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Hello again! I am here again with some headcanons. This for a fan event that me and a friend of mine @shuji123 made up!
The event basically is based on Cinderella.
People wears magical glass slippers that leads them to the dance floor where they would dance with their fated true love. However they also been enchanted by a face blind spell that will only disappear once the dance is over.
Here is the boys reactions when they see you as their fated true love.
🌹 Riddle Rosehearts
As the enchantment shatters like spun glass, Riddle turns with a calm breath—expecting decorum.
Then he sees you.
His expression freezes. For a split second, he doesn’t speak—he just stares, eyes wide and full of quiet disbelief. “You…?” The word is barely above a whisper.
Then the guilt sets in. How many times has he scolded you for things you did with good intentions? How many times did you show him kindness anyway? He takes a step forward, voice trembling. “I… I never imagined it could be you. But… I’m glad it is.”
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♣️ Trey Clover
The moment the spell fades, Trey blinks slowly, turning toward the person who had just been laughing softly with him about his “two left feet.”
“Y/N?”
His smile comes easily—gentle, warm, a little shy around the edges. “Guess the stars were right—you are my perfect match.” He chuckles quietly, then takes off his glasses to clean them—nerves creeping up behind his calm demeanor. “Well, if you’ll have me… I’d be honored to keep dancing with you, glass slippers or not.”
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♦️ Cater Diamond
He opens his eyes, expecting something MagiCam-worthy. But when he sees you, he just stops.
Like the music vanished.
His painted-on grin falters for a heartbeat, replaced with something real. His brows rise—he’s stunned. Then he lets out a small, breathless laugh. “Woah. You’re seriously my match?” And then softer, “I mean… wow. It feels right.”
Then he’s back to beaming. “Gonna need a selfie with you ASAP, babe~ This moment? Totally priceless.”
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♥️ Ace Trappola
When the magic lifts, Ace looks around like “okay, let’s get this over with.”
And then—he sees You.
His entire face short-circuits.
“Wha—HUH?! You’re kidding, right?” He laughs, flustered, then rubs the back of his neck with a huff. “I mean—not that I’m complaining or anything, but seriously? You?”
Then, with a rare, genuine softness: “…Guess that explains why dancing with you didn’t suck.” He grins, cheeks red. “Don’t get used to the flattery, ‘kay?”
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♠️ Deuce Spade
The spell breaks—and Deuce turns to look at his partner, expecting someone graceful, someone elegant...
Instead, he sees you. His eyes go huge. “Y-Y/N?!”
He stumbles over his own feet. “I—I didn’t… You’re my…? Oh man.” His hands hover awkwardly like he’s not sure whether to bow or apologize. Then, slowly, a sincere smile spreads across his face.
“I’m really happy. I can’t believe it’s you… but I’m so glad it is.” He gently offers his hand again—his ears pink. “If it’s okay… can we dance one more time? Just us.”
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🦁 Leona Kingscholar
The spell lifts, and Leona exhales, impatient. He turns lazily—bored and ready to brush the whole thing off.
But then… he sees you.
His eyes narrow. Then open.
“…Tch.”
You. Of all people.
He looks away for a long moment, jaw clenched. “You?” he mutters under his breath. Not angry—afraid. Because someone like you is dangerous. You are the type that could slip under his guard and stay.
“…You’re really unlucky, you know,” he finally says, voice low. “Getting stuck with a guy like me.”
But he doesn’t walk away.
He stays.
Because deep down, maybe this cursed glass slipper finally fits.
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🐶 Ruggie Bucchi
The magic fades—and Ruggie blinks fast. His face scrunches up as he sees who it is.
“Wait… huh?! Y/N?!”
He actually chokes on his own spit, then laughs out loud in disbelief.
“Nooo way. Seriously?! You got scammed by fate, huh?” But the laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. Because behind the joke is a flash of awe, a quiet flutter of something he doesn’t think he deserves.
“You… you sure this ain’t some fluke?” he asks quietly, voice softer than usual. And when you smile at him?
He grins, a little crooked.
“…Guess I better stop skipping out on breakfast. Got someone to impress now.”
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🐺 Jack Howl
Jack feels the magic vanish—and his instincts kick in before his thoughts do. He turns and locks eyes with you.
“…!”
His mouth parts, stunned. “Y/N…?”
He’s completely still. Like someone punched him straight in the chest. His ears twitch, and he looks away almost immediately, the tips of them bright red.
“I—I don’t get it,” he says. “You… you’re always so kind. And strong. Why would someone like you be fated for someone like me?”
