Wait… so we know how in the FaT!Au its established that both Epel and his reader are actors. Imagine, horror/thriller/action movie. Or I’ll just make a freaking mafia au👍
I kind of imagine Epel to have grown taller maybe 177-180cmish (he’s just a late bloomer guys🥺) so like, attractive, highly skilled combat fighter and his super gorgeous, good with guns love…
the fans and reader absolutely adore it. Epel himself surprised how good he looks as a badass fighter in a suit, covered in soot and dried blood.
I’m a strong believer that Epel is really good with an axe/knife, 1000/10 aim, so sexy axe thrower or smth. And he helps celebrity!reader and photos of them practicing get out and go viral. I just love celebrity couple stuff🥹
You know… if only there was a writer who could do this idea……..hmmmm. I wonder 👀 (I mean you guys seemed to really like the Epel fic I wrote a while back)
Warnings!: Reader is NOT Yuu, Reader is Fae, Violence, Angst, Fluff, slight gore, Silver being self-deprecating, General!Lilia, English is NOT my first language + NOT proofread.
Warnings!: My poor baby Silver😭😭 I luv you so so so so muchhh. The scar is here guys! I’m sorry if it’s anti-climactic, I kind of used it as a trigger for Silver‘s panic😀 btw, here’s how I imagine the reader’s scar
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Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 (you’re here!)
Silver gets pulled into the darkness, now wandering his father’s dreams. He faces the truth behind his parents taking him in.
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Silver can remember the first and last time he asked his mother about the scar that seemed to make a home on her serene face.
The scar that his father often caresses gently with his fingers, while a guilty expression paints his usually smiley face. The scar that is so completely out of place on her being. That scar is invasive and angry, whilst his mother is welcoming and warm. It is a disruption, she is a stability. So on.
He was six years old.
“An accident,” his mother had responded with her usual soft voice, taking the boy into her open arms. “An accident from all those years ago, my dove.”
But even as a child, he saw the way his mother’s eyes slightly shook. Shook from what? The memory? He couldn’t bear to ask. So he never did, burying any inquiries about the dormant monster occupying his mother’s face.
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Everything is in chaos, Silver runs with Lilia through the sea of countless fighting soldiers, both fae and human alike. However, the only thing that catches his or Sebek’s attention is you. You, who is in the midst of the battlefield. The two brethren just have this disgustingly vile feeling that this is the moment. The moment neither could ever pack up the courage to ask about. The pair foolishly wish their shared thoughts were wrong.
Unfortunately, fate has not been on their sides for the last week, and today is no exception.
Yuu feels like they’re going to faint. Sebek feels sick to his stomach and Silver? Silver just watches.
He watches the way you get pinned down on the ground by some underhanded magic. He watches as the enemy—not the Dawn Knight, not some random soldier, but someone—aims to slash your frazzled wings off. He watches the way they miss, slashing a jagged iron dagger straight down your face to the top of your neck instead. He watches your wings flap in distress as vibrant crimson liquid splatters and oozes from every corner of the cut. It is almost like a heavy veil with the way it stains half of your face. He watches. Why is he just watching?! What happened?!? What’s going on????
“-ver!….ilver!!!..SILVER!!!!”
Sebek is violently shaking his shoulders. Silver blinks, he breathes, he places a wary hand on Sebek’s arm and can feel the way the younger boy is shaking. “W-what…”
“Mrah… you’ve been silent for the last 20 minutes.” Grim mutters from his position on the ground.
“A… are you okay?”Yuu asks, tightly holding onto the draconian egg, looking quite pale themselves. Wait, why would the fae let a human—no. Nevermind. He scrambles to respond, “I—“
Silver pauses as he takes in his surroundings, it seems… they got away? Teleportation spell? He doesn’t remember. He can’t remember, not when he can hear his own father’s distraught voice.
“Baur! I need another cloth!!!”
“Right away, General!!”
“DAMN IT!! You stupid, stupid bird! You call Maleanor callous yet look at you!” His words spilling out in a frenzy as he presses another cloth onto the gruesome cut. The vivid colour seems endless, bleeding through yet another towel. The thick viscous syrup seeping a burning heat onto both Lilia and your skins.
You’re lying in his arms, all four limbs limp as you fight to stay conscious. Yet your snarky statements seem to pour out as smoothly as your blood, “Y-you’re being…overdramatic, b..at.”
Even from their spot away from the haunting scene, the four students can sense everything: the unmistakably metallic copper-like scent, prickly and pungent; the preternatural petrified despair in Lilia’s voice; the limpness of your legs.
