silver say it looking her in the eye? He had never doubted when Lilia said that love was more than a warm feeling in the chest, but that it was a strong feeling that left you completely vulnerable. Silver had always felt vulnerable in one way or another, but now it was different. It was as if she knew all his thoughts from a single glance, and yet she didn’t even know his name.

Or, she did. And that was it. It hurt lightly, and Silver could only look at her with loving and warm eyes, like true love. Ah, if only one day he could tell her. That she had a twinkle in her eye when she walked cheerfully with Grim at the NRC, that her care for Grim and his students was not imperceptible. Love, perhaps, was in the eyes.

[kiyo-cant-write]

hello!! good morning, afternoon or night, idk. Could I request Diasomnia (or just Silver and Malleus if it's too much characters) with a Snow White like reader? I recently re-watched Snow White and it kinda got me thinking about how they would interact with a reader that acts similarly to Snow White (very kind, caring, motherly and a tad bit naive). Thank you either way and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ snow white!reader ✧･ﾟ

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I am so sorry this took me so long! I do a lot of writing in addition to this blog and between that and school, things got away from me! Thank you for the request and I hope I did this idea justice ^^

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Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Snow White-inspired reader. Each of these is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: N/A

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae

Guest Stars: N/A

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus and [Name] share a certain innocence about the world.

They both fall victim to Lilia's pranks often.

Malleus is fond of them from the get-go because they seem more worried about him than afraid of him at the joint event.

This is where their friendship began.

Malleus thinks that [Name] is a unique person.

He wants to protect the person who seems so soft and caring.

Malleus doesn't understand how [Name] is so soft to others.

Everyone seems to like them. Can they teach him how to do that?

"How do you do it, [Name]?" Malleus asked them one evening as they walked around the school at twilight.

It was cold and [Name] was wrapped in a blanket from their dorm to keep out the cold. Still, they were walking. These walks were something they looked forward to even if it disrupted their (already questionable) circadian rhythm at times.

"Do what, Malleus?" they returned his question with another question, unsure what the draconic fae meant this time.

They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Did they? Were they doing something so special without even being aware of it? They looked at him with wide curious eyes, urging him to elaborate.

"You are someone that everyone likes," Malleus told them plainly.

Name paused. Was that true? They thought about their relationship with the other students at Night Raven. Maybe they did have a lot of friends. Was that upsetting Malleus? He was rather... a solo rider.

"I suppose so... But it's not something I'm trying to do, so..."

They trailed off and Malleus placed a hand on their shoulder.

"I am not mad at you, Child of Man," he continued, "It is just something that I have noticed as we have known each other."

They nodded slowly, trying to understand what he was saying,

"Does it make you worry?" they asked, looking at him and taking a small step closer, "I don't want to cause you distress, Malleus..."

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at the small human he had become friends with. Was he worried? It seemed more than that.

"It's not just a worry," he continued, "Perhaps it is also... admiration."

They stopped before they could even begin their next sentence. Was Malleus complimenting them in earnest?

"Oh?" they managed to say.

He smiled, eyes gleaming.

"I do admire you deeply, [Name]," he told them, "For... For being all I cannot be."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia starts off viewing [Name] as a child.

They remind him of Silver and he is much older than the other students, so it's only natural that he's a bit apprehensive.

They seem naive and that worries him, but it's also fun to use.

A few pranks have [Name] scrambling to get Sebek's help.

Still, Lilia cares about them, mostly from afar.

He would not be the one to confess first because he knows he will depart soon enough but he is always sweet to [Name].

The joke about [Name] being a second parent to Silver does not go unused. Silver did not appreciate that one but laughed in the end.

"My dear," Lilia began his statement in earnest, giving an almost evil grin as he came closer, however, to the person he had claimed as his lover only days ago, "May I ask you something~?"

"Lilia?" they asked, startling slightly when he hugged them but relaxing into it all the same, "What is it?"

They were used to him being a bit strange but part of him seemed... very serious and they were not sure what to make of it. [Name] was new to this whole "dating" situation. Sure, they had read about it. But this was different. This was real. Wasn't it?

This was new for them, in more ways than one, he was Lilia-senpai.

"[Name], how do you feel about being a mother?" he asked.

They paused. What was he asking them? Why? Now? Why would they be a mother? Children? They were still in school and, and, and...

Their thoughts raced a bit at the question but calmed as soon as they heard the giggly laugh that suggested he was messing with them somehow.

"You must not fret so," he told them, patting their head affectionately.

"But you asked if I was going to be a mom?" they asked him.

"Not of new life, not yet," he told them, that was a plan for some other day at some other time, "I meant to my son who is almost grown."

Son... who is almost... SILVER?

Their jaw dropped at the realization.

"You want me to help with Silver?"

[Name]'s eyes were wide. Silver wasn't too far from their age.

"Yes!" Lilia chirped an answer.

"Well..."

What were they supposed to say to this? They weren't the type to decline their lover's request and they did care for Silver. They could see how he would need another parent to balance the chaos of Lilia now. But, them? It was a lot to take in.

"I will let you think about it, but as my lover, it does make you a parent to him in some sense of the word, perhaps an unconventional one, though," he explained to them.

They nodded.

"Father, please do not harass [Name]!" Silver spoke up from across the room, looking at [Name] a moment later, "You do not need to be my mother if you do not wish to be."

Ah, [Name] had forgotten. They were in the Diasomnia Commons. Silver and Sebek were here. There was an audience.

"Hmm..." they hummed, trying to think it over.

"But isn't Silver still so cute?" Lilia cooed.

"Father-" Silver attempted to cut in but [Name] spoke too soon.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind helping with your son, Lilia."

"Yay~"

At least Lilia was happy. Silver might need to vent to someone later.

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Silver

Silver does not realize he has befriended [Name] until they have been friends for several weeks. He does not have the heart to back out after this and only grows closer to them from this point on.

He grows to like their optimistic attitude.

They share a bit of naivety in the world and others sense this.

Silver confesses first as he believes this is the "correct" way to do it based on the books (manga) that Lilia offered him as advice.

They decide to be a couple fairly easily and it's a first for them both. Silver has never had a relationship outside of his work as a guard and being Lilia's adoptive son.

Silver and [Name] don't realize they are in love until everyone else is already painfully aware of their feelings for each other.

Lilia likes to mess with both Silver and his lover.

Silver and his lover often become victims of these pranks.

[Name] and Silver are too forgiving in these instances.

Sebek sometimes yells at them about it.

"Is this cheese?" [Name] asked Silver, trying to get the substance out of her hair and failing, "Cheese from the ceiling?"

Their expression was one of confusion as they looked between their hair and the white-haired boy who was also trying to get the sticky orange substance off of his dorm uniform's horned hat. He didn't seem pleased but was far less surprised than they were.

"Yes, I think so," he told them.

They paused, thinking about it more deeply.

"....Why?"

"Well..." Silver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of a way to answer her without incriminating someone, "It was a practical joke."

"A joke? Cheese from the ceiling was a joke?" she asked, confused but not angry, trying to find the hilarity in the event, "What does it mean?"

"I don't think it has a meaning, this is just how my- How Lilia-senpai shows his affection for me, for you, for ... us, I suppose?"

"Oh..." they said before their eyes widened, "Oh!"

"Yes..." he managed to respond, hesitant.

He felt a bit bad Lilia had done something that startled them.

"Does that mean Lilia-senpai thinks of us as... a pair?"

"Maybe?" Silver responded.

It seemed likely enough that Silver and [Name] were seen as a pair by his father. He was prone to assigning roles to people in Silver's experience. It didn't warrant cheese but, oh well. They really do sell everything at the School Store, he noted.

That was probably where his father had gotten this... whatever it was.

"We are best friends, right Silver?" [Name] asked, pulling him from his thoughts at what other oddities the store might be selling.

"Yes, but..."

He wanted to say it. He had thought it over for a week, been yelled at by Sebek, been told to "court properly" by Prince Malleus... He had to do it. He was a knight. What scared him so much about this?

Silver let out a soft breathy sigh.

"But?" [Name] asked, repeating what he had half-said.

He had to do this. He wanted to do this. Silver was determined.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, [Name]," he told them.

"What is it...?" [Name] asked, surprised for the second time that day.

Copying what he had read in the books Lilia offered him, he took their hands in his and looked at them with a sparkle in his eyes they had not seen until this very moment. He was serious.

"[Name]," he spoke once more.

They blinked at him. What was he trying to say?

"Yes....?" they replied.

