silver vanrouge. when silver wakes up from a dream, you are the first thing he searches for.
Silver finds you in the aftermath.
Amidst the wreckage of it all, even in this world that possesses so much grandeur of magic, you are a vision that he has only ever seen in his most darling dreams; bloody and exhausted, the tips of your fingers stained black with blot─ the same colour as Malleus's hair, the same colour that the beloved Draconic Prince bleeds now as Divus fusses over him. But his brother is a Fae of the greatest breeding, a dragon's son born from acrid flame and green lightning; his skin would stitch itself back together, and he would be whole again.
Silver cannot yet say the same for himself.
He is exhausted. The sweet arms of Morpheus beckon to him, the home of his magic calling him back to that dreaded sleep. Or perhaps it is just the strain of it all, the force of his Unique Magic being stretched over so many dreams in so many hours. His boots scuff over the gravel and debris as he drags himself towards you, step by step.
"Silver?" Somewhere through the fog that clouds his eyes and the ringin in his ears, he registers the uncharacteristic softness of Sebek's voice. Silver lifts his foot to take another step, but finds the weight of his own muscle too much, and he stumbles. Sebek startles, and Silver feels him grasp his arm. "Silver! Don't─"
"I─I'm fine," Silver croaks, his voice hoarse. His eyes blur, but still you cut a figure at the center of it all, haloed by the light of the rising sun and the darkness of his brother's blood. His Sleeping Beauty, your head raising as you hear the commotion. There are more people clamouring to aid Silver, but there is only you in the reflection of his irises; your expression as your brows furrow, eyes widening as you stumble to your feet.
"Silver?" you call his name, oh-so-soft despite the distance that stands between the two of you. Silver is reminded again of that vision you in his dreams, welcoming him home in that soft voice and sweet smile. He takes another step, his body protesting.
You're a dream.
"What are you...?" Lilia croaks as he sees the beaten human passing, but his son only rests his palm over his shoulder, squeezing the small frame of his father. Silver stumbles forward as if he held the burden of a hundred heavy stones. A beat passes, and Lilia realises what he wants.
He does not stop him from reaching for it.
You had stood by now, your own exhaustion forgotten as you realise where Silver is headed. He must be a sight for sore eyes, battle-beaten and exhausted beyond all measure. And still, he has to get to you─
You're still there.
Silver recognises that you are nothing like the visage in his dreams. You had been sweeter then, softened around the edges and holding none of that bitterness you cradled to yourself in your time in Night Raven College. No overblots, no slacking headmasters─ just that little cottage and the garden in your backyard, your lover's boots tracking mud and soil over the carpet. And still he wanted─ he longed.
After that long, endless night, all he wanted was you again.
"Silver!" you gasp as you reach him, and Silver allows himself to hold you. His arms, bruised and weak as they are, wrap around your waist, holding onto you with the strength that he had lacked just earlier. "Oh, Great Seven, are you─"
"You're here," he exhales breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours. His arms shift, the scratched surface of his palms pressing to your cheeks, and he hears your breath hitch.
( He had held you like this, once upon a dream. It is only now that Silver realised how much more tender it felt in reality. )
"…Silver?"
"You're here," he whispers again, almost as if he can say nothing else. A weak laugh bubbles at his throat. "I found you."
For that single moment suspended in time, you say nothing. But then Silver feels your arms wind around his torso, reciprocating his embrace.
"You found me," you murmur, squeezing him lightly. Silver wonders, as your nails dig into his back through the fabric and leather of his uniform, if you are subconsciously trying to assure yourself that he is not a dream.
"Did you have a bad dream?" you ask him.
It takes a moment for Silver to realise you are attempting something of a joke, perhaps to ease the tension and the horror of what had just transpired and ended moments before. Another laugh bubbles at his throat, one of disbelief and such tender fondness.
"No," Silver admits honestly, pulling away. His hands cup your cheeks still, ever so gentle. "No, I didn't."
You laugh then, equal parts fond and puzzled. Silver leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours; his nose nudges against yours, his breath warm and airy and real. You shudder, clutching onto him tighter.
"What's gotten into you?" you ask with another breathless laugh, even though you are now the one clutching to him like a lifeline.
Silver lets out a slow, shuddering breath, brushing the traces of blood that still bled from a cut at your cheekbone. This close, he can count the little marks upon your skin and pinpoint the exact colour of your irises. He imagine you again in his dreamscape, domestic and sweet and oh so lovely.
"You're a dream," he says softly.