In the midst of his turmoil, Silver had been pulled down into the ‘darkness’.
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Opening his eyes, his auroral gaze trails about to take his surroundings in. Though his wondering comes to a halt at the sound of a..child?
“Wah... Waaah...”
“This place…” he mutters, though his voice is cut off by the presence of a gruff voice.
“When were we last here, my dear?”
The sound of heavy footsteps echo in the distance.
“Must be three...four hundred years ago, no? Now that a peace treaty with our neighbors has been signed, we can finally return to the Verdurous Moor.” Silver perks at the introduction of another familiar voice, his eyes attempting to unmask the hooded figures before him. Though his attempts were not in vain, as the two figures swiftly come to a halt gloved hands pulling off their individual hoods.
“It took a long time indeed to reach this point...” ‘Father?’
“Far too long.” ‘Mother?’
The boy recognises that his parents can’t see him. Though his attention directs to the face he can finally recognise: your scarred, gentle face.
“You can sense residual traces of diurnal fae magic too, right birdie?”Lilia turns to face you, his soft gaze landing on your scarred face…
“Indeed, they must have enspelled the castle to keep people away.” Your eyes meet his as you respond, your hand reaching out to clasp his. “C’mon, let’s-“
“Wah... Wah..”
Your wings flutter in recognition at the cries, “Do you hear that, Lilia?”
“That sounds like a baby crying...” His ears guides you two through the thorn-covered hallways, “It's coming from the throne room, birdie. I suppose we'll have a look.”
“Wah... WAAAH!”
“Oh my,” the startle in your voice immediately catches the attention of both Lilia and Silver. Your eyes softening as you pull the gloves off your hands, pursuing Lilia to see what you’ve found.
“An infant...” he states.
“A human infant!” You correct. Lilia scoffs lightly at your words though his smile seems to betray his portrayal of bitterness. “What is it doing here, of all places?”
“Wah... Waaah! WaaaAAAaaaH!”
“Oh hush my dear,” You whisper, lifting the crying infant into your arms. Though both you and your husband’s attention is drawn to the glowing ring around the baby’s neck. “Lilia… this ring..”
‘Is that baby...me?
Its hair isn't the same color as mine. But the eyes... They're...’
Silver’s mind wanders, no… it can’t be him. But those eyes—those auroral eyes that glimmer in the moon light and soften at your touch—are unmistakable.
He pushes his thoughts back as Lilia mutters out, “Golden hair like sunlight, and that ring... Are you...the Dawn Knight's...?”
“WAAAH! WAAAaaaAAAH!”
The child wails again.
You gently rock the child in attempts to soothe him, sharing a look of confusion with Lilia.
“That’s…” you mumble.
“No, that's not possible.” Lilia confirms with a nod, his mind replaying the history of events that took place after the war…
......
“...O cradle, would you share a few of your memories with me?”
“As fast as the days pass by, take me there in the blink of an eye.
Far Cry Cradle.”
Silver watches in silence. ‘Father's signature spell..?’
The unraveling tapestry of the past was a pitiful thing to behold. Your hand subconsciously rubbing soothing circles on the infants back, trying to smooth away a grief the child could not yet comprehend.
“Now I see, you've been sleeping in this cradle since your kingdom's fall, awaiting someone who would truly love you.” Lilia murmurs, taking the golden-haired babe by his underarms and hoisting him into the dim light. “This is the son of the Dawn Knight... The man who cut down Raverne and Maleanor...”
“WAAAaaaAAAH! WAAAH!”
“Lilia…” you warn, your voice acting as a quiet anchor.
Yet your caution seems to drift past him like smoke. Lilia’s gaze remains locked on the infant, hard and unyielding. “I could end him right here...”
The phantom of the silver-haired witness flinches, taking a heavy step backwards away from the lights. ‘Let him’ a cruel, desperate instinct clawing at his chest. ‘I deserves this.’ He’s the enemy, offspring or otherwise, he is the reason his family has faced so much ruin.
“...... “
You watch in silence, following every somber trace etched onto Lilia’s face. You know he won’t do it; he would never stain his hands with blood of an innocent infant. He won’t have the courage to face Malleus is he did, or you in that matter. “sigh”
Conceding, Lilia carefully places the crying babe back into your arms. The wailing quieting yet never entirely fading. He slides down to the stone floor below, taking the spot in front of you and allows his bare, gloveless hand to reach out and caress the jagged rigides of your scar. “But are we—no. Am I truly capable of loving a human...?”
