sleepy hollow

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Hey all, it’s been a while! I wanted to get back into the swing of writing and Valentine’s Day is coming up, so, keeping with the theme of my blog, I’ve decided to do a special Dreaming event!

Here’s how it’ll work:

FIRST LIMITED DOUBLE AFTER 3 YEARS 😭

Anyway, hope you feel better soon and if you need anything (that I can provide) don't hesitate to ask!

lots of love! /p

Awwhh thank you so much Kairi!!

Good news is, I’m better now! Bad news is, somehow I hurt myself. I am Going Through It.

Drink all the fluids, have all the soup, and get all the rest! <3

Awh, thank you so much!! I appreciate it 💖Almost better now, thankfully! Just glad I don’t have a fever anymore lol.

Hoping to get back to writing soon, although might still be a bit as my brain is still Disconnect From The Wifi and I really wanna make sure my writing is good for you guys 😭 last time I wrote fanfic when sick there were like 3 spelling errors and I forgot to be gender neutral, so I don’t wanna frick that up again lol 💀

If it’s alright can I request an Animal Print with Rain Sounds at 9pm? Thank you in advance!

I had a nightmare last night and he’s my comfort character so it’d really make my day, but if not that’s also fine :3

WARNINGS: Mentions of Nightmares, reader is Prefect. Idk if reader having hair is a warning but they do.

COMMENTS: Hi Estelle! Thank you for the request :D This is such a cute prompt!! And I’m really sorry about your nightmare, hope this helps you feel better! Sorry it took me a couple of days! And, sorry if this is really long hehe. I love writing for Silver because it allows me to write just. pure wholesome. he's so sweet.

“Prefect?”

The gentle voice snapped you into reality. Your brain, still whirring from adrenaline, took slightly longer to adjust to the scene in front of you. The confusion and panic must have been evident in your eyes, as the person spoke again.

“It’s alright, I’m here. Take a couple deep breaths, then, try to focus on three different things in the room for me, please.”

You followed the voice’s instructions, breathing in, holding, and then breathing out through your mouth. The sensation of your breath passing over your lips seemed to help ground you. 

…What was the second thing? Oh, right.

You cast your eyes around the room, looking for something to focus on.

First, Deuce was laying on the floor, completely dead to the world. Startled, you realised that it wasn’t just you, him and the voice. Your other first-year friends and Grim lay scattered around the Ramshackle living room in their pajamas and various sleeping positions.

You wracked your brains, trying to remember why on earth there were like, seven people in your living room other than yourself.

Your mind was taken back a couple hours as memories flooded your brain. You’d invited the first years to Ramshackle for a sleepover. Sebek had initially declined the invitation, but Lilia had overheard and insisted he go. Day of, Silver had apparently been instructed to escort Sebek there. He originally had planned to head home, but after some convincing (and some pointedly ignoring the way the other first years were shooting you teasing looks), he’d accepted your invitation to stay. The evening had been pretty fun, but it had taken you all a long time to actually fall asleep. 

…And then, the nightmare.

Just the thought of it sent creeps up your spine. You shivered, registering your breathing speeding up again. You hastily cast your eyes around for the second thing.

Your eyes land on a digital clock, sitting on the coffee table.

2:38 am, it read.

You felt a surge of irritation. Your stupid brain was going to suffer with class tomorrow because it scared itself awake and now you felt too unsettled to sleep. 

That’s so dumb, you thought. The clock didn’t seem to be helping, so you cast your eyes around for the third thing.

You didn’t see anything of interest at first, but then you made eye contact with the boy sitting on the edge of the couch. His auroral eyes searched yours, the concern obvious in his face. They shimmered like Opals in the dark. You felt your breath hitch.

“Prefect?” Silver asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He spoke gently, but urgently. You realised how worried he was about you. You forced a smile.

“I’m okay.” You managed, voice hoarse and cracking. You cringed at how unbelievable you sounded. He evidently didn’t believe you either.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He shifted a little closer to you, and you adjusted your seat on the couch to give him a little more room.

“I’m alright, just a nightmare.”

His eyes flooded with sympathy and concern. “Do you need anything? Water, fresh air?”

You paused for a second.

“Uhm… I don’t need anything, but… could you stay with me for a little bit? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiled softly. “Sure thing.”

The two of you sat there for a while, drinking in the safety of each others’ company and talking quietly. Being with him seemed to spread this warm, comforting feeling through you. Pairing the warmth with the lateness of the hour and your exhaustion was a recipe for drowsiness, and you found yourself fighting to keep your eyes open.

Silver seemed to notice this, and his eyes softened. He gently reached out and brushed some hair out of your eyes, and you felt yourself sleepily lean into his touch. He smiled.