"Would you do me the... honor of..." Silver paused for a second or two before he continued, "Being mine? I am in love with you so ardently I might... You're lovely."

The line was a jumble of the things he had read. Would that suffice? Would it be a proper request to them? He knew it had to be done respectfully or else he would bring shame to his father and master alike. Silver would never want to do that, he was loyal to the fae despite his very humanity.

His eyes gazed into theirs, not wanting to look away and miss their answer. Silver watched as they processed his words, face flushing slightly as soon as they understood what he meant with that flowery question. They struggled for words.

"You. Me..." they paused, "Yes!"

He expected a bit more hesitation but they seemed enthusiastic about it as they jumped into his arms and wrapped theirs around his neck, hugging him tightly. They both ignored the strings of sprayable cheese that was still covering them both and the laundry that would need to be done shortly after.

"I am glad you accept my feelings," he managed to say.

[Name] nodded into his shoulder.

"This is all like a dream.." they said softly to him.

If this was a dream, Silver noted, it was a sweet one.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is annoyed by [Name] for the first while they know each other but it is mostly because their "kind" personality causes them to approach him and they are a HUMAN.

They grow on him only because he just keeps running into them?

Is the universe trying to get them together? (yes)

Through repeated exposure, they begin a kind of friendship

[Name] listens intently when Sebek speaks about Malleus.

This aids in the development of their friendship.

Sebek does not know how to confess.

There is some internal conflict for this guard about his feelings.

[Name] remains blissfully unaware of his struggles.

Sebek means well he was just raised by a very human-phobic grandpa who he idolizes. We're all aware it's a problem.

"Sebek!" [Name] finally said a bit louder than the original attempt at getting his attention, "Are you okay?"

The knight was startled to attention and instantly straightened his posture before taking a fighting stance as though they were in danger. To that, [Name] was not sure what to say.

"Ah, it's you," he said, albeit quieter than usual, "I'm fine."

They narrowed their eyes at him briefly but didn't say anything. [Name] trusted him at their core, so they believed his words.

"If you say so," they shrugged, "So, are we going into town?"

Sebek turned to see [Name] sparkling at him with the sweetest smile on their lips. They were excited about this trip, weren't they? How could he have let himself get distracted from a task that Lilia gave him? Lilia told him to accompany this human, his friend, into town as a guard. Something about magic-less people not being safe alone.

He was in no position to question Lilia.

"We are!" he said, volume returning with force, "OFF WE GO!"

[Name] just giggled as they followed after him, blissfully unaware of the reason for his awkward posture and strange fluctuation in volume (even more than usual). They simply assumed it was Sebek being himself. He always was a bit strange and they adored him for it, seeing the passion in his eyes even when he was being a bit... much.

As kind and caring as they were, there was a certain naivety about [Name]. Falling in love was foreign to them. Perhaps that was why they did not notice the tell-tale signs that Lilia would have pointed out to them if he didn't like seeing Sebek squirm so much.

Sebek was in love with [Name].

But how did he tell someone that he cared for them? That he appreciated their mothering side and the fact that they listened to him. He thought about them! He wanted to please them! And... He dreamed of what their life could be like after they graduated. That one was embarrassing.

He glanced over toward them for a moment.

There they were, blissfully unaware of the anxiety within him at the thought that his feelings could change the friendship they had.

"This will be a fun day," Sebek told [Name], "You have my word."

"As a knight?"

"Yes... As a knight."

"Yay!!"

Their smile was all that mattered to him. He could wait just a bit longer to tell them the truth. All in good time... He could do it.

Lilia might have other plans though...

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[trappolia]

SEBEK ZIGVOLT ── hot things he does for you

i. verbal appreciation. it’s a whole thing. there’s not a single day that will go by that this man doesn’t let you know how much he appreciates every little thing you do for him. sometimes it’s loud and booming, making the other students and staff in the library flinch because of the sheer volume of his voice, but other times it’s silent and soft-spoken, the ghost of a kiss against your skin in the late hours of the night. he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but it means so much to you that he’s so open about how truly grateful he is for you.

ii. towers over you most of the time. he’s big and strong, and there’s something attractive about that combined with the fact that he’s practically dedicated himself to being your guard alongside his official duties to malleus. it’s not uncommon to have him lingering behind you, ready to step forward the moment you need his help. the position also makes for very good back hugs, should you request them at the right place and time.

iii. has a tendency to touch up on your appearance without you asking. he’s used to looking after silver, making sure he looks nothing less than perfect (even though silver has that unfair advantage of always looking princely even if he fell asleep in a ditch), and that habit extends to you over time. he soundlessly reaches out to you to adjust the collar of your uniformm of the fringe your hair as if you have no personal space, leaning in close enough for his lips to accidentally brush against your skin. it’s a wonder that he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches (or does he…?).

iv. takes a while to learn how to whisper, but when he does, you can’t help but feel like he’s using it against you in some way. he gets closer than necessary when he’s whispering in your ear, to the point that his lips are brushing against your skin every time he moves. you don’t want him to tell him to move away, especially since you’re not exactly uncomfortable by the sudden close proximity, so you’re just left to pray to whatever deities exist in the world of twisted wonderland that he doesn’t notice the way your ears are suddenly burning hot and you’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.

v. remembers the most trivial things about you, from the expression you make when you’re eating something you’re not particularly fond of to your body language when it’s too cold but you don’t want anyone to know that you’re freezing your ass off, even the way your gaze shifts around a crowded room when your social battery is depleting. one could say that he knows you better than you know yourself. he applies his knowledge very discreetly, so subtle that barely anyone notices. you do, of course, because you’re quite proud to say that you know sebek almost as well as he knows you. but you’re much too hesitant to point it out, afraid that if you were to do so, he’d stop. (a silly fear; sebek wouldn’t be able to stop caring for you even if he tried)

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[uniquethingtastemaker]

Vil x Reader -- Body Swap Pt 2

Part 1, Part 2

Recap and Summary: You and Vil swapped bodies at the beginning of VDC. After a brutal confrontation in the last part, Vil found himself on the other end of his insensitive behavior. He's left in shambles. You run your first rehearsal, Epel goes on an adventure, and you're determined to pick Vil back up.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Author's Note: It's finally here! I had way too much fun writing Epel's part. I feel like I nailed the emotional scene at the end. I was a concerned about the characterization, but Vil's having a hard time. He'll get more sassy and on his feet later on in the series. Shout out to @solxamber for commenting on some little post I made and reigniting my interest. You have done a deep service for everyone lol. Also comments are always appreciated

Tags: @solxamber @marsinrain @roseapov @kj-turned-pink @knorreine @twistedpink @red1sg0n3 @nimko @l00naverse

You don’t have time to worry about Vil once you leave Ramshackle. You’re on a tight schedule. You use all your brain power to get through the day. By lunch, you have to meditate in Vil’s room to recalibrate. You don’t bother checking out his room other than observing that his bed is soft and comfortable. You almost fall asleep from exhaustion. Thankfully, Rook is your personal alarm clock now. 

You stop an explosion in potions. You scold the offending party, while Crewel praises you. It feels good. By the end of the day, nobody suspects you. You catch the person you’re looking for to help Epel, before slipping away to meditate in peace. By the time practice rolls around, you’re prepared. You hope Epel likes his surprise.

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Epel waits in the courtyard. [Y/N] didn’t say who he was meeting. 

“It would be more exciting for it to be a surprise,” they told him.

A face pops up in front of him with a wide grin. Epel yells, jerking back. They’re hanging upside down and have a mess of black hair with a shock of bright pink. The last distinguishing feature is their big, red eyes. Epel does a double take. He knows this person. 

“Hello!” Lilia Vanrogue greets, “Your dorm leader informed me of your situation. I agreed to offer my assistance.” 

Lilia flips around, landing in front of the boy. The Diasomnia vice leader grabs Epel’s hand and tugs him along. 

“I’m going to teach you the advantages of being short!” he declares, looking back with a grin. 

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Epel’s mouth falls to the floor as sparks fly through the air. Green, pink, and blue magic clash lighting the cloudy sky. Epel watches Lilia slip underneath Malleus’ defense to land a shocking blow. Is this what [Y/N] wanted him to see?

“Fa–Lilia used to be much stronger than Malleus,” Silver informs, “This match will probably end in a tie.” 

As soon as he finishes the sentence, Lilia calls out to Malleus. 

“I think that’s enough for today. I have to teach the little one how to fight,” Lilia tells him. 

Malleus hums, stopping his attacks. Lilia skips back over to the half-terrified, half-awed Epel. 

“I’ll be teaching the basic moves, my dear,” the third-year chirps, “Come along, Child of Man.” 