You lean into the comfort of his palm, arms gently cradling the fragile infant. “I am not certain, my darling bat…”you whisper and gently guide his hands to hold the baby, chuckling at his sudden panic, “But I know you will give him your all. That’s the kind of man I married, after all.”
“N-no…stop, please! Father, Mother, I don't... I... I don't deserve your love and compassion.”Silver cries out into the void, spitefully glaring down at his younger self, loathing those prominent, innocent wails. “Cease it! Be quiet, you vile curse! You have no right to cry!! Can’t you see the amount of pain they must feel, just by looking at you?! I am nothing but a blight! A burden!!!”
Within the scene, Lilia laughs as he feels your fingers resting on his, “a relentless crier, isn’t he?”
“Indeed,“ a breathless laugh escaping you. “It seems he obtains a fierce spirit.”
“There, there... No need to cry.” You coo, sweeping a finger over the infant’s crinkled, red face.
“You held out a long time in that tiny little body of yours, didn’t you? Upsy-daisy!” Lilia chuckles, rising to his feet in one swift motion. He lifts the baby high, spinning around in a small circle.
“Khee hee hee, you're heavier than you look.” He smiles, adjusting his hold on the baby, letting the tiny head rest against the crook of his neck.
“This takes me back to the day Malleus hatched. You remember it well, do you not, my birdie?” He laughs warmly, extending a hand to help you stand.
As you accept his offer, you place a tender kiss to his cheek, “Like it was yesterday, my bat.”
“hic, hic Wah...”
“There, there.”he began, the now three of you slowly marching through the ruined, moonlit corridors of the castle. “Son of the Dawn Knight, today is your new birthday. As such, we shall bestow upon you a special gift.”
The both of you exchange a knowing nod before speaking an incantation in perfect unison:
“Night's blessing”
“Huh? His hair…” Silver mutters through frustrated tears, his ghost-like form still closely following the couple.
“Oh?” Lilia pauses, peering down at the baby. “I suppose the golden hair came from a diurnal fae's blessing. No matter, your moonlit hair works wonders, my boy.” He adjusts the baby in his arms, the two of sharing a laugh at the baby’s reaction to the sudden cool touch of air, “Ahhh...”
“Did all that crying leave you tuckered out?” You teasingly ponder, reaching the gates of the castle, your eyes linger on the little one’s face before you spoke. “I wonder… what’s your name, little one? Hmm? There's no name on your ring and your cradle sure didn’t hold no secrets...”
A moment of comfortable silence lingers between you and your husband, the both of you in deep thought for a suitable name.
“Oh, I got it!” Lilia breaks the silence eagerly, lifting Silver into the air, placing him directly in front of the shining moon. “Silver. For your moonlight hair... Your name as of today shall be Silver!”
He faces back to you, eyes eager and pleased.
“What say you, birdie?”
“Silver,” you attentively repeat, eyes gazing up at the raised baby. “Hmm. The colour that gilds the moon… I think it suits this one well.”
You take the baby from Lilia’s arms, tucking him into one arm and reaching your free hand to gently tease his stomach, enticing a bubbly reward from the little creature.
“Well then, Silver,” you whisper into the expanses of the brilliant night. “Just as the moon’s light illuminates the night, may it forever illuminate your every step, our most darling boy.”
Do you think we'll get a part 3 of birdie and bat? 🤔 no pressure ofc!
Dw, my dearest Anon 👍 (I’m so glad you like my little writings! I’m not very confident in my literary skills and all that so it means a lot to know that people acc enjoy these😋)
It’s on its way! I just have this really bad habit of starting new writings before finishing any of the previous ones.
Also! As I’m in Exam season rn and I don’t really want to rush any of the writings, my inconsistant uploads will deffo slow down! 😭But, I promise, Part 3 of ‘Birdie and Bat’ will be done, at the least, by the end if this week 🫶
General!Lilia Vanrouge x HalovianFae!Fem!Reader (art above is not mine, all credits go to rightful owner).
Warnings!: Reader is NOT Yuu, Reader is Female and Fae, based off the Halovian from hsr, this kind of filler, General!Lilia, undertones of some Maleanor x reader(you can probs ignore it), English is NOT my first language + not proofread.
A/N: I just wanted really wanted to put this scene in. It’s one of my favourites from book 7, you can rlly see the depth of Lilia’s care for Malleus just from this stand point alone. This a bit of a filler, I’m srry😭
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Pt.1 Pt.2 (you’re here) Pt.3
Attempting to convince a headstrong princess is a challenge. Attempting to reason with a headstrong princess while under the the threat of death is an even greater challenge
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“Maleanor!! You must be insane!” You try to reason with her. “That good-for-nothing Henrick would not have challenged you unless he has some underhanded trick. You must retreat with the egg!”
