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hi! I recently came across your Cinderella!reader post and I really liked your writing style! so I thought about requesting Diasomnia with a Belle!reader. Take your time though! Thanks in advance and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ belle!reader ✧･ﾟ

I hope that this is to your liking, anon! I am so sorry it took so long. I have been going through things in my personal life that have taken priority over most of my social media endeavors and obligations. I hope you can find this and read >x<

Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Belle-inspired reader from RSA. Each is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: spoilers for book 5-6

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, RSA!reader, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae, takes place pre book 7

Guest Stars: Neige LeBlanche, Vil Schoenheit (mentioned)

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus is surprised to meet someone who doesn't fear him.

Few speak against him at NRC, especially with so many "fans."

This human catches him off guard in many aspects.

Why are they so absorbed by their reading?

Why aren't they scared of him?

If they aren't... might he be able to talk to them if he tried?

All valid questions, but none that Malleus actually spoke aloud.

They begin to tell Malleus they are busy reading.

They do not have time to entertain conversation.

They are polite but firm about this boundary.

Due to the defiant and outspoken nature of this human, Sebek is already up in arms while Silver is trying to mediate the argument.

Malleus isn't sure what to make of it.

As they walk away, Malleus remembers their face.

This was around the time of the VDC.

And then they just... keep running into each other.

You would think they wouldn't, but it became more and more common to see Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley, at RSA.

Friends would be one word for it, but others think [Name] might be in danger, being bothered by a scary, strong student from NRC.

The prime worrier in this way is their upperclassman, Neige.

Malleus was staring at a very sparkly boy. Were all humans this... Shiny? He was not sure, but he wanted to stop looking at him. He looked around the "radiant" student clad in white and blue, toward the true reason behind his unannounced visit which was only in a few violations of the agreement between Night Raven and Royal Sword.

"I am here to speak to [Name]," he told the boy.

The prince's voice was confident, bordering on cold, as he explained his reason once more, but the radiant student that anyone besides the sheltered fae would recognize as famed model and actor Neige LeBlanche would not budge. His eyes narrowed as an expression that Malleus wanted to describe as a pout formed.

"What do you need from them?" Neige asked.

Not used to being spoken to in such a way, Malleus paused. This would be another human who was speaking to him as an equal, and it was as startling as it was... somewhat nice, in a way. Though if his memory served him, this human was present at the VDC as a performer and was clearly already tied to a certain other housewarden. So he had best not delve further into that.

He shook his head.

"You seem to misunderstand me," he continued, "I do not want anything improper from them, only a conversation as per usual."

"Usual?" Neige seemed surprised, his frustrated expression morphing into one of confusion, "You mean all the times that you have come to this campus, sent the teachers into a flurry, was just to speak to [Name]?"

The model was at a loss for words for a count of three seconds before a smile graced his lips, promptly realizing the misunderstanding and, though he was still worried, stepping aside. Neige allowed Malleus to walk up to [Name]. They were sitting on a bench in the grassy area behind Neige while reading some kind of novel without it's jacket on.

"Thank you," Malleus told Neige, smiling a bit at him.

Neige returned the smile and laughed softly as he spoke, the epitome of all things sugary and cute. Wasn't that just what the Neige Brand was? Sparkles and purity. Angels and that kind of thing.

"Of course! Just remember that [Name] is a beloved friend of mine and I'd really hate for anything bad to happen to them."

Neige's statement was something in between a threat and a plea. He did not elaborate on it and politely gave the two space to chat. Eavesdropping wasn't very nice. He knew how it felt to be scrutinized (by the public). They did not deserve that. No one did.

"Have a nice chat! I need to get back to homework!"

He waved at Malleus before heading back towards the main building.

Without watching Neige for longer than a moment, Malleus approached the human who was still reading, seemingly lost in the world of the story within its pages and unaware of their exchange.

"[Name]," he said, calling out to get their attention.

They did not reply. He stepped closer.

"[Name]."

They turned the page. Was it so engrossing?