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“How about we test your skills by sparing with Sebek?” Lilia suggests. 

The green-haired boy gasps in offense.

“How can a mere human compare to me?! I’m Malleus’ guard. This pathetic prune is not worth my time!” Sebek refuses.

Epel’s face darkens and his eyes sharpen into a glare. He doesn’t like being taken lightly. He’ll put this cucumber in his place.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Sebek. This is good for you. You don’t have any friends,” Lilia tells him, “I’m worried about you.”

Sebek pauses at the statement. He harrumps, crossing his arms.

“I would never want to concern my teacher so I will spar with you, human!” Sebek declares, “You won’t hold a candle to the years of training I’ve had with Lilia!”

The Diasomnia freshman puffs out his chest and struts to the makeshift dueling ground. Lilia dons a mischievous smile. He leans over to Epel. 

“Remember what I taught you,” he whispers. 

Epel gives a sharp nod. He’ll employ Lilia’s suggestions. He has an ability Sebek doesn’t have and Epel will use it to his advantage. 

The Pomefiore student steps into the arena. Lilia counts them down. 

“3, 2, 1, Start!” 

The duel begins. There’s a short flurry of green and purple. Epel ducks and dodges out of the way. His breath quickens as he uses his agility to his advantage. However, his stamina is less than a guard in training. Sebek knocks him off his feet with a well-timed spell. Epel crumples to the floor as the other laughs with triumph. 

“HAHA! I told you, human! You’re no match for me. Do you surrender?” he questions, approaching the lavender-haired boy. 

Epel waits until Sebek is close enough. Then, he pounces. He uses everything he learned growing up as a country boy to tackle his opponent to the ground. Then, he does the unthinkable. Epel sinks his teeth into Sebek’s cheek. 

Sebek screams.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! THIS IS BLASPHAMY!” he shrieks. 

Epel’s ears ring with the volume. He hears Lilia cackling in the background. He thinks he makes out, “This is hilarious! Can we keep him?” 

Epel rides out the wave, holding on tight. Sebek bucks and thrashes like a bull, but this is the Pomefiore student’s territory. Sebek takes the hint and forfeits. 

“I surrender! I surrender! Just get off me, you cretin!” he cries. 

Epel releases his hold and stands up. He grins at Lilia. The older student clutches onto Malleus, leaning onto him for support. He cries with laughter. 

“How dare you, human! That was a dirty tactic!” Sebek protests, stomping up to the shorter boy. 

It’s hard to take him seriously when he has huge teeth marks on his face. For a moment Epel feels guilty, but then he sees Lilia and doesn’t feel bad anymore. The older fae doubles over, smacking the giant Malleus’ arm. Epel contains a laugh. 

Malleus chuckles, “Come here, Sebek. Let me heal you.” 

Sebek’s jaw drops and his eyes well up with tears. 

“I don’t deserve Waka-sama’s blessing,” he says, choking up. “But I will gladly and gratefully accept it if you offer it.” 

Malleus shakes his head. Before Malleus can snap his fingers, Lilia stops him. 

“Let me—Let me get a photo of this,” he wheezes.

He pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of Sebek scowling alone. He urges Epel to get in the photo. 

“Don’t you want to have a commemorative photo to take to your friends?” Lilia questions, before waving him over to urge Epel. “You have to! Vil would be disappointed if you didn’t show proof of your encounter. This is legendary.” 

As the Pomefiore student steps next to a frowning Sebek, Lilia praises him. 

“Epel, you did a fantastic job!”

Epel beams. 

Afterward, Malleus heals Sebek with a snap of his fingers. Lilia addresses Epel.

“You’re a delight, Child of Man. You’re welcome to train with the boys anytime. They need a little chaos. It’s good training,” Lilia invites, “I believe you’ve learned the perks of being short and dainty. I look forward to seeing you around. Again, please visit us. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.” 

Epel gives a satisfied grin. 

“Thank you. I will,” he answers. 

He’s glad [Y/N] sent him on this adventure. 

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You leave Vil’s dorm room and catch a few Pomefiore students on your way out. You adjust their uniforms and give them a few stern tips. They take your advice before skittering away. You’ll work on redefining Vil’s character into something more natural for you later. You head to the studio. 

The room is empty when you enter. You set up the equipment and start stretching. Rook appears behind you. 

“Trickster! Your performance today was fantastique! I heard all about your escapades,” he praises. 

You laugh, “Thank you.” 

More people trickle in. Epel is absent, but that’s expected. The only person missing is Vil. You frown. 

“Did Vil skip classes today?” you question the other freshman. 

“Yes,” Deuce replies. 

The others quiet down when the leader of Pomefiore is mentioned. You purse your lips. You’re not surprised. He took a huge blow this morning. There’s no point to drag him here. Vil already feels humiliated. You'll talk to him after rehearsal. 

You gain everyone’s attention and begin rehearsal. 

—------------

Your eyes widen as you stare at Jamil through the mirror. He adds a stylistic flair to part of the footwork. You pause the music from your watch. You give him an intense look. 

“Jamil, do that move again. I wanna see if we can alter the choreography to add that style in,” you explain.

He glances at you, stunned. Jamil regains his composure and repeats the move. You spin around to face him. 

“Jamil, what are your favorite songs to freestyle dance to? I want to watch,” you demand. 

He freezes while Kalim brightens. 

“Jamil, you should do Walkin’ on Water by Stray Kids! (author’s shameless plug. go listen to them. they’re my favorite artists…this is the one song from them where i’m like, yeah, u could probably freestyle dance to this low key lol)” he suggests, “Your breakdancing is fantastic when you dance to that.” 

“Breakdancing?” you question, “You breakdance?”

Jamil hesitates, “Yes, but it’s only a hobby.” 

“We’ve already established you’re a fantastic dancer,” you tell him, “Breakdancing is popular and crowds love it. They also won’t be expecting it from a Vil performance. Do you rap?” 

Jamil does a double take. 

“I… dabble sometimes, but not as much as dancing,” he admits. 

“That’s fine,” you reply, waving him off.

You run to your phone to type a few rap lines from one of your old hits. You send it in the group chat. 

“I want all of you to try your hand at rapping,” you instruct.

You repeating the rhythm several times for them. “You have ten minutes. Then, I want to see it.”

—------------

You sit, reviewing your notes. You address the group.

“Jamil, you’re an all-rounder. You excel in every aspect. I could put you anywhere, but I’m keeping you on vocals because of the team’s composition,” you explain. 

You pause, looking up at him. You fold your hands and lean forward.

You continue, “Jamil, you have proven to be competent in and out of the performing arts. You take directions quickly. You’re diligent, responsible, and reliable. I need help with this production. I have too much on my plate. Out of everyone here, I trust you the most to take my instructions and help the others improve their skills. Would you like to be a team leader?” 

Jamil’s eyes widen with a calculating spark in his eyes. 

“I would be honored,” he agrees. 

You smile back at him. “Thank you. We’ll discuss the details of your responsibilities after rehearsal. I look forward to working with you more closely.” 

Jamil nods with a small smile. It doesn’t go away for the rest of practice. 

“Ace and Deuce will be our rappers. Both of you are strong in that aspect. You work well together, so I plan to have a back-and-forth. It will hype up the audience.” You glance at them with critical eyes. “Jamil will work with you on your tone. It’s a little too biting at the moment.”  

You continue, turning to your vice leader. 

“You’re interesting as always, Le Chasseur D’Amour,” you chuckle, as the man lights up at the name. “You have a distinct mix between singing and rapping. I like it, so I’ll put you somewhere near Epel and my part. I want the Pomefiore trio to stick together.”

“That’s cute!” Kalim coos. 

You pause at the comment before giving a soft smile. “I hope it brings up morale. Plus, I plan to rope Vil into it. He’s the true leader of Pomefiore. He deserves to have support too.” 

The group falls silent.

“I... I thought you hated him,” Kalim comments. 

You tilt your head. 

“No,” you reply, “I feel irritated and annoyed with some of his behaviors, but I don’t hate him. He’s a remarkable individual. However, we all have our vulnerable moments. Vil is no different. He just needs some help learning different life lessons.”

The Scarabia leader nods. 

“I’m glad you care about him. I was worried you’d exclude him,” he voices with a relieved smile.

“I won’t. Vil needs help, not judgment. He’s been through a lot today,” you say before dropping the bad news on the last member. “Kalim, you’ll work with Rook on your demeanor. I don’t know where to put you. The concept for the song is more serious than your usual sunshine nature. Until it’s toned down, I don’t know where to put you.” 

