A\N: A small silly drabble while I try to cook up something bigger:) Requests are open!
Dinner at Diasomnia should have been normal, but you suppose that was wishful thinking.
Nothing has been normal since you ended up in a different world.
You have grown close to Malleus over the months, he has become a close friend in your life. Thus leading you to meet not only Lilia but the two knights always by his side, Silver and Sebek.
Silver’s quiet fierceness had drawn you to him, the two of you had grown quite close.
So dinner was much anticipated, the five of you sat around the table. Malleus at the head, with Silver and Sebek seated at either side, Lilia had taken the seat next to Sebek, leaving you seated next to Silver.
The clinking of silverware echoed along with some quiet chatter.
Everything was normal, until Lilia’s voice cut through peace.
“So..you two are dating.” He states, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Silver’s fork stills.
You choke on a sip of water.
A faint flush spreads across Silver’s face.
Lilia only looks amused.
Sebek’s brows furrow and Malleus tilts his head.
It’s quiet for a moment as you regain your composure, Silver gives you a small glance, checking if you're alright before speaking.
“You knew?” Silver asks, shifting in his seat.
“Well of course, the way you two look at each other isn’t exactly subtle.” Lilia responds, the amused smirk still on his face.
You only groan.
“We were going to tell you…” Silver starts.
“I get it, young love. You're both way more obvious than you realize.” He laughs.
Malleus smirks, he knew too of course (Lilia told him). Sebek only grumbles something under his breath, surprisingly quiet for once.
“Well at least we don’t have to hide it anymore…or make any announcements.” You sigh, glancing at Silver who gives you that soft smile that makes your heart flutter.
His knee brushes yours under the table—a quiet show of affection and reassurance.
You think that’s the end of this slightly mortifying conversation but that would be too easy.
“So who confessed first?” Lilia asks, his elbows propped up on the table, his food abandoned—far more interested in your relationship.
The two of you groan, before sharing another small affectionate glance.
Pairing: Idia Shroud x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)
A/N: A short silly drabble because I feel like NRC would be hell to navigate.
You were lost.
And of all places it happened to be the Night Raven Collage library.
This was not the first time such a thing had occurred but it certainly was the worst.
At a glance the library was seemingly harmless, however whatever magic that was cast on it—made it like a maze.
You’d walked up and down the same exact isle about three times now.
This had started as a simple trip to the library to aid you in the upcoming history test for Trein’s class, but now you were lost and alone. And of course your fuzzy companion was no where to be seen.
It was a total bust, and you’d only found one book that wasn’t completely incomprehensible.
You sighed into your hand, rubbing your temples before deciding on a new strategy. Certainly there was a pattern to this maze of a library or someone around somewhere.
So you walked and walked and walked. Calling out in hopes of finding other signs of life.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huffed, leaning against a shelf as your frustration boiled over.
“Hello! Is anyone there?” You called out again, how big exactly was this library anyway.
You grumbled and started again, walking to the right around another set of bookshelves towards the right.
“Can anyone hear–“ “You’re going the wrong way.” A voice cut you off.
You paused, wiping to look around—but the area was empty.
The voice sighed.
“You should go left…then take three rights…jeez what a noob.” The voice sounded tired, like it was bored by this situation.
You glanced around, still no sign of life.
It was a ghost, it had to be.
You were no stranger to ghosts since your arrival here at NRC, but you weren’t quite expecting one to help you out of this library maze. Or that it would be so…rude…and what did it mean by noob??
Whatever that’s not the point right now, the point was you could finally get out of this place. You took a left, then paused.
“Um…thank you ...uh library ghost.” You said before moving quickly down the isles in hopes of freedom.
On your last right you made it back to the main area of the library. You let out a sigh of relief.
Your fuzzy companion jumped into your arms, almost knocking the book from your hand.
“Where have you been hench-human, I’m starvin” Grim complained.
You simply sighed, guess he didn’t suffer through the library maze.
“Alright alright, calm down. I was just grabbing a book so we don’t fail this history test.” You responded, setting the furball onto the floor.
“Come on, I think I’m sick of looking at books.” You grumbled, as he sauntered beside you rambling on about tuna.
You gave one last glance at the library before leaving, with the hope that would never happen again.
A floating tablet lingered in one of the book isles, mumbling.
“Library ghost…what sort of lame name is that? Jeez…” He mumbled.
On the other end Idia sat in his room, looking at the screen, the ramshackle prefect he thought—maybe you weren’t just a noob after all.