Then, more quietly:
“…But I’m not gonna reject it. I’ll work hard to be worthy of it. Of you.”
He gently, almost shyly, holds out his hand again.
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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto
The enchantment fades. Azul brushes a hand through his hair, ready to paste on his usual pleasant smile—
—and freezes.
His glasses nearly slip off.
“Y/N?” he breathes, startled. His brain short-circuits—surely not. Surely fate wouldn't be so cruel.
Because you’re the one person who helped him, smiled at him, saw through him without demanding a single thing.
His heart sinks.
“This must be a mistake,” he says stiffly, guarding his voice behind a businesslike tone. “You deserve someone… far more noble. Someone better.”
But when you step toward him—soft eyes, genuine smile—his walls crack just a little.
“…I’ll protect this bond,” he murmurs, barely audible. “Even if it’s fragile. Even if it’s foolish.”
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🍄🟫 Jade Leech
The magic lifts. Jade’s ever-present grin flickers into something still. Almost… unreadable.
“Well,” he says smoothly, tilting his head as he stares directly at her. “How utterly unexpected.”
And yet—his heart skips.
You are the one?
The gentle, intuitive person who treated even him with warmth? The one who brought him wildflowers once, just because?
He steps closer with deliberate calm, but there’s a rare glint in his eye—something almost reverent.
“…You do realize what this means, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You’ve wandered into very deep waters, dear Y/N.”
His smile returns—still sharp, but now laced with something tender.
“I hope you’ll let me keep you safe in them.”
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🦈 Floyd Leech
The second the spell breaks, Floyd whips around in excitement.
“Oi~! Who’s my shrimpy fate—”
Then sees you.
Stares.
Eyes wide. Expression unreadable. For a long second, he’s just… silent.
“…Eh?”
Then it hits.
Like lightning.
A gigantic grin spreads across his face.
“EH?? SHRIMPY?? YOU’RE MINE?? AHAHAHA!! THIS IS SO FUNNY!!”
He grabs you, spins you around. “Now you can’t escape, y’know? Not from fate~!”
But even through the playful tone, there’s a weird softness in his eyes when he looks at you.
“…You really danced with me, huh?” he says, quieter now. “Guess you’re stuck with me forever, Y/N~ …That okay?”
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☀️ Kalim Al-Asim
The moment the magic lifts, Kalim gasps—
“Y/N?!”
He beams, eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. It’s not confusion—it’s pure, overflowing joy.
He clasps your hands instantly.
“I can’t believe it was you! That’s amazing! I knew you felt so warm—but you?!”
And then? He laughs. Bright and loud and full of delight.
He whirls you into another impromptu spin. The music may be over, but Kalim is still dancing.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world! You’re my destined one?! I’m gonna tell Jamil! We’re gonna throw a whole party just for this!”
But when things quiet down, he leans in close and says more gently—
“…I really hope I can make you as happy as you make me everyday.”
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🐍 Jamil Viper
The spell breaks.
Jamil stares. His entire posture stiffens.
He looks at you like someone just told him the moon is in love with the sea.
“You—”
He stops himself.
His heart is racing.
Not because you’re unsuitable. But because you are everything he never dared imagine he could have.
Someone too kind. Too selfless. Too good.
And you are his?
He steps back slightly, gaze guarded, walls going up by instinct.
“…This doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Fate must be mistaken.”
But then he sees your eyes—that look—and his breath hitches.
You're not afraid. You are not second-guessing. You’re just there. Standing there with open arms.
And something inside Jamil breaks—in the best way. His arms wrapped around you.
“…Don’t disappear,” he says quietly. “If this is real… then stay.”
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💄 Vil Schoenheit
The moment the spell fades and your face becomes clear, Vil’s breath halts.
His eyes widen just a little—barely perceptible to others, but a storm of surprise in his heart.
“…You.”
He says it softly. Like a revelation.
Not in disdain.
Not in disappointment.
But with a kind of reverence he didn’t know he was capable of.
“You’re… my fated one?”
Vil steps closer. He studies you—truly sees you.
Not just your softness or your sweetness—but your strength too. The quiet kind. The kind that shines brightest under pressure.
He exhales, then offers you a hand once more.
“Then I am lucky. Because to be paired with someone like you—someone so sincere… I must be doing something right.”
And though he hides it well, there’s a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
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🏹 Rook Hunt
“Mon dieu…”
The moment he sees you, Rook presses a hand to his heart like he’s been shot.