Kalim’s face falls. Jamil perks up.

—————

You text Epel to skip private lessons. You direct him to Rook who will catch him up on what happened. You talk to Jamil, laying out your expectations and your notes for the members. He takes them with ease. It takes a load off your mind. 

When you arrive at Ramshackle, it’s already dark. You sigh, staring at the stars. You have much to do. You need to remix Vil’s song, work on homework, and maintain some of Vil’s strict habits. It’s a lot. 

You glance at the familiar rickety manor you call home. You’re proud of it. You wouldn’t trade it for anything because it’s yours. It’s a place where anyone can come and feel welcome. It’s for the lost souls, but you don’t want to go in yet. Once you walk in, you have to face your reality and responsibilities again. 

It’s wild to think you woke up in Vil’s body this morning. It feels like weeks have passed. You wonder where Vil is. 

A gentle voice comes from behind you. The hunter’s frequent and sudden appearances have become normal. 

“Trickster,” Rook calls out. 

A smile graces your face. You pull yourself away from the sparkling stars. A crisp wind meets your back as you turn to acknowledge him. Rook holds out two Pomefiore dorm uniforms. It’s just the outer robe. His other hand presents a pair of Vil’s tennis shoes. You understand the silent implication. 

“You’re always prepared,” you comment with a tired smile, “I don’t know how to put it on.” 

You take the offered robe and drape it over yourself. Rook busies himself with tying the altered obi for you. You use him as a stand, stabilizing yourself as you change your shoes. Rook hands you the other outfit, before leading you into the tree-line. 

“How long has he been out here?” you question, following him through the dark woods. 

You’re not surprised the vice leader has some form of dark vision. You fish out Vil’s phone, turning on the flashlight. Using a hunting knife, Rook turns to mark a few trees with an X, so you can find your way back.  

“Roi de Poison has retreated into the forêt since the others came back,” he explained. 

You hum in response. The two of you walk in silence. Rook stops. 

“He’s just up ahead,” the hunter discloses. 

You nod, giving your thanks and striding forward. It isn’t far before you stumble across a figure. Vil is curled up with his knees to his chest. He’s facing away from you.  

“Here to mock me?” Vil snips. 

You raise an eyebrow. You sit beside him. He glances at you before resolutely staring forward. You turn off your phone, listening to the music of the night. Crickets chirp. You hear the hoot of an owl. You bask in the quiet nature. 

“Why are you here?” Vil asks. 

His voice edges on the brink of defensive, but you notice he’s holding back from his usual scathing and critical remarks. You glance at him, intrigued. You were right. He’s already changing. He’ll be fine if you give him the right support and direction. 

“I need your help,” you tell him.

Vil tenses and snaps towards you. He reminds you of a hurt and scared animal in this moment in the woods. 

The dorm leader doesn’t immediately answer. He watches you. You’re languid and relaxed. Your vital points are open and unguarded. You lean back on your hands. It leaves your torso vulnerable. Your head is tilted to the side, exposing your neck. There’s a faint smile on your face as you stare back.

“You don’t need my help,” Vil degrades, before spitting. “I’m sure you’re just fine on your own.” 

You raise a tired eyebrow. 

“I made Jamil into a team leader. I can’t do everything by myself, so I’m delegating tasks” you tell him, before poking his chest. “And I need your help too.”  

Vil glares at you. However, you catch a tinge of wariness. It makes you internally perk up. If he’s willing to listen, this will be easier. 

“What do you even need my help for? It seems like you have everything covered,” he counters. 

“I need your help remixing your song,” you tell him. 

He opens his mouth with a terrified and hurt expression. You put up a hand before he can speak. 

“It’s not bad. It’s a wonderful base, but we can make it better,” you reassure, “I have more experience in this area than you. However, you’re the creator. I need your help. If I’m going to alter the song, I want you like it as well.” 

Vil stares at you. He looks away, confused and conflicted. 

“I… I don’t understand why you’re doing this. You humiliated me this morning and now you’re asking for my help,” he replies, scrunching his eyebrows together.

You press a finger against his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles. He instinctively understands what you’re doing. Vil doesn’t resist, but his eyes are still upset and conflicted. 

“You learned something, right?” you confirm. 

Vil scoffs. 

“Obviously. I was sent into an internal crisis about my identity, how I’ve been acting and affecting people, and how easily I can be replaced. How can I not learn something?” he retorts, growing emotional.

His voice is filled with pain. Vil is on the verge of crying. He buries his head in his knees, humiliated at his feelings and reaction. You slide closer and drape the extra Pomefiore uniform over him. He stiffens but doesn’t look up. You observe him.

He’s never gotten this treatment before. If he has, it’s been too long. Vil’s suppressed his feelings for so long that he had to be broken with the harshest words to get through to him. It wasn’t how you wanted it to be. It was too harsh for your taste. However, you got through to him and that’s what mattered in this moment. You rub his back.

Vil keeps his head on his knees but turns toward you. 

“Why are you doing this?” he questions. 

“Because I believe in you,” you answer honestly. 

He frowns. 

“But you told me how useless I was this morning,” Vil replies. 

“I pointed out your problematic behavior,” you correct, “I never said that I didn’t believe you can’t change. If anything, that’s something you’re rather good at. You always strive to improve yourself. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” 

You wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into you. You press your lips against his temple. 

“Now, put your arms through your sleeve. You’ve been out here since rehearsal ended and that was hours ago,” you insist, “I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Vil slips his arms through the holes. You wrap the cloth tighter around his torso, before placing your hand back around him. The two of you sit in the chilly night for a long time. You feel Vil lean and relax into you. You turn your head to bury your head into his hair. 

“Let’s get you home,” you whisper. 

He hums in agreement. You pull out your phone, turning on the flashlight. Vil doesn’t protest as you slip an arm under his knees. You keep a firm hold on his back as you pick him up. You follow the marks Rook left for you. Walking carefully to not wake him, you emerge from the forest to meet the hunter. 

He gives you two a soft look, before escorting you to Ramshackle. Rook opens the door and ushers you up the stairs. You take Vil into his room. You pause. Your room, you suppose. 

You set Vil down on one side of the bed. You busy yourself with taking off his socks and shoes. Rook assists, plugging both of your phones. He sets your alarm, as you rummage through Vil’s bags. You find the dorm leader’s pajamas and pull out two pairs. You turn to find Rook staring at you scandalously. 

You smirk with a smug shrug. With a raise of your eyebrows, you gesture to the sleeping Vil. You silently ask him if that’s not attractive. Your hand gestures down the body you occupy. Rook contains a laugh, surrendering. You smile, before shooing him. 

He wiggles his eyebrow and you roll your eyes. Rook closes the door behind him. Turning off the main light, the bathroom glows from the other wall. You slip inside, completing Vil’s night routine. 

You walk out, nudging your body awake. 

“Vil,” you call out, “You need to wash your face.” 

The man groans but pulls himself up. 

“Everything’s in there and ready,” you tell him. 

He gives a noncommittal, sleepy nod and shuffles to the bathroom. You lean against the bed frame, scrolling through your phone. You wait for him. Vil comes out in his now oversized pajamas. He stares at the bed for a minute, before turning off the light and walking forward. You feel the Pomefiore student slip into bed. He turns away from you. You place your phone down, sliding into your position as well. 

You reach out and drape an arm over him, watching for any reaction. He scoots closer to you. You pull him closer and drift off to sleep. 

[estcaligo]

A/N:......might be considered as Sebek x reader, I suppose....

Some notes to self

Showers - no, waterfalls - of compliments (he even asks for it himself please praise this swamp puppy)

Love letters are a must!!!

Secretly leave sweet notes in his bag or in books he lends you💚

Praise his amazing taste in books.

Brag about how strong, smart, amazing, etc. he is on your Magicam. Or just in front of your friends. And especially when you're with Diasomnia!! And especially when Malleus is around. Sebek literally shines when you brag about him in front of his king and it's so adorable

Texts are generally preferable to calls. Sebek is a busy guy with a tight schedule. But if you really miss his voice and want to talk, text first to ask if he's available.

Active listening! Ask questions, be actively engaged in conversation, and show him you're genuinely interested. He does the same for you after all aww

Unusual date idea: learning new words! Either in other languages or in your shared language? Browse through new words at the library or bookstore, reflect on them together, and discuss why you like them and how you might use them.....hmm.....

Don't forget to express all your thoughts clearly - not just loving sweet talk. Sebek doesn't appreciate sugarcoating.

Always always say thank you and remind him how amazing he is!!

