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[vanrougemoons]

Apologies I haven't posted more. I've been sucked into oc/canon twt and have gone on an endless downhill spiral of commissioning art of my oc with Ace and working on their story like a derranged gremlin.

And while I do have some fics in drafts... (Cater/Reader, Deuce/Reader)

Is there anyone you would like to see me write for?

[vanrougemoons]

the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.

this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing. 

readers. like. reblog. leave a comment.

[vanrougemoons]

almost midnight break-in.

prompt: Person A breaking into Person B’s room through the window.

• Late Birthday Present for @seareefer ♥ • Word Count: 994

Perhaps this isn’t how you imagined your night going. Actually, it’s not something you wouldn’t expect but it absolutely is not something you imagined happening tonight.

. . .

You had been mindlessly scrolling through your magicam feed. You liked a post Cater made earlier, and oooh’d at a photoshoot preview Vil uploaded. Truly, you were living the best life instead of sleeping and being an example for other students to follow.

You snort and instantly DM a meme to the group chat you have with Ace and Deuce.

Then you hear a tap on your window. Common sense tells you to disregard it because you’re too dulled out from all the historical events you’ve lived through since finding yourself in this world. Common sense also decides that it might just be a tree or something.

You hear a tap again and look up from your phone- waiting for your eyes to adjust to the change in lighting so you can figure out what’s actually going on.

The window shakes, and sure it could just be the wind making your run-down windows shake, as they often do. But you swear that you saw a hand smack against the glass.

You grip your blanket closer to yourself as your window jiggles open and you spot the two beady eyes staring straight at your eyes. In the darkness of your room, you really can’t make out a face but… bright yellow and brown? There are only two answers as to who it could be, and you quite doubt that one of them would crawl into your room at midnight.

Actually, both would- but you don’t think one would do it unless absolutely necessary.

You reach over to the half working lamp next to your bed and turn it on with a click. In a flash, a grinning face stares back at you.

“Shrimpy!”

You sit up in disbelief, “Floyd- how did… actually,” you shake your head, “never mind. Why?”

You should probably know better than to ask this boy why he’s climbing up to your bedroom at eleven at night. But you asked anyways.

The eel-boy in question manages to push the window up enough that he can slide into your room easily. You’re suddenly grateful that Grim’s taking the couch tonight as you deadpan at him, “Floyd.”

He stands up to his full height while stretching upwards, “I was bored.” He replies as if it were the most normal thing ever, you narrow your eyes at him.

“Being bored doesn’t mean that you can scale your way up to a bedroom, y’know?” your voice muffled by your blanket. You’re used to his antics, in fact, you’re surprised at yourself for being surprised that he’s here.

Shaking your head, you resign yourself to your fate and decide that this will simply be an all-nighter as you now have to babysit a bored eel. “Never mind— Got something on your mind?” You pat the space on your bed next to you.

His grimace widens as he strides over to you and easily hangs himself off of you instead of sitting next to you like a normal person. His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his head easily resting on top of yours. “Mmmmmnoooope.”

Even with the extra weight on you, you find yourself comfy. Your phone lays nearby forgotten as you lean your own weight onto Floyd.

And it’s quiet, that’s rare. Very rare when it comes to him.

The wind blows a soft breeze through the open window, and you manage to pull the sheet over this boy on you. A yawn escapes you, and you think you can hear him snort.

He pulls back and stares down at your eyes mischievously, “mmm? Don’t tell me you’re already tired? I just got here- come onnnn. You gotta last a bit longer.”

“What are you even-“ you yawn again, “planning… Leech?”

He reaches for your discarded phone and stares at the time.

11:58p.m.

“Shhhhhh~ Trust me, just a bit more.”

You can’t believe the audacity of this eel-boy, boy-eel? You huff and make a grab for your phone; he laughs and easily pulls it out of your reach.

“Gimme my phone-“

“Nahhh, don’t feel like it.”

You groan and try to grab it again, “you stinky eel, I’ll fry you if you don’t give it here-“

Empty threats that make his laugh turn into cackles as he pulls it away from you again, except this time- He falls backwards with you in tow onto your bed.

His laughter doesn’t stop as you attempt to grab your small entertainment box to no avail. You’ve successfully amused the eel enough, congratulations!

You sigh in exasperation, “did you just come here to terrorize me? I’m gonna sick Jade on you- I swear-“

A wide grin spreads onto his face again, “nu-uh.”

Without missing a beat, you whip your head up to look at him straight in the eyes, “the fuck you mean nu-uh.”

Your phone lights up as it’s turned face-up in his hand.

12:00a.m.

He beams with joy and sits up so fast that he almost smacks his forehead against yours. You’re lucky you ducked to the side and rolled next to him, leaning back on your arms.

“FINALLY.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden, “wh-what?”

He’s practically shining, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

. . .

You’re laughing. He’s there grinning at you like a dumbass, and you’re there laughing.

“Is this why you’re here?”

He nods so fast that it reminds you of a bobble-head figure. He looks so proud, and you’re here wiping tears from your eyes from how much you’re laughing.

“I told you I was going to be the first one to say it!”

You feel his weight crash onto you again, and you can’t help but think how much you don’t mind this.

. . .

Your phone stays on the floor forgotten, dinging every couple of minutes with notifications.

[vanrougemoons]

almost midnight break-in.

prompt: Person A breaking into Person B’s room through the window.

• Late Birthday Present for @seareefer ♥ • Word Count: 994

Perhaps this isn’t how you imagined your night going. Actually, it’s not something you wouldn’t expect but it absolutely is not something you imagined happening tonight.

. . .

You had been mindlessly scrolling through your magicam feed. You liked a post Cater made earlier, and oooh’d at a photoshoot preview Vil uploaded. Truly, you were living the best life instead of sleeping and being an example for other students to follow.

You snort and instantly DM a meme to the group chat you have with Ace and Deuce.

Then you hear a tap on your window. Common sense tells you to disregard it because you’re too dulled out from all the historical events you’ve lived through since finding yourself in this world. Common sense also decides that it might just be a tree or something.

You hear a tap again and look up from your phone- waiting for your eyes to adjust to the change in lighting so you can figure out what’s actually going on.

The window shakes, and sure it could just be the wind making your run-down windows shake, as they often do. But you swear that you saw a hand smack against the glass.

You grip your blanket closer to yourself as your window jiggles open and you spot the two beady eyes staring straight at your eyes. In the darkness of your room, you really can’t make out a face but… bright yellow and brown? There are only two answers as to who it could be, and you quite doubt that one of them would crawl into your room at midnight.

Actually, both would- but you don’t think one would do it unless absolutely necessary.

You reach over to the half working lamp next to your bed and turn it on with a click. In a flash, a grinning face stares back at you.

“Shrimpy!”

You sit up in disbelief, “Floyd- how did… actually,” you shake your head, “never mind. Why?”

You should probably know better than to ask this boy why he’s climbing up to your bedroom at eleven at night. But you asked anyways.

