OC INTRODUCTION ➻ ELIOTT EMBERS
BASIC INFORMATION
name🪞Eliott Embers
age🪞17 years old
birthday🪞15th March
height🪞168 cm
homeland🪞Queendom of Roses
class🪞sophmore
dominant hand🪞left
A sweet-faced student from the Royal Sword Academy. While he's usually very friendly, he often seems to be more focused on his dream world than on what's actually happening around him.
Daydreams and made-up stories were always his way of escaping the world. His childhood was far from happy - his mother died in childbirth, his father remarried not long after. Eliott's father was loving in the moments when he wasn't absent, but his new stepmother seemed to care mostly about herself, her own son from her previous marriage, and throwing her husband's wealth around. When his father died too, Eliott was left alone, an unwanted child in the house of somebody who was still like a stranger to him.
Despite his bad situation, he never let it get to him. He would often turn to daydreams, imagining that he was actually a lost prince or a gallant knight. Other times, he made up stories about the people he saw in his neighborhood, casting them in the roles of fairy tale characters.
Eliott is an endlessly optimistic boy who seems to be able to see the bright side of every situation. He's hardworking by nature and doesn't complain, no matter what life throws at him.
At home, he knows how to make himself small, unnoticeable, so he can avoid getting in trouble. He does the chores thrown at him with a placid smile and quietly tolerates any berating. But when he's at school, he acts completely different, letting his true self shine. He's actually pretty popular there, which is no wonder. He acts confident (even when he doesn't actually feel it), he's friendly and charming, and always seem to know exactly what to say to somebody. He also has the reputation of never saying no when somebody asks him for help, though that may not be the best thing - he just usually doesn't know how to.
His signature spell is called A Dream, A Wish. It allows him to make the things he writes about come to reality within certain limitations.
OTHER FACTS/TRIVIA
🪞twisted from Cinderella (nobody could've guessed lmao)
🪞really loves writing, his dream job is to write books for kids
🪞tho right now most of what he's writing is fanfiction
🪞his favorite food is pumpkin pie
🪞doesn't actually enjoy doing most of the household chores, but he is very good at them
🪞he never had enough money to buy the clothes he wanted to he learned how to sew his own
🪞animals seem naturally drawn to him, which he's always very delighted by, as he's a big animal lover; he feeds the mice he finds in the house and gives names to the sparrows in the garden
🪞his biggest life goal is to move out of his house
RELATIONSHIPS
Riddle Rosehearts - not only were they neighbors, their bedroom windows were facing each other. Eliott would often watch Riddle, making up stories about his life. Since he didn't know Riddle's name, he would just call him "rose boy" in his head. Since Eliott was already friends with Trey and Che'nya, they finally introduced him to Riddle one day and the two of them became fast friends. It was only natural, in a way. They were both kids from bad homes, desperately needing an escape from their normal lives. Riddle liked how creative Eliott was and in turn Eliott was impressed by how smart Riddle was. They would often talk by sending letters between their windows using magic; Eliott would write stories about the two of them as characters in fairy tales. And then Riddle just completely stopped talking to Eliott. Eliott spent a good few years convinced he must have done something that made Riddle hate him. It was only after Riddle's overblot that he had learned that it was actually Riddle's mother who had found their letters and made Riddle cut off contact. They're friends again now, meeting up as often as they can while going to different schools. Eliott cares for Riddle deeply, and often tends to care about his problems more than about his own. In his dream reality, the two of them would run away and live together.
Trey Clover - they knew each other since childhood and would often run around the neighborhood, causing trouble. They're still very close now, keeping in contact even when they don't see eachother for longer periods of time. Trey is probably the person Eliott trusts the most and he's the person Eliott always goes to first with his problems. Every school break, Eliott sneaks out from home to spend some peaceful time at Trey's place - he's always welcomed there, as Trey's parents absolutely adore him.
Che'nya - as with Trey, they're also childhood friends. At school, they usually hang out together. If Eliott feels too anxious to do something, Che'nya will most probably drag him into it anyways. Eliott has no idea what his friend is on most of the time, but honestly? It's fun, so he's willing to indulge. The unabashed eccentricity is something he actually really admires about Che'nya.
FICS
orange peel theory
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soft glow ✰ m. riddle
summary: sleepy mornings with matthéo
pairing: bf!matthéo x reader
warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing really other than that!! just tooth rotting fluff n théo who’s soft for u and no one else!! :’))
note: hi!! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i still think it’s a lil tiny bit cute so i’m posting!! feel free to send in requests!!
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when you wake up, matthéo’s bedroom is warm with the soft glow of morning. golden rays of sunlight peek stubbornly through his drapes, and soft white noise filters steadily in through the window.
as you slowly come to, you begin to register the familiar sensation of matthéo’s touch. his calloused fingers glide almost curiously across your face; carefully tracing each curve and dip, as if to memorize your every detail.
with a soft hum, you finally blink open your eyes - squinting into the sunlight. you roll towards matthéo with a yawn, offering him a sleepy smile. “hi”
matthéo grins, smoothing a mess of tangled hair away from your face. “hi, darling.” his voice is raspy and painfully fond - and your heart aches pleasantly behind your ribcage. his hand slides casually to the back of your neck, and you quietly hope that your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “how’d you sleep?”
“me? oh - i slept terribly” you’re aiming for deadpan in a desperate attempt to play it cool, but you wear a giddy little grin that almost certainly gives you away. “worst sleep of my life.”
“oh yeah?”
you nod with all the conviction you can muster - which admittedly isn’t much. “mhmm” with a little stretch, you’re leaning upwards to kiss his cheek. “you snore louder than my granddad.”
matthéo scoffs in mock offence, fingers poking teasingly at your side. “‘s that so?”
you nod once more, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. matthéo’s teasing is relentless, and you squirm clumsily away from his prodding fingers. in the end - it doesn’t take long for you to give in. “okay! okay - fine!” you laugh breathlessly. “you don’t snore and i had the best sleep of my life. is that what you wanted to hear?”
“yes actually. because you on the other hand - you do snore and it’s really quite loud - sort of like-”
“matthéo!” he’s being mean on purpose and you pretend to hate it. “i do not snore!”
“okay but how do you know you don’t snore, hm? i mean - if you’re asleep when it happens…” he tugs you towards his bare chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your back. “you wouldn’t really know, would you?” he punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you all but melt into his gentle embrace.
“i hate you.” with your face smushed against matthéo’s chest, your words come out awkward and muffled. “like - i really, really can’t stand you sometimes.”
he tugs you impossibly closer with a pleased laugh. “don’t lie, sweetheart”
“i’m not lying!”
he tilts your head upwards before slowly kissing your lips. you feel warm all over, and you chase him with a quiet whine when he pulls away. “if you really hate me, why were you screaming m-”
“you’re so awful!”
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