Send random texts during the day (just consider his schedule to avoid distracting him from his duties):

A "Good morning, my love" text

An "I'm so proud of you" text

A "You worked so hard today" text

A "You performed amazingly at club training" text

An "I appreciate your efforts" text

A "Malleus said you did well today" text

A "You looked so put-together and diligent" text

A "Your hair looked perfect today" text

A "Have you eaten? Only three plates??" text

A "Your flying technique is breathtaking" text

A "The book you recommended is wonderful" text

A "Thank you" text

An "I love you" text

A "Good night, my darling" text

[kingconia]

DIASOMNIA BOYS WITH OLD-FASHIONED S/O, WHO WRITES AND SENDS THEM LETTERS, INSTEAD OF USING THE PHONE

Sebek Zigvolt.

— He is so confused. Malleus is bad at technics, too, but at least he knows what the fuck phone is;

— Sebek genuinely tries to teach you how to use the phone, but you are refusing to use it, and saying that you prefer writing letters for him;

— Okay, he finds it cute now, because your letters find him in an expected moments, as a big surprise, and he starts waiting for them on the daily basis;

— But he will not write you back. Sorry, it would take too much time, and he is a busy man. But! He keeps all of your letters, and marks down topics from them that he will discuss with you in personal meeting. He is attentive, of course.

•

”Ha,” Jack smirks, leaning closer to Sebek. ”Are you reading love letters again? You are so red, it is embarrassing.”

Sebek is, indeed, flushed. He always is, when he opens your envelopes—you tuck in it his favourite flowers, and write such a beautiful things, that he can't help but feel embarrassed.

’My dear Sebek,

I hope this letters finds you well, and with your undying energy that lightens my day refilled by simple meal, or, perhaps, even a nap. And, please, accept those hyacinths. They are for you, and only. I hope you like them as much as I like you.

Today, I only wished to tell you the story of my...’

”Shut it...” He murmur to his classmate, pressing letter to his chest shyly.

The flowers you sent him would be in his hair for the rest of the day.

And no one would dare comment on that.

Lilia Vanrouge.

— Well, Lilia is more modern despite his age, so he is a little bit surprised by your strange habits. Just as Sebek, asks you if he needs to teach you how use your phone, but when you refuse, he gets over it easily;

— Your letters offer him the strangest nostalgia of the past, and he can't say if likes them, or if they are bringing up not his most pleasant memories;

— Lilia, I think, would rarely write you back. Yet, he appreciates how much you think of him. He, too, would rather send you an invitation for the little lunch date;

— Lilia doesn't keep all of your letters, but the most important ones are always tucked in his room, in the very safe place.

•

”Ah,” Lilia blinks, surprised as he notices only now, that there is letter in the pocket of his coat. ”How do you...”

He sighs.

The main mystery, of course, is how you continue to sneak on him, leaving all these letters without Lilia, actually noticing it? He has an extra hearing and sight not for nothing! What is the secret?

”Oh, dear Y/n. Here you are.”

’My ethereal snowdrop,

how had you been? Tell me, if there is something bothering you? Your students, your son, headmaster Crowley? I hope it is not, but if anything touches your peace—tell me. I will try to take care of it in the best traditions.

But until now, I am here only to speak of my own troubles as I hope you want to listen... This morning, though, started uneventfully...’

Lilia stops in the middle of the corridor, and starts reading it with the greatest attention immediately.

He already plans to find you right after finishing reading that, and comfort you in his arms after the bad day you clearly had.

Silver Vanrouge.

— He is flattered by the fact that you decide to spend your time on writing to him all these letters, and he doesn't ask you to use phone: he accepts this strangeness easily;

— Whenever he has a short nap, he wakes up with a new letter on his lap, and it is the best part of his day, to be quite honest. He also kinda puts all of your letters on the walls of his room...

— Once he decides that he wants to return your sentiment as well, and so, he asks Lilia to teach him how to write letters in his very aloof manner as you do;

— He writes not so often, but he tries really hard to do that everyday. And eventually his slightly awkward attempts became better and better.

•

'Good evening, dear and well-respected Y/n!

I genuinely apologise for writing so late this time. If it wasn't for Sebek annoying trying to teach me how to take better care of Malleus, I would finish my duties quicker.

I think, there is nothing interesting for me to tell you about. My days are all the same and your letters the only thing that makes them slightly happier. I doubt you will find it that entertaining.

So, please, tell me about yours, instead.

With love, Silver.’

Malleus Draconia.

— Finally! Finally someone as old and inexperienced in technics as him!

— Jokes aside, but Malleus is really grateful for having another old soul around. He instantly agrees on constant letters exchange with you, and he also considers it to be courting;

— You write each other so often and so much, pouring your souls in these letters, obsessively opening up each other about everything and everyone, that others are almost worried;

— Just let these poor victorian kids to flirt in their own way!

•

’...My agonising salvation, Y/n,

your letter arrived just now, and reading your poems, made my heart flatter with so much easiness as if it was the butterfly wings, clapping against the air. I had never dreamed of the day, when I would be blessed by such a treatment, and yet...’

’Oh, the malady to all of my sufferings, Malleus,

though I sent you a letter in a while, as I am still waiting for yours to return to me, I can't help but send another one, just right after, since my soul cannot bear this happiness all alone...’

”All of these... Sounds unhealthy,” Sebek mutters, confused, as the three of them stare at the desk of Malleus that is now filled completely by many letters; some of them are yours, and others are drafts of his, rewritten and scrapped down. ”Should we do something?”

”Come on,” Silver groans. ”They are just in love.”

”How can you he so easygoing when it is Malleus-sama that—”

”I think,” Lilia interrupts another possible argument between these two, ”we should just leave them alone. They are happy as they are.”

And with that, they close the doors behind them slowly.

They shouldn't had seen these letters anyway...

[night-raven-tattler]

Hiyya, hopefully the request is still open. I really like your writing so I hope my request is no trouble.

Can I request Silver and Sebek about them having a nightmare? They're in relationships with MC/prefect and sleep together. They have a nightmare about MC and woke up with MC beside them.

If you accept this, thank you.

Hello, anon! Mx Tattly appreciates your request, hope you enjoy!

Night troubles

Characters: Silver, Sebek × Reader (separate, romantic)

Warnings: mentions of violence in Sebek's nightmare part

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Silver’s dream have always been very vivid

He could never tell if that was a blessing or a curse, especially considering how much he slept

Every green field he stepped on, every cloudy sky he watched, every word and every laughter from the people he encountered felt real, even if he knew they were all in dreamland

It made his heart feel a little lighter when he was being woken up from a pleasant dream, even if he fell asleep during important moments: the good feeling from the dream made his guilt of falling asleep a little bit easier to bear

Lately you’ve become a recurring presence in his land of dreams

You’d always smile at him, laugh at him, squeeze his hand with so much warmth and joy that he’d promise you to always treasure your hands

But sometimes…

The smile would falter, the laughter would die

The hand would turn cold and pull away as you try to run away from him

It was enough to leave him unsettled for days

But this time, the nightmare became different

As soon as your hand left his, you ran away into a dark forest, screaming you never want to see him again

That he wasn’t good enough, that he was a disappointment

Sentiments echoed by Sebek’s booming tone as the echo of your steps became smaller and smaller

Lilia shook his head disapprovingly, refusing to even look at his son

And Malleus…

He stared down at him, his fury awakening the most ravaging storm and thunder Silver has ever witnessed

Suddenly he found himself running away in shame, tears streaming down his own face

Just like that night when he was a child, and he found out he’s more alone in the world than he thought

So he ran, ran as far as his little feet could carry him, in the middle of the storm darkening the forest more and more…

…

One particular thunder shook Silver awake

Silver’s eyes opened suddenly and he gasped for air desperately

He got up from his sleeping position, pulling the blanket with him

He tried not to drown in the lonesome silence for a few long seconds, until he felt a warm hand rubbing his back comfortingly

“Silver, are you okay? What happened?”

Your hand was so warm and solid against his shivering skin, and he selfishly leaned into the small gesture of affection

He felt the bed shift before you gently cupped his face, pulling his head so he could look at you

Your eyes met, and your lips formed a thin line

“...Did you have a nightmare?”

Silver could only nod a reply

Your thumbs gently rubbed his cheeks, and Silver finally became aware of his tears

“Do you want to talk about it?”

…He hesitated

What kind of guard was he if he couldn’t face his own problems face on?

But the idea of you taking a peak at the darkness at the back of his mind felt terrifying

He looked away in shame, and that’s all you needed to know

“You don't have to do it right now if you don’t want to. We can just… go back to sleep and see how you feel in the morning?”