The eel-boy in question manages to push the window up enough that he can slide into your room easily. You’re suddenly grateful that Grim’s taking the couch tonight as you deadpan at him, “Floyd.”

He stands up to his full height while stretching upwards, “I was bored.” He replies as if it were the most normal thing ever, you narrow your eyes at him.

“Being bored doesn’t mean that you can scale your way up to a bedroom, y’know?” your voice muffled by your blanket. You’re used to his antics, in fact, you’re surprised at yourself for being surprised that he’s here.

Shaking your head, you resign yourself to your fate and decide that this will simply be an all-nighter as you now have to babysit a bored eel. “Never mind— Got something on your mind?” You pat the space on your bed next to you.

His grimace widens as he strides over to you and easily hangs himself off of you instead of sitting next to you like a normal person. His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his head easily resting on top of yours. “Mmmmmnoooope.”

Even with the extra weight on you, you find yourself comfy. Your phone lays nearby forgotten as you lean your own weight onto Floyd.

And it’s quiet, that’s rare. Very rare when it comes to him.

The wind blows a soft breeze through the open window, and you manage to pull the sheet over this boy on you. A yawn escapes you, and you think you can hear him snort.

He pulls back and stares down at your eyes mischievously, “mmm? Don’t tell me you’re already tired? I just got here- come onnnn. You gotta last a bit longer.”

“What are you even-“ you yawn again, “planning… Leech?”

He reaches for your discarded phone and stares at the time.

11:58p.m.

“Shhhhhh~ Trust me, just a bit more.”

You can’t believe the audacity of this eel-boy, boy-eel? You huff and make a grab for your phone; he laughs and easily pulls it out of your reach.

“Gimme my phone-“

“Nahhh, don’t feel like it.”

You groan and try to grab it again, “you stinky eel, I’ll fry you if you don’t give it here-“

Empty threats that make his laugh turn into cackles as he pulls it away from you again, except this time- He falls backwards with you in tow onto your bed.

His laughter doesn’t stop as you attempt to grab your small entertainment box to no avail. You’ve successfully amused the eel enough, congratulations!

You sigh in exasperation, “did you just come here to terrorize me? I’m gonna sick Jade on you- I swear-“

A wide grin spreads onto his face again, “nu-uh.”

Without missing a beat, you whip your head up to look at him straight in the eyes, “the fuck you mean nu-uh.”

Your phone lights up as it’s turned face-up in his hand.

12:00a.m.

He beams with joy and sits up so fast that he almost smacks his forehead against yours. You’re lucky you ducked to the side and rolled next to him, leaning back on your arms.

“FINALLY.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden, “wh-what?”

He’s practically shining, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

. . .

You’re laughing. He’s there grinning at you like a dumbass, and you’re there laughing.

“Is this why you’re here?”

He nods so fast that it reminds you of a bobble-head figure. He looks so proud, and you’re here wiping tears from your eyes from how much you’re laughing.

“I told you I was going to be the first one to say it!”

You feel his weight crash onto you again, and you can’t help but think how much you don’t mind this.

. . .

Your phone stays on the floor forgotten, dinging every couple of minutes with notifications.

[vanrougemoons]

almost midnight break-in.

prompt: Person A breaking into Person B’s room through the window.

• Late Birthday Present for @seareefer ♥ • Word Count: 994

Perhaps this isn’t how you imagined your night going. Actually, it’s not something you wouldn’t expect but it absolutely is not something you imagined happening tonight.

. . .

You had been mindlessly scrolling through your magicam feed. You liked a post Cater made earlier, and oooh’d at a photoshoot preview Vil uploaded. Truly, you were living the best life instead of sleeping and being an example for other students to follow.

You snort and instantly DM a meme to the group chat you have with Ace and Deuce.

Then you hear a tap on your window. Common sense tells you to disregard it because you’re too dulled out from all the historical events you’ve lived through since finding yourself in this world. Common sense also decides that it might just be a tree or something.

You hear a tap again and look up from your phone- waiting for your eyes to adjust to the change in lighting so you can figure out what’s actually going on.

The window shakes, and sure it could just be the wind making your run-down windows shake, as they often do. But you swear that you saw a hand smack against the glass.

You grip your blanket closer to yourself as your window jiggles open and you spot the two beady eyes staring straight at your eyes. In the darkness of your room, you really can’t make out a face but… bright yellow and brown? There are only two answers as to who it could be, and you quite doubt that one of them would crawl into your room at midnight.

Actually, both would- but you don’t think one would do it unless absolutely necessary.

You reach over to the half working lamp next to your bed and turn it on with a click. In a flash, a grinning face stares back at you.

“Shrimpy!”

You sit up in disbelief, “Floyd- how did… actually,” you shake your head, “never mind. Why?”

You should probably know better than to ask this boy why he’s climbing up to your bedroom at eleven at night. But you asked anyways.

The eel-boy in question manages to push the window up enough that he can slide into your room easily. You’re suddenly grateful that Grim’s taking the couch tonight as you deadpan at him, “Floyd.”

He stands up to his full height while stretching upwards, “I was bored.” He replies as if it were the most normal thing ever, you narrow your eyes at him.

“Being bored doesn’t mean that you can scale your way up to a bedroom, y’know?” your voice muffled by your blanket. You’re used to his antics, in fact, you’re surprised at yourself for being surprised that he’s here.

Shaking your head, you resign yourself to your fate and decide that this will simply be an all-nighter as you now have to babysit a bored eel. “Never mind— Got something on your mind?” You pat the space on your bed next to you.

His grimace widens as he strides over to you and easily hangs himself off of you instead of sitting next to you like a normal person. His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his head easily resting on top of yours. “Mmmmmnoooope.”

Even with the extra weight on you, you find yourself comfy. Your phone lays nearby forgotten as you lean your own weight onto Floyd.

And it’s quiet, that’s rare. Very rare when it comes to him.

The wind blows a soft breeze through the open window, and you manage to pull the sheet over this boy on you. A yawn escapes you, and you think you can hear him snort.

He pulls back and stares down at your eyes mischievously, “mmm? Don’t tell me you’re already tired? I just got here- come onnnn. You gotta last a bit longer.”

“What are you even-“ you yawn again, “planning… Leech?”

He reaches for your discarded phone and stares at the time.

11:58p.m.

“Shhhhhh~ Trust me, just a bit more.”

You can’t believe the audacity of this eel-boy, boy-eel? You huff and make a grab for your phone; he laughs and easily pulls it out of your reach.

“Gimme my phone-“

“Nahhh, don’t feel like it.”

You groan and try to grab it again, “you stinky eel, I’ll fry you if you don’t give it here-“

Empty threats that make his laugh turn into cackles as he pulls it away from you again, except this time- He falls backwards with you in tow onto your bed.

His laughter doesn’t stop as you attempt to grab your small entertainment box to no avail. You’ve successfully amused the eel enough, congratulations!

You sigh in exasperation, “did you just come here to terrorize me? I’m gonna sick Jade on you- I swear-“

A wide grin spreads onto his face again, “nu-uh.”

Without missing a beat, you whip your head up to look at him straight in the eyes, “the fuck you mean nu-uh.”

