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A Night to Remember

★ CHARACTER ─ Malleus Draconia

✦ GENRE ─ fluff

★ WARNING ─ none

✦ SUMMARY ─ In the ballroom of NBC, glancing amongst the crowd, you noticed him. This was your chance.

Note: I think this takes place after they sang "Make a Wish"? I don't really know... Im probably not the only one who got this idea, but I just really wanted to write this one. It came to me while I was listening to "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" on loop

The ballroom of Noble Bell College glimmered under the soft light of the chandeliers. The elegance of the surroundings seemed to amplify the elegance of every guest present. Gowns swirled like blooming flowers and tuxedos glided across the polished floors, all accompanied by the hum of music and laughter. You stepped into the room, your attire fitting perfectly for the occasion—a vision of grace amidst the crowd.

Your eyes scanned the room, drawn instinctively to him. Malleus Draconia stood near the edge of the ballroom, his striking masquerade attire radiating an air of majesty that left onlookers hesitant to approach. Sebek stood honorably by his side, his intense gaze warding off any who might muster the courage to engage the heir of Briar Valley.

But not you.

You wove your way through the crowd, your heart racing with anticipation as Malleus’s gaze found yours. His eyes seemed to soften, the imposing presence he carried melting into something more gentle. With a small, almost unnoticeable smile, he stepped away from Sebek and began moving towards you.

The music shifted, signaling the start of a dance. The crowd parted slightly, as if the world itself made space for the moment between you and him. You reached him just as the first notes echoed through the hall, and he offered you his gloved hand.

"May I have this dance?" his voice, calm and smooth, a gentle smile that just warms your heart.

"Of course," you replied, placing your hand in his.

The dance began. He moved with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, his steps perfectly measured and graceful. You, however, let the music guide you, your style freer and more expressive. At first, it felt like a mismatch, but then you noticed something extraordinary—Malleus was slowly mimicking your movements, his usually precise steps loosening to mirror your fluidity.

A laugh bubbled from your lips, and he smiled—a genuine, delighted expression that lit up his face. Together, you danced, your contrasting styles blending into something uniquely yours. The crowd around you blurred, the music your only anchor to reality.

He twirled you around, his grip steady yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound light and free as it mingled with the melody. As you spun back into his arms, the world seemed to pause for a heartbeat; eyes locking onto yours.

Later, you found yourselves on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The stars above stretched endlessly, their light casting a faint glow over the gardens below. The muffled sounds of the ballroom drifted through the open doors, but out here, it felt as though you were in an entirely different world.

Laughter bubbled up from your chest, and Malleus gave you a look of amused curiosity, his emerald eyes alight with a rare glimmer of playfulness.

"How’d you know how to dance like that?" you teased, referencing his loose, carefree movements that had mirrored your own.

"I didn’t," he replied smoothly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You blinked. “You’re saying you were just winging it?”

“Of course,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I followed your lead. If it seemed otherwise, perhaps you’re a better guide than you realize.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in the best way. "Well," you said softly, "I think you’re a natural. But next time, maybe don’t outshine me at my own style.."

...

"I never imagined I would enjoy myself so much tonight," he admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "You’ve shown me something new—something wonderful."

You leaned against the balcony rail, looking at him. "I enjoyed every moment, too..."

He turned toward you fully, his gaze unwavering. "I’ve often been surrounded by people yet felt entirely alone. But with you, I’ve felt… seen." His words touched something deep within you, and before you could respond, his smile widened—a genuine, heartfelt expression that seemed almost out of place on someone so regal.

"I'm grateful," he said simply, his voice filled with warmth. You smiled back, feeling a sense of connection you hadn’t thought possible. In that moment, under the starlit sky, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you and the quiet, unspoken promise of something more.

I haven't been writing since I was busy with school, and also been kinda focused on drawing more... so I feel like im not as good? but so far I like this Idea more than the rest..

Soo... how was it? GOOD? BAD? It feels rushed.. OH NOO!

I feel like it didn't really turned out on how I wanted it to, but I barely even remember it

I think im gonna try to focus on twst more :•)

Y'all

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𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 2

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff??

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You returned, pleading for a friend. Someone to talk to, someone to relate. Tim then finds the note, and decided to respond because.. why not?

Note: I want this to be a slowburn? But I am sooo Impatient.. So I feel like im just writing the same thing over and over NOO (´△｀)

You walked on the path where you were before. You had returned, back to the secluded spot under the large tree; feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort. Once more, you settled down amongst the fallen leaves and opened your notebook. This time, thoughts were filled with a full mix of emotions, including loneliness and a longing for connection.

You stare off into the distance, wondering. A thought ran through your head, you then began to write. But then you stopped, why did you stop? You paused for a moment and looked around, taking in the quiet beauty of the forest. The sun was still high in the sky, and yet casting an orange shadow throughout the forest, shimmering on the ground.