Malleus took a step closer and rested a hand on the top of the book, using this leverage to push it down so he could meet their eyes.

"Hello, [Name]," he greeted with a smile that couldn't be described as anything other than charming. "Is this book very interesting?"

This action startled them, and they gasped softly before they realized it was him, and they sighed, closing their book as they pulled it away from his hand. They couldn't help it as a smile graced their lips, however. Malleus had been visiting a lot, and they were getting used to his behavior, his voice, and his fae-styled sense of humor.

"It was quite good, yes," [Name] told him, "I've read it a few times, I'm at one of my favorite scenes..."

Malleus nodded.

"A very good choice, then. I may ask to see it when you're done."

They laughed at that.

"Only if you like romance plotlines as much as you like gargoyles."

Malleus grinned.

"I might if I read the right book," he told them.

"Is that so? Then I'd best give you some good choices."

They thought about it for a moment before they asked an unrelated question that had been hovering in the air around them.

"Doesn't your school question where you go when you come here? I've never been able to leave campus save for the VDC or the one time Neige held a small event in town...."

They were worried about him even when he was Malleus Draconia. He found it endearing. When was the last time someone worried for him who wasn't an obsessive fan, Lilia, or his guards?

"I have my methods. Would you be trying to visit me if you could?"

"Maybe. I did like seeing Night Raven for the VDC."

"It's shall be... a date then, whenever you're able to."

They paused.

"I'm somewhat scared of asking what you mean by that."

"...You are?"

Malleus seemed genuinely concerned, and they let out a soft laugh.

"Not truly, just nervous."

"Oh. I see. No need to be nervous, [Name]. You would be safe with me," Malleus assured them with yet another smile.

"Then I'd be glad to visit when I can, Malleus," they agreed, pausing before adding a final caveat, "Just please assure me Sebek won't throw a fit again..."

"I will ask him not to."

"Thank you."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia thinks that this person is rather interesting, so he seeks to interact with them more, even if the circumstances of them running into each other seem more and more ridiculous.

They don't seem to be as phased by him, and that just makes him want to try harder. He loves the quiet ones. Or so he says.

It's fun to make people who seem serious and quiet express themselves. Something like that. Silver explains this at some point.

Lilia gets a kick out of startling [Name] from their reading.

He also liked to find a copy of the book they were reading and play devil's advocate for things, sparking debates.

[Name] likes the second male lead? Well, Lilia likes the first.

[Name] loves the FL? Lilia is her enemy now.

There is a super popular series that [Name] hates? Lilia's favorite.

All in good fun, though, nothing world-ending.

He really is quite fond of them. They remind him of something.

Isn't it interesting to find things you thought were lost forever?

Lilia smirked as he closed in on the unsuspecting student from their rival school, appearing suddenly before them, upside-down. He loved doing this kind of thing; it was the highlight of his day.

"Hello, [Name]!"

"Aa! Lilia!" [Name] exclaimed, jumping slightly, "What are you doing here?"

It was getting progressively more odd, the circumstances in which they would meet the Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. First he was hanging around Royal Sword and now he was meeting up with them in the town between the two schools on Sage Island.

It was... weird. But they found they didn't mind the company.

"I was hoping we would run into each other~"

He was smirking. Why was he smirking like that? Suspicious.

"Were you? I didn't know you liked this little shop, Lilia."

They had never seen him here before. But people were entitled to their likes and dislikes. They never claimed to know everything about him. In fact, they didn't think they knew much about him at all.

And, it was a small hole in the wall of a bookshop.

Lilia shrugged.

"I don't."

They raised an eyebrow. What in the world? Was he talking about?

"That makes it even weirder that you are here."

The fae wiggled his eyebrows and let out a giggle. He was always strange, [Name] would give him that. But they kind of... liked it.

"Curious about me now, [Name]?"

They sighed. Maybe he was right, but they didn't want to admit it.

"Perhaps..." they managed to say.

And Lilia smiled at that answer.