Your phone lights up as it’s turned face-up in his hand.

12:00a.m.

He beams with joy and sits up so fast that he almost smacks his forehead against yours. You’re lucky you ducked to the side and rolled next to him, leaning back on your arms.

“FINALLY.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden, “wh-what?”

He’s practically shining, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

. . .

You’re laughing. He’s there grinning at you like a dumbass, and you’re there laughing.

“Is this why you’re here?”

He nods so fast that it reminds you of a bobble-head figure. He looks so proud, and you’re here wiping tears from your eyes from how much you’re laughing.

“I told you I was going to be the first one to say it!”

You feel his weight crash onto you again, and you can’t help but think how much you don’t mind this.

. . .

Your phone stays on the floor forgotten, dinging every couple of minutes with notifications.

[vanrougemoons]

send me a 🎧 and i’ll shuffle my music and give u whatever song that comes up!!

[vanrougemoons]

⠀⠀"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍."

˖ ˚♩♪﹒♡ ⊹ Tuned Melodies [ 1 ]

Jamil Viper

Can't hold a candle to her 'Cause all the moths get in the way And they'll begin to chew her Entire attire until it frays

For she outshines anyone Whoever might dare to bask in The same candlelight

Jamil understands what it’s like to be in second place.

He understands what it’s like to have to trail behind in someone’s shadow. But when he’s with you? When he’s with you he doesn’t mind being your shadow as you excel. He doesn’t mind others cheering you on as you reach your goals. He knows how hard you’ve worked to do so, after all. He doesn’t mind simply because your light is his world, to see you happy is for him to be happy. To see you thrive is for him to thrive. But even then, he knows that the weight of expectations might be just a tad too much for you. It’s why he’s your shadow, you outshine him but he’s what grounds you. He makes you feel safe, he keeps you shining bright.

Because that’s the same way you help him. You watch from the sidelines when he’s aiming for the top. You watch in awe as he cooks for the both of you. You praise his dancing as he grooves to songs. You grin to yourself when you catch him humming or singing to himself softly. He shines bright when he’s not a shadow- but it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t forget that.

[vanrougemoons]

⠀⠀"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍."

˖ ˚♩♪﹒♡ ⊹ Tuned Melodies [ 1 ]

Jamil Viper

Can't hold a candle to her 'Cause all the moths get in the way And they'll begin to chew her Entire attire until it frays

For she outshines anyone Whoever might dare to bask in The same candlelight

Jamil understands what it’s like to be in second place.

He understands what it’s like to have to trail behind in someone’s shadow. But when he’s with you? When he’s with you he doesn’t mind being your shadow as you excel. He doesn’t mind others cheering you on as you reach your goals. He knows how hard you’ve worked to do so, after all. He doesn’t mind simply because your light is his world, to see you happy is for him to be happy. To see you thrive is for him to thrive. But even then, he knows that the weight of expectations might be just a tad too much for you. It’s why he’s your shadow, you outshine him but he’s what grounds you. He makes you feel safe, he keeps you shining bright.

Because that’s the same way you help him. You watch from the sidelines when he’s aiming for the top. You watch in awe as he cooks for the both of you. You praise his dancing as he grooves to songs. You grin to yourself when you catch him humming or singing to himself softly. He shines bright when he’s not a shadow- but it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t forget that.

[vanrougemoons]

GN!Reader || Yandere!Ace || Songfic

Ace being a little creep. I just wanted to write someone with this song (Shinunoga E-wa) and the first thought was Ace with his goofy ass smile. Have fun reading!

TW: stalking

Pinky swear if I do tell a lie

Dating is a pain. Being in a relationship doesn't seem as fun as everyone said. It always ended up so boring. It's either his partner conveyed too much or too little love. Sometimes, they gave him so much love in the beginning only to act distant and cold towards the end.

He groaned for the umpteenth time, eyes observing the employees of Monstro Lounge. It was quite busy for them so there are new staff Ace had never seen before.

"You do know that homework won't finish itself right?" Deuce stated, clearly annoyed. "We have to pass it up on Monday, which is tommorrow mind you."

I'm willing to swallow needles or anything on Monday

Ace looked up to face Deuce, "It'll be fiiiiiine. I can just stay up late to finish it." He huffed before going back to his activity.

"You're always slacking. You said that last time as well and ended up getting scolded by Mr Crewel for-" He completely blocked out Deuce's nagging, treatibg it as if it was just another fly buzzing near his him.

It doesn't matter if it's Sunday

"Sorry, I'm late!!" Your voice caught Ace's attention. He snapped out of his trance and search for the source. Once he saw you...his heart began to beat faster.

There you were, dripping in sweat and still managing to look like the most beautiful person on Twisted Wonderland. Realizing that he had been staring at you for the past minute ever since yo cam throught the door, he looked away. He didn't want to scare you, letting you think he's a creep like Rook was the last thing he'll ever wish for.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who would give me the most everlasting love of them all?

Ace's began to think of ways he could make you his partner. He can't wait to have you within in his arms, making you fall in love with him. His trickery skill are really useful for times like these.

No need to ask cuz its my darling

"You're the one. The one who will give and receive everlasting love. You're mine and I would fo anything for you my darling~"

I want you to be my last

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

You've noticed Ace had begun to frequent your workplace more frequently. You chalk it up to just him being one of those students who's addicted to Monstro Lounge for go knows why.

You weren't complaininh tho, he was attractive after all. It at least gave you something to look forward to in your boring workplace. It made your shift more bearable having an eye candy.

Ace, on the other hand, was screaming in excitement. He could feel you staring at him more than usual and it made him feel closer to you.

Ace had all the information about you he could possible get his hands on. Your full name, age, birthplace and even your schedule. He memorized everything about you so fast that it'll probably bring shame to his housewarden and making Riddle annoyed he couldn't do it to the Queen's 810 rules.

Sometimes, he would follow you the whole day. He doesn't care about the stares or weird looks the other second years gave him nor the scolding he received from Riddle. He just want to see you and it'll drive him mad if he had to go a day without you.

I choose you over three meals a day

If I had to keep being separated from you like this

I'd rather die

I'd rather die

Ace's money is slowly depleting as he carries on with his Monstro Lounge visit. H had to stop eating anything outside of that place. His friends questioned him about it but he played it off as just wanting to save money.

He had to think of ways to keep seeing you and cease any suspicions others might have. After a week of gaining courage, he finally asked you out on a date.

Suprised, you dropped one of the drinks you were carrying on him. "Ah! I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up for you." You apologize profusely and began cleaning up the mess.

Ace snickered, making your already red face turn into a darker shade of red. He held the hand that was cleaning and reassure that it was fine. He'll even pay for the spilt drink. All he wants was your answer.

You contemplate it for a few seconds, He's attractive and is very funny whenever you guys converse. Though a little bit of a troublemaker as you had seen him getting collared by Riddle a few times.

'Is this a good idea?' You questioned yourself but ended up agreeing to his invitation.

"I promise, I'll make you the happiest person alive on our dates. You won't regret saying yes to me!"