You began writing once again, yet this time you wrote something a bit different than your normal. Usually you'd be writing about your day, your feelings, and your thoughts, but rather than your usual, this time you wrote one sentence that made you hesitate. You were unsure, why? You didn't know. Putting aside your worry, you continued writing.

You thought of it for a moment, debating in your thoughts once more. Though Another thought came to mind, as you wrote another sentence at the bottom of the paragraph.

Finished writing, you then leaned back on the dark tree bark. This time you had felt more nervous about what you had written, and yet there was something about it that made you feel some relief; as if you were letting something out of you. Your thoughts and feelings were written on the page; maybe a small doodle will make the message more friendly? as if someone will read it, you thought. But you were still nervous about the thought of someone reading them. You wrote a small sentence in the bottom left of the note. You left it right there as you packed up your things, hoping someone who finds it will maybe talk to you..

Tim continued on his nightly walk through the forest. Though, it was still noon, the sky still bright, the sun has yet to set, chill starting to settle with the slowly falling night. His thoughts were scattered and weary, as he let his feet move him along the familiar path.

He was deep in thought; when his gaze flickered downwards, spotting something on the ground. As he got closer, recognition filled him; a note. Had it been the same person? He thought. Kneeling down to picked it up, as his curiosity piqued. He then unfolded it, eyes scanned the words written on the page.

He began to read the words carefully, absorbing the contents written on the page. The message was personal, an expression of loneliness and a longing for connection. It was written in the same handwriting as before, but this time, the tone was different. It felt more open and vulnerable, as if the writer was reaching out, seeking a response.

Tim didn't know what to make out of it. Feeling intrigued, he continued reading. But as he reached the end, two additional sentences caught his attention. The words seemed to convey a sense of loneliness and longing for connection, written in a messy yet desperate script. Tim read the note intently, feeling a slight pang of sympathy for the person who wrote it.

Curiosity gripped him, wondering who could have left this. It had to be the same person, he thought, as he read through it once more, taking in the words and messy but neat handwriting. It looks familiar, he thought. He looks around, looking for a clue once again, as he reads,

"I sit alone in the abyss of silence, aside from the melodic singing song of the birds. As time goes on, thoughts of loneliness and longing fill my mind. No one to speak to, no one to relate to. The weight of aloneness is too much to bear, and I know that all I can do, is sit here, just waiting for the day that I'll have the courage to reach out, and look for company, look for friends." He finished reading the first page, flipping the back to see just incase. And he sure was right, there was another, that reads.

"I seek refuge in the forest, it's the only safe space I have left. Surrounded by trees, plants, and nature, it offers me some comfort in this cold, vast world. I often find myself quietly pleading to god for a friend. Someone who could understand my struggles, be there for me. My heart longs for companionship, for someone who could be the light at the end of my dark tunnel." There was more, bottom left corner of the paper.

"But, it seems like even god can't hear me, or perhaps no one's listening."

"Maybe someday, someone will be willing to listen." The note end there, with a simple doodle of a cat, weeping; and few stars on the pieces of papers.

Maybe once he get back, he'll reply. Maybe?

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as you stared down at the page. Your heart raced, the silence of the forest almost deafening. The note in your hand felt heavy, and yet it also gave you a strange sense of comfort, knowing that someone had found and read your words. You looked around the silent forest, hoping that it wasn't just a silly joke. You took a deep breath and started to read the reply. The letters were written in a scribbly but neat handwriting; it was.. human. Message was brief and simple, yet it left you feeling a little puzzled. It reads,

"saw your note. I get it, the loneliness and longing in your heart. I can relate." You read the words on the paper again, mind racing with thoughts. The simplicity of the message intrigued you, yet at the same time, it made you feel slightly uneasy. Who was this person who had replied to your note? You sat back against the tree, deep in thought, as you stared at the note once again.

Do you write a respond? You thought. Will they read it or not, you still decided to respond. But as you write your response, a mix of emotions flood through you. Part of you feels relieved that someone else understands your loneliness, yet a small part of you yearns for a deeper connection, a desire for someone to truly know how you feel, an actual friendship.

I DONT LIKE THIS ONE NOOO (ㄒoㄒ)

AA THIS FEELS OOC! IS THIS OOC?? Maybe I'll do a rewrite someday.. But for now I'll just continue the fic..

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SYNOPSIS : your brother’s best friend is a travelling volleyball sensation. he sends him letters from every country he visits, & you could care less. till.. he starts addressing them to you.

PAIRING ; oikawa tooru x reader SMAU 📼

TAGS / CWS : none of the art is mine unless stated, language, sexual & kys jokes, suggestive, borderline angsty, childhood enemies to lovers *wink wink*

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mailbox boy — where it all started

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signed sealed delivered — the end of it all

the letters : bonus

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author’s note: it’s over! sad to say this is probably the most poorly executed work on my account — but I’m keeping it up for the sake of those who hold it dear to their heart <3 thank you for reading

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