Welcome to my blog! My name is Aster ^^ I'm 18, I speak English, and my pronouns are they/he/she
What I will/won't write
Will: angst, fluff, romantic or platonic relationships, m!reader, g/n!reader, tmasc!reader, headcanons, oneshots, multi-part stories, drabbles, requests, ships so long as they aren't illegal, poly!ships, My OCs
Won't: smut, f!reader, f!characters uhh that's kind of it lol, if i get a request for smth I don't wanna write I just…won't
this is a request! if you don't write this, don't worry! the ace story is so silly i love protective ace hehe
i love silver so much, i think the idea of him stressing over what to get m!reader for his birthday and going around asking all our friends is adorable!
have a good day/night!!
Notes: this is such a fun request! I had a lot of fun writing this, I was LOCKED IN pretty much the whole time lol. it might not be perfect, i also may have gotten a bit carried away.. Silver is one of my faves 🙏 I’m still kinda getting used to tumblr so if the formatting is still weird im sorry </3 M!reader, Silver and reader are dating, readers age is left ambiguous, i put all of the characters into a wheel and went with the first three i got for who silver asks (Cater, Epel, Vil) Reader is mentioned to be in the film research club, references to Silver’s Birthday Boy vignette, Lowk referenced Up (2009) with the gift(s) (i just HAD to reference one of my favorite pixar movies ever…)
Hugs, Kisses, and Birthday Wishes - S. Vanrouge (Word count: 1,514)
Your birthday was in a week and Silver still had no idea what to get you. He doesn’t want to just get you anything, he wants it to mean something. I mean, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he got you a meaningless gift? He would ask father but the man wasn’t one to give gifts, rather he would take birthday photos every year as well as COOK… Fathers cooking was unique to say the least.
“Come Silver! I’ve made a special dinner just for your birthday!” oh god. Maybe he should just pretend to be asleep. “Silver? Wake up my dear, it’s time for dinner.” His father gently shook him awake. Ah shoot, now he HAS to go eat whatever peculiar ‘meal’ father has cooked up. The boy gets up from his bed and goes to sit at the small dining table. On said table lies a questionable looking…soup? Silver isn’t really sure what he was looking at. “Go on! Eat up!” Lilia nudged the bowl of mystery liquid closer to the boy. It tastes… really bad, like REALLY bad. He doesn’t think he can finish this. At least his father cares..?
Silver decides to go ask for help from some of your friends. He seeks out Cater first, as he doesn’t have any club activities today and would therefore be in his dorm. Stepping into the Heartslabyul mirror, he immediately sets out to find Cater. He finds the man in the common room scrolling on his phone.
“Excuse me Cater, may I speak with you about something? It’s rather time sensitive and important.” Cater turns to look at the silver haired man standing next to the couch.
“Oh! Hey there Silver! You look #stressed, what’s up?” The ginger man and his strange lingo… hopefully he can help.
“I require some help picking out a gift for [Name]...I fear I really have no idea what to get him. I want it to mean something and not just be something that I bought with little to no thought.”
“Hmm you want it to mean something? Why not make a heartfelt gift! Something like a scrapbook with pictures of the two of you! I’m sure he would appreciate anything you got him though lol you’re like all he talks about.”
“Maybe… I just don’t want to ruin this, I shall go ask around some more before making my decision.”
Silver walks off to seek out the next person on his list, Epel Felmier of Pomefiore. Hopefully the boy wasn’t being hounded by Rook and Vil right now. Silver wanders for a bit before deciding to sit down and think to himself. Does he really need help from your friends to get you a gift? He has no idea what to get you and it’s getting frustrating. Maybe he should take Cater’s advice and make you something…He needs to get a second and third opinion first.
‘Time to stop dilly-dallying and find Epel.’ It’s almost as if the gods heard him or something because the lavender haired boy quite literally crashes right into him. Oh my, well at least he found Epel…!
“Awe damn it didn’t mean to get all up in yer space like that, I gotta go, Vil’l be on mah ass otherwise..” Epel’s frenzied muttering makes his accent slip out a bit. The boy is still practically on top of Silver but is actively getting up as he continues on about Vil. Ah, he’s trying to escape Etiquette lessons with Vil right now, perhaps giving some advice could be his excuse as to why he was skipping out.
“Actually, I could give you an excuse? I need some ideas on what to get [Name] for his birthday. I have one idea so far, but I want to hear from three of his friends first before I make any decisions. I want it to actually have meaning to it rather than being just a gift.”
“Oh mah god yer-you’re my savior I swear. Maybe you could get him a new camera? I remember he mentioned it to Vil recently during one of their club meetings I think? He helps Vil with recording the school musicals and such and his old camera is starting to get some wear and tear.”
“Now, I gotta get to Vil before he tears me a new one…I’ll already be in enough trouble as is, especially since he caught me yellin’ out mah frustrations about him in the creepy basement.” Epel runs off towards the mirror chamber, right to his (hypothetical) doom.
A camera huh…that could possibly work.
Two Days Later
It’s been two days since Silver spoke to Cater and Epel. He got two good ideas from them and now he has to go find Vil to get his opinion. Where he was, Silver didn’t know, so he decided to start with the film research club room. Luckily he was right on the money with that one..however you were also there. Uh oh!
“Vil? Could I speak with you in the hallway? Alone? It’s rather time sensitive and important” You and Vil turn to look at Silver before you greet him and walk off backstage.