Still, sometimes my heart was being unfaithful

If its never cured, I'm sure to cure it baby

Yeah, I ain't nothing but ya baby

He kept his promise

During your dates, Ace had made you feel like you're on cloud nine. He made sure you felt love and comfortable. When he asked to make it offcial, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

Ace was the sweetest boyfriend ever. He walked you from your dorm to your class everyday even if it meant he'll be late to his own. You scolded and nagged him for it but he just smiled at you.

"Cherry pie~ For me, your happiness and safety are my number one priority. I don't give two fucks about that as long as you're by my side." Was what he constantly said and it never fails to make your face red.

Its fascinating and insane what people would do when they're blindly in love. Some would go to extreme lengths for their sweetheart and it never fails to amuse~

'Am I crazy?' The question floats around in Ace's head when he finds himself doing odd stuff. Multiple times he had caught himself stalkinga and taking pictures of you when he could've simply stayed by your side.

It drove him nuts. His actions are very unlike him yet once he saw his growing collection of your pictures, he dismissed his concerns instantly.

"I'm sorry my darling," Ace caressed one of your pictures. "I shouldn't have doubts. What is my worth if its not you? What would be my purpose? I am nothing without you... I'll make sure those pesky thoughts won't interfere with us."

"You don't know what you got till it's gone"

I'm sick and tired of repeating that same old cliche Goodbye

Oh, don't you ever say bye-bye

Yeah

"In return, please love me and only me. I can't bear the thought of you with another. You're mine and only mine. I'd rather die than have you leave me so please..."

Tears slide down his cheeks, "Please don't leave me in this world without you. You're the light that was bestowed upon me. Without you, my world felt dim and empty. I pray the day will never come when you'll walk out of my life."

So umm there's like 20 of you who had seen this fic getting reposted like twice and uhh its cuz my dumbass deleted it *sobs*

[vanrougemoons]

“Snow Day”

Paring: lilia x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: he/him(lilia), they/them(reader)

Notes: for @vanrougemoons for a makeup with the silver angst

the grounds outside the school were blanketed in soft thick snow. as snowflakes gently fluttered down adding to the piles of snow, as students ran around. “c’mon little bat! everyone’s going out, let’s have fun!” lilia urged them, as they were helplessly dragged along.

lilia giggled as he leaned down picking up some snow and balling it up, before throwing it at the prefect. “ack-“ they flinched as the cold snow hit them, a smile cracked on their face as they retaliated, throwing a snowball of their own.

the two were stuck in fits of laughter as they threw snow at each other, hair and clothes covered in the cold snow. “I hate you so much!” they yelled out chasing after him with a clump of snow in their hands, “I hate you just as much dear!!”.

soon the day ended with, the two laying out on the snow, making snow angels. and looking up at the partially cloudy skies, as the snowflakes gently sprinkled down.

[vanrougemoons]

Our clothes on the shore, I know, is not the best place to start Although, undeniable, you’ve captured half of my double heart

Your mind, not the same as mine It’s blood and wine, it’s myth and man But still, I can drink my fill And hope you will be close at hand

Keep or let go, it’s worth it C’mon, double heart C’mon, double heart

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“ace trappola; practice”

Paring: ace x reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: none mentioned

Notes: more practice! also had @vanrougemoons in mind for this so enjoy :)

to my beloved,

ew ok that was weird to write, but that is what you are too me <3! anyways break sucks because I have to be apart from you, so I can’t bother you anymore! ugh I wish you could’ve came with me to my home, but no you had to stay at nrc.

but on another note, I can’t wait till break is over, I miss seeing your pretty little face. I miss being able to touch and hug you, god this isn’t fair! anyways I hope love i occupy your mind as much as you do with mine, or whatever!

sincerely your love,

ace trappola :)

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“Riddle Rosehearts; Practice”

Pairing: riddle x reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: non mentioned

Notes: just a bit of practice for the little red head

to my dearest rose petal,

how have you been over this break? I hope you’ve been well, I do apologize for the late reply, my mother has continued my rigorous training. I deeply miss seeing you daily, and the luxury of basking in your touch.

I crave to see you everyday, I do wish you could visit me. I miss hearing your gentle voice, and the time we spend together. I do hope you write back soon, and I will do just the same. I cannot wait till break ends to see you, my beloved.

Sincerely yours,

Riddle Rosehearts

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Suitor Suit

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I am devastated by the talent that my friends have. They keep using their talents to absolutely destroy my heart in the best way possible. Besides.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛. 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙… 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑠." ♡

     Dearest daffodil, 

        I miss you. Even years after the war, I still stare on your side of the bed. The sheets don't smell of you anymore. The warmth of everything you once touched has gone cold, barren. I truly miss you…I'm sorry, I seem to be crying. The tears make me blind, but you leaving me makes me broken. Look at me, being poetic, I suppose that's what you loved most about me…you know, Malleus and Silver miss you. Dearly. More than I ever could. Malleus just sits by the windows with Heartless, on his lap. Tears also marked those pages. The cover has been through so much…We really do try to take care of it, but you loved that book to a million. Seeing it, reminds us of you. 

        Our son Silver, he…he's taking the hardest I say. He sleeps a lot more. Even just at dinner, he sleeps through it. It scares me. What if he leaves me the way you…No. You wouldn't want me fretting over this. The war is over, and I'm still standing. Why did you save me? Why couldn't you just take the blade? I'm useless without you. I'm not human. I could've saved myself, you're human. My heart. My everything, WHY DID YOU LEAVE?! 

         I…I'm sorry for the last sentence. You would want me to be happier, to move on. But, I can't. Gods know I've tried. How can I claim to be human when you aren't here? You made me human, but now you're gone and I can't seem to get used to the cold. My greediness is showing. Forgive me again. I can't describe seeing you lie, cold in my arms. Bleeding out, and not from love. Although your last words were, "Forgive me, and I love you", how can I forgive you? How can I move on? You left me here. I don't think I can. I'm sorry. 

   You know, you told me once about flower pressing. I remember being fascinated because it's so sweet. I remember us pressing aster, carnations, chrysanthemums, and even white clovers. Lovely times…I remember putting your wedding ring on top of our journal. Forget-me-nots lay on the page of when we took Silver in. It reeks of my cologne, and not smelling of your scent. I wish you were here, but it's ok. I know it will, because I'll see you again, in your next life. But until then, I have a family to help before your return. This is goodbye for now my daffodil, I love you

               -Eternally yours forever,                                Lilia Vanrouge

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Words can not describe how lovely the writing in this fanfiction is. My heart was touched and I soared high. This is truly one of my favorites.