You stare at him like a deer caught in the headlight, doe eyes unblinking. Someone, perhaps his father or Sebek, chokes on their spit somewhere close by. Silver does not notice. A moment passes, then another, and then your eyes crinkle into these lovely crescent moons, and you begin to laugh.
"Well, aren't you sappy today?" you muse, lips quirking up into that soft smile that Silver oh so longs to kiss. "What's the occasion?"
He is suddenly struck with a sense of deja vu, like he had heard your words before. His heart stutters, and suddenly, he finds himself speaking, the words not properly registering in his mind before they come tumbling out of his mouth.
"I'm no prince," Silver confesses. The sun had begun its ascent in the horizon, casting a new dawn upon this land of dreams come true, but all he can see was you in the daylight, the sunbeams illuminating your lovely expression of shock. He goes on before he can stop himself. "Perhaps I could have been, once. Not anymore. I am the brother of an heir, the son of a general─ but I have neither title nor fortune to offer you."
"Silver," you say softly, breathless. Your eyes are soft, almost pitying as he seems to put himself down.
"The man who loved the woman who bore me was no different. All we have is the iron of our blade and the promise of a knight's devotion. And yet─" Silver swallows. "And yet─ And yet, I long for more with you. More than the sworn oath from a knight to his monarch─"
Sebek makes a noise of protest, only to be cut off by the swift jab of Lilia's elbow against his ribs.
"─more than a promise of a friend to be by your side."
You laugh weakly, almost unsure as you glanced around. "Silver, are we doing this here─?"
"I dreamt I was back home again," Silver goes on, cutting you off─ not too unkindly, he hopes. He understands that it is most improper to cut someone off as they are speaking, but he needs to speak first, he needed you to know all the things he did not dare to confess to you before─ "Lili─ My father, he─ he has a lovely cottage in the forest, far in the outskirts of Briar Valley. There's a garden out in the back where we grow our fruit and vegetables, and the trees in the forest bear fruit sweeter than anything you've tastes and I─ I─"
He falters then at the look in your eyes, the soft and knowing curve of your lips as he stumbles over his words. Silver looks down at the scuffed toes of his boots, swallowing once more before he speaks again.
"I─ I love─ I love you," he breathed out shakily, almost pleading for you to acknowledge the truth. You had kissed and he had held you in his arms before, but such an admission... Silver feels as though he is teetering at the edge of a cliff. "I have nothing to offer you except an oath that I will hold these affections for you dearly till the end of time and that cottage where I learned how to love and hate and live all the same─"
"Silver─"
"But just a word from you, and I will be silent forever─"
"Silver!" you raise your voice to be heard over his rambling. It is so uncharacteristic, almost odd to see this boy that had only shown his affection to you through lovely and subtle gestures and whispers rather than the bold declaration of those three certain words, awoken from his cursed sleep as a rambling, flustered mess.
Silver raises his head, helpless as you laugh sweetly at him, and he loathes to think of a world where he had never woken up and heard the true melody with his own ears again. He wants to fulfill his oath, to give you all the love he possesses in this wretched body of his, and then some.
Your fingers come to card through the matted strands of his hair, moonshine under all the dust and dirt. When your hand comes to cup his face again, tilting his head to meet your gaze, your eyes are just as lovely as he remembers in his dream.
"I love you too."
And Silver's heart sings to have its song reciprocated once again, to be loved by you as he was once upon a dream. You laugh again at the expression on his face, that sweet melody that he wants to hear for the rest of his life. He has no ring to give you now, but Lilia hollers something at him, and Silver's mind is so dazed by the smile on your face that he does not realise it until you take his face in your palms and kiss him hard.
"Come home with me?" he whispers hoarsely when you pull away, and his mouth still seeks to touch your cheek, your nose, the space between your brows. Silver loathes to part from you again. Perhaps he never will.
"Yes," you giggle, lips meeting his once again. "A thousand times, yes."
— summary; silver uses his unique magic to soothe you after you have a nightmare.
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❋ What with all the house wardens over blotting one after another, and your growing anxiety to return home, it’s no wonder that you’ve been plagued with nightmares lately, ones that have you jolting awake in the middle of the night, heart racing, gripped with a lingering sense of dread.
❋ It’s the kind of exhaustion that even your friends notice, and Grim’s especially on edge because he misses the way you’d smile when you woke up and found him curled up next to you.
❋ Like many of your concerned friends, Silver’s seen the dark half-moons ringing your eyes, how your smiles are few and far in between these days. He wishes he could help somehow — and as he drifts off to sleep that night himself, his unique magic starts to work.
❋ When his eyes flicker open once more, he finds himself in your dream, surrounded by shadows and an eerie stillness. He's trapped inside one of your nightmares. Silver feels a pang of protectiveness and moves closer, his heart stirring as he sees you curled up, tense even in your sleep.