You gave him an encouraging smile, and his heart felt a little lighter as he nodded again

You dragged him back to a sleeping position, pulling him into your chest and gently running your fingers through his hair

And the shame and guilt he felt was pushed away by the peace and affection slowly warming his heart again

The way you held him against you, listening to your slowing heartbeat, made Silver feel loved in a way he hasn’t allowed himself to feel in a while

Not knowing what else to say, he mumbled a “Thank you” before he finally drifted off to sleep himself

『••✎••』

The very moment you laid your eyes on Sebek, you knew he was a very strict individual

His confident stride that carried him all over the place was something you’ve admired: after all, Sebek wore his status as a guard as his livelihood, not just a badge of honor

Yet, it made you notice his perfectionist nature; he needed everything to be fit for his Liege, and anything that fell short was not acceptable

And that nature was exacerbated whenever it came to Sebek himself

He wanted to be the best guard he could be, as nothing short of ideal could be fit for Malleus

And for you, as of late

Lilia and Malleus congratulated him when he finally confessed that Malleus was not the only one he wanted to protect anymore; even Silver smiled at him proudly as the news reached him

And, as Sebek finally came to terms with the pride he felt whenever he helped you and protected you, he finally realized how his burden has doubled

It was a challenge he gladly took on

But he shielded you from the burden of that newly found responsibility, not even realizing how big it was until it started plaguing his dreams

Long after he drifted off to slumber, he found himself in battle, fighting dark and faceless creatures, and not letting them reach a very frightened version of you that stood behind him, paralyzed from fear

And no matter how fast he moved, no matter how determined he was, no matter how sharp his sword was, he still was overpowered

The creatures passed him, getting to you and surrounding you until he couldn’t see you anymore

He just stood there helplessly while listening to your terrified screams and your desperate calls for his name…

“Sebek! Sebek, come on! Wake up…!”

He jolted awake and tried to move away from the hand that was shaking his shoulder desperately

“Calm down! Calm down… It’s me, it’s me…”

Sebek became fully awake the moment he realized the hand was yours

The concern in your eyes, the little tremor in your voice, the firm grip on his shoulder, everything made his stomach drop

He was dreaming of being incapable of protecting you and failing

Your concern for him, your want to care of him even late into the night was a slap in the face

He got up from his bed, frustrated, and paced aimlessly around the room, occasionally running his fingers through his hair and avoiding eyes contact at all costs

You let him have a moment to himself while you watched him cautiously, trying to find the right words to say

“Sebek, did you… did you have a nightmare?”

The way he stopped in his tracks was all you needed to know

And, knowing Sebek (or his pride, better said), it was all he was willing to share

You got up from the bed and walked to him slowly

His shoulders were so tense, you just wanted to rub his shoulders for a bit

But he flinched away, so you pulled your hand back

“Okay, I won’t touch you. But I want to help you calm down, what can I do?”

Silence took over the room for a few seconds

Until Sebek finally turned his face and looked at you

He tried opening his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind and closed it again

It was the first time you’ve seen Sebek so silent and unsure, so maybe a little encouragement would help him…?

“Uhm… I just want you to know that, no matter what you saw, we can face it together, okay? You and me. You help me, I help you. Alright?”

Sebek’s eyes widened slightly

But he collected himself quickly and nodded to you

“You’re tired, let’s go to bed. If you have any more nightmares, just wake me up. Okay?”

Sebek nodded again, and reached out to your hand, linking your pinkies together

“As you wish.”

You smiled at him and dragged him back to bed, relieved that your idea worked

A bit of encouragement seemed to help him

Maybe in time he won't need the affirmation, he'll just know you're always going to be there for him

But you didn't mind to remind him for as long as he needed it

『••✎••』

[nawoken]

Ơ v Ơ

Thanks for liking my post guys, I appreciate it. So I will start spreading my mind when I don't have anything better to do from now on then.

Hm, today will be... a reader from Gravity Falls, who got transported into TWST world. Oh, reminds me of those good old days, when we still had a bunch of good-quality cartoons.

(T vT)

You can be a friend of Dipper and Mabel, who joined them on their trip to Gravity Falls. Or the town's resident, who has always known about this place's weirdness but most of the time, when you bring it up, no one actually believes you. You can even be the twins' sibling, or well... Lil Gideon's dogsbody (no one want this right?)... That's your choice.

I want to build a reader who has enough understanding of those mystery creatures so it's better if you have a few links with the main cast :")))

After the defeat of Bill Cipher, a few years went by in peace. Until one day you wake up in a whole different world that has magic. Great, it's cool, you're fine, nothing too bad yet, it can be worse, right? After all, you used to encounter many more strange things than this.

Maybe, after not being able to contact you for a long time, Dipper will realize your disappearance and find a way to help you. Or..., the headmage in front of you can do something like he said.

Nope, you're wrong, he is useless, that's what you realized after staying there for a while. That biscuit doesn't even care about finding a way back for you! So, you have to find another way while facing a bunch of other overblots.

You've never really told anyone else about stuff you used to face back in your world, mystery creatures, monsters, and a Dorito from different dimensions.

Mostly because when they asked why you can face all this "transport to another world" or "fighting some gooey inky monster" things so calmly. Or why did you act so aggressively about making a deal with Octoville Housewarden. You told them how you used to fight this triangle entity from different dimensions, that planned to destroy your world, but they would just brush it off or say that you have a wild imagination.

You feel a bit sad when it happens, but you get it. Some magicless people can fight off a Dream Demon that can control space, matter, and even time? That must be hard to believe. So you just let it be.

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But, out of nowhere, mystery creatures start to appear around the Isle of Sages.

What do you mean you saw Gnomes with a red cap and blue outfit running around in the jungle? And there is a whole island that suddenly appeared overnight?! Some scientists tried to approach it and it arose from the river, appeared to be a freaking giant head?!

It's all too familiar to you. After all, you had gotten into a bunch of trouble with them during your stay at Gravity Falls. It must be that this island has some kind of connection with that town!

Then, you just have to find that connected point to open the dimensional portal, and come home, right? Maybe, the twins with their uncles will get to you before you even have to do all that.

So, you just acting like normal. But your friends don’t want that. Mostly Grim, Aduece, Epel, and Ortho when they took an interest in the mystery thing that recently appeared inside NRC. Jack and Sebek tried to protest, saying that it was stupid but got provoked by “Why? Are you scared?” from the others.

You got dragged in, mainly because you worry for them. Even when they have magic, you still have more experience with this than them. You don't have the Journals with you but you used to spend quite a lot of your time studying and understanding them alongside the Pines twins. So, you’ve memorized most of it, if not all.

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The moment your groups step into this strange part of the forest, with some big red mushrooms with dots and some floating shiny orbs come straight out of a fairytale. You know this is a "Gnome Forest".

Before you can get everyone out of this place to avoid meeting those creepy creatures that have an obsession with finding a Gnome queen. You see Jade, observing and taking note of the mushrooms.

Jade: What a pleasure meeting you guys here.

Deuce: J...Jade-senpai?! What are you doing here?

Ace: Ye, and where is Floyd, is he sneaking also around?!

Jade: Fufu... don't you think it a bit rude to ask questions without stating your reason for being here?

Jade: But, as you can see, I'm studying these delightful mushrooms. And, no, unfortunately, my brother isn't into this kind of thing so there's only me.

Jade: ... Then?

Epel: W...what? Oh, we're here for the mystery creatures that been lurking around.

Jade: Oh, from the rumors?

Epel: *Nod* Yes.

Ace: Hm, you must be here for a while, have you seen anything yet?

Jade: Sadly, no. However, I do hope that I can encounter one of those, Azul might take an interest in them (For business thingy, I guess). Hm,... do you mind if I join you guys?

Deuce: Uh, no...

Jade: Great! ^v^

(Okay, that is, I'm out of brain juice for that conversation. Hope that is not too Ooc (XvX))

You stood aside, looking around worriedly while Ace bickered with Deuce due to letting Jade join. Jack felt your restlessness, mistaken that you're scared so he tried to comfort you. Sebek saw it and loudly said something about how weak humans are.

That's when some shadows dash by, Jade, Jack, Ortho, and Sebek become more alert while the others are a bit startled. Grim screaming something about not wanting to be eaten and clinging onto Ace's face though.

Looking back and forth a few times just for you guys turned to Epel, and saw a Gnome right next to him with a flower in hand. You know that shoot, Jeff! And! seeing his action, you also realized what come next.