[ A fleeting love that lasted for centuries ]

[#]pairings . characters: Lilia x gn! reader [#]warnings . tags: reincarnation, manipulation (not by Lilia), gore/blood, angst, pet names (darlin' - not by Lilia) [#]synopsis: A story in which the reader and Lilia have to struggle to keep their relationship together throughout centuries.. though the reader is human and Lilia is a fae. [#]wc: 6.02k words [#]@'s: @lazywrites @akai-joou @cupids-chamber [#]requested by @akai-joou

" Go, we'll leave their team on the bare bones!! Protect the kingdom, citizens, and royal family at all costs! " Declared the captain of the royal guards with a loud booming voice, enforcing all of the kingdom's current shoulders to get into the battlefield; one in which has been pushed back far enough into the kingdom's front door and caused the kingdom to stir with panic. There was no true organization on the kingdom streets anymore, at least from what you could see as you peaked out from behind a curtain. There were shoulders running in all directions, as well as some citizens from the more upper-front of the kingdom being rushed towards the back.

It was the chaos of a falling kingdom, though a kingdom that wouldn't fall without a proper fight to save everything. All those guards out there, all the normal people who joined in the fight as well.. They were all led by one common motivation, to protect their homeland.

Though, you couldn't help but wonder how long the fight will last until the kingdom tumbles down. How long would you have until your part of the kingdom has to be evacuated towards the back as well?

Questions continued to swarm your mind as you blankly stared out into the carnation and blood-thirsty battle that seemed to be drawing ever so near. You were lost in your thoughts, having been swallowed by the disquiet of your own mind as you tried to stay hidden behind your curtain as you watched helplessly. And even with all these swarming thoughts that piled together to slowly consume you.. one question seemed to always look in your mind as though it was a broken record with no way of being fixed:

' Will my husband be alright? '

You were never one to doubt your husband's ability on the battlefield, or in general unless it came to the question of his cooking ... but this situation, and these circumstances had edged you on. You've seen many soldiers fall in this war between kingdoms and you personally knew a few families who had lost their sons, daughters, or even lovers in this voracious, roaring battle. The probability of anyone dying in this type of battle, one in which our kingdom was severely losing, was at an all time high - record-breaking for the kingdom.

'thump' You jolted suddenly, though stayed in place, as your eyes lingered on the battlefield; on the shouting that was getting closer and closer, on the countless splatters of blood you can see on everything, and on the dead bodies that lay on the ground helplessly. Some of them were from your kingdom, some were from the other's, but they laid all the same; defeated in battle with their only hopes fueling their comrades for victory and vengeance for their spilt blood. It was a bloody scene, one that made your stomach curl as your heart began to race and lungs ached - the scene made you sick to your stomach, you could almost puke. And it was no help that the stench of blood was slowly wafting its way down and invading homes.

" ...Nibbi?.. " A candy-sweet voice called out to you with a tired yawn as you felt the owner of the voice tugging at your clothing, snapping you out of your train of thought. It was able to draw your eyes away from the blood shed, at least for now.

Next to you, a small little baby boy stood hugging a teddy bear with the sleepiest look on his face. One arm hugged his bear, a gift from his father, the second hung onto your clothes lazily. Throughout your distress, you had completely forgotten about your little one!

" Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Baba! " You were swift in closing the curtains fully as you turned to address your little one. Though he wasn't your own flesh and blood, a poor kid who Lilia found trying to feed himself from the trash, you can't help but treat him like your own. He was adorable, a perfect little kid.

" Is something happening, Nibbi?.. Why isn't papa home yet?.. " He queried while looking up at you with big, wide questioning eyes. For a moment all you could do was stand and stare at your little one, your words caught in your throat as you tried not to cry. After all, there was a big possibility that your husband wasn't coming home anytime soon.. or ever. But, you couldn't tell your little one that. You were just about to respond after your long pause, but your little one had beaten you to speaking.

" I already picked out the book I want him to read for me! See, I'm already in my PJ's!! Hehe! " He giggled, a bright grin stretching across his face, a sight that warmed your heart though didn't ease your mind. All you could do at that moment was kneel down to your son's level and softly rub his head as you mustered up any sort of courage you could at that moment.

" Just give him a little longer, alright, buddy? I'm sure he'll be home soon!- and, if not, I'll read you to sleep tonight. Your daddy's a busy man, he's keeping us all safe! " You smiled brightly, telling your son the half-truth his little heart deserved to hear. No matter how painful it might be to lie to him, you knew you couldn't tell him about the reality of what was occurring outside these walls ... and about the possibility of his father not returning home tonight.

" Aww.. " He frowned softly, his spirits being lowered as he was told his father would take a little longer to come home. Though, he seemed willing to wait for him as he sprung back up to speak, " Well that's alright! Daddy's always so hard working an- "

" ALL CITIZENS THAT CAN HEAR MY VOICE, YOU NEED TO EVACUATE YOUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY. LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND! GET TO THE BACK OF THE KINGDOM NOW! "

It had been a sudden alert, that caused an even more sudden spike of adrenaline to rush you all at once. At once, your body had acted on its own and scooped up your little one into your arms - much to his confusion and now sudden fright. His little hand gripped tighter to the stuffed bear he held in his head as you took no time to collect any belongings before you rushed out of your home; colliding in and flushing into the sudden stampede of citizens that had been prompted to move to the back-end of the kingdom. Every last person in that crowd, alongside you, knew that at this moment you were all open prey that was slowly being hunted; it was simply a natural instinct to run away from danger and leave all those items unneeded behind...

" COCO! " Cried your little one in your arms as he reached his hand out, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears as he watched his favorite toy - one that had been given to him by his father and one that he slept with every night - suddenly flung into the crowd. He watched as it got dragged down and then squished under the feet of other people. He couldn't help but begin to cry … and you hadn't even noticed.

" Captain Lilia, we've secured the outskirts of the kingdom and counted the dead and wounded. The numbers aren't looking too good, we're heavily under-staffed with all of the fallen soldiers- " A soldier had caught up to pace with one of the captains of the royal guard. As soon as the soldier came side to side with the captain, they halted in their speech, having been quick to notice that the captain was paying respects to the fallen soldiers.

Lilia had not budged when he heard the soldier; he simply kept his firm but soft stance with his right hand over his heart and his eyes closed. There was a pained, yet serene look on his face.

When Lilia was finished, he lifted his head slightly from its bowed position, and turned to look at the soldier with half-lidded eyes. The Captain was still standing firm and strong, though the soldier picked out how weary and fatigued he was from his slightly slumped shoulders and dull eyes. Captain Lilia, one of the strongest captains and royal guards in this kingdom, was tired from the long war and the soldier was just simply put on edge.

" Sir!- " The Soldier spoke hastily, his emotions getting the better of him quickly. He was able to speak again, though was cut off by Lilia; who seemed to know what he was going to say.

" No, no need for that. Please, give me the report. We must bring it to the Queen before proper reconstruction of the Kingdom can take place. There's no time to stand still now. " Lilia stated, his long hair swayed in the wind though was held captive in a ponytail. The soldier wearily looked at Lilia, a small frown creeping onto their face, but they followed his orders.

" Right, sir. So far we've counted over 100 fatalities, a mixture of both the dead and the wounded. Not all who are dead and wounded are from our ranks either, some civilians were injured. " Explained the Soldier, who gained a swift nod from his captain; who scrunched his nose in annoyance and agony. Perhaps if he had been quicker to think, quicker to act, quicker to call... he could have saved more lives or maybe he could have prevented the enemy from getting into their land!

