Your Highness - Silver
Author's Notes: Going through one's backlog of fics can be a fearful thing. I do remember writing this one though. I was in a horribly sappy mood and I was listening to the song "Fairytale" by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell which I'm sure a great many of you would recognize from the film "Shrek." This fic was also written shortly after I saw @thegoldenshi-shi's art for a Celtic flavored Silver that has braids (Check it out! it's really good!), hence the braids in the fic. Reader is female. I hope you all enjoy!
Type: Female Reader /Fluff/ Romance/ Wedding is heavily implied
Word Count: 1321
You sat quietly outside, your hands resting on your lap as you mulled over many, many different things. Your life had changed drastically since you’d first come to Twisted Wonderland. You’d met more incredible people than you’d ever dreamed of and now you were living in a country that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.
But then, it was the home of the fae. Well, the home of the fae, and the home of the young man you’d grown to love over your time at school.
You looked down at the aged flower crown in your hands. Your fingers curled slightly around the fragile, pale flowers. Life had been different when you’d made this, sitting between Sebek and a sleeping Silver as you’d woven the ring and listened to Sebek’s nigh endless chatter about his beloved Lord Malleus and the palace you would soon call home.
“To think you will be living with Lord Malleus, in his home and so close to him even though you are but a mere human,” There was a tinge of envy to his tone that had caused you to smile slightly. Because Sebek would be spending most of his days there as a guard so even if he was envious, he too would be at Malleus’s side.
“Hey Sebek,” The green-haired young man had turned to face you right as you’d plopped the flower crown on your head and posed ever so slightly, “What do you think? Do I look like a princess yet?”
He scoffed at your light-hearted joking, but before he could respond another voice spoke up, startling both of you slightly.
“Indeed, Your Highness,” You’d twisted to see Silver, who’d awoken at some point and was looking at you with his usual stoic expression.
You’d barely even paid attention when Sebek spoke up from your other side, “You look no more like a princess than you did before Her Majesty agreed to take you in.”
“Sebek, you should treat them with more respect now,” Despite Silver’s chiding tone there had been a slight smile on his face as he looked towards the soon-to-be knight.
But his words had turned out to be all too true. After Malleus’s grandmother had agreed to take you in as an adopted grandchild as per Malleus’s request, your relationship with Sebek and Silver had been forced to change. Because you were no longer fellow students.You were now a princess whom they were charged with guarding.
Lilia and Malleus were still able to treat you the same, and after much verbal jousting you’d managed to convince Sebek your relationship didn’t have to be just that of royalty and bodyguard. You could still be friends.
But Silver and you had seemed to have fallen into some odd limbo and you’d feared that it was partially your fault. You’d fallen for the young man before you’d ever joined the Draconia family.
This was something both Lilia and Malleus knew of and that was why you were certain they’d jointly appointed Silver as your personal guard.
A move that had eventually led to all of the recent events that had been occurring as of late. Joyous events that left you giddy with anticipation.
The sounds of horses whining alerted you to the approach of the young man. Silver had at last returned from whatever it was Lilia had wanted Silver for. And it was only a few moments before the young man in question appeared around the corner, head swiveling as he looked for you.
You grinned at the very sight of him, but it wasn’t often that you got to see Silver in his more formal wear and this time he had the intricate braids going through his hair.
Soft aurora hued eyes found yours and you could see him relax just before he dismounted. Strolling forward he knelt in front of you and looked up, “I have returned, Your Highness.”
You were still smiling slightly despite his incredibly formal greeting, because this was how things had been between you two for a very long time.
A careful balance between formalities and an incredible amount of closeness. You tilted your head as you looked down at him, “And that's a good thing, considering I was beginning to miss you.”
A hint of a smile flickered across his face, but he managed to maintain his characteristically stoic expression. He’d always been a better actor than you.
You gestured for him to rise and sit next to you, a request he followed immediately and without hesitation. “Did you enjoy your trip? I’m sure the girls in town were happy to see you.”
“It was pleasant,” Calm as ever and refusing to take the teasing bait you’d laid out. He looked towards you, eyes briefly flickering down at the flower crown in your hands before meeting your gaze once more, “Has all been well with you, Your Highness?”
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be the first to crack and break the act but desperately wanting him to use your name. But you’d promised yourself you’d win this time. You would outlast Silver.
“Fine. Do you remember this?” You held up the flower crown carefully and he nodded without ever taking his eyes off you.
“Your first tiara.”
You hummed, looking back down at it and briefly letting another wave of nostalgia sweep through you before you looked back his way and straightened. Doing your best to look vaguely commanding, “Then kneel, oh knight of mine.”
Yet again, Silver did as commanded, though he did so this time with a flicker of humor in his eyes.
