i would like to gently touch his face no freaky stuff i want to hold his face in my hands and say wow you are so pretty silver vanrouge please come kiss me and then we kiss and then i wake up and cry
Same Cinderella-anon, just with more ideas I forgot to add in the first ask! maybe with reader being Trein's grandchild, having to go to NRC because he needs something and asked reader to bring it to him and Silver and reader being surprised at seeing each other again idk. anyways, have a good day and thanks in advance again!
cinderella!reader is trein's grandchild ✧･ﾟ
Summary: The reader is actually Trein's grandchild. They visit NRC campus at their grandfather's instruction and run into Silver again.
TW/CW: This is a continuation of THIS POST, minor B7 spoilers
Notes: The reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, pre-relationship, familial headcanons as well
Guest Stars: Divus Crewel, Sebek Zigvolt
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It would seem Professor Trein needs some help that only his dearest grandchild can assist with. They attend Royal Sword Academy, and Professor Trein, or rather, Grandpa Mozus, would like access to some historical documents from the RSA library.
Can [Name] help him?
Surely they can. They love their grandfather.
And it would mean getting to visit the school across the island again.
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Mozus Trein
Trein is very protective of his grandchild.
If he seems stern in class, it doubles when his grandchild is there.
He has a complex relationship with [Name]'s parents due to the strained relationship he had with his daughter towards her entry into adulthood. They do not hate each other, though.
He loves them, but his love is firm and strict at times.
Gawking at his grandchild earns you detention.
The other staff are all familiar with [Name].
Trein talks about them and how one of the reasons he had looked into teaching at RSA was to be closer to them.
He was worried about them.
They are an innocent spirit who is too trusting, too accepting.
He is strict with them because he thinks they will get hurt.
The outside world is a scary place where grandpa can't protect them from the monsters out there, the bad apples...
When his grandchild visits, which happens sporadically but more often than one might imagine, Crewel is also tasked with looking over them. As per Trein's request (read: instruction).
Trein believes that his grandchild would be less embarrassed if it were not him at every turn checking on them. He trusts Crewel.
Sometimes, Trein thinks about leaving NRC to be with his grandchild, but he always decides to stay for his students.
Trein wishes that [Name] went to NRC, but they aren't the type the Dark Mirror would choose; they are a might magic user with a pure soul, after all. The very image of an RSA student.
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Silver
Silver continued to think about [Name]. Who were they?
A student, but not from NRC. From RSA, then?
Why couldn't he forget them? What was this?
He chooses not to trouble his family with it.
He is nearly an adult; he can figure this out for himself.
That said, he didn't expect them to be related to Professor Trein.
Silver was not aware of the professor's personal life.
Why would he be?
It doesn't change his opinion of [Name] as a friendly person.
But he is more wary now. He has heard that Professor Trein is... protective. And he doesn't blame the professor.
But Silver does not want to bring any trouble to his Master.
Silver wonders if it is worth pursuing such a curiosity.
And then it happens, all because of the narrative.
Silver and [Name] have their SECOND Meet-Cute.
Silver can't say he expected things to turn out like this!
Silver was trying his best to ignore Sebek's words echoing in his head. He should focus instead of daydream about a stranger. Sebek was right about that much, but that didn't mean ignoring every other living person on his island. He was his Master's guard, but he was also a student, and students should engage with the community or something like that.
He sighed softly, and he continued down the hall, making the mistake of not looking ahead of him and crashing into the person ahead of him. While no one was injured, it did leave the load they were carrying scattered across the hallway floor.
"I'm sorry..." Silver said, "Let me help with that."
He reached down to pick up one of the large textbooks from the floor, hand brushing against theirs. Silver looked toward them to see... [Name]? The same person from before? The very person he had been thinking of. Was this some kind of fateful encounter? Others had mentioned these to him... He could think about that later.
"Hello again. I am sorry to... cause this."
He looked almost sheepish as they waved it off, trying to tell him that there wasn't any harm done to them or their books. Regardless, Silver helped them gather the books into their arms again, taking a few to carry himself so that [Name] could see what was ahead of them.
"It's really alright. I couldn't see over the books either."
They look a bit embarrassed.
"[Name]... Why do you have," Silver paused to count them, "...twelve textbooks?"
Their embarrassment grew as an awkward smile graced their lips.