Why was he always so smiley about everything? Still, it was nice to chat with him. Just when they thought he wouldn't show up as he always did, he surprised them. It was like a ritual of theirs.

"Anyhow. What are you buying here?"

He peered into their armful of books. So many of them.

Why were they buying so many? It was more than three. That's a lot, right? Oh! But they just had so many favorites. Choice paralysis? Perhaps? Something of that nature.

"These are some of my favorite books that I don't own yet."

They had read them by borrowing copies from the school library.

"Oh? Well, why don't you allow a gentleman to treat you?"

They weren't sure what he meant until he followed them into the line for the register and paid for their books. All of them! That wasn't a cheap price, mind you. Where was he getting such funds?

They didn't even want to ask as they felt heat on their cheeks.

"Thank you, Lilia... I really do appreciate this...!"

"You're very welcome!"

That sure is one way to get someone's heart racing.

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Silver

Silver honestly gets along with everyone, so it's no surprise he and [Name] have positive views of each other.

There aren't many people who get an inherently bad vibe from him.

And, even if his strength did scare people, the woodland creatures sometimes hitching a ride on his shoulders help lessen tensions.

Invited to the VDC to serve as protection for Malleus, Silver is impressed to see so many talented performers.

He wasn't aware that Vil Schoenheit was that famous.

And... even if he was. Wasn't he a model? Not a... pop star?

Silver and [Name], as is often the case with Silver, have a meetcute at the VDC as [Name] is trying to find the dressing room of Neige LeBlanche. Silver ends up accompanying them there after.

They keep in contact, and [Name] finds out that Silver texts about as stiffly as he speaks half the time.

Despite the tensions between campuses, Silver and [Name] end up meeting in town on the weekends, having become something akin to friends.

Malleus has never met [Name], and Lilia has only observed them from afar, but [Name] knows of them from Silver.

Sebek, however, [Name] has had the pleasure—or maybe displeasure, given how much yelling happened—of meeting him.

Silver was just doing his job. That was the simple way of saying it. He was surveying the area to make sure the VDC premises were safe for Malleus and his father. Though the light-haired boy noted that he may have walked a bit further than needed, that was alright. It only meant that he was taking this job seriously.

He turned the corner and was met with the surprised expression of another student, who immediately flew backward as their eyes met, distancing themselves from him.

Silver noticed a book tucked under one of their arms.

Were they... He didn't get to finish that thought.

"I am so sorry!" they called out to him, "I'm a bit turned around."

"You're... lost?" Silver replied, cocking his head to the side, "That's not good. Do you... need help?"

They thought about it for a moment, hesitant to accept help from the student who was, by all means, a bit intimidating in his uniform and with his strong build. But they sighed after some deliberation.

"Yes, I would like some help," they admitted, "I'm [Name]."

They held their empty hand out to shake his. He grasped it firmly. It was customary to shake someone's hand like this, right? He did not want to do anything that would reflect badly on the prince or their dorm (especially when he had Sebek to worry about all the same).

"Silver, nice to meet you," he offered, "Where are you trying to go?"

He took a moment to observe them more carefully now, having stopped assessing them when he ascertained they were not a threat, studying their clothing and sparkling brooch. An RSA student?

"I'm looking for Neige, Neige LeBlanche..."

"Your friend?" he asked them, not recognizing the name.

[Name]'s eyes narrowed slightly, but they did not let on a reason why.

"Yes. He's performing in the show today and I need to find him again," they said, "But I'm terribly unlucky and can't find the directions I swore he gave me..."

They trailed off for a moment, a pout gracing their features as the biggest "failure" of the event, in their mind, seemed to be that they couldn't handle this themself. Begrudgingly but graciously, they had accepted the help of a NRC student they did not know. All despite the strong and long-held rivalry the two schools had.

"The dressing rooms should be closer to the stage," Silver commented, pointing toward the marked-off area where security was keeping the public at bay. It was rehearsal time, Silver had heard someone say. Why did this person need to get to a performer now?.