If he had only done better to lead...No! Lilia shook the intrusive thoughts from his head, remembering the soldier that stood before him and the countless others who still needed his guidance. He couldn't let thoughts like this slow him down more than they already have...

After all, he still needed to go home and ready his little one a bedtime story.

Lilia sighed heavily as he began to walk towards the back of the city, not wasting a beat to wave to the soldier to follow him. The soldier did so and now the two walked side by side, trying not to feel too small in the rubble of their own short-comings.

" Captain Lilia- " The Soldier soon broke the silence after it loomed over the two for what seemed like too long. Though, before he could speak much to the Captain he was quick to stop when the Captain had. It was a sudden pause in their brisk walk and the Soldier had almost thought that Lilia had caused a wound of his to become worse! A wound he perhaps couldn’t see through the captain’s clothes, despite its beaten up and torn state.

Though the soldier would come to realize that the Captain had not stopped in his tracks due to a wound, but rather due to a fuzzy item he had stepped on while in his path. After all, the Captain would have been smarter than the move when he was fatally wounded; he would have been a fool to allow the enemy side some sort of victory by tearing such a horrible wound into him in the first place.

" Oh!.. oh dear.. looks like a little kid lost their little teddy bear during all of the commotion. " The Soldier commented softly, a look of pity crossing his face as the discarded toy laid on the ground like some piece of trash. It was rugged, dirty, and stained with the blood of someone unknown.

Lilia had taken a moment to regain his composure and slowly move his foot off of the stuffed bear. His movements were noticeably slower than usual and much more stiff. Though it was no surprise when his eyes were widened with horror; the type of horror that the Soldier in front of Lilia would only have thought he'd see in fresh-new recruits on their first time on the battlefield.

" ..C-.. Captain? " Asked the soldier hesitantly as he grew awfully weary.

Lilia did not respond to the soldier, his attention placed fully on the stuffed bear that laid almost mockingly right in front of him. A million thoughts rushed through his head, thoughts of comfort and thoughts that Lilia could never come to terms with. They all stuffed his head with so many possibilities and so much doubt that Lilia had to bend down to the stuffed toy and pick it up; he had to make sure it was his little boy's.

But, surely enough.. Lilia found his little boy's initials sown into the bottom two feet of the bear. It was his little boy's toy, and his favorite one at that; a toy his boy wouldn't leave behind no matter what came to challenge him.

Yet, he laid discarded and ragged in the middle of a common street that had been home to a bloody battle. Here it laid as though it had not been shown love in decades. Here it laid all rugged and stained with dirt, dust, blood, and footprints. Here it laid.. not in his boy's little arms.

With a sudden push, Lilia's body acted on its own and boosted Lilia up from his crouched position before it darted towards the back of the kingdom.

" H- Hey!- CAPTAIN! " The soldier shouted towards Lilia, though Lilia took no time to even pay the soldier attention. Nothing mattered to Lilia more in this moment than rushing to the back of the kingdom to make sure his partner and kid were okay.

For he was a man who had fought many wars...but a man who could not handle the loss that came along with it. And in this moment more, now than ever, did that factor become apparent as the Captain rushed through the streets not caring who's calling his name or who's trying to stop him.

By the time he saw his wife and child, he was winded yet also in tears.

By the time he saw his wife and child, all he could do was slowly drop to his knees in frustration, confusion, anger, and torment.

By the time he saw his wife and child.. he had been far too late. A usually warm greeting turned into a bitter and cold one as the Captain could do nothing but sit on his knees and shake; his sobs falling silent as he stared at the scene in front of him.

His wife and his child were laid out as though they were a display, side by side. A sign of resistance could be seen by the multiple wounds on his wife's body, though in the end there had been a fatal wound to her chest.. and then to his child's. Their blood stained the ground, almost reaching where Lilia was a few feet away.

Though the sight was painful enough to Lilia's eyes, his already open wound was filled with more salt as he saw the message that was stabbed into his wife's chest; She had been left out to bleed before having been defiled with a calling card from the kingdom next door..

' I'd say we scored a checkmate on this one! Don't you think so as well, Captain Lilia?~ '

Maybe.. Lilia began to think again.. if I had just been quicker...

A feeling was stuck in the pits of your stomach, churning and reminding you of its existence more than it should. You weren't quite sure why you held a feeling like this, a feeling that was trying to tug you away from your current relationship. Though, no matter how hard you tried, how much you tugged and pulled and thought to yourself, the feeling never left.

You couldn't help but hate yourself for having these feelings, especially since it only grew stronger the longer you were in your relationship with your current fiancé. Holding a feeling like this, one that almost felt like resentment and made you feel disloyal, was horrible; more so when it only festered more as you looked at yourself in the mirror today.

Ever since your fiancé proposed, there has been no stop to the amount of wedding planning you've had to endure.. along with the stress of planning said wedding.

You had been elated at first, of course, that you were marrying the love of your life; practically walking on cloud nine for a few weeks after the proposal and showing your families the ring. Though slowly the more the feeling of you being married to your fiancé set in, the more grounded you felt over the months that past. It's gotten to the point where now, you weren't even smiling in the mirror as you looked at one of your clothing options for your wedding.

There was nothing wrong with what you were wearing, in fact it was your favorite option out of all of the options you've tried on during the past 4 hours; yet there was just a feeling in your gut that made you feel as though you were about to get cold feet.

" Ah, do you not like this one either? " Claude asked as he walked into your  changing room, presuming that you were done after not hearing you shuffle around for a hot minute.

" Huh? " In an instant you were snapped out of your thoughts, turning to look at your twin with a confused look.

" The outfit. Is it not to your style? " Claude re-asked his question, though formatted it differently, as he walked behind you and started picking up some of the clothing that was denied. He did so with a small hopeful smile on his face, despite having been sitting here for 5 hours as you couldn't make up your mind.

" That's alright if you don't, we can always head to another store or come back another da- '' He tried continuing as he draped the rejected clothes on his arm. He turned to look at you, in which you instantly interjected his sentence;

" No, no. I'm in love with this option. " You murmured softly. Your voice sounded genuine yet hesitant as you studied yourself in the mirror. Though you did glance over at your brother once you were done.

" Aw, then what's that frown for?~ " Claude teased you as he walked up behind you. He instantly pushed up your cheeks with his hands to make you smile, cheekily poking his head out from behind you after he did. " You should be smiling thiiis wide if you were really happy with the dress! But you're not. Don't think you can lie to me. '' Claude snickered at you, acting as though he was the world's greatest detective.

You only shook your head with a small smile, " Honestly, this is amazing. I'm just.. I don't know.. a little stressed about all the wedding planning and stuff. And- " You paused yourself from going any further as you had almost slipped and spilled out your feelings about the whole thing.

Your twin brother had been born before you, making him the eldest of the two. He was a little immature and a little quirky, at least in your eyes, but he loved you nonetheless; he took his big brother role rather seriously and would do almost anything to make sure you were happy and to see you smile. If anything, you wouldn't put it past him to kick someone's ass if they made you upset.