❋ He gently takes your hand, his presence calm and grounding in the storm of your nightmare. Quietly, he begins to hum a lullaby. It’s a melody he remembers Lilia singing to him when he was younger. His voice is soft, but steady, wrapping around you like a protective charm.
A warm cradle
Starlight and joy
My eyes are watching over you still, let’s be together
With no fear, even if we wake from this dream
Sleep, sleep, my beloved child
In dreams, I pray you would be guided to walk toward the light
❋ His soothing lullaby fills your dreams, a serene contrast to the chaos of your nightmares. It brings you a sense of peace, and slowly, the nightmares fade away, replaced by a gentle warmth. You find yourself relaxing, the bitter tension in your body draining away.
❋ Though you don’t remember much of the dream when you wake up, there’s a strange peace in your heart and a vague feeling of warmth. It’s like someone was there to chase away the darkness, someone with a voice as soft as moonlight.
❋ Over the next few days, the lullaby sticks with you, and you catch yourself humming it absentmindedly as you move through the college hallways. But whenever you try to place it, it slips through your fingers like water, a memory from a far-off dream.
❋ (Okay, so you might have butchered it just a bit.)
❋ Regardless, Malleus and Lilia overhear your singing and it makes them freeze.
❋ Lilia’s eyes are practically glowing. He knows that song; he used to sing to both Silver and Malleus when they were younger.
❋ Floating over (and scaring you witless in the process), Lilia gives you a knowing smile and asks playfully, “Now, where did you hear that song, dear? It’s an old favourite of mine.”
❋ You tilt your head thoughtfully, your brow furrowing as you try to recall. “I think . . . It was in a dream?” The words feel strangely fitting, almost poetic. “Once upon a dream . . .”
❋ Lilia chuckles softly, sharing a knowing grin with Malleus. He can already guess the truth – it wasn’t Malleus who sang that song, and it definitely wasn’t him. It could only be Silver.
❋ Lilia decides to keep his son’s secret for now. He’s sure that you’ll find out for yourself one day, but for now, he’s just enjoying seeing this young love play out.
Before the asks get clogged, could I request Silver with a x reader who became a fae and is attempting to come to terms with this change? 7w7
{CHERRY MY BELOVED HELLO!!!! i love this idea ;sorbnh;roj thank you for gifting me with this owo i hope doing a full-prose-thing instead of headcanons was ok! it felt like this prompt leant itself better to it if that makes sense! }
Silver was used to very unusual things happening at NRC, especially to the first year prefect that was his partner. They had taken on overblotted housewardens, multiple other students, and even gotten the headmaster to do a tiny bit of work for once. However, this was a new breed of 'unusual', even for them.
"Silver, please, I have no idea what happened but I-"
"Calm down. Breathe. " Silver instructed them, gently rubbing their shoulders as they shook, their body curled in on itself as tears poured down their face. They nodded and tried to breathe slower, inhaling and exhaling slower each time. In, out. In, out. Slowly but surely, their sobs stopped and their limbs became less rigid, allowing Silver to get a better look at them.
They looked almost the same as before, but with pointier ears, sharper canines, and seemingly green-tinted eyes (though, as far as he could tell, they were still almost the same color as before). They had come to Diasomnia's dorm, banging on his door until he had let them in. He'd opened the door only to be met with an armful of his sobbing partner trying to explain why they were there.
"Ok. Now can you try and remember what happened? Father and Malleus might be able to help, but you need to tell me what happened." He said, still rubbing circles into their arms to keep them calm.
"I don't really know...one second, Ace, Deuce, Grim and I were messing around in the woods near Ramshackle, next thing I know I look like...this." They said, gesturing to their face. Silver frowned but nodded, trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.
"Oh my. I see why you called us."
Lilia entered the room and quickly took his place next to Silver. He gently grabbed the new fae's chin, moving their head from side to side and looking them over fully.
"Seems to be some kind of inheritance imitation magic, though I'm not sure how you'd possibly come across that in the woods." He said, frowning in thought. He promised to look into it before taking his leave, leaving Silver with the distinct impression there would be an easy fix.
There was not.
As far as Lilia, Malleus, and even some of the fae they had consulted with from home could tell, the change was permanent. Apparently it was a piece of the inheritance magic, ensuring that if someone were to try and imitate a fae they would have to make a permanent commitment. Silver grew frustrated with the dismissal everyone had towards his partner's own feelings. Everyone, even his father, seemed to think his partner was now 'better' as a fae. Clearly being a human couldn't be nearly as enjoyable...