His entire face lights up—thrilled, amazed, deeply enchanted.
“Quelle beauté, quelle grâce—! My dear, to think it was you! My heart knew your soul long before my eyes saw your face!”
He circles around you with practiced grace, admiring every gesture, every shift of expression. Not to make you uncomfortable—but like a painter taking in their muse.
“It must be fate. There’s no other explanation for the perfection of this pairing!”
He kisses your hand dramatically.
“I shall devote myself to uncovering every layer of your mystery, ma colombe. This is but the beginning of our story~”
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🍎 Epel Felmier
“...Wait. Y/N?”
He freezes.
Stares.
His ears go red instantly.
“Wha—You—you’re the person I was dancing with?!”
It short-circuits his brain.
Sure, it felt nice during the dance. Gentle. Comforting. But You?!
He splutters. He’s embarrassed. He doesn't know where to look. His image!! What would Vil say?!
“…W-Well, it’s not like I’m upset or nothin’! I mean, you’re great! I just—uh—wow, seriously? You?”
Then, sheepishly, he mutters under his breath:
“…I guess I’m kinda glad it was you.”
But he won’t say it again.
Unless you asks. (Then maybe.)
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💻 Idia Shroud
"..."
The silence lasts too long.
The second your face comes into focus, Idia freezes like a computer crashing mid-update.
No words. Just big, horrified eyes and visible internal screaming.
“Y/N?! A-Are you sure the spell's not glitching? Maybe it didn’t update—Did anyone patch-check this thing—?!”
His hair flares pink and blue in chaotic, panicked pulses.
Because out of everyone, it had to be you.
The person who brings food to his dorm, talks gently to Ortho, and—worse of all—smiles at him like he’s someone worth smiling at.
He flails for an escape route, mumbles excuses, nearly trips over the hem of his coat—
But before he can run off, he glances back.
You’re still there. Looking at him. Softly. Not laughing. Not mocking. Just… warm.
And he short-circuits again.
“...N-No way someone like you got stuck with someone like me…”
Yet maybe—just maybe—a part of him is happy.
(Ortho will never let him live it down.)
Ortho beams like a kid on their birthday.
Then, more seriously, he floats up a little closer.
“...Please be patient with Nii-san. He gets scared easily. But I think you might be the one person brave enough to reach him.”
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🐉 Malleus Draconia
The spell breaks—and he blinks.
You.
You were the one he’d danced with. The one who laughed so gently at his awkward steps. Who offered their hand without hesitation. Who didn’t shy away from the magic in the air—or in him.
A long silence. His expression unreadable at first.
Then, a slow, blooming smile—one that feels like dusk melting into moonlight.
“So… it was you.”
His voice is deep, low, fond.
He gently holds your hand—carefully, reverently. Not as a prince, but as someone who’s been alone for a very long time, and now finds himself seen.
“I have never dare to dream of having someone that the stars sent for me,” he murmurs, “and yet here you are. A light that chose to walk with a shadow.”
He bows over your hand—no grandeur, no theatrics. Just genuine warmth.
“If you will allow it… I would like to remain at your side for all the dances yet to come.”
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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge
“Oh ho~?”
The moment the spell lifts and he sees you, Lilia’s eyes sparkle with mischief—and something softer underneath.
“Well, well, well. I must have done something good if the stars paired me with you~.”
He takes your hand with a little flourish, still playful—but there’s a rare sincerity in the way his gloved fingers curl around yours.
“You were quite the enchanting partner. Even with the mystery magic... I felt it was you.”
His tone dips briefly, more honest.
“You remind me of the world I used to dream of. Soft, but strong. Kind, but never naive. Someone who could weather even the harshest of times with their heart still intact.”
He winks. “Looks like I just found a reason to stay here a while longer.”
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⚡ Sebek Zigvolt
“…!!!”
Sebek freezes. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.
“Y-You—!? Y/N?!”
His face turns bright red.
He is absolutely malfunctioning.
“I- I mean— IT IS AN HONOR! A-AN UNEXPECTED ONE! TO BE DESTINED —TO YOU!”
He straightens up immediately, hand over his heart like he’s pledging to protect you in battle for the rest of his life.
(Which, let’s be honest, he might.)
“You danced… excellently! Yes! You upheld the decorum of the event beautifully! The grace, the dignity—! I was impressed! No—moved!”
He pauses. Lowers his voice, just barely.
“…You’re very gentle. Even to someone like me. That’s… I’ll treasure that.”