Epel: ...For me?

Jeff: Yes, for you, my... future queen! (I can't, this is too much, I'm dying)

Gotta say, your friends have a good laugh except for Epel, who looks about to explode and Jade has this amused smile. If not for how bad the situation actually is, you might laugh as well.

Y/N: Guys, we should go.

Jeff: WAIT!!! Let me introduce myself first, I'm Jeff, Gnomes' leader. And, we are looking for a new queen...blah blah... (sorry)

At some point, Epel blew up, and he started throwing spells and that's when they knew what Jeff meant by them. 1000 Gnomes running out from God know where merged into a huge Gnome then chased them after their fail attempt of fighting it.

Ace: WTF is that?!

Deuce: How can we fight it if it keep merging?!

Grim: Wroahhhh, It's so fast!

Ace: You should just accept their marriage proposal!

Epel: WHAT DID YOU SAID?!

Jack: Why did I agree with this...

Sebek: I KNOW THAT I SHOULDN'T LISTEN TO YOU GUYS!

Ortho: This is quite fun, isn't it?

Others: NO!

You are tired of running, Jade has already gone out of sight the moment that thing compiling. You tried to reach inside your backpack, you were prepared for this after all! Your dog whistles. You just need to find it from the pile of things you quickly stuffed into your bag.

Finally! You quickly told everyone to cover their ears, mostly for Jack and Sebek due to their sharp hearing, and blew the whistle. That giant Gnome started to fall apart, and those Gnomes quickly ran away, far from the noise that hurt their ears.

Ace: Uh... What was that?!

Epel: Prefect, h..how can you do it?!

Grim: Haha, good job my henchman, I know you can do it.

Y/N: Gnomes, they have enhanced hearing so they can't bear high-pitch noise.

Deuce: But, how did you know that? Did you read about it somewhere?

Ortho: I don't think so, I've scanned them and I don't find any research about those creatures. So, prefect, where do you study about it?

Jade: I also want to know. (^v^)

Sebek: Where are you coming from?!

Y/N: Guys, just calm down. About those creatures, of course, I know about them. It's from my world after all.

Others (minus Jade): What?!

Jade: Oh... that's really interesting.

Deuce: Why have you never told us this story?!

Y/N: *stared back at him unamused*

Ortho: Hm... I do remember they used to say something about fighting supernatural entities.

Ace: But, I thought that just some jokes!

Y/N: Well, now you know it not.

Epel: Wait, so you did fight those?!

Y/N: Yes.

Sebek: Hm, maybe you're not as weak as I think, human.

Jack: Is that why you're worrying then entire time?

Y/N: Yes, I just don't know how to warn you guys since you're not gonna believe me.

Others: Sorry...

It can be said that everything ends happily. You guys talked to Crowley and he has to start doing some research about your theory of the connection between Isle of Sages and Gravity Falls (Ramshakle dorm).

You become a storyteller for the first-year gang, Jade (he wants to know all the information), and you might not know but also Rook, who observed your groups from afar the day of the exploration. Telling them about those creatures that you've faced, the journals, the Pine twins, their uncles,... and even about Bill Cipher.

You tell them, they tell the others. The famous magicless Prefect used to fight paranormal and supernatural entities that have been lurking around lately?! Only your friends actually believe in it, but that's enough for you.

Until they started to find you for more information, so Ortho helped you create a blog to spread some, not every single of them though. Should start some business by solving mysterious things. Talked to Azul and he might help you, you used to help him so he wouldn't trick you with his deal,... right?

Well, who knows? You know quite clearly the consequence of making a deal without thinking right?

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EBIIL LIA COFBKA

JFPP JB?

Why is it this long?! I just want to type something fun and spread some idea but then it turns into a whole ass rambling :')

I still have more for it, but I'm lazy, my brain might or might not die at this point and I can hear light, see noises... I should sleep but I'm hungry. :'))))

English is my second language so there might be some confusing things in my wording, let me know if you feel there is anything that needs to be corrected, thank you.

I also haven't had a chance to finish Gravity Falls' series and it also has been a while since the last time I saw it. I've tried my best to gain more information about it when wrote this but if I am wrong about something, please tell me.

Anyway, I might do part 2 for this if I'm in the mood. See ya!

Oh, Also, Idia found this CD. It's old, yes. But it's an old game CD! Might be worth a ton this day. But, most importantly, he wouldn't say no to ancient games. An otome game about dating a pink-haired high-school girl... (I changed her ending a bit I guess).

[merakiui]

psssssssssst which twst boy would probably buy onlyfans from sex worker darling trying to make some money for the week?

All of them. <3 and they all think they’re so unique for supporting you through this means, but it turns out everyone else is subscribed to the highest tier (or whichever tier they’re able to afford). Suddenly Ace is very dedicated to his part-time job as he works to make enough for the highest tier. Even students like Jack buy from you, but it’s only to support you (not salivate over the content you’re putting out… that’s definitely part of it).

Of course Azul has to get the highest tier, as do most of the Housewardens as they firmly believe they’re entitled to the best of the best. And it also supports you much more than the lower tiers! Because Azul is so charitable, he’s even willing to send you more money (please notice him). Vil loves to admire these risqué and intimate photos, as does Rook. Sometimes it’s not even for sexual purposes. They just find you to be the sweetest work of art they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Idia claims he’s only subscribing so he can get top-tier references for when he’s drawing or practicing lewd anatomy. This is partially true, actually, because he does indeed practice. But then all of his sketches are of you. <3

Riddle had to convince himself over and over that this was okay. He’s not breaking any rules. In fact, buying the highest tier actually helps you! So he’s just doing what any good person and dependable Housewarden would do: support those who require assistance. He spends the entire week feeling guilty and avoiding looking at the photos/videos because he feels like he’s being a gross pervert. But you willingly put this content out there for him and others, and it’s all in accordance with the site’s rules! So… it’s fine if he masturbates to the sight of your nudity.

Floyd has so much fun waiting for the new photos and videos you’ll upload. You always do something different and it keeps him endlessly entertained. Sometimes you even take requests from your subscribers! He wants to see you do all sorts of exciting things. Jade’s much the same, but somehow Floyd’s requests seem so softcore compared to the things Jade wants from you. ^^;;;;

Ruggie buys the highest tier using Leona’s card. Leona did say he could get something for himself, and he never put any restrictions on what could or couldn’t be bought. <3 no wonder why this is the highest tier. The things you put out really are worthy of being in this tier, and he makes sure to save each and every one should a day come when he’s not able to look anymore.

Speaking of Leona, he thinks it’s impressive you’re able to keep up with all of the tiers you have and do something new every time. He won’t settle for anything less than the highest, and he enjoys the things you do for that tier. You never disappoint. Although pictures and videos are only good fantasy fuel. They can’t compare to the real thing. Perhaps he won’t have to wait any longer to meet you in person when you start doing meet-ups with one lucky subscriber from the highest tier.

Malleus doesn’t know how to work lots of technology, so he probably seeks someone out to show him how it’s done. He doesn’t see any shame in it. This is essentially artwork, is it not? The things you do can be appreciated in a unique, romantic light when you’re Malleus Draconia. Either that, or Lilia buys it. And of course if waka-sama has it, then Sebek must as well. He thinks he’s so much better than Silver because he’s subscribed to the highest tier just like his lord and Lilia, and what is Silver? Nothing! Sebek looks ready to crumble into dust when Silver reveals he’s always been subscribed to you from the very beginning. T_T

Kalim most definitely buys the highest tier! He’s probably your most generous subscriber (sorry, Azul). He’s always ready to send you hefty donations. He’s very sweet about it. Jamil would manage his absurd spending habits, but he’s also quite attracted to the types of things you’re posting for your highest tier, and Kalim’s basically funding it. Those shibari and collar posts reeled him in and have since dug their claws into him. He’s down bad…

Omg and Cater!!! He was probably one of the first out of the twst cast to buy your onlyfans. He’s a very loyal subscriber. <3 Cater gets bragging rights because he’s your mutual on Magicam and sometimes the two of you chat. You might even send him a few photos that can’t be seen on any of your tiers yet… a special privilege for your favorite moot. :)

[inuiiwonderland]

The vision

You were born with a gift. The gift to be able to see the future. You would always have small or big glimpses of the future every now and then. And the visions are usually never something bad, until now…

Malleus draconia x fem!reader

Reader is also a Fae and malleus childhood friend:)

Angst

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You never found your gift to be horrible. You always thought that it was pretty cool and amazing, being able to see little glimpses of the future. You found it to be very fascinating rather than scary.

