WHY DID ONLY HE DIE LIFES NOT FAIR - Blog Posts

୨ diasomnia as royal au tropes ୧

♯— silver, malleus draconia, sebek zigvolt, lilia vanrouge

cw: gn!reader, royal!au, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, unedited.

notes: this is just silly brainrot after rewatching barbie mvs. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!

silver ⇾ the knight

“your highness, we must make haste!” silver bursts into your room at the edge of night, shaking you awake with concerning urgency as shouts and screams echo around the castle walls in a resounding cacophony. you’re barely rousing from your slumber as he ushers some sort of footwear on you in an arduous manner, grabbing your hand firmly. “i’ll escort you to safety--the castle has been invaded! come, quickly!”

when your homeland is overthrown by another kingdom and the the people of your country revolt against you, silver, your most valiant knight, is the only one who stands firmly by your side.

your footsteps are silent, running through the halls; his steps are clanky and armour-clad, leading the opposing-side straight to you. they have the advantage in numbers—you know that silver can’t combat them all.

blade drawn across his chest, silver demands for you to leave him behind. you know that is not a request, but an order—the first one he has ever made. even being the most esteemed chevalier in your ranks, he has never asked for anything of the royal family, content with silently fuffiling his role. there’s a sort of inconsolable pain that comes with knowing this was the only thing he’d ever ask of you, but the decision was final. you must go. his earnest expression tells you he won’t change his mind.

you could never doubt where silver’s faith lay. it was and always would be with you. that fact need not be uttered, for it was expressed with his actions. even now, he not once let any foe lay a hand on you; silver was the epitome of resolute and devoted, from the very beginning till the very end.

(when he battles to the brink of exhaustion and takes the final blows all in your stead, silver thinks back to the warmth you had given him. it’s only then that he realises the loyalty he pledged to you felt a lot more like love.)

“no matter who it is against you, or what it is you’re facing, i will forever stand by your side. that is my oath to you.”

malleus draconia ⇾ a loveless royal marriage

“happy anniversary, your excellency!” there’s cheers from all of those residing in the manor. malleus entwines his fingers with yours, squeezing it slightly, the affectionate gesture just enough to satisfy his grandmother and the other guests. once they are pleased with the act, he searches for some sort of joy in your eyes—but there is nothing. the people were congratulating a sham.

malleus doesn’t dare to look at you for too long, because it’s plain to see you’re devoid of life. you don’t love him. he knows you don’t love him. this arrangement killed the person he fell in love with years ago. he can’t recall the last time he’s heard you laugh genuinely, doubling over with endearing crinkles in the corners of of eyes and hands on your knees to steady yourself—you were so carefree. he wishes he had gotten a portrait done so he could remind himself of what you used to be, and not what you are now.

there are so many guests, people you recognise and people you do not, bounding up to the two of you to give you gifts and blessings. you’re giving non-convincing smiles as you chatter, shaking hands and receiving hugs. you don’t want this. you don’t want to be here.

maybe malleus notices your discomfort, as his hand hovers over the midsection of your back. it never touches.

he knows you are not happy. that’s why he pretends to not see the absence of a wedding band on your left-finger, the love letters addressed to another prince, and your hushed preparations at midnight to run away. (it’s ludicrous how the closer you get to leaving him, the more lively you become. you are coming back, you are blooming, but not under his touch—under somebody else’s.)

perhaps your new lover is louder, brighter and sunnier, all attributes he lacks. perhaps he should stop looking for excuses to help him loathe himself less. you and malleus were just not made for each other, and that was that.

“if i cannot make you happy, then i shan’t bind you to me any longer. go, and do not return.”

sebek zigvolt ⇾ a royal rivalry

“why aren’t you dancing? can’t you find a suitor? or did you fail your ballroom lessons? how pitiable. did you not pay attention? in my family--” sebek cocks a brow haughtily as though his mouth wasn’t half-stuffed with sweets. in spite of his discourtesy, he still carried an incorrigible regal air about himself. you grit your teeth. “do you ever shut up? nobody has asked me yet..”

sebek has been your rival since birth—the bane of your existence. both of your kingdoms are close allies, meaning you’re plagued by his endless chatter more than you’d like to be. everything is always has to be a competition between you both—he never misses a chance to remind you of his ‘fae descended’ bloodline that somehow makes him superior to you.

usually, you expect him to yell as soon as he sees you, but he’s oddly quiet. after your last exchange of words, green irises train on those participating in ongoing slow-dance, and then on you. he seems to be insinuating something, but you’re not sure what he wants out of you; you wonder if he’s sizing you up, or comparing heights.

when he instead leans forwards and extends his hand, your breath hitches. what in the world is he doing?! you feel eyes burn into your back—people were staring! you shoot him a quizzical look, but his expression is stiff, slightly rosy, focused on you only. his hand waits for you to take it. “well i-i suppose i can spare the likes of you a dance.”

you scowl—but even as you do, you put your hand in his. if you weren’t in such utter shock, you’d laugh at the audacity of him of all people being your partner for the night. you’re suddenly picking up on things you’ve never noticed about him before: the viridescent embellishments on his suit compliment his hair well… and oh, he does look better with his hair down, and…

he was your enemy, so why did he suddenly seem so… charming?

“are you leading or am i? …huh? you dare question my dancing ability? i’ll have you know, i had LESSONS!”

lilia vanrouge ⇾ forbidden love

you peer outside your bedroom window. he’s there again—the enigma of a bard who comes to play tunes for the royal family. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looks right in your direction with a knowing smile—flustered, heart thrumming against your chest, you draw your curtains shut. your family think he’s here to play for everyone, but you know better. he’s here for you.

you’d spend every night before lilia arrived sleepless, waiting upon his arrival. his songs were ballads of worlds you never got to see, and never would be able to experience. you would hang onto his every word, head rested on his laps as he sung away. you’d be scolded for getting too close by others, but he didn’t seem to mind… so again, you’re quick to rush to his side today, keeping an amiable distance in front of your guards.

his voice is spirituous and unlike anything you’d ever heard before, laced with a certain edge you couldn’t get enough of; you’re certain he must be a wizard enchanting you. how else could you have fallen so fast? was it his eloquence, or his youthfulness that contrasts his extensive historical knowledge, or his archaic way of attempting to court you? you supposed it didn’t matter. all you knew was that your entire being was entranced by this strange fleeting sensation.

you sneak him away from prying eyes as soon as you can, and he teases you: “aren’t you greedy, wanting me all to yourself?” taking your hand and pressing chaste kisses to the back of it. the thrill of trying to not get caught spurs him on, and the sheepish look on your face and tremor of your stuttering as he renders you speechless is a plus.

you have been unsure of yourself your whole life, not knowing if the roadmap you had laid out for you was the one you truly desired—but this was the one thing you’re certain about. you must see this man again. (even if it means going against orders and sneaking out, even if it brings your family shame, even if you find out you’re not special to him in the end.)

when you tell him such, he throws his head back in a fit of giggles. you truly believe he embodies temptation, drawing you inwards—you can’t resist it!! he thinks you’re so cute, with your bashful expression and all, as he taps your nose thrice and pinches your cheek with gleeful adoration.

“you would really risk it all just to see me? i might serenade you on the spot.”