“Get some rest, Prefect. I’ll keep you safe from any more bad dreams.”

You mumbled a sleepy response and laid back down on the couch.

You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

Silver watched over you gently as you slept, determined to stay true to his word. He’d even use his signature spell if he had to. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, or what it was fully, but something had been different tonight. He’d felt more worried than he had in a while, but it was a different kind of worry.

Maybe it had something to do with how he seemed to prefer your company above anyone else’s. He’d have to ask Lilia about it in the morning, but for now? He looked down at where you laid and smiled.

Nothing would make him happier than to just be here with you.

-Animal Print Pillow with Rain Sounds at 9 PM (Silver, Hurt/Comfort, Realising he loves you)

-Chef's Hat Pillow with Rain Sounds at 10 PM (Trey, Hurt/Comfort, Being jealous)

-Silk Pillow with Warm Milk at 9 PM (Vil, Comfort/Hurt, Realising he loves you)

-Octopus Shaped Pillow with Warm Milk at 11 PM (Azul, Comfort/Hurt, Confession)

-Cactus Shaped Pillow while Counting Sheep at 9 PM (Jack, Fluff, Realising he loves you)

-Crocodile Shaped Pillow while Counting Sheep at 9 PM (Sebek, Fluff, Realising he loves you)

♥ I think that's all for now. let's check back again later. ♥

WARNINGS: Tried to keep things vague but sorry if it’s a lil too specific sometimes. Reader is Prefect. Written under a romantic presumption but could possibly be read platonic. The Hell Word pops up in Leona’s and Idia’s. Book 3, Book 4 and Book 6 spoilers in Leona’s, Jamil’s and Idia’s respectively. I wrote all of these late at night also, so fair warning

NOTES: sorry it’s been a while, life go brr. This is heavily self indulgent, and sorry if it’s OOC. Might do the others (First, Second & Third years) if enough people want it. 

Also, if you like this, please feel free to check out my Valentine’s Day Event!

He hesitates for a moment, hands hovering beside you as he thinks carefully about what to say. As he speaks, his voice begins to shake. 

“Thank you for trusting me of all people with your feelings and circumstances. I… I am so, so sorry, Prefect. I’m-- I wish I was good at this - there are no rules for comforting someone you care about - but I’ll do my best. I— I can’t imagine what it’s like, going through what you’re going through. What you’re about to be going through. But— of course, all of Heartslabyul and I are at your disposal. Anything, anything at all that would bring you a moment’s comfort or peace, please come to us. I— all of us care about you deeply. Please tell us what to do to assist.”

If you want it (and are willing to excuse a slightly flustered Riddle), he’ll give you a tight hug, trying to convey how much he cares about you. He hates that he struggles to talk about things like this. For you, he’ll do anything. Anything to bring your rosy smile back. And if anyone dares oppose him? Heads will roll. 

He’s been strangely quiet during your explanation, venting, tears - all of it. He waits until you’re finished - and then a moment longer, to consider his words. He reaches up to dry your tears. With his spare hand, he takes yours and pulls you a little closer, speaking in a low, gentle voice. 

“Oi, Herbivore, c’mere. It’ll be alright, you hear? You’re strong, shameless and crafty. Hell, you give that Octotwerp a run for his money. If you gotta fight tooth and claw to get through this, then I’ll fight with you, okay? Just— no more waterworks for now. Yeah, it sucks. But you’ve cried about things, so now you should have the strength to get up and stick through them. If that’s all you can manage, I’ll get Ruggie to take care of the rest. Just don’t push yourself right now, ‘kay? Good, now rest. You’ll need it after a sob-fest like that.“

He pulls you into a surprisingly gentle hug, rubbing circles on your arms. After a while, he’ll ask if you want to nap with him. Once you fall asleep, he’s calling Ruggie and making plans. No way in hell are you dealing with more than you have to. He’ll fight for you himself if he has to. 

Hearing the pain, the anguish and the tears in your voice, he has to fight back tears himself. He hesitantly reaches out for you. Pausing for a moment, he begins to speak, voice filled with emotion. 

“This is— I’m very, very sorry, Prefect. You do not deserve to go through this— any of this. Should you request anything at all, the Mostro Lounge will provide, free of charge, of course. If there is anything we— I— can do to ease your burdens, please do not hesitate to ask. The world can sometimes be a deeply flawed, unfair place. I wish that I had the power to better shield you from this side. I’m truly, very sorry, Prefect. Please know that I— we care about you. This world is a far better place for your presence in it. Please, let us return the favour for you.”

He (with permission) gently pulls you into a hug, holding you as though you were glass. He was going to find who- or whatever caused you to hurt like this and make their pitiful existence miserable. Those poor, unfortunate souls. 