Carefully, you placed the crown on his head while he continued to gaze up at you, “There, a gift to my loyal knight.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
You wrinkled your nose almost instantaneously at his measured response. Obviously completely unperturbed by anything you did and you knew, right then, he was going to win this time too, “Fine, you win. Just quit calling me that ridiculous title and use my name instead.”
This time his smile was fully visible as he stood and looked down at you, “As you wish, Y/n.”
You eyed him with a slight frown, a bit disappointed in yourself for having given way so easily. But Silver was far better at this game than you were and he knew it.
But even then you couldn’t deny that your day could hardly get any better. After all, you were no longer the princess in a fairytale waiting for her love to return. He was standing there right in front of you.
He held his hand out and you easily accepted, letting him pull you to your feet before he began escorting you through Malleus’s immense rose gardens just outside the palace.
“I guess this’ll be the last I’ll see of you till tomorrow evening?” Your question drew his attention to you and he nodded.
“As per tradition, yes. But don’t worry, the day will pass quickly,” A part of you wanted to deny his words. You just knew tomorrow was going to crawl by until you got to see him again that evening.
“Will you be wearing those braids again tomorrow for the ceremony?” You watched as he absentmindedly reached up towards his hair as if to remind himself of what sort of style it was in.
“Yes… Father was practicing,” His gaze found yours meaningfully and you had to swallow a laugh. You doubted there were many who were more excited than Lilia was about tomorrow.
“Well, he has every right to be excited, it’s not everyday your son gets married to a royal,” A small smile appeared on your husband-to-be’s face at your words and he nodded.
“True, but I can promise he isn’t nearly as pleased as I am.”
Your smile mirrored his as you bumped your shoulder with his, “As can I Silver. As can I.”
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Fight Till the Very End - Jade
Author Notes: The header for this fic, which also serves as the inspiration for this is, comes from @thegoldenshi-shi and is a lovely design for Punk Jade (Follow the link to see the full picture!) I listened to Jane Child's "Don't Wanna Fall In Love" while writing this and I honestly had the time of my life. As a fair heads-up this fic contains a bit of a headcannon of mine involving Jade and his punk phase. I highly recommend both the song and the art! As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Fluff/ Flirtation/ Romance/ feat. punk Jade
Word Count: 1749
It was one of those days at NRC where you really didn’t know what to think. And truthfully, that wasn’t exactly odd when one lived at a magical school with a talking cat monster in a haunted house.
But this instance was unique because it also robbed you of words. So you didn’t say anything at all as you stared at Jade, who smiled at you in return. Far-too-pleased with himself, judging from his expression.
But he probably was pleased with himself. After all, he was the reason for your loss of words and utter surprise.
In your defense, though, it wasn’t everyday that one saw the usually well-pressed, carefully dressed Jade Leech in an outfit that could only be described as very, very punk.
With cornrows long enough to reach past his knees hanging from his now spiked-up hair, a chain connecting his pierced ear to a sparkly new nose ring, black cloth arm cuffs that extend from his wrists up to his biceps so that his shoulders were visible, and a low-cut top that showed a considerable amount of cleavage paired with silver necklaces that only accented his full black ensemble, you could definitely say this was different from Jade’s usual suit and tie.
It wasn’t a bad different, though. In fact, if you were to be honest, he looked really good. Frustratingly so.
Especially since something about Jade’s expression, from his amused smile to the glint in his mismatched eyes, made you feel like this was all part of some elaborate scheme.
You adored all of the Octatrio, but you were also no fool and knew perfectly well that all three of them enjoyed their little plots and games. So this being a part of some new plot was all too possible.
But at the end of the day, you were never going to learn anything if you just kept staring at Jade. And the longer you stared in stunned and perhaps awed silence, the more amused the young man seemed to grow.
So at last you broke your silence, tilting your head as you continued to scan Jade’s new ensemble, “Well... You certainly are dressed up today. Is there something special going on, or…?”
You trailed off, half-pondering the possibility of some new event that required new clothes and half-hoping that Jade would fill in the rest for you.
And he didn’t disappoint, chuckling softly and shaking his head as he answered, “No, there’s nothing special going on… Rather, Floyd just happened to mention to me that you might wish to see how I dressed back before you arrived at NRC.”
His eyes were all a glimmer as he shifted, almost as if he were posing for you, but there was no way to ever prove it since Jade seemed to be perpetually posed. Another part of his charm, you supposed.
You blinked, refusing to give him what he wanted and instead questioning the obvious: “You had a punk phase?”
If he was disappointed, Jade didn’t show it. Rather, he seemed oddly pleased by your persistence in not reacting to his new look as he nodded, “Yes, I only changed my style of dress a little before you joined us at NRC.”
A part of you wanted to ask why he stopped, wondering if it had something to do with marketing the Mostro Lounge or himself with his infamous butler persona, but another part of you decided against it.
After all, Jade was hardly one to really let others' impressions of him hold him back. It wasn’t like he hid his love of mushrooms, and he seemed to revel in others' occasionally frightened reactions towards his and his brother's general aura of illegal activities.