He bows stiffly, then softly says:
“I’ll guard you as if you were royalty.”
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🌘 Silver
He blinks slowly.
“…It was you?”
He sounds… a little dazed. He hadn’t expected it. But as he looks at you, something quiet and peaceful settles behind his eyes.
“…That makes sense.”
There’s a slight flush on his cheeks, but his voice is calm—serene, like morning mist.
“You’ve always made me feel at peace. Even when I’m tired, I can hear your voice and feel safe.”
He gently takes your hand and holds it like it’s something fragile. Precious.
“I would like to keep walking beside you… if you’ll let me.”
And for a moment, just one moment, you swear the usually drowsy Silver smiles—a soft, open smile, like sunlight through clouds.
Hope you guys liked them! 🥰
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Viago is perfection big bro.
viago your dedication to poisoning yourself and 'um actually'ing your recruits has made you the most attractive talon in all of antiva
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Normally, I’m not one for adding or subtracting hair for a character based on my preference, but since it was specifically mentioned into Tevinter nights, I was definitely curious. This is the best one I’ve seen. 
Lucanis in "Tevinter nights" 🖤

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Was looking for this breakdown. 🥰
Hey guys, so I made this post (major spoilers if you haven't finished Trespasser) on the Dragon Age subreddit a while ago breaking down the Lost Elf theme from Trespasser from my perspective as a classically trained cellist.
Well, someone reached out to me recently asking if they could translate my post into Korean for their blog so they could share it with Dragon Age fans in Korea. If you speak Korean, please take a look at their translation! Y'all know I love DA, so I'm excited to see the fandom has reached so many different people. A HUGE thanks to the translator for making this post accessible to a wider range of fans!
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Honestly Same 😚
So, uh…I wouldn’t be opposed to giving Najuma a half sister 👀🤭
(Sister because Hodari is 100% a girl dad)
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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
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The Little Cecelia - Masterlist
Summery: Every 100 years, the spirit of the Great Seven and their rival return. Sometimes, they attempt to right the wrongs of the past, get revenge, or relive the same story, but it all is the same - only one spirit gets their Happily Ever After.
Azul has always had a fascination with the human world, which only intensified once he met a human girl, Grace Trien. His desires to become a Great Mage of both Land and Sea and to explore the human world and all its wonders with the Tweels and Grace by his side, but Prince Rielle is willing to do what ever it takes to stop the little Cecelia from getting his Happy Ending.
Tags/Warnings (Subject to Change): Friends to Lovers; Bullying; Angst and Fluff; Body Image Issues (Azul); F!Oc is Trein's Daughter; Little Mermaid Au; Soulmates;
Chapter List:
Chapter 1: Friends
Chapter 2: Summer's End
Chapter 3: A Change in Tides
Chapter 4: To Capture a Heart
Chapter 5: The Deal
Tag List: @twistedcece @thisisafish123 @coffee-or-hot-cocoa
Notes - I have been working on this for a very long time, and I hope you all enjoy it! This is going to be part of a larger Great Seven Return AU. The Oc pairing for this story and "Prince Eric" replacement is Grace Trein. She is based off my Oc Grace Wilde so if you want to learn more about her click the link, but you can replace her name when reading if you want to read it as Yuu or another name.
If you enjoy this series and want to be tagged or have questions, please let me know! This is also on Ao3 if you want to follow it over there. Comments, likes, and Reblogs are appreciated! Please don't steal!
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i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
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In between a stardew Bally faze and Minecraft faze.
I think Stardew Valley, The Sims, and Minecraft are all in the same category of game in that you play it obsessively for weeks, losing all sense of time, and then don’t touch it for months
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Agreed. Guys you can’t keep shouting it like this.
THEY HAVE TO BE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE😨
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😭😭😭😭😭
Something that I find really interesting narratively about chapter 7 is that Malleus and Silver are foils to their parents.
Meleanor hated humans from the bottom of her heart. In part 5, she punished Silver, Sebek and MC for just looking at her by forcing them to kneel to the point they couldn’t breathe, she wishes for Malleus to be feared by all humans- not loved by all, loved by only fae and feared by only humans.
She never listened to anybody, not even Lilia who did everything he could to save and protect her.
Malleus now has formed a friendship with MC all on his own, he cared for Silver since he was a baby. He listens to Lilia’s advice and cares about what he thinks, and is always trying to connect with people better
The Knight of Dawn knew what he was doing to Meleanor and Briar Valley was wrong, he had enough sense to warn Lilia about what the Silver Owls were planning to do with the egg and give him room to escape, but he did not stand up for what was right.