As you confide in him, Jamil seems to turn strangely quieter than usual. His solution oriented mind begins to whir, thinking about what he can do to help, the logistics of it, etc. Your sniffling snaps him back into reality. Putting solutions aside for now, he reaches for your hands and squeezes them gently, offering you a small, sad smile.

“Hey, everything will work out. It sucks right now, obviously, but in a while, it’ll all be okay. That’s just the way life goes, for some reason. World shattering events can happen, but time marches on anyway. It’ll always drag you with it, too. What I mean is that because you’ll be okay eventually, it can help you be okay now. I guess. And we at Scarabia are always here for you, okay? Kalim’s… Kalim, and I’m always here for you if you need to vent or complain or if you need help. I’m never too busy if it’s you, alright? Just don’t bottle it up… that works out well.”

He smiles a little ruefully at that last comment, then takes off his hoodie and drapes it over you. He tells you to keep it - that way he’s always there with you if you need it. He squeezes your hands and rests his forehead against yours, comfortingly. Jamil wasn’t used to being quite so… hopeful. But you had helped him become better, and he wanted to return the favour.

Vil may be a good actor, but his thoughts were shockingly readable as you vented to him. He seemed to react correctly in all the right places, asking questions but never pressing for answers. When you finish, he gently reaches out and starts stroking your hair. He pulls you a little closer for comfort. He pauses for a moment, then begins to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Prefect. You do not deserve this - any of this. Pomefiore’s students and I are always here for you, no matter the need. Anything you need, it would be our honour and privilege to provide. In times such as these, I find taking care of oneself is extremely important. Not to the extent of perfectionism necessarily, but enough to bring you joy. So please, if it’s not too much trouble, please find one indulgent thing each day. Not something so unhealthy it’d ruin you, but something gentle and sweet. Like a bubble bath, or watching that movie you’ve mentioned wanting to see. It’s important to keep yourself as happy as you can, when life is attempting to do the opposite. And if you can’t think of anything, then please, come to me. Let me take care of you.”

He then, with permission, sweeps you into the biggest, comfiest, warmest hug you’ve ever experienced (Ghibli-style), and stays that way until you move. He wants to do so much more for you. He knows where you’re at, and, being the kind of person you are, he trusts you’ll know what’s best for yourself. He only hopes you let him take care of you, too.

Bro was low key in panic mode. What the hell is he supposed to say/do??? He really, really can’t afford to screw this up. He’s pretty sure he’d get a -1000 debuff to his Charisma stats if he doesn’t say the right thing. Usually, he wouldn’t particularly care if it was just some NPC he had to comfort - but this is the protagonist we’re talking about! And Ortho’s not here, just his luck! He sighs and his mind races back through every Otome/VN game he’s played and every shoujo romcom to figure out what in Twisted Wonderland he’s supposed to say.

“Uhh, that’s not very… plus ultra? Shoot, I mean-... That sounds really tough. I’m sorry, Prefect… Stuff like that is rough… I’m, uh, not the best person to go to for advice. Not particularly known for my ability to… handle stuff. mentally. But uh, I’m always here for a distraction if you need. That’s what I typically do. Distract until you don’t feel anymore haha… but uh, that’s probably not a good thing. Still, though. I’m always happy to play games or watch anime with you.. Or something. Those are my favourite things, not necessarily yours. We don’t have to. It’s honestly enough just to hang out with you… ugh, that was cringe, wasn’t it?”

Once you assure him that it was very much not cringe, he sighs in relief and gives you a small, soft smile - not an expression you’ve seen often on him. He reaches over and pulls out two controllers, throwing one to you. He boots up a game, commenting how he’s not gonna go easy on you just because you’re sad. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You cautiously ignore the thunderstorm brewing outside as you vent to Malleus about your problems. You carefully construct your words and phrases, to protect Sage Island from month-long hurricanes. After you finish, Malleus asks if you are comfortable with physical affection. With consent, he pulls you into a hug. 

“Apologies, Child of Man, I am not familiar with methods of comfort. I will do my best - I only ask for your leniency if I say something wrong, and for you to understand that all I say is with the best intentions. I want you to know that I care about you. I believe it is important for those going through difficult periods of time to know where they have true friends. No matter what, Child of Man, I wish to be counted among those. If I am, and with your permission, I will enact all I can to assist you through and out of these situations. I only ask your patience. I promise, I will do whatever you require during this time. Only speak my name, and I will be there.”

Malleus continues to hold you gently, unsure about what to do or say from here, other than gently repeating he’s here for you. He stays there with you until you are ready to move on, then takes you for a walk around campus. And this time, he’ll only go on two tangents about gargoyles you pass.