“Enough,” She places the draconian egg into your arms a familiar glimmer in her emerald eyes. “It’s been quite some time since either you or Lilia has spoken to me in this way.”
“But, what good are you now, all battered and bruised? The very notion of you protecting me in your condition is laughable. You three heed my command. Escape Castle Wildrose and deliver my egg to Castle Blackscale.”
You vehemently oppose her immediately, your arms instinctively bringing the egg closer to your chest. “What is going to happen to this egg if you perish as well?! We have already lost Raverne! What are Lilia and I supposed to do if we lose you too! This egg cannot hatch without you!!”
Maleanor’s gaze lingers on the egg before trailing up to your hardened eyes. “I would never lose to them. However…” her hands move to secure themselves on your shoulders, “Even on the off chance I fail to return, you have each other. You can hatch it in my place.” Lilia interjects, “Don't be absurd! Dragon eggs can only be hatched by their parents' magic and affection! You can't possibly expect us to hatch this egg!”
“Y/n, you love me, no?” She begins, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as your brows crease. Her attention fully back to you, her right hand moving to soothingly touch your frazzled feathers, “My dearest attendant, you and I have spent more time together than I could even remember these past hundreds of years. There is no doubt in my mind that you love me…”
Before you could even respond, she turns her gaze to Lilia. “And Lilia, you loved Raverne as well, no? My consort, the General of the Left, spent more years working with you than he did being married to me. There is no possibility that either of you could not love the child who carries both of our blood? Such a thing would be impossible. Isn't that right, Y/n? Lilia?”
“Of all the ridiculous ideas... Hm?!”
“That is not the same, and you must understand…- huh?!”
Lilia and you attempt to protest, only to be cut off by the feel of vines by your feet.
“Mrah?! What's goin' on??” Grim squirms in his place.
“These briars... Maleanor! Whatever foolish idea you've got in your head, let it go, now!” Lilia shouts, brandishing his magearm in an attempt to slash the growing vines.
“Maleanor! Now is not the time for you to be so prideful, you daft and callous lizard!!” You impugn her, stomach dropping as she lets go of your shoulders.
A scowl taking place on your usually calm face as she chuckles. “Ah Y/n, you haven’t called me so discourteously in so long. With your guidance and care, Malleus shall be the star of fortune who shines down upon all the fae of Briarland...”
You recognise the shouting of Baur and the panic of the others, but the only thing you can register is the smile on Maleanor’s face. Why is she smiling? You struggle in the vines, while Lilia seeming to be in a greater tangle than you, “Maleanor. Please, just cease this! It is not wise to do such things!”
However your plea falls upon deaf ears.
“Do be a good birdie and obey my command. Do not disappoint me, dear Y/n.” She lovingly caresses the egg before taking a step back, “Malleus... My dear, beloved child. I leave him in your hands, Lilia. Y/n. Night's blessings.”
General! Lilia Vanrouge x HalovianFae!Fem!Reader (reader is fae and based off the halovian species from hsr, she has three pairs of wings sprouting from her head 👍)
Warnings!: Reader is NOT Yuu, reader is fae, reader holds position of Lieutenant General, semi-established relationship(courting), General!Lilia, hahaha slight insinuation of Maleanor x reader but only if you squint, English is NOT my first language + not proofread. ALSO, I took some dialogue from Book 7!!
A/N: I started this at 10pm and couldn’t stop, roughly 2k words, and I kind of got a bit lazy by the end. sort of based on that little Drabble I made ages ago 👍
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Pt.1(you’re here!), Pt.2 Pt.3
On their mission to stop OB Malleus Draconia, Silver, Sebek, Grim and Yuu find themselves facing not only a war-hardened general but a very familiar winged fae.
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The clash of weapons fills the air, only to be quickly drowned out by the sound of bodies collapsing to the ground.
“Has the bat finally been worn down,” a voice rings out from above, immediately causing all four students to perk and a gruff huff to leave the lips of the esteemed general. “You needed my help this time, not very ‘general’ of you, Vanrouge.”
“Ugh, it’s you,” Lilia responds, eyes focusing on your form above, as he notice his men lower their weapons, their eyes searching the trees above for the voice. The recognisable voice working wonders to silence an army, his army—something even he struggles with from time to time.
With a voice full of taunt, yet underlined with familiarity he opens his mouth to speak, "What are you doing here? Got peckish, birdie?"