Silver sighed and ran his fingers through said partner's hair. They had not taken the news well. Understandably so, honestly. They had unwillingly been turned into a fae and it couldn't be undone. As a bonus, everyone else seemed to be treating it as if they should be happy. They weren't.
"It'll be ok. This is a big change, and you're right to feel how you're feeling." He consoled, feeling them nod against his shoulder. Silver hummed as they shifted a bit in his lap, resting their chin on his shoulder.
"I'll be ok, I just...need to adjust. Everything feels and looks weird...my eyes work better, and I can feel magic even if I can't use it..." They explained, looking him over with their eyes. He smiled slightly, humming in understanding. He'd heard Sebek try and describe the whole magic-visualizing-thing a while ago.
"If you need help, I'm sure Sebek could help at least a bit. I don't know what you're experiencing but I'm always here to listen." He said. They smiled in response, nodding slightly. Silver smiled in return, kissing their forehead. However the next few days, weeks, months, or years went, he'd be prepared to help them feel comfortable with their mostly external changes. They would hopefully remain the same internally; the same courageous, kind, and loving person he'd first met his second year at NRC. He'd do what he could to make sure they at least kept that part of them the same.
Omg this event is adorable! Could I please request Silver and wedding? Thank you <3
WEDDING: What’s your wedding like? Is it a huge spectacle event or a small family affair? Who plans what? What is he like during the wedding?
A small, elegant family affair is much more Silver's speed when it comes to a wedding, he's content with the two of you just having the closest members of your friends and family there. You end up with a beautiful venue in the late spring, where you can have the ceremony itself outside on the edge of a small forest before heading inside for the reception and dinner. Silver is actually so excited for you to be married that he doesn't once nod off until after cake has been served to all the guests. Then you feel him slump softly against your shoulder with a contented sigh, his nose tucked inwards towards your neck and a serene smile on his face.
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ W/ silver this prompt is so perfect for him --
drabble for 1k followers event
ngl i re-read this request like 10 times trying to figure out if the one protecting was silver or the mc- i am so sorry i haven't gotten to really read up on silver or sebek but i am 90% sure it's silver whose the protector- (from the little i know)
also i'm so sorry if this wasn't as good as you hoped t_t i tried my best, but yeah- please someone tell me how silver is in general because i struggled-
You rarely talked with Silver outside of class. With that being said though, the two of you rarely talked in general. Your way of communication was often either trying to wake him up before class, or handing him a few of your notes after class if he were to fall asleep. To which he is quite grateful for, to which you're also graced with a rare smile from your fellow classmate.
But where communication fails, actions often makes up for it. Being both classmates and a part of the same club, you have noticed that Silver tend to gravitate towards you in both departments. You don't know if it's his way of repaying the favor, but it's another form of silent bonding between you two.
But Silver's tendency to fall asleep does betray him even in these instances. Like for the todays P.E session. The boy is already fast asleep by the tree and Vargas, as enthusiastic as he is about everyone participating, has foregone to wake your fellow classmate up in favor of utilizing the time.
And today had to be a sparring session. And your opponent had to be one of the Savanaclaw students, you've never had a good relationship with the students even after the whole incident of magift was solved between Diasomnia and Savanaclaw.
"So, hanging out with one of Malleus' personal bodyguards must mean you have quite the hidden strength yourself? I've always wanted to see how strong his so called bodyguards were," he sneered.
You were also, not a fighter.
"H-How about we just take it a bit easy?" you try to reason, taking a steps back from your opponent who just smirks by your hesitation. But before you could actually try to say more, Vargas blew the whistle and the beastman is already lunging at you.
But before you can dodge the punch coming your way, the student has somewhat been kicked a few yards away. Blinking in surprise, you turn your head around to see Silver beside you, rubbing his eye while letting out the hugest yawn: "You alright there, [Name]?" you nod, somewhat dioriented as your eyes turn back towards the Savanaclaw student who is still very much out cold.
How hard was that kick?
But as Silver is getting ready to turn around, you grab his pant leg, your classmate turning around with a tilt of his head in question.
And why does he still look cute even after knocking a man out cold?
"I- I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me," you murmur, giving him a small smile. Silver only blinks before chuckling, ruffling your hair: "What do you mean? It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me?" he says, bending down before inching his face closer to you with a smile, unaware of your gradually reddening face: "Or are you implying that I deserve a reward for helping you out?"
Lilia Vanrouge and Silver headcanons with a gn!S/O who leaves a trail of flowers on the ground wherever they walk? owo) Like,,, flowers basically bloom every time their feet touches the ground, and after a while they disappear-
Yessss choosing my favorite themes of course.