“What did you need? I’m on a rather tight schedule I’m afraid. One of those clumsy potatoes sprained their ankle whilst blocking a choreography so now I have to work around that and possibly recast them” Vil sighs looking out one of the nearby windows.
“I need an idea on what to get [Name] for his birthday, I haven’t the faintest idea I’m afraid. I’ve gotten two ideas from some of his other friends so far but I’m just not sure. I want it to truly mean something to him and not just be a gift.”
“Ah I see, so this is why you wanted to speak with me alone. Maybe some handmade pins? I know he enjoys handmade gifts and he was mentioning wanting to decorate his bag and school jacket with some. I know he will appreciate anything you give him however, so do with that what you will” Vil walks back into his club room and shuts the door behind him. Decisions decisions…
Silver decides to get you all three. He made the scrapbook himself with blood,sweat, and tears (and some glitter…) there’s also a bunch of empty pages for you to add your own pictures as well. He got one of the newer models of a camera you were eyeing up as well, one that takes amazing pictures as well as good quality videos. And lastly the pins. He bought a button press just for this. He cut out some pictures of your favorite characters and bands and made them himself. He also made a pin out of a bottle cap from your favorite soda.
Your Birthday
Today is the day. Your birthday. You had decided to stay the night in Diasomnia so you could spend the morning with Silver, he had been very…secretive for the past week. It was honestly kind of worrying. He has even woken up before you for once which was even stranger. He hands you three wrapped boxes, each one a different size. You decide to open the smallest box first, inside was a bunch of handmade pins, all your favorite things. You gasp in surprise. How cute!! Perfect for your bag and jacket. The next box is more square and medium sized, inside was a camera. The camera you have been looking at for a while but didn’t have the money saved up for. Oh my god what the fuck?? You didn’t even bring up wanting a new camera to him. You pick up the biggest box, it was long and kind of flat, wonder what’s inside? There’s a folded piece of paper on top so you decide to read that first. It was a handmade birthday card that was honestly more like a letter than anything. It was very heartfelt and you can tell that a lot of love went into making it. Ah shit, you’re tearing up now. He really really loves you :C. With shaking hands you grab the other item out of the box. The title reads “our adventure book” inside is a collection of pictures of the two of you as well as you with your friends. FUCK you’re a sucker for sentimental gifts, at this rate you might actually start crying.
“Oh Silver…these gifts are amazing *sniff* but honestly you really didn’t have to get me anything, I would’ve appreciated you just spending the day with me!”
“My Love I wanted to get you a gift that meant something, father was never one for gifts so I wasn’t exactly sure what to get you. I had some help from some of your friends when it came to picking things out and added my own twist on it.”
“Sil…I love you so much! This is easily the best birthday I’ve had by far!” you pull him into an embrace and shove your face into the crook of his neck. What? No you’re not crying! That's just ridiculous.
Notes: Reader is Yuu/Ramshackle prefect (G/N) reader for the most part (Ace assumes reader to be female in the first part) Can be taken as romantic or platonic! I left it pretty ambiguous. First time writing in this format and first time writing for Ace, so sorry if it's not great </3 asks are always open so feel free to make requests! I might expand further on this one later, I also have the other first Years outlined! feedback is appreciated ♡ this was written on my phone so if the formatting is off thats why. honestly this isn't my best work but oh well..
Word count: 479
♡ Ace Trappola - Sweet Lolita ♡
Ace loves your style! He thinks it's unique, although it wasn't quite always like that…
Beginning of the school year:
‘huh… what the hell is that?’ Ace thought as he strolled down the main street. There was what appeared to be a.. girl(?) and a raccoon-like creature sweeping up leaves on the ground. Whatever, that's not the strangest part, it's whatever the hell that person is wearing. ‘it looks as if a cupcake exploded all over them’ seriously the strangest choice of clothes to be wearing as a janitor. Of course, being Ace Trappola, he obviously has to go stir up some drama, especially with that short tempered weasel.
As Ace gets closer to the pair he can hear what they're discussing. No way. the weasel doesn't know who the great seven are? That's just straight up unheard of.
“—Lady here looks like she's got some real anger management issues” this damn weasel. now I gotta say somethin’
“You seriously don't know who the queen of hearts is?” This is just sad. I explain to the creature who she is and how important she was.
“Who are you anyways?” The mysterious pink clad person asks.
“Name's Ace, Ace Trappola, I'm a freshman as of today. Nice to meetcha” the person introduces themselves with a rather… odd name. unique, something I've never heard before.
“[Name] huh… has an odd ring to it.”
I go about explaining the rest of the great seven to Grim and [Name] before deciding to get up to a bit of mischief. I mean, come on, the jokes practically write themselves with these two. A magicless janitor who dresses oddly and the weasel that set fire to the mirror chamber? they're practically asking to be made fun of.
After riling up the weasel I start walking off, can't be late to class on the first day after all. I hear Grim ranting angrily at [Name]. Hilarious. All of a sudden a blue fireball shoots past my head, just barely missing me. oh my fucking god??? this weasel wants to throw down? alright then, let's throw down.
Back to present day (post book 5):
If you were to ask Ace now, he would have much different opinions about your clothing style. Fuck he's even let you style HIM before, and he looked damn good in that dress too. He still thinks back to the first day of school sometimes and remembers what a prick he was toward you. He understands now why you dress the way you do. It makes you happy and you genuinely enjoy doing it. He will sit with you in the mornings and watch you get ready, a comfortable silence between the two of you. If anyone harasses you or says anything rude about your style he's quick to defend you—he has gotten detention more than once for beating students up over it.