‘Birdie’..? Silver recognises that nickname anywhere. He shares a knowing look with the green-haired boy beside him, Sebek responds with a simple nod. Before either could speak up, their attention diverts to a startled Grim. “Wahh?! Let me go! Who are you? I am the Great Grim, how dare you-“
He cuts himself off with a satisfied purr. Yuu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. This being—person? Fae?—just got Grim to shut up and purr???
“What kind of direbeast are you, cutie?” Grim’s eyes widen as he recognises the nickname. It’s you! “Mrah! Y-y/n?!”
Your hooded figure lands onto the ground in one swift motion. Adjusting to cradle Grim in your arms, you chuckle as the cat-like beast melts into your arms. “That’s my name! Did Lilia mention me to you and your little human friends?”
Silver and Sebek instinctively straighten their posture, reminding themselves that this dream version of you is not their loving mother/mentor.
The pair and Yuu’s faces contort from seriousness and confusion to a united shock as you pull off your hood.
For the latter, the shock comes from meeting the three pairs of wings that sprouts out from your head, the ones you usually fold into your hair… those beautiful wings that belong to your species of fae, ‘Halovian’? Yuu believes is what Malleus had said.
For the former two, the shock is from meeting your face, your scarless face… The you they know has a sunken, atrophic scar of silver that trails linearly from your brow down to your neck, rimmed by an ashen ring. But this you? Your face is scarless, untouched porcelain painted by nothing but your expressions.
Silver’s thoughts slow down as he took in your recognisable yet foreign face. Your face that softens every time he gifts you a bundle of flowers, your face that scrunches up every time his father peppers it with kisses.
“Like I’d talk about you to anyone, human or otherwise.” Lilia responds with equal snark and mirth, snapping Silver out of his daze. Turning around to face his men he barks out, “You lot! We’re moving back to camp!! Ignore the bird, she’ll be travelling with us.”
“Yes, sir!!!” The general nods at the response and immediate action of his soldiers.
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“Y-you, I- Y-you’re Lieutenant General L/n!!” Sebek stutters out as he follows behind Lilia and you, who are trailing the troops. “Oh, no need for titles,” You insist, Grim still sitting comfortably in your arms. “Call me whatever you desire.”
“Anyways, what are you students doing all the way in our Briarland? Here to drag this stuck up bat to that magic school of yours?”
“Like hell I’d go there!” Lilia grunts, “What is a-“ “‘school established by humans going to teach me’, yes I’ve heard your rant, Lilia,” You interrupt him by stretching a wing to shove into his face. “Honestly, I don’t understand how Raverne can put up with your insistant rants about how you despise the humans.”
“Well, mother- I mean Lady L/n, we actually -uhm, are accompanying Sir Vanrouge…” He softly explains, trying not to give so much away. “We’ve been handling the meals at the campground.”
“Oh? Then I must look forward to when we reach the grounds,” You smile to yourself, eyes trailing to the quiet child stood between Silver and Sebek. You believe their name is…Yuu? “Are you alright, dearie? You’ve been on the silent end for quite the while.” Yuu perks up, still in their slight daze, “Oh, I- I just, I just have been watching your wings.” They answer, nervous at being caught.
Your wings shrink slightly at the child’s words, you’ve faced many comments on your wings before. When facing humans, most are not very fond of your wings.
Your lips shrink into a tight smile, as your eyes shift to focus on Grim’s ears. “I’m sorry, lovely. I didn’t mean to put you off…” Lilia throws a worried glance at you, however his hand freezes halfway from reaching your arm.
“HUMAN!! How dare you insinuate such an insult towards Lady Y/n-!!!”
“No! I didn’t mean-“ Yuu stumbles on their words, “they’re just so pretty, a-and it’s not something I get to see everyday so… i’m sorry if I insulted you, I swear it’s not my intention!”
“Sebek calm down, it is simply a misunderstanding.” Silver intervenes, his eyes trailing to the surprisingly soft-looking feathers of your wings. “They truly are beautiful, please don’t feel the need to hide them.”
For the rest of the journey, the silver-haired boy notices the way Lilia’s deep-red eyes keep pursuing you. Well, you did say his father was smitten since you were young.
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Arriving at the campgrounds, the group meets with a startled Baur. “Lieutenant General! What are you doing here?”
“Hm? Good to see you too, Baur.” You offer him a soft nod and a little wave. “I oversaw our dear General of the Right struggling earlier and decided to help. So now I’m here for my delicious reward!”