"My Granpa Mozus wanted me to bring these over from Royal Sword," they explained, "So I came here with the Headmage's permission to deliver... all of these."
Though their arms were still filled with books, they managed to make a gesture toward the books Silver carried for them.
He nodded.
"I understand. I will help you take these to your grandfather."
[Name] wondered if Silver was aware of what their grandfather was. If he knew, he certainly didn't act that way. He said nothing. It was almost refreshing to them to not have a grand reaction about it all.
That said, [Name] noted that the louder boy who was with Silver the last time was not here. He seemed as though he might react if [Name] told him their lineage. What was his name again? Sebastian?
They brushed the thought away and continued to walk down the hallway with Silver, headed toward the classroom their grandfather had said was his. He was a history teacher.
Stopping at the door, Silver knocked instead of [Name] simply due to the fact that he could support his stack of books with one arm. This was something that [Name] was trying not to gawk at. This boy sure was strong, then and again, his arms were rather strong-looking.
Did he not say he worked for his "master" the last time?
They were thinking about it again. There wasn't anyone like that at Royal Sword. Sure, some students helped the dorm leaders... But that wasn't... master and servant? Right? [Name] felt their head spin.
A voice came from inside the room, but it was not their grandfather's. It was a masculine one, slightly teasing as if testing them...
"Whatever might you need from us now?"
[Name] recognized it as Divus' voice, the younger man, though he was still older than them, who worked with their grandfather. He was a teacher, too. Alchemy?
Wait.
Were they interrupting something?
"It's [Name]!" they called back to Divus, "Oh, and Silver is helping me."
"Alright then, pups. You may enter~"
[Name] walked into the room as Silver opened the door for them with his free hand. Instantly [Name] was greeted with the classroom their grandfather used, wooden desks, a chalk board, books on a shelf, and her dear grandpa sitting at his own desk front and center.
Divus had stepped back to let them get to the desk.
"Grandpa Mozus!" [Name] called, walking forward to set the books on his desk, "I got all the things you sent for!"
They smiled, an expression that Trein returned.
Silver's face paled slightly at the sudden realization; the boy always was a bit slow on the uptake with human relations that Professor Trein was "Grandpa." But he recovered quickly as he presented the rest of the books to Trein.
"Here you go, sir."
"Ah, the books. Thank you, [Name]," Trein told his beloved grandchild, "And you as well, Silver, for helping them."
[Name] grinned, proud of the fact they had accomplished the task. The look on their face made Silver smile as well. This earned him a sharp glare from Trein, much sharper than his usual expression.
They stared at each other for a moment as [Name] looked between them, unsure if they were supposed to intervene given their grandpa was his teacher... It was well within his jurisdiction.
"I trust you would never do anything untoward to my grandchild, Silver?" Trein asked the light-haired boy.
"Of course not, sir."
Silver shook his head and ignored the chuckle from Professor Crewel.
"That is good to hear."
Trein's expression softened as he turned back to [Name].
"I hope this was not too arduous a task for my youngest?"
"No, this was alright. I hope the books help," [Name] told him, "Thank you for... trusting me."
They smiled yet again, and Trein returned it, just slightly.
Silver felt as though he was intruding on a personal moment. And maybe he was. He had been thinking about [Name], but he couldn't speak about that in front of Professor Trein.... [Name] was heading back to Royal Sword after this... What a mess.
He held back the urge to sigh.
Footsteps could be heard approaching.
Oh no... Silver knew that sound anywhere.
"SILVER!"
He sighed this time, and those in the room turned to look at the doorway. [Name] was startled, whereas the professors just seemed... tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed.
There stood Sebek, out of breath slightly with furrowed brows.
"Hello, Sebek..." Silver attempted to greet but was cut off.
"WHAT HAS YOU SO BUSY? WHAT IS OUR MASTER NEEDS US?"
Silver tried to explain it.
"I was helping... a friend."
Sebek glared at [Name], recognizing them.
"THIS HUMAN AGAIN?"
[Name] flinched at the volume, and Trein decided to step in.
"Sebek Zigvolt, you will not address my grandchild that way."
Sebel was startled at the address from his professor.
"Ah, my... my apologies, professor," Sebek stammered.
There really is never a peaceful day at Night Raven College.
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Imagine the rest yourself~
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