𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 { ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs }

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑧 𝐴 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 (Silver x fem!reader)

We have another boy who's just straight up ✨m a j e s t i c✨

There's so little Silver content, so I'll try to indulge you all as best as I can.

(P.S. Image above does NOT belong to me!! All credit belongs to the original artist/owner!!)

Dreary_October
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Plotline : With the invitation to visit the City Of Flowers for the Glorious Masquerade, it dawns on you that you have no clue how to waltz. As you're relaxing with Silver a day before your departure, you relay your problem. And he has no problem helping you.
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"Ouch!" You hissed, recoiling from Vil, who had accidentally pricked you with a pin.

"Sorry, but I did tell you to stay still," he mumbled, pulling at the fabric around your waist.

"I was!" You hissed, glaring at the older male.

He rolled his eyes but said nothing, picking another pin and pinning another section of the fabric around your midsection in place.

When you and a few others were chosen to attend the Glorious Masquerade in the City Of Flowers, Vil was pissed that he hadn't been chosen. So much so, that he had ranted and raved to you and Epel as he helped you with your potions homework. To sooth his tempers a bit, you had asked him if he would help design your outfit, as Professor Trein had warned you that they may not have customary female gowns with them. You took this into account, already accepting that you may have to wear a male outfit.

But, as soon as you relayed this to Vil, he had nearly broken his neck with how fast he turned to face you and nearly flattened his lungs with the gasp he released. He, of course, agreed to help you with the condition that you get a few things for him in the City Of Flowers, specifically these beautiful hair ornaments made from pure silver and gold and shaped into flowers exclusive to the City.

That was nearly two weeks ago and Vil had searched up references and previous masquerade ball gowns - and that took him a week - before he started designing and sewing. You would have to leave tomorrow and Vil was finishing up beading your bodice.

"Nervous? I mean, this is your first masquerade," He suddenly questioned, helping you get out of the dress.

You shook your head,"No, not really, Vil-senpai,"

He hummed,"That's good. Being nervous makes you stiff and on edge. You can't possibly waltz if you're stiff,"

You looked at him over your shoulder,"Pardon?"

He threw your dress over the mannequin. "Hm?"

You stepped off the mini-podium, slowly walking in his direction. "Did you say.. waltz?"

He hummed, buttoning up the dress. "Yes,"

"As in, slow dancing? Like in olden times?"

He smoothed the skirts out. "I don't know how these things work in your world, but here," he looked at you, smiling lopsidedly,"Waltzing is still very much used."

"Well," you rubbed your neck,"It's not. I mean, you can take classes and ballroom dancing and enter competitions, but we don't exactly hold grand events where they're required,"

He tsked, smoothening out the bodice. "Pity,"

You laughed timidly,"Yeah,,"

You looked out the window, seeing the sun close to setting.

"Anyways," you grabbed your blazer, throwing it on,"I should take my leave. Grimm would worry. Are we done?"

He looked at you,"Yes, I just have to finish up the embroidery but that's a piece of cake for me,"