Silver places his hand on Yuu’s shoulder as a signal, “Ah, we’ll get cooking right away then.” Sebek eagerly nods as the three start preparing the meal.
“Wait, where’s Grim?” Yuu whispers as they stir the pot, their eyes searching around for their companion. However, the searching comes to a fast halt when their eyes land on a sleeping Grim, ensconced in the comfort of your lap.
“Erk! How dare a direbeast rest upon the Lady Y/n in her prime. The audacity!” Sebek mutters out in frustration.
“Leave it, Sebek.” Silver mediates, he lets out a fond chuckle as he continues to cut up the vegetables. “mother always had a thing for creatures, magical or otherwise.”
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“That meal was delicious! Much better than the food made by half the royal kitchen staff if I must say!” You chuckle sitting beside Lilia, while the rest rounds the campfire, Grim being returned to his usual spot perched upon Yuu’s shoulder.
“Enough chit-chat about such insignificant matters. We have a mission to accomplish.” The general clarifies. Baur, however, speaks upon his opposition before the general could go into further detail, “General! I still remain very much opposed to this! How can you allow humans to accompany our troops?!”
“If they ever slow us down, we can just ditch them.” You frown at his words, giving him a light nudge on the side. Yes, indeed you weren’t a fan of Humans yourself, but, discriminating against children? That is where you draw a fine line.
Lilia lightly grumbles in reaction before continuing with his explanation of the mission, “My real worry is Castle Wildrose. The sooner we wrap up this job, the better. I'll use whatever gets it done faster, be it fae or humans”
“You must be worried about the princess still at the castle.” Yuu perks, noticing the slight urgency in the otherwise commanding voice.
“Me? Worried about Maleanor?” He shares a look with you before he burst out into laughter, while you contain your laugh with a simple shake of your head. “It's not Her Highness I'm worried about. It's the castle itself, and OUR hide.” He uses his hand to motion towards himself and you. “The last thing I want is for the princess to destroy the whole castle in a fit of pique while we’re both gone.”
“Our princess is unruly, quick to start fights, selfish, and irascible... Not to mention incredibly spiteful.” His rant continues, and you make no motion to stop him other than a defeated nod at every word that spills from his mouth.
“Mrah! I couldn’t care less about bratty royalty,” Grim starts, a deadpan expression taking over his face. He points towards you and Lilia eagerly, ears twitching in curiosity “So, are you two married??”
“Huh?!” The sudden question startles the both of you, your wings instinctively folding to cover your face. Lilia and you had just recently started courting, but the two of you never announced it and wanted to keep the professional away from the personal. “W-well…”
“You!! How dare you ask such invasive questions! Prefect, please maintain control over your pet!!”
“Mrah?! The Great Grim is no one’s pet!”
“Enough,” Lilia interjects before chaos could ensue, “*Yawn* It's getting light out. I'm going to bed. The rest of you should get some sleep too. We're setting out eastward at noon.”
Baur responds with an obedient nod, “...Yes, sir. I hope you rest well. Night's blessings.”
“Night's blessings.”
As Lilia walks away, you also decide to stand up. “Well, I must agree with the general on this one… I shall also get some rest.”Stretching out your limbs, you give them a little wave with one of your wings before heading off, “Night’s blessings everyone.”
A chorus of ‘Night’s blessings’ trail behind you as you walk away.
“So… no one’s answered my question!” Grim exclaims in quiet frustration by the lack of answer to his question. Lowering his voice, Baur gives in to the direbeasts curiousity, “what I am about to tell you must not be talked about, understand?”
He continues after all four nod, “from what I’ve heard, Lady Y/n and the General have started courting recently. Though it’s quite hard to tell as I believe they’re keeping their work and personal relationships separate.”
“Anyways, that’s enough! The four of you should get some rest.” Baur suggests, he too feeling the weariness of fatigue.
“Yes, thank you, sir Zigvolt.” Silver responds his head already nodding off to sleep.
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The sound of a charm could be heard in the hallway of castle Wildrose before a collection of troops appear, “Rgh... Confound it... Teleportation magic definitely hurts more when you're wounded.”
You place a supporting hand onto Lilia’s shoulder, “once we see Maleanor, I’ll rush to grab a healing potion from my workroom. Just a bit longer, bat.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard you the first time…” he grunts out, accepting your support.
“Are you okay?” Yuu worries, their eyes tracing Lilia’s pained expression. “It's nothing for you to be concerned about. Now—“ he is cut off by the sound of a voice… is that singing?