𝒜 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Lilia x GN!Reader| GN!Reader x Silver
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Headcanons on the two Diasomnia boys with a path blooming of flowers reader.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: None
*✧･ﾟ:͙⊱••✩••̩̩͙⊰•*✧･ﾟ:
Lilia
At first Lilia doesn't think too much of it. Using UM unconsciously was a known trait on younger generations. Especially (Y/N).
One time (Y/N) got so angry at a first year student and their path was covered in withering flowers.
Another time, Lilia did not meant to scare (Y/N) but the flowers that were already blooming burst from the horror (Y/N) experienced.
Lilia afterwards began to study even more of the flowers that would grow. From weed flowers like dandelions to roses and carnations whenever (Y/N) was affectionate.
It was really interesting seeing how (Y/N) was completely obvious on how everyone strayed away after they discovered the flowers that indicated their mood.
Watching them disappear after a while made Lilia question if the blot that released from this unconscious use of magic was starting to accumulate.
Scaring (Y/N) became a bad habit. Seeing the petals burst and land on the concrete or the floors of their dorms was too intriguing to stop this behavior.
Silver
Silver discovering of the flowers that grew whenever (Y/N) touched only reminded him of home back where he was raised by Lilia and Malleus. It did tamed a bit of a homesickness he had been experiencing.
Silver quietly commented on the flowers before (Y/N) immediately put a stop to it once they had heard him.
He frowned the rest of the day.
The next day, accompanying (Y/N) to their club activities, Silver remained quiet. Happy to see the flowers.
When the two got to the place Silver leaned over before murmuring to them.
"They're quite amazing, (Y/N)"
(Y/N) was left confused as the flowers had vanished from view along with Silver.
☆彡 Kisses from Boys Filled with Sunshine, Drowsiness, & Admiration ミ☆
🌸requested by: a dear anonymous sender
🌸synopsis: receiving kisses from three different boys, with each of them having a different way of showering you with their kisses
🌸characters: kalim al asim, silver, sebek zigvolt x the reader
🌸be cautious of: a heartbeat too fast to handle
🌸bookkeeper’s notes: my, my, mr zigvolt. you sure are a tsundere through and through.
With love, Kalim Al Asim ✧･ﾟ:
This boy will not hesitate to kiss you wherever you are. From the most boring of classes, to hallways, even PE classes.
He loves to giddily bounce up to you and peck a very quick kiss on your cheeks. He also tends to scoop up both your hands and land yet another very quick kiss on your knuckles.
When the both of you are alone however, he loves to surprise you with a plethora of kisses as he hugs you from behind.
He likes to take his time when the two of you are alone. His kisses last longer and they’re filled with more passion.
I like to think Kalim is a firm believer of true love. Because of this, every time he kisses your lips, you two feel a connection to each other you both never felt with anyone else.
He loves to give you butterfly kisses, because well as studies show, those who tend to leave butterfly kisses on their significant other are deeply and madly in love with each other. As you and Kalim are.
Sincerely, Silver ✧･ﾟ:
Soft and gentle are what describes Silver’s kisses the best.
He loves to kiss your forehead or the top of your head. Especially when you are both sitting on the grass by each other’s side, leaned against his favorite tree.
On the rare occasions you drift off into sleep before him, he’d brush a strand of hair away from your face and kiss your forehead.
His kisses last for quite a while, as his lips like to linger in the place he’d just kissed you.
Late night kisses are his favorites as well.
This is when you both are tangled in each other’s arms and embracing each other. He’d kiss the tip of your nose as you both start to get lost in the land of dreams.
Signed, Sebek Zigvolt ✧･ﾟ:
There are times in which you long for literally almost any type of kiss when you and Sebek are in public.
He would never ever kiss you when there are people around. Of course he claims that it’s a ‘disgrace’ and it’s ‘shameful’ (when in reality he would love to just swoop down and kiss your soft lips). It’s too bad he doesn’t want to let down his facade.
Even if he were to kiss you, he’d take his time and hesitate. Yes. Hesitate. He’d lean over towards you, only to be trembling and then retreating, deciding not to kiss you.
It’s not like he doesn’t want to kiss you. He just has a hard time showing you his love through his actions. And...he’s just an awkward kisser I imagine.
However if he does successfully manage to land a kiss on you, it would probably be on your cheek. And a very quick kiss at that.
This manages to fluster him to the point where he can’t even form a sentence anymore.
So most of the times, you’re the one who takes charge and just pull on his collar or tie and plant a kiss on his lips.