And perhaps concerns about someone using his jewelry as a handle to yank him down while he was indulging in said illegal activities had something to do with it. It would be tempting to use that chain against him after all if you were in a fight with Jade, though you honestly didn’t think it would do much good in the long run.
As you thought more about Jade going about his usual activities, a smile crossed your face at the mental image of Jade doing his usual work as part of the waitstaff in such get-up “Does Azul know you're dressed like this?”
The grin that spread across Jade’s face was perfectly evil, “No.”
You nodded, letting out a little “Uh huh,” as you began to circle the young man. Taking a closer look at his entire ensemble.
“How did you get your hair to grow out so fast? Extensions?” You eyed the many, many cornrows that swayed with every motion he made. Half impressed by how tightly they were braided.
“Magic, Dear. Floyd helped.” You almost rolled your eyes at the way his explanation rolled off his tongue. Magic. Of course they could use magic to grow their hair out if they wanted.
You finally made your circuit back around the young man, and Jade’s eyes immediately latched back onto your face. The amusement within their depths was obvious as he continued to gaze at you. Ever patient as the two of you played whatever this game was.
“Why did Floyd think I’d be interested in seeing you all,” You gestured vaguely to Jade as you paused, searching for the right word as you fought to keep the smile off your face, “Dressed up?”
The more you evaded actually giving your thoughts on his attire, the more amused Jade seemed. And both of you knew why.
It was because he looked nice. In fact, he looked practically beyond nice. He looked amazing, rather like a devastatingly attractive bad boy male lead from an 80’s movie whose sole purpose was to sweep some poor, good girl female lead off her feet.
At least a part of this game was him getting complimented, but you could see that easily becoming a slippery slope that would end with you in the same position as the good girl female lead.
He tilted his head, pretending to ponder your question, before a smile slipped smoothly onto his face. Confident that he would win whatever this was by the end, “He mentioned how much time we’d been spending together and said he thought you might be interested in learning a bit more about us. I must admit that after what he said, I was curious to learn what you might think.”
You nodded because it was true. Jade had been hanging around you more and more lately.
Initially, you’d wondered if you had something he or Azul wanted, but it had quickly become obvious that wasn’t the case. Instead, it was more like Jade had his own personal stake in spending his time with you. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you would say that Jade was genuinely trying to charm you.
It was hard to not let your eyes scan over Jade once more. It was odd to see him like this, but it was also interesting. Almost like he was opening up and showing you just a bit more about his person, and judging from his words, that was true. Though you also couldn’t deny that this still seemed like a part of some elaborate plot.
But you weren’t the only one who was staring at him. In fact, it seemed like everyone that walked by was staring at the usually menacing young man.
Normally people did their best not to look too closely lest they draw his attention, but either the shock of seeing Jade in punk clothes was so great that they didn’t care or they were confident that he was too focused on you to notice their stares.
And Jade was focused on you as he stepped closer to you, leaning down slightly so that he entered your personal space. You had enough room to retreat if you were uncomfortable, but he was close enough to easily hold your attention solely on him.
“And, what do you think?” His voice had softened, almost as if he were trying to lull you into giving away every secret thought that went through your brain. And maybe he was, but you weren’t about to lose quite so easily. Not when you weren’t sure if you were even ready to face your thoughts and feelings towards him.
But you smiled, used to his many charms by now, before nodding. Not about to lie to the young man even as you refused to surrender, “It looks nice. I bet you were popular back in your old school if you dressed like this back then.”
He grinned, his sharp teeth flashing as, for once, he didn’t even bother to hide them at your words. But he was pleased. Not only had you complimented him, you hadn’t backed down from the subtle challenge.
But you’d already decided that even as Jade slipped continually closer, you weren’t going to just give way. Even as you felt your fondness for him growing, you’d already promised yourself you’d fight till the very end.
In no way were you prepared to fall in love in this world that wasn’t your own. You couldn’t take that on top of everything else. Not when it could so easily hurt, what with your future being so unpredictable.
And it was scary how close Jade pulled you to the brink of falling for him, even despite your defenses.
At this point, you knew perfectly well that if you did slip too far, it would be him that you would fall for. But you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Not when he made that cutting edge that love held feel something impressively close to good.
So it didn’t matter how charming, easy to get along with, or attractive Jade was, and it didn’t matter how tempting it might sometimes be. You weren’t surrendering. And if Jade’s expression was anything to go by, he liked that.
Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling back at him, not quite able to stop it even as you felt yourself slide a bit closer to where he lingered. Waiting for you to fall.
But Jade leaned back, murmuring a soft but incredibly pleased, “Thank you,” as he slipped out of your space. Retreating for now, but no doubt already plotting his next attack in his head as he smiled down at you. Perfectly smug as you both prepared for the next round.
And you’d be ready.
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