“Really, now. Is this any time for singing? Has she any regard for the rest of us?” He huffs out, showing his annoyed look to you, as he barks out to the soldiers. “Come on, you lot!”
*creak*
“Lady Maleanor, are you safe?-“
*thunder*
“YOU’RE LATE, LILIA!!” A thunderous voice responds, a significant contrast to the soothing voice from earlier.
Multiple purple bolts of lightening rain down from above, nearly being dodged by all the troops. “Woah!” You swiftly avoid one that came scarily close to your body.
“My egg and I are in dire peril, yet you've been out gallivanting at your leisure!
Fools!
Idiots!
USELESS OAFS!”
“Lady Maleanor, I extend my deepest apologies for our tardiness. I can vouch for General Vanrouge, so please, do calm down!-” you nearly get hit by a bolt.
“And you!!” She faces you, her anger apparent albeit her lightening strikes lessen in frequency. “I sent you out to simply deliver a message to the Queen with direct orders to return immediately!” You take a wary step forwards.
“Where have you been?!? Do you know how wor-” she clears her throat, lowering her staff to stop the lightening attacks and turns her attention back to her egg.
‘Phew this is going to be a long journey…’ Yuu can already sense the arduousness of it all.
Guess who made some more stuff for the FaT! Au🧍-> 🙋♀️
Spam accounts for housewarden!Acey and affectionate!reader.
I like to think that Ace and Name both use their spam a lot! Being third years, I like to imagine they go to a lot of parties and do some mild (still wild) stuff so they post all those here.
They’re quite shameless too, posting post-makeout pics and other stuff (wink wink, nudge nudge)
I’m going to headcanon that the drinking age on sage island is like- 17+ or smth? Idk. So like, Ace used this account when Riddle was still around—he only shared his spam after third-year started. 😈
Your magicam posts are so cute do you plan to do anything for the second years and third years?
Omggg, first ever ask. HIII ANON 🫶🫶
To answer you question, I probably will. Making these little accounts and stuff is really really fun 😋
but I’m not sure if it should be in the FaT au or if I’m going to make a whole new au for each year… I’ve already kind of established Vil, Rook and Cater, so I might start of with those 3 first!!
Quick question though, would we prefer a new au or do we want more ‘readers’ to be established??? (or we can do some canon x canon - I have a few favs in mind🤷)
Warnings!: reader is NOT Yuu, reader is Deuce’s childhood friend, reader is kinda thirsty, Deuce is the Vice Housewarden, suggestive, allusions to sex, pet names (love, dear), Ace and his reader get a slight mention, English is not my first language + not proofread!
A/N: I live the idea that Deuce is one of the of the first in his friend group to get a girlfriend. UGHHH, he’s such a cutie 😋 Man’s Best Friend Masterlist
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‘ I get wet at the thought of you
Being a responsible guy ‘
You love your boyfriend! Being by his side in mostly every stage of his life, watching him become so responsible… he really is everything you need.
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You can’t help it. Your boyfriend is too responsible. He's too attractive!
You first met Deuce years ago. Your parents being close friends, Deuce was often at your house while his mother worked.
Your crush on him started off small: he helped you tidy up your toys. Now, from the point of view of any decent being, that is simply just kindness. But to you? That little action sparked something within your little body. Your heart would never beat normally around that boy ever again.
The second big strike came when you two were in middle school. Albeit you weren’t very happy with his delinquent ways, as a good friend you decided to be there for him whenever he needed often patching him up after fights.
You were on your way home from a club when you got cornered by some boys from your school.
To say Deuce was impressed was a massive understatement. You’ll forever remember that proud, satisfied grin he wore while bandaging your scarped fists. You gave him a soft peck as a thank you; you panicked when he fainted.
‘A little initiative can go a very long, long way’
The two of you became official during the summer before NRC. You remember the way he fiercely swore to change, not just for his mom but for you too.
“I want to be worthy of being loved by someone as amazing as you!” He exclaimed that night at the park.
He was too loveable. You practically tackled him into a hug, slipping out a confession. A very messy and gibberish-like confession, but Deuce loved it. He loved you.
‘A little communication, yes, that's my ideal foreplay’
“Thanks for doing most of the chores, dear.” you murmured over the clatter of dishes. Currently, the two of you are overseeing the kitchen duty in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Filled with first, second and third-years alike, the kitchen was as busy as the Queen’s royal court on a busy Monday.
“Why are you thanking me? I’m just doing my part, love.” Deuce responds, a smile gracing over his face as you press a peck to his cheek. Heavens, the boy is lethal.