" Uh-huh.. And? " Claude asked, removing his hands from your face and crossing his arms. He glared at you with a questioning look, wondering if you'd continue your sentence - mostly hoping you would so he didn't have to pry it out of you.

Though, also knowing you, your brother knew that you enjoyed bottling up your emotions and probably had many things hidden from him. Sometimes he couldn't tell what you were thinking, but right now he could tell something was bothering you heavily. It was the way your eyebrows frowned down ever so lightly and your eyes just held an irritated gleam to them. Nevertheless, you were frowning despite saying you loved the dress you were currently wearing. Claude wasn't sure what was upsetting you, he didn't even know where to start guessing, but he definitely knew it was more than just 'wedding planning stress'.

" It's nothing.. " You sighed softly, closing your eyes as you did so to try and quiet your mind. It didn't work but you chose to pretend it did. After all, when you were this far along in a relationship and wedding planning you shouldn't be having second thoughts like this!- Plus, you knew your brother would have a field day with your fiancé on why you're so upset.

" Uh-huh. " Was all Claude responded with at first, " Well, if you're happy with what you have on right now, then I guess you said 'yes to the choice~'. Get out of it and we'll go pay up front. " Claude hummed softly, deciding not to bother you for answers this time; you seemed to have a lot on your mind.

With brisk steps, Claude disappeared out of your dressing room and went to put away the choices you had declined. You were once again alone in the dressing room, surrounded by nothing but cold air and your swirling thoughts.

Thoughts of how this fae you were marrying wasn't the man for you and how you had your soulmate out there, waiting. . . Maybe the thoughts were true, but you denied that to ever be a possibility long ago. Your current fiancé was everything you ever wanted and needed, after all. He was tall, strong, handsome, and took good care of you. He made you feel as though you were his world and in turn you made him feel as though he was yours.

. . . but then why did this marriage feel so wrong?

You lingered on those thoughts for a little longer as you stared at yourself blankly in the mirror. You never got an answer to any of the thoughts that swirled in your head - though if you had you weren't sure if you'd be more grateful or terrified.

A sigh left your lips as you looked down at your choice, taking it in one last time as it hugged your body. Once you were done, you took the outfit off, put your casual clothes back on, and hung the outfit. You then left the changing room and headed towards the front where your brother was waiting for you.

" Yes, me and [your name] are very excited for our wedding! " Your fiancé spoke with a grin plastered across his face as he cut his dinner. You currently sat next to him at a fancy restaurant with both of your families, talking about the wedding that was taking place in a few days. Despite there being some last minute preparations that needed to be done, your fiancé had convinced you to come to the dinner.

" Oh I'm so happy to hear that! " Your mother beamed as she looked at your fiancé and you, " Honestly, before [your name] met you we were all a little worried that she wasn't going to find anyone! So, you can imagine our shock when not only when you came around.. but even more so when he heard of the Fae Queen blessing your marriage! It was the best news we could have ever received! " Your father nodded along with your mother, agreeing with her words as you knew he would.

Your family has always been a bit traditional, yet not overbearing. Your parents always wanted you to have a traditional marriage, wed someone you love, and then be content with filling your gender role. Despite being the youngest between Claude and you for some reason they've always been rather keen of you being the one to be wedded first.

Your brother never enjoyed that idea, of course, since he was a bit over protective of you. Though he accepted your fiancé just as long as he didn't hurt you or make you cry.

Though even now, as you sit next to your fiancé with a puppy love grin on your face, you can tell your brother was on her last twits end with your fiancé.  You weren't quite sure why he had suddenly taken a dislike to your fiancé, but you let your brother be; maybe he was finally taking in the reality that you were no longer going to be just his little sister and now he had to share you with someone new. You, honestly, wouldn't put it above him.

" I'm so happy they were blessed as well! Praise for a good marriage from our Queen is of the highest blessing a soldier can get when marrying someone that's not our kind. " Your fiancé's father spoke up this time, grinning as like your other family members were - minus your brother of course, but he was trying.

" Mhmm! And I just knew the Queen was going to accept their marriage as soon as she saw them; after all, who can deny these two a happy marriage when they're just so smitten for each other? " Fawned your fiancé's mother with a big grin. You couldn't help but giggle along with them, picking up a portion of your food with your fork as you did so.

" Even if we weren't blessed by the Queen, " You started with a smitten grin, " I would have married your son regardless!- of course not to disrespect your culture or anything. " You finished, eating the portion of food you had collected on your fork. Your response seemed to make both families rather happy, despite it being the cold hard truth.

Your fiancé snickered to himself, " You know darlin', '' He caught your attention rather quickly as he turned to look at you. Your eyes met as he continued, " I would have married you as well with or without the Queen's blessing. A jewel like you is far too memorizing to lose~ " Flirted your fiancé as you both kept your eyes interlocked. 

All at once it felt as though you were smitten for him all over again. His comment made you flush brightly, as though you were a school girl who's crush had just flirted with them. Maybe if you and him were alone you would be twirling your hair out of embarrassment. But you kept your composure for now and turned back to eating your meal as you flushed, thinking over his comment.

" Aw! " Cooed your mother as she quaked at the two of you, though your brother couldn't care less - in fact his eyes simply only narrowed at the comment your fiancé had made. He seemed almost disgusted that his ears had to hear something like that.

It made you upset that you suddenly became aware of your brother's disdain for your fiancé, but you tried not to think too much about it. You thought it'd be a phase he'd pass soon enough and he'd soon come around to your husband and welcome him as a part of the family. After all he was your brother . . . and he always claimed he'd support you no matter what.

A feeling itched the bottom of your stomach as you thought more about your brother's distance from your fiancé. But you were snapped out of your thoughts, the itching feeling passing as you heard your fiancé rave about the wedding and you. Slowly, you couldn't help but gin again.

You were marrying the best man in the world.

If the wedding bells would have rang sooner, you knew you'd be there with your husband; trapped under the wicked spell his eyes deceived you with. Only if they had rang sooner, even maybe a few minutes sooner, you knew that your brother wouldn't have been able to convince you to flee - to escape the marriage bound by a spell that deceived you so easily...

" [Your Name]! " Your brother shook you once more as you stood in your wedding outfit of choice. Your eyes where interlocked, his filled with panic and horror and yours were filled with confusion and terror. Your brother never acted like this in his life; he's never been this frazzle, this off put..

" Claude?! Claude what's happened!? " You inquired almost instantly as you clasped your hands on your brother's wrists, your eyes widening as your body became stiff. You could tell that there was some underlying pleading look in his eyes … but  you didn't know what he could possibly want.

At least you couldn't know what he wanted until he spoke to you! Though all your twin brother did was stand there, in front of you, with the same look he had when he first entered the room. His eyes were wide and his face was pale, his mouth opening and closing seemed to indicate that he was trying to find some words that were clogged in his throat.