The Knight couldn’t bear to go against the family that took him in, so he committed something awful simply because he was told to.
Silver, despite his fierce loyalty to Lilia and Malleus, stands up for what he knows is right even if it means going against their wishes.
Silver would never harm Malleus ever and actively works towards unity between fae and humans.
Their parents were enemies, but their sons are brothers. I love that.
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Omg I was looking for this one! Glad I found it again.
You’ve just realized something strange about the humans. They’re a race that joined the galaxy recently, but you’ve just found evidence of them already been part of it for many millennia before, but it feels like everybody’s forgotten.
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A fearful realization - Malleus X reader
A scenario in which you finally realize your feelings for the fae, however, the feeling doesn't leave you as elated as one may think.
"And thus, we have a gift prepared for all of you," Malleus Draconias voice rang through the hall of the masquerade event, confused whispers mix of excitement and nervousness rang throughout the students. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion yet a smile on your face remained nonetheless as Malleus, Azul, and Idia took center stage.
The moment he began to sing, you could have sworn you had tunnel vision. All you saw was Malleus Draconia, perfectly elegant up on that stage serenading the entire student body, yet everyone in the room seemed to just...vanish. You could feel warmth crawl up to your cheeks, your heart stinging as butterflies with sharp wings fluttered in your stomach. Had he always such a beautiful, entrancing voice? Have you ever noticed before the way he gracefully carried himself when you were so used to seeing him as an innocent student who hadn't much of a clue of common sense? When had he become such...a prince, in your eyes? These questions had pulled you away from reality for but a moment, not realizing you began to zone out as you listened to the singing until a voice pulled you out of your trance.
"(Y/N)?" Silver asked, landing a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? Your face is red. Are you sick? You must be exhausted without proper rest from the entire event," The silver-haired boy looked at you with concern in his eyes. Silver...you could trust him, right? He was like a little brother to you, a close friend, someone you could...No. You must keep this to yourself. You mustn't get so attached, your resolve must stay strong, you convinced yourself as such the moment you came to twisted wonderland.
"Sick.." You murmured, "Y-yeah something...something like that. I'm- I'm fine, Silver. Thank you though." Not fully convinced, his words were cut off as Malleus sang the high note of the song, to which your attention was quickly redirected to the tall, mesmerizing man with glowing emerald eyes that captivated your own. Your heart pounded in your chest, tingling as if pins and needles were poking rapidly at the organ. As the song came to a finish, you began to recall the entire night Malleus had done this to you somehow. Pulling you in as he had done many times before, Yet something felt...different, this time around. The whole trip to Fleur City has left your cheeks unwillingly rosy and your mind swirling in confusion, yearning for more as Malleus most likely unknowingly left you in a position of flustered heartbeats and disarray.
You kept thinking back to those moments, the way he said your name and looked at you with such tenderness before running off to save everyone, the way he always managed to find a way to be by your side, the way he thought of you as you fell with everyone else...the way he noticed you when it seemed as if you were falling behind the curtains, asking to sit by you simply to hear your thoughts when no one else seemed to particularly care. Seeing him there, the silly gargoyle-loving nerd who had spent the entire trip wishing to talk to you and be near you, under the spotlight with a little gift he had the idea of preparing...how much you admired him at this moment had been the final crack in your resolve.
"This...this is bad. really bad. My chest hurts...I.." You clutched the clothing in front of your heart, sucking in air quickly holding back stinging tears that threatened to leave your eyes. Silver tugged your arm in hopes you would move with him, to get you away from the crowd yet you wouldn't budge, your wide-eyed gaze not wavering from the draconic fae.
He's your friend. A very caring, and loving friend who simply wants another person to share his thoughts with. To him you are nothing more than that, a magicless human from another world who was eager to make friends. Nothing more...nothing..
"Your chest hurts? (y/n) What's going on? Are you alright?" You slowly turned to silver sweat beading your brow and your chest dropping into the pit of your stomach like a ball of lead slamming to the pavement. The boy was shocked to see sparkles of tears beginning to slip down your cheek running past the mask you wore.
"I think...I think I'm in love with Malleus," You spit out before you could tell yourself otherwise. Before Silver could be excited and express his joy for you confiding in him, you cut him off with a trembling hushed and panicked voice.
"And I'm terrified of it."
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I’m crying 😭
And as long as more seeds sprout and then grow
(happy 4th anniversary, Outer Wilds)
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