‘Till Death Do Us Part, For We Shall Reunite In Eternity’
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x Mortal!Reader (Silver, Sebek, Malleus Platonically)
A/N: This was fun to write, I like writing angst. I hope it’s not too OOC.
Warnings: Angst, death/dying
You knew this day would come when you fell in love with an immortal fae. It was inevitable, a fate no human could escape. However it was more painful than the ache in your bones and the decay of your mind. To part with your beloved was a fate worse than death.
Death which was staring you down, waiting as the last of your life slowly withered away.
Lilia cradled your face in his hands, smooth and youthful—a stark contrast to your wrinkled face. But that didn’t matter, it never did, not to him who loved you to your soul.
You knew your life was ending, as you had spent many years with your beloved. Even taking in a baby, now that baby had grown into a fine gentleman.
Silver stood behind his father who was seated next to your bedside. He looked older than his father now but he would always be your baby. His face was downturned, his expression wrought with sadness.
Near the door stood Sebek, he had also grown into a fine gentleman—a knight who stood by the current King. Malleus who you and Lilia cared for much like a son was now a grand ruler. But now both their faces held the same grim expressions.
Lilia brushed his thumb across your wrinkled cheek. His touch was gentle, but you could feel the slight tremble of his hand. You gave him a weak smile.
“I’m…returning to the stars.” You rasped.
“I know.”
“I love you more than anything.”
“I know.” His voice shook, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek.
“You needn’t be scared,” He whispered as if reading your thoughts. “You won’t be alone for long my dear.”
You gave a weary smile, though an immortal fae he too was reaching the end. With his magic mostly gone, he too would return to the stars soon.
Your trembling hand wrapped around his as he brought his forehead to rest against yours, closing his eyes.
“I love you my dear.” He whispered, as your own eyes closed.
You relaxed into his quiet embrace as your life drew closer to death.
Lilia listened as your heart slowed, as you drew your final breath.
His entire world disappeared in an instant, you were gone—and so was half his heart.
He felt Silver place a shaking hand on his shoulder, he could hear Sebek’s quiet sobs as Malleus’ footsteps faded down the hall.
Lilia didn’t let you go, “I’ll be with you soon, my dear.” He whispered as tears dripped down his face.
He kept his word, he did not make you wait. It was not long after your passing that he too returned to the stars.
A/N: Just a short fluffy drabble inspired by a prompt I saw on Pinterest.
You’ve lost count of how many years it’s been. Time slowly lost all meaning as your life failed to wither. The feelings you once had also faded with time, along with anyone you held any emotions towards.
But now something was different, you found yourself in a different world, with new people and new things.
One of those new things was the weird beast that was now attached to your side all the time. With fluffy fur and flaming ears Grim had found his way into your life, along with two trouble prone teens.
On one lazy afternoon you stood in ramshackle, the voices of Grim, Ace, and Deuce carried through the old dorm.
You leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, watching as they argued over the baking of cookies.
“Grim, stop eating the cookie dough!” Deuce yelled, as he tried to stop the cat-beast.
“Get your grubby paws outta here!” Ace shouted, as Grim dodged Deuce, moving to try and grab a chunk of dough with his paws.
You watched as they shouted and Grim mocked them, baking utensils clattered to the floor as they tried to stop the dough stealing gremlin.
The two stopped when they noticed your presence in the doorway.
“Jeez, could you help us out?” Ace grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s your cat.”
That caught Grim's attention, stopping his havoc.
“I am not a cat!” He shouted.
You stepped into the kitchen, moving to scoop Grim into your arms, he grumbled but didn’t fight. You looked down at him, poking his fuzzy head.
“Enough stealing cookie dough, at least wait until they’re baked.” You scolded lightly, a small smile creeped onto your face.
You looked up when you heard the clatter of a spoon, Deuce had dropped it.
“You just smiled…” Ace muttered, wearing the same shocked expression as Deuce.
You glanced between the two of them, a little confused. “Yeah, and?”
“N-nothing…it's just that you almost never smile…” Deuce mumbled.
“Hey, it’s not a bad look on you.” Ace teased, a bright smile now on his face as he bumped your shoulder.
The oven beeping caught all your guys' attention.
“We should finish these cookies.” You said as you placed Grim down, moving to help the two with the dough.
Despite the chaos of your new situation, it was surprisingly fun; you couldn’t stop the warmth from blooming in your chest as the three bickered some more while you waited.