‘I get wet at the thought of you
Being a responsible guy’
Although his nature of being unintentionally tactless remains, he truly has lived up to his words of becoming a model student. It makes your heart swell with pride whenever you see him be such a reliable upperclassman to the younger years.
Unfortunately it’s been causing you a major problem: you’ve been nibbling your lips a lot. It’s not your fault, you swear! It’s all on Deuce. Watching him be so responsible and sometimes demanding gives you this urge to pull him into an empty classroom, or deserted corridor, and just disappear for a lesson or two.
‘Tears run down my thighs’
You’ve been holding back well enough though, thank sevens third-years get their own rooms…
‘A little respect for women can get you very, very far’
Cupid’s golden arrow struck you again on Valentine’s Day. As Ace’s date wasn’t until later that evening, the two of you had the whole morning and afternoon to have your date. He drove you down to Foothill Town on his Blastcycle, carried your bag, offered his arm whenever the walkway was uneven, and took all your Magicam photos. When you walked along the seashore, he reverently carried you on his back, and best of all, presented you with a matching pair of bracelets.
‘Tears run down my thighs’
He shamelessly missed out on night patrol that night. (though he doubts any of his friends showed up either)
‘Treating me like you're supposed to do’
Both of your parents were probably the most happy with your relationship. Dylla especially loved having you around. One night, Deuce overheard her gushing to his grandmother about the way he acts around you.
To say you were the luckiest girl in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was truly an understatement. Your boyfriend is just too perfect!
Main Magicam accounts for Housewarden! Ace and his affectionate/touch statved! reader. (Private acc will be posted separately, hopefully soon)
(I have a personal preference for calling reader ‘Name’… idk, you guys tell me if you’d prefer Y/n or not)
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Housewarden! Ace:
- Third year!
- I’d like to think he was genuinely surprised when Riddle announced he’ll be Housewarden
- He takes his position quite seriously, though rules Heartslabyul in his own way ofc. Very Acey to not show his true colours.
- He’s pathetically smitten for his reader.
-One of those bfs that has a major affection gap in public vs private. And I don’t mean, touching. Boy never keeps his hands to himself. I mean, he’s extremely soft when it’s just the 2 of you.
- He posts quite a lot on Magicam. Obviously, he has his schoolmates but a lot of people find his posts alluring and overall entertaining
- Ace comes from a wealthy background (personal headcanon), so expect lots of Disney/themepark dates etc.
- Whenever he’s in one of his grumpy moods, Heartslabyul students usually look for reader, Deuce or any of the others.
- tried to get the Yuus to join Heartslabyul but immediately got turned down by all of them.
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Affectionate/touch starved!reader:
- also in third year!
- is very happy for Ace and his new position, but, gets upset often because he gets too busy sometimes.
- Ace kept tagging her in his posts, so she also got some followers.
- Best friends with celebrity!reader. They have sleepovers very often where they talk about their boyfriends and/or give advice to each other.
- Probs into stuff like photography, dressing up/cosplaying, those cute mascot characters. E.g Mofusand, Hello Kitty, Disney etc.
- as suggested from the label, touch starved and affectionate. Loves to give hugs, but, only to people within inner circle.
- when she’s with Ace, PDA 24/7 or whenever possible. Loves dangling of his arm and entwining fingers/pinkies.
- besties with Deuce’s, childhood sweetheart!reader
- also, pretty wealthy… I mean- her lifestyle of loving mascots requires at least a level of financial stability.
Short summary of the first years as third years au thing.
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Reader is NOT Yuu. nrc is a unisex school and Reader is intended to be fem! though I’ll try to keep the gender ambiguous.
All stories happen in the same world, so, each boy has their own reader. I’m still contemplating if they should make small cameos in each other’s stories.
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Housewarden Ace’s reader, I like to call affectionate/touch starved!reader. -> Magicam acc 😋Spam Acc
ViceHousewarden Deuce’s reader is childhood sweetheart!reader. -> Magicam acc
Housewarden Jack’s reader is artist!reader.
Housewarden Epel’s reader, I like to call celebrity!reader. -> magicam acc
Housewarden Sebek’s reader is introvert or streamer!reader (I haven’t decided yet)
Yuuya’s reader is officially deemed flirty!reader 😋
Ortho is decently close to all the readers, some more than other’s, e.g same club as celebrity!reader, best friends with Yuuya’s reader etc.
Also! all the Yuus we know about are included into this au (Yuuya, Yuuken, Yuuta, Yuuka, Yuuna) and they’ve been adopted by Prof. Crewel. 🦐