And for the most part, your visions were never bad. You never saw anything that made you scared or uneasy, well besides the few times when you had a few visions that made you confused and or a little scared BUT it was all good in the end!

But today. You never expected to get a vision like you did today.

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You were in your room, humming and packing some clothes for your small trip to Malleus palace. You're really excited to see malleus and the others again after so long. Ever since they received your text about you visiting them they have been counting down the days of your arrival.

You giggle at the memory of silver sending you a picture of Lilia marking down each day until your arrival at the palace.

“Y/n dear! Are you ready?” Your mom asks. You quickly packed the last of your clothing before closing your suitcase.

“Yes mom, I'm ready!” Your door opens to reveal your mother and a guard standing behind her.

“Ah! My beautiful daughter! I can’t believe you’ll be gone for a whole week!” She says as she pulls you into a tight hug.

“It’s only a week! Then I’ll be back until my next visit” You say with a smile. You and your mother talked for a bit until your father came into the room and told you that everything is ready for your trip to the palace.

“Bye my pretty girl! And be careful!”

“Be safe! And you already know what to do if anything bad happens!” You waved at both of your parents before getting in the carriage.

-

It wasn’t long until you finally arrived. You looked out and saw malleus and the others waiting excitedly for you.

“Ah it’s a pleasure seeing you again lady y/n!” Lilia says as he helps you step out of the carriage.

“It’s great to see you all again! I missed you all”

“Allow me to help with your luggage!” Sebek then immediately grabbed all three of your luggage as you began to panic.

“Oh no no no! I can’t possibly have you carry all that! I can help-“

“No, I'll do it! So please allow me”

“But-“

“Sebek is a strong boy. He’ll be fine” Silver reassures you. You just nod but not before asking Sebek if he needed help once again. But he only replies with a “I’m fine!” Before you let him carry all your luggage inside the palace.

-

“Thank you so much sebek. You really didn’t have to carry all my luggage up here”

“It’s no problem! I am a knight and it’s my duty to serve my master and any other royals!” You smiled before giving sebek a small kiss on the check.

“I appreciate your help, thank you” The boy was left speechless. A shade of dark red adoring his cheeks.

“I-it’s no problem! I-I’ll go now!” And he left. You giggle at his shyness. You decided to unpack before doing anything else. It didn’t take long before you had everything unpacked and the moment you sat down on your bed you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in” The door then opens to reveal malleus. You smile once you see your childhood friend.

“Mal!” Malleus smiles at you before pulling you into a hug.

“It’s nice to see you again child of man”

“How have you been mal? Have you been doing good? Eating good?” Malleus could feel his cheeks heat up as you continue to ask him more questions.

“I’m doing quite well. But I’ll also ask you the same thing, have you been taking care of yourself too?”

“Of course I have! I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t” You joked. Malleus just smiles before handing you some chocolate.

“I bought your favorite” You could feel your heart beat increase as he handed you the chocolate.

“Oh sevens! You shouldn’t have! Now I feel bad that I didn’t get you anything!” He chuckles at your worried expression.

“Don’t panic. But I would love it if you would accompany me on a walk around the palace garden” He asks and who were you to say no to someone like malleus?

“I’d love to”

-

The two of you walked around the garden as you talked about old memories from when the two of you were young and other funny embarrassing ones.

“Haha! I remember that! I still can’t forget the look on Lilias face” As you laughed, you didn’t notice the literal heart eyes in malleus eyes as he watched you laugh.

“Ohh my stomach now hurts from all that laughing!” He smiles before stopping and crouching down next to a rose bush.

“Oh? What are you doing mal?” You ask curiously. Malleus doesn’t respond and you can see him carefully getting a beautiful red rose from the bush before standing back to his full height. He turns around and you see a beautiful rose in his hand.

“For you” You were taken aback before heat rushes up your neck.

“For me?”

“Mhm” You carefully grabbed the rose from his hands before smiling.

“Ah I didn’t know you missed me that much!” You teased as he started to turn red. But you wouldn’t lie that you weren’t screaming inside by malleus sweet (or romantic) gesture.

Could this mean malleus also likes you back?

But soon the excitement went away when you felt a throbbing pain in your head.

A vision

It’s you. You wore a beautiful traditional briar valley wedding dress along with malleus who was also wearing a traditional briar valley suit.

It’s a wedding-YOUR wedding. You can see the excited smile on both you and malleus faces as family and friends congratulated you both.

“Congratulations to the two of you!”

“You look stunning as always lady- or should I say Mrs draconia” Lilia teases as you feel your face heat up.

“Congratulations waka-sama!” Sebek cries as silver just sighs before congratulating you with a smile.

You saw how malleus looked at you with heart eyes as he pulled you closer to him and gave you a kiss.

Then your vision changes and you can see yourself carrying what seems to be a baby. You were sitting in you and malleus shared bedroom and you cooed at the small bundle of joy as malleus sat next to you. A huge smile on his face.

“He looks just like you” You tell him.

“He has your eyes” Malleus tells you. You were both in awe as the little one opened his eyes before crying.

“He’s hungry”

It was so cute. So wholesome. So it definitely didn’t prepare you for what you were about to see next.

What you saw next was absolutely horrific. You could see yourself laying in your husband’s arms all bloody.

You looked…dead

You were dead

You were dead in your husband's arms as his cries of agony rang through the palace walls.

“No please! My wife! Not my wife!”

“Please wake up y/n! Please don’t leave me” He cries as he holds your body close. And then you suddenly hear your baby’s cries. You quickly turned around to see a horrified sebek gently holding your baby as his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. You could see that he was trembling a bit. But he was trying so hard to keep calm and calm down your crying baby.

You then turned around to see briar valley knights fighting. They were fighting what seemed to be other knights from a different kingdom. You could see silver and Lilia. They had some wounds but you could see how they hadn’t given up on fighting. Making sure those unknown knights didn’t get close to you, malleus or your baby.

You could hear bodies drop to the floor and blood splattering. Screams and shouts and also the sound of swords hitting against each other.

It was a mess. A horrifying mess. So bloody and gory you could almost throw up.

The vision soon stops and you gasp once it does, dropping the rose in the process. Malleus looks at you worriedly. You were shaking! You looked scared and that really worried him.

“Y/n are you-“

“I-I have to go” But before he could even finish his sentence you ran away. Malleus watches with wide eyes as you run away from him.

-

You locked yourself in your room after that. Not wanting to see anyone, especially malleus. You curled up on your bed as you tried your hardest to forget what you saw in your vision.

You were happy that in your vision you and malleus got together and married each other and had a baby but then seeing you dead in his arms as his and your baby’s cries filled the palace walls and also the bloody scene that you saw. It was to much!

You can’t let that happen. You can’t! The pain in malleus voice….it broke your heart hearing him like that.

If that’s what happens to you and malleus in the future. Then it’s best that you separate ways from each other.

You can’t let anything bad happen to malleus. You just can’t. Even if you love malleus with all your heart you don’t want to see him in pain.

“I guess it’s best to stay away….”

-

Lord it’s literally 3 am rn😭 anyways I hope you guys liked it🤍

[yuurei20]

Epel Facts Part 21: Epel and Apples

“Epel” seems to a real name derived from the word “apfel," which is German for apple.

Epel’s last name, “Felmier" is possibly a twist on the French word “fermier,"  for farmer.

From a family of apple farmers, Epel is often receiving apples from his hometown to share with people at school. He does so often, giving apples as gifts to Rook, Ruggie, Jack, Sebek, Grim and offering some to the prefect.

Epel knows a lot about applies due to his upbringing, makes his own dried apple chips and says, “One day, I’dl ike to work with my sweetheart and grow apples trees, make jam…”

Epel calls apples the perfect fruit, getting into an “apples vs pears” argument with Jack and promoting apple compote to customers during the Port Fest event.

Malleus and Epel have a conversation about the uses for bruised apples, saying, “We Harvestonites have always made the most of our apples without letting them go to waste.”

Epel taught himself how to do apple carving in order to make bruised and damaged apples that no one wanted to buy more appealing, and he has a voice line of, “I’ve never put much thought into my own appearance…but I guess people appreciate apples more when they look as good as they taste.”

He carves carrots into flowers during the Master Chef event, impressing the Chef Ghost and Riddle.

Epel says that, while he can carve flowers and birds, he has probably carved rabbits the most, as rabbits are a traditional motif in Harveston based on the rabbit engravings on the beds of the Seven Dwarfs. (This might explain why the traditional clothes that Epel wears in the Harveston event are also rabbit based)