[Name] nodded, flushing slightly at the fact that they were this turned around. It was embarrassing to think this stranger knew only this much about them, that they had gotten themselves lost. It would be even worse if they admitted Neige had invited them to see the rehearsal with a staff pass... Yet they had still managed to get turned around.

"Thank you for helping me!" they told Silver, stepping in the direction he pointed, only to be swept up by a crowd of people moving away from the venue and toward the lines.

What in the world? People ran by, shoving [Name] without hesitation. As they almost fell, a strong arm caught them before moving away. No... they weren't going to comment on that. They nodded to Silver as a nonverbal show of their gratitude.

"Neige is performing for the people in the standby line!" someone shouted as they ran by, followed by a whole camera crew.

Really... What in the world was going on?

The people were all shouting and clamoring to get over to where Neige was standing on a makeshift stage and singing some of his most popular songs for his adoring fans. It was an odd sight, but [Name] always knew their friend to be a a kind person.

Maybe he felt bad for the people waiting?

It was strange enough that [Name] wanted to know what was going on, turning to face the venue, they were surprised to see the sky filling with rain clouds and a strange purple hue growing from the coliseum.

Okay. What was that?

They blinked, rubbing their eyes before looking again. It was there. But everyone seemed to be flocking towards Neige. And he was the reason they had come to NRC to begin with, right? So they ignored it. Hopefully, it would be okay, a trick of the light.

Their priority, they told themself, was to make sure Neige and the boys were alright. Ah... But they knew better than to just abandon someone who had saved them now twice in a day.

"Silver, if you have some time, would you like to meet Neige?" they offered, "He's a bit energetic sometimes, but he loves to meet new people.... Only if you want to, of course."

Silver thought about it, torn between the invitation from his new acquaintance and the job he was doing. Arguably, the area seemed safe at least outside the coliseum. Slowly, he nodded.

"Thank you, I'd like that."

With that, they walked over to Neige, who was finishing the last line of a song. He turned to [Name] and instantly cried out their name as he reached to pull them, and with them, Silver, closer.

"There you are, [Name]! We were worried about you!" Neige said, looking them over to make sure they were okay, "Who's this?"

"This is Silver," [Name] introduced him, "He goes to Night Raven."

Something sparkled in the raven-haired boy's eyes.

"Oh? You're so lucky, you always meet people as though you live in the novels you read!" Neige told them, laughing when they tried to argue his life was more magical as a celebrity, "Reality can be much more special than a life of glamorously grueling work..."

Neige offered both [Name] and Silver a smile.

"Just invite me to that special celebration if you two really do hit it off, okay?" Neige said, gearing up for another little song for the cheering crowd that was growing bored of only the dwarves.

Silver and [Name] exchanged a look, both looking just a tad sheepish as they watched Neige head back into the thick of it to sing perhaps a sixth song for the growing crowd. Were there more people here?

"Should we at least trade numbers, then, male love interest?" [Name] asked Silver, making such a bad joke that it only made their own face redden.

"Sure," Silver agreed, entering his number into the phone they held out to them as he remained somehow unaware of Neige's implications.

And that was... how it began.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is actually very fond of [Name]!

He has been since meeting them at the VDC.

He is less fond of [Name]'s chipper friend[?] Neige.

[Name] is smart and studious. Impressive... for a human!

They are also maybe pretty. But he will deny saying it.

People are often floored when Sebek is nice if [Name] asks.

Lilia finds it funny that Sebek-chan has a crush (lmao).

Silver, being a himbo, accidentally gives problematic advice.

[Name] has never met Malleus before.

He's always... not present? at events? They don't get it-

Sebek seems to respect the man he works for, though! :)

The two of them exist in a limbo where everyone believes they must be dating, but they are, in fact, not dating!

Rather, [Name] doesn't seem to like the idea of marriage much.

To [Name], adventure and learning are the most important!

Maybe that's why Vil says that they have "respectable priorities."