As you pulled freshly baked cookies from the oven you realized that maybe your emotions weren’t gone like your mortality—maybe you just needed to learn how to feel again.
And maybe all it would take was two troublemaking freshmen and a fire breathing direbeast.
Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety, a little angst.
It was agonizingly familiar.
The slow creeping dread, the tightness in your chest, the tremble in your fingers.
The familiar weight of anxiety.
A constant in your life, it made no exception nor did it accept any sort of reason.
It had a vice grip on you.
Well today was just the same as any other, the same stress of being in a different world mixed with school assignments and the fifty other tasks on your plate.
Maybe it was the school work. Maybe the long list of chores. Maybe the rowdy flaming cat at your side. Or the random naggings of your “oh so gracious” headmage.
Whatever it was had your anxiety rearing its vicious head.
Even whilst trying to focus on the conversation of your friends you felt a tightness in your chest, like your lungs refused to expand fully.
A subtle tingling in your hands, mixed with a feeling of dread in your stomach. Leaving you mostly tuning out of the conversation as your mind continued to spin.
It was like a never ending carousel.
It didn’t matter that you knew rationally everything would be okay or how many times you listed off different colours you could see—it persisted nonetheless.
The irrational fears and what ifs followed you all the way back to your dorm, leaving you exhausted and on edge.
As the sky changed colours you found yourself outside, in the quiet courtyard of Ramshackle. In hopes of finally being able to get enough air into your lungs.
You saw the flicker of green lights first, then his appearance. His visits to Ramshackle were common, the fae was a steady presence.
When his gaze landed on yours his expression shifted, as if sensing your distress.
“Child of man, you seem troubled. Are you alright?”
He asked, his voice was filled with quiet concern.
You felt your chest squeeze at the concern, the feelings you’ve been trying to rein in threatening to spill over. You swallow trying to collect yourself, you knew lying would be futile to someone so attuned to your feelings.
“I….no…I’m not.” Your voice trembled at the quiet admission, the weight of your anxiety almost crushing. Your hands trembled at your side as you watched his expression flicker with concern.
He took a step closer. “Has something happened? He asked, trying to decipher the root of your distress.
Your gaze flicked up to his.
“I’m just….overwhelmed. So much is happening, it makes my chest tight like I can’t breathe. I know I’ll be okay but part of me believes that everything will go horribly wrong.” You rambled. You watched him nod, the gears turning in his head.
He extended an arm, gesturing to you to take it. When you did, you two began to walk a familiar path. He was quiet for a moment.
“There is still much I’m learning, but I think I can understand how you feel,” he began. “I feel the same when I’m around others, every time I scare them off I feel my heart sink.” He explains, his voice contemplative.
You stared at him, a little shocked that someone like him felt nervous, but it was also a little comforting.
He glanced down at you. “I wish I could do more to bring you comfort, so if you ever need me I shall answer any call.” He said, his eyes were filled with a soft devotion.
His words and soft expression made something loosen in your chest.
“Thank you Tsunotarou. I think I feel a bit better.” Your gaze met his, watching as relief flickered in his eyes.
A small smile spread across his face.
“I’m glad.” He said quietly. “Shall we continue our usual stroll?”
“Mhm, I’d like that.”
As night creeped in, the two of you talked, falling into your usual conversations. It was familiar and comforting.
And even though that fear still lingered on your chest—you could finally breathe a bit easier because everything would be okay.
A\N: I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to make requests if you have any.
A\N: This was inspired by Grim’s sleepwear card cuz I thought it was cute.
Part one
It was late in the evening, Ramshackle dorm was lively with the presence of the first years.
You have grown accustomed to their presence over the past few months, now a familiar constant in your life.
The group was currently staring at the boxes of pizza laid out on the living room table.
You watched, seated on one of the chairs sipping some apple juice that Epel had brought.
It was almost amusing how they pondered over what kind of pizza they wished to eat first.
Ace and Sebek chose first, the margarita pizza. You watched as Deuce chose a pizza with boiled eggs on top, then Jack picked deep dish one and Epel, a meat lover’s.
Ortho hovered close to you, watching alongside you; having fun just watching the group.
When the group had picked their pieces, you grabbed a slice of your choosing.
Grim had stacked a bunch of slices on top of each other, due to his inability to choose just one kind.
The group talked back and forth over food, as you observed quietly. They all fell silent when Sebek asked for a knife and fork.
