#Twisted Wonderland Silver

[jangmi-latte]

‼️ EPISODE 7 SPOILERS

"9 months in my womb making me suffer, and he looks like his STUPID DAD"

or

"queen leah's genes didn't even fight back"

[toffee4you]

Short fic based on @workoho's artwork.

I am making some assumptions here since I have not completed recent B7 chapters, but I heard equestrian club has canon fanclubs.

My formatting has gone out the window, half of this is yap. Cheers for my first time writing the reader as the Ramshackle prefect!

Content: Fluff with romantic implications, prefect!reader, established friendship, confession happens in the middle of a crowd because I think Silver has hopeless romantic brainworms. Not yet proofread.

The equestrian club was putting on a show for the cultural fair today. Normally, it would be difficult to find seats with all of the visitors pouring in—especially if you consider that some of the boys have entire fanclubs dedicated to them. Fortunately for you, each member of the equestrian club was given permission to save one seat for a guest, and Silver had offered you a front-row view. You found it a bit questionable that he did not give the seat to Lilia or Malleus, but he claimed "They would have no issue finding their own..."

15 minutes before the show begins, and you see a figure approaching your seat; it is impossible to mistake that silver hair anywhere, even when his style is different from the usual. He stops in front of you, taking a knee. You stare back in confusion, the crowd clearly sharing the same sentiments as they began to murmur at the overly-dramatic scene.

"Prefect, I hope that you will watch closely... I will do my best to stay awake and win this show, for you."

Odd. It is true that the two of you have been good friends for some months, but the gesture and the way he stared almost felt personal. As if confirming your suspicions, he took your hand into his—slowly enough for you to reject it, had you wished—then pressed a chaste kiss onto the back of it. With a smile, he stood up and left to prepare, leaving your brain in a state of chaos. Perhaps you were being delusional, and this was perfectly normal in a place like Twisted Wonderland... But the feeling of certain fans staring daggers into your back suggested otherwise.

At long last, it was time for the show. Many of the students had impressive displays, Sebek and Riddle standing out in particular. Yet, you found yourself waiting on Silver to come out, like a prince on his white horse. After all, you had to ensure your dear friend would keep his word... But perhaps you had expected too much, because his display was late. An awkward silence passed through the audience, the field abnormally vacant; You suspected one of his sleep spells got to him.

Surely enough, the next rider was Silver, mounted gallantly upon Samson. A keen eye could spot the residue drowsiness in his half-lidded gaze, yet he continued on his performance with determination. Every obstacle was vaulted flawlessly, every dressage movement executed with perfect sync between rider and horse. For his closing performance, he ran Samson around the track several more times, seemingly removing his hands from the reigns to snag a rosey red item from the surrounding shrubs each time. You could hardly make out what they were until he started wrapping them mid-performance, just enough to form a bouquet—a small one albeit, yet an incredible showcase of skill and trust to create on horseback.

Samson continued to gallop one last time around the track, reaching the front of the audience. Particularly, reeling right in front of your seat. You knew what was coming by now, but that wasn't enough time to perish the feeling of embarrassment in front of a entire crowd. Removing his helmet, Silver pressed it against his chest in a chivalrous manner, leaning slightly as he offered the heartfelt bouquet.

"Prefect, will you accept my token of love?"

Oh, how you would have smacked him on the head for saying this in front of so many people, but his honesty and innocent intentions had moved you. You gave a bashful nod, taking the bouquet from his hands before he left off-field. If the crowd had been staring daggers at you earlier, they were staring swords now. You could even see Lilia making a big commotion in his seat from your peripheral vision, Malleus giving a nod of approval.

So they did get their view after all...

Silver goes MIA because Riddle abolishes him for plucking roses.

[san-marzano]

a mimir

[yeodeoro]

do you hear that? that’s the sound of the sea whispering your name.

[blueastrum]

The Son of Sun and Moon

[zvezdacito]

🐉&⚔️ "Did you resent me?"

I was actually planning to never post this anymore since I was too tired to line/render it + I found a nice ao3 fic with a coincidentally VERY similar brotherly premise and dialogue and didn't want to get accused of anything/be redundant😭 But after looking at my sketch for it this evening I decided this was still worth posting since I like how I drew and characterized them here🔥 This style is good for anti burn out

Older brother Malleus whose teasing doubles as comfort, advice and a loving warning to not doubt their bond... yeass

[immersilly]

Morticia Dame & Silver Vanrouge Lost in the Book with Stitch Event SSR [Twisted Wonderland]

(Yuzuki + Azul!!! Yuzuki belongs to baballs_ on insta)

[shojostwistedwonderland]

[a-twistedheartslonging]

-aaaand now I'm wondering how Silver would "flirt" since he's a blunt honest guy who doesn't beat around the bush...I shiver to think of the advice his bat dad gives him.

I can picture him offering to slay a monster for you...tbh it's easy to forget that the guy is a trained knight that knows has to kill shit, he just happens to be narcoleptic.

[umburgrr]

he so eepy

[rizdoodles]

The prefect was lucky not to end up propelled into the air...

[jangmi-latte]

horsey

[blondeaxolotl]

"They don't bite-" BRO YES THEY DO 😭😭😭

[san-marzano]

u know he’s thought about it

[purraah]

[llondonfog]

if i had a heart, i could love you

my undying gratitude and awe to the incredible @cozymochi for bringing to literal life my vision of ob!Lilia :] let's all wish him a pleasant time as he keeps a steadfast soldier's watch over the dreams of a human boy he no longer recognizes and yet he cannot bring himself to leave his side . . . whatever could that mean?

(please click for high-res, tumblr why do you try to keep us from exquisite art)