Good luck with them, Sebek! You'll need to persevere! 💪

Sebek liked them. He really liked them. But what did he say? What did he do? They seemed so opposed to the idea that it was almost heartbreaking, but Sebek was not a quitter. No, he was quite the reverse of that. Actually, many people would probably say they wish Sebek had given up on some of his other habits.

"I'm going to go talk to them!"

That was what he had told Lilia in the morning, with the older fae finding the situation amusing and giving him permission to go into the city even though it was not a school break. Something distracted Sebek from guarding Malleus? This was worth bending the rules.

Or, that's how Lilia felt about it.

Sebek made his way across Sage Island toward the campus of their rival school. He had called ahead by phone, something he learned from his human parent that was customary, and let them know he was coming by. They did not seem particularly enthused by his yelling about proving a point, but agreed nonetheless to see him.

It was not a short walk, but he arrived, seeing them standing outside the school gate waiting for him, reading a book as they did, some kind of autobiography from the looks of the cover that was half-obscured by their hand.

"[NAME]!" Sebek called out, rushing over to them with such vigor that he startled them slightly.

The sudden appearance of the first-year Night Raven student made [Name] jolt enough to almost drop the book.

"Hello," [Name] greeted, closing their book, "How are you?"

Sebek was somehow now out of breath. Guard training? Surprisingly, he quieted after they turned to face him, having been scolded once at a prior date about being "too loud when you're right in my ear, don't do that, Sebek, please?" And so he listened.

"I'm fine. I came here to prove my point to you!"

"Your point, Seb?" they questioned, eyes narrowing slightly.

"You said that marriage is pointless."

Sebek seems offended. But he did have the tendency to be...

"That was a week ago," [Name] reminded.

Sebek glared at them lightly, the expression made even more intense by his eyebrows. [Name] didn't bat an eye at it; they welcomed the challenge.

"I still think the argument stands, [Name]."

"Why is this so important to you?" they asked again.

"Because marriage is important!" he argued, voice rising a tad.

"You sound like a girl from a fairytale."

[Name]'s comment caused them to laugh.

"I do?"

Sebek was bewildered, and [Name] just nodded.

"Yes..."

Sebek paused.

"Oh. Is that bad?"

He seemed genuinely concerned that they were saying they disliked an aspect of him, and they almost felt bad for teasing him.

"No, it's annoyingly endearing, Seb."

They meant what they said.

"Ah..."

His face grew red as he remained silent. Endearing? Ahh...

"So, your evidence?" [Name] prompted, returning them to their debate, "What do you have that can prove it to me?"

"My parents are married, and they seem happy enough!"

That was a cute argument [Name], though, but they had one too.

"What about failed marriages? There's plenty of those."

He sighed, giving them a look. He was basically pouting.

"Must you always be such a pessimist??"

They smirked at him, an expression that seemed out of place when they were normally a rather sweet person to others.

"I prefer realist, but sometimes you have to look at facts."

Sebek scoffed.

"But!" he started strong, yet couldn't find his sentence.

"But? Seriously, Seb. Why is this so important to you?" they asked, voice becoming more gentle though it had never been angry during their debate, "You're acting like people get married as soon as they enter high school."

"I don't think that! Not right now! We're too young to marry now."

He seemed flustered, and they couldn't help but push him further.

"We're getting married? Are you proposing?"

It was a genuine question. A smile graced their lips. Sebek was much nicer than that boorish brute who proposed to them when they were younger, the kind of guy who wanted to be strong and have a partner just to flaunt the fact of having one. Disgusting.

Sebek's flush deepened.

"No, I... You. We're not. Unless you want to??"

[Name] thought about it. Maybe they did. But they didn't want to admit that, not yet. A friendly as they might be... that was still far away from marriage. Right? Maybe they should ask someone about it. Did anyone have any experience? Neige probably got marriage proposals all the time as a celebrity...

"Maybe you're right, Sebek."

Neither said anything more on the subject but both seemed to understand that something had changed as they found a spot to sit in the RSA gardens to play a quick game of catch up before Sebek really did need to head back to his own campus.

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