As the group judged his choice of how he consumed pizza, you felt your lips twitch up, a small snort leaving you.
They glanced at you, a flicker of surprise before all falling into loud laughter that echoed through the room.
The night continued, a chaos filled one. You all ate too much food and watched nonsensical movies.
You had woken first when morning light filtered through the window.
You glanced at the group, sprawled around the living room. A small content smile was on your lips, these foolish first years had wormed their way into your once hollow heart.
Grim padded next to you, the fuzzball noting your expression.
“It all flew by so fast…” He said, you glanced down at him.
“Mm…then we should do it again sometime.” You said.
Grim looked a little shocked before grinning.
“Yeah, you’re right!”
Your gaze fell back onto the group still sleeping away, before watching the sun rise outside. It flooded into the room as it rose, the group slowly stirring. Grim already forcing them to clean up.
You watched, a content smile on your face. For once feelings had come easily, no longer a wishful dream—just a group of rowdy teens that had thawed your once time frozen feelings.
When you wake in the morning, he’s there, on his side; with a gaze full of love.
When you have breakfast he’s at the table, sat across from you as you two chat about everything.
You see him when you tend to your chores, he leans against something, a lopsided smile on his face as he gazes at you.
You see him when out on the town, he walks by your side.
He grumbles when you pick out different outfits for him, but gruffly compliments you when it’s your turn.
You see him at the bar, a glass of beer in one hand, cards in the other.
You see him when you come across a new flower, he’s already opening his journal, sketching the flower.
You see him tending to his horse with gentle care, always carrying treats on him.
And you see him at the end of the day.
When your changing he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. You feel his tension slip away as he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder. The evening full of quiet affection.
He’s everywhere you go, you see him in shop, in fields, in your home, and in other people.
But, he’s not really there—he’s been gone for a year.
Arthur’s death hurt you in ways that words can’t describe. Even though he’s gone you see him everywhere you go.
Sometimes you catch yourself waiting for him or making two portions.
You’ll never stop seeing him, but that pain in your chest will gradually dull.
But sometimes you’ll set out an extra drink and not feel like a fool.
Completely captivated by her dazzling light as her voice echoed through the arena.
Even so your fingers moved across the keys in time with the beat. Despite the loud crowd your sole focus was on the keys beneath your finger tips, each note a delicate dance of rhythm.
You had practiced into the late hours of the night, making sure it was perfect. Because she deserved nothing short of perfection. It was the only way you could repay her.
You probably would’ve given up if not for her. When you were the verge of tossing your dreams away she appeared. As radiant as the stars—the sun to your moon.
She opened a path for you to continue your passion, to allow your fingers to dance upon these keys. It brought you great satisfaction to be by her side as she shined.
Your finger hit the last note and the crowd erupted into cheers. At one point you caught her gaze as she sent you a smile that made your stomach do flips.
Now with the adrenaline of the night worn off you sat outside, leaned against a wall and watching the stars.
You glanced over your shoulder when you heard familiar footsteps. Robin stepped beside you, her green eyes flicking from your face to the stars.
“Your playing was wonderful, as always.” She said, a soft smile on her face.
“Thanks! You were amazing too, but I’m sure you’ve heard that already.” You replied with a small chuckle, she was no stranger to compliments.
She hummed, “Yeah, but it’s different when it’s you.”
“How so?” You tilted your head.
“I just feel like you see me differently, like it’s more than a simple compliment, it’s special.”
You blinked, did she know?? You had been quiet about it, trying to keep your adoration buried in fear of overwhelming her. But it seems you had underestimated her.
Her gaze landed on yours and you could feel your face heat up.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “I mean tons of people love you…a compliment from me shouldn’t feel that special.” You shifted your gaze back to the starry sky.
But your attention was quickly drawn back to her when she laughed, her face lighting up; eyes crinkling.
“I…what are you laughing at? What did I say?” You questioned, flustered and confused by her laughter.
She covered her laughter with her hand.
“Nothing, I just remembered how glad I am to have you by my side.” She said as her laughter died down into a small smile.
Your gaze shifted back to the stars, cheeks burning.
“You really enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” You grumbled, though not really upset.
“Hm, just a little.”
You could feel her gaze on you before it shifted up to the stars you were gazing upon. You felt her shift, her shoulder touching yours as the two of you enjoyed the quiet moment.
In that moment you knew; for as long as your hands shall dance upon keys, they are hers—so that her light will never fade and her song will always flourish.