" Claude?! " You exclaimed again, trying to get Claude's hands off your shoulders now. His palms were sweaty but slowly closing onto your shoulders in a rather hurtful grip. " Claude speak to me dammit!- "

" You need to get out of here. " Claude suddenly stated in the most serious tone he could muster at the time, and you knew it because you could hear the light tumble of horror that followed. His statement made your eyes widen almost instantly as you shoved yourself away from your twin.

" What? " You were startled by his sudden comment; a comment he dared to make after he barged into this room with a look that almost made you have a heart attack!

" You need to get out of here! You need to leave this church and leave your fiancé and- " Claude began to ramble again as he didn't remove his hands from your shoulders, his voice slowly devolving into more into one of panic. " Please! Please he doesn't love you! [Your name] please believe me! He does NOT love you. He's only trying to get revenge on someone through YOU- "

" You're talking nonsense Claude, he loves me! " You cut your brother off almost instantly, having finally been able to throw his hands off your shoulders. At once, rage bubbled to surface as you shot daggers at your brother for his outrageous claims.

You were about to open your mouth to continue, but Claude stopped you quickly, " No [Your name] please! You don't love him, he doesn't love you. You're under his spell, he's manipulating you!! " Claude rushed out as he was quick to place his hands right back on your shoulders and turn you to face yourself in the mirror. " LOOK AT YOU! LOOK AT YOURSELF. I KNOW MY SISTER IS STILL IN THERE! YOU DON'T LOVE HIM, PLEASE! SNAP OUT OF IT!! "

His pleading screams rang in your ears, making them hurt from remembering how loud your brother was being - he was basically screaming in your ear! But, you couldn't be mad at him, not anymore or ever. Not after he was the one who freed you and now was the one who was going to pick up your mess now that you were gone... not when he agreed to do all that through tears and allowed you to leave his life to go be with the man you always were meant to be with.

Not after everything he's ever done for you in your whole life..  and not after he still promised to find you after he cleared up the mess that was to be left behind from your disappearance.

You shook your head almost instantly, knowing you couldn't press yourself on thoughts and memories like that when all you had to do was run now. Run away from the wedding, run away from the spell and your fiancé, from your families and from your brother. Claude gave you a chance to escape and you couldn't let him down now.

Pushing pasted all of the foliage and running down to the Briar Valley  - as your wedding was being held in a church inside the kingdom walls - to make up for your lost time; to make up for all the years you've been with the wrong man.

" Lilia Vanrouge, he's a general for the fae Queen, and you'll be able to find him at this address.. if you're quick enough.. " Claude told you with tears in his eyes, though he was trying hard not to cry. He then slipped a crumpled paper into my hands before continuing, " It's him, I know . . . because-" Claude paused for a moment, hearing him a confused and estranged look from you. Claude bit his tongue, looking away from you for a moment as he thought about how the phrase his next sentence. He couldn't just out right tell you what had happened to him when he ran into the general; how the general had kept staring at him and then walked over to strike up some small talk. Even if this encounter had happened months ago, Claude could still remember the general's eyes and the hop he carried .. the hope that was only crushed when he seemed to realize Claude wasn't who he was looking for. Claude wasn't sure why that specific meeting had been so stuck in his mind, that was until he had overheard some stories and fables from other faes. And after digging around the kingdom's history books he had slowly put together who General had been looking for...

" Actually, why I know is not important right now but I know it's him, okay? Now go, go! He's leaving with Prince Malleus soon to Night Raven College!- " Exclaimed Claude as he handed you some of your casual wears, basically almost shoving them into your arms. You didn't know what had gotten into him, but for some reason you felt like he was right . . . and maybe deep down you had always knew that.

Your brother was your best friend and even if you weren't sure if he was mentally sane or not . . . you couldn't help but trust him on this one. Even if you didn't usually trust his judgment, you weren't sure what it was inside of you but your heart skipped once you heard Lilia's name; ever so more you felt the feeling surge back in your stomach. The feeling that you had felt countless times now you understood it was simply just fate trying to tug you away from a situation that you were not meant to be in and trying to match you back with your lover.

With tears falling down from your eyes, both from the conversation with Claude earlier and from the wind in your eyes now, you knew you were going to be showing up like a mess to this man's house. But, for some reason, you weren't nervous about it at all ... it felt as though something about all of this was exactly right.

You began to slow down, feeling winded, as you entered the main foot-traffic of Briar Valley. Having taken a moment to take in the scenery around you, you couldn't help but feel a way of nostalgia hit you. It was as though you had seen this street dozens of times on many different occasions though this had been one of your handful of times actually stepping foot into this busy street. It made you nervous, though also made you feel like you were right at home.

Suddenly remembering you were at a race against the clock, you were quick to take out the note your brother hand shoved into your hand - a note you luckily didn't drop on your way here - and open it. It took you a minute to read the address that had been seemingly scribbled down quickly, though you were off as soon as you could make out the lettering. Head up and attentive, you made your way through the crowd of faes in search of your destination.

You had received a few odd and questioning looks from the residents of the kingdom as you passed by, looking over signs and making your way towards the high-class area of the kingdom. This is the housing that was the closest to the castle, though also the housing that cost the most. Though they weren't mansions they were definitely spacious! You could tell by just walking down the rows of this style of housing.

Though soon enough your wandering had come to a stop as you reached the house you were looking for with the lights still on. Bingo! You couldn't help but grin slightly to yourself, thinking of how lucky you were right now.

And despite all of the nerves building up in your chest and all the butterflies pattering around in your stomach, you walked up to the front of the door and knocked on it. The house was seemingly still inside as you waited out on the porch for any sort of answer from anyone who was inside.

Minutes passed like eons and then the door opened showing a tall young man with silver hair standing behind a shorter man with black and pink hair.

The shorter male's eyes widened in shock and recognition, in an instant when he caught sight of you, the stranger knocking at his door.

And in an instant, you knew that this is where you were meant to be and he … Lilia Vanrouge was who you were meant to be with.

[ Wanna go try more about this fanfic?... or not. Well here's a related post made by my wonderful online brother, Rain!- it's a little from Lilia that's completely tied to this story. Go support them!! ] [#] A warm thank you from your club president and club members shall be issued for your completion in reading [ A fleeting love that lasted for centuries ]! ~ xoxo, writing club © ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ˣᵒˣᵒʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍᶜˡᵘᵇ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵖˡᵃᵍᵃʳⁱᶻᵉ , ʳᵉᵖᵒˢᵗ , ᵒʳ ᵘˢᵉ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ . ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ, ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ~

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“ Lilia is the type of guy who knows that your days are limited but still love you with all of his heart because even if it hurts when you leave he doesn’t want to regret anything. “

“ Lilia is the type of guy to sneakily leave gifts on your desk; popping in one minute while you’re not looking, place the gift, than jolly leave so when you turn back there’s just a gift there < 3 to remind you that he loves you. “

“ Lilia is the type of guy to spider man kiss you when he randomly pops up in front of you or behind you. “

“ Lilia is the type of guy to write you letters instead of text you. “

Ways to kill Claude's heart, speedrun edition. Lilia Vanrouge.

TEE I MIGHT CRY. /pos