#Lilia being a dad

[symphonyofdoom]

Happy Father's Day! Here's a Lilia fanfic for today!

Lilia being a father figure to MC/Reader.

Synopsis: MC/Reader/you told Lilia a Happy Father's Day, but during that MC/Reader ended up confiding to Lilia about their complicated relationship with their father. (Side note: I refer to the reader as "you" in this. Also this is my first fanfic that I've written. Sorry if it's not perfect).

TW: implied abuse, family trauma, painful memories.

Tags: wholesome, slice of life, comfort

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MC: Happy Father’s Day, Lilia-senpai! Because you’re a dad… or father … a good one as I heard from Silver!

Lilia: Woah thank you very much, Prefect! Didn’t expect that from you, I guess you’re one of the ones who know of our secret Khee hee hee!

Lilia: Anyways, you must miss your father back home! He probably misses you too.

MC: …

Lilia: Huh? What is it? You seem troubled, prefect… Did I say anything wrong? Sorry about that!

MC: Oh no no no it’s not you! It’s… complicated… Yeah, I miss my dad, but…

Lilia: Oh, I see. *He looks at you inquisitively* Well would you like to perhaps confide in me? I have time for days as they say! I would love to hear you out!

MC: Is… it okay?

Lilia: Huh? Why are you asking? Of course it is okay! You should never feel troubled for needing someone to talk to!

Lilia guides you to a nearby bench. You told him everything that your dad has done to you.

Lilia: Ehhh? What?! He did that?! That’s pretty… cruel! No father should say such words or do such things to their children! *Lilia looks pretty upset now*

MC: I don’t know… I think I get it, though… I’m not the best child… In fact, I was the naughtiest one and I misbehaved a lot back then! I mean you know what kind of shenanigans Grim and I got up to, right? Hehehe…

It was a little painful for you to say it, but it feels better after joking about it. You have to lighten up the mood after seeing his upset face after all. However, Lilia looks at you with a horrified face.  

Lilia: Prefect…

Lilia: I may be strict, very strict even. Even Malleus have seen my wrath. However,… HOWEVER, I will never say or do any of that to a child. I would never imagine myself saying such words or doing those things to Silver. Even when he misbehaved once in a while, even when he used to fight with Sebek daily, and even when Malleus accidentally unleashed the whole castle into turmoil… those words that your father has said never crossed my mind. And even if it did, I would never say it to any of them!

MC: Well… eh… each parents have different ways of disciplining their kids, right? After all, my dad loves me. He just wants the best for me. So that’s why he did and said those things, because he cares about me.

Lilia: Prefect…

*Lilia looks surprised at you, almost out of words...*

Lilia: Prefect, I’m sorry… Maybe because humans don’t live long enough to learn or think some things through… Parents love their children, but at the same time they can be unwise with how they care for their children. They say hurtful things to their children thinking it would make them stronger, but based on what I learned through my own experience and others’ experiences, it’s not the best way to discipline a child… or let alone show that parents love their child. Heck, even fae parents are not the best as well… I have seen it impact some of my… colleagues back then.

For the first time, you’ve never felt so heard or seen. It’s as if your inner child sees a light at the end of the tunnel.

Lilia: Being naughty and misbehaving are common behaviors in children, and sometimes they need to learn their lessons. But they’re children after all; they wouldn’t be aware of the full length of how to behave. What is “accountability” in their young eyes? That is something the parents have to nurture, and nurture it with grace; not punishments and threats unless absolutely necessary.

MC: Well maybe it was necessary for my parents… it was me after all. I could’ve been a better kid who obeyed their parents, but I chose not to… Hahaha…

Lilia: Prefect, cease your nonsense!

*You are taken aback*

Lilia: Prefect… *He has a soft and somewhat sad look in his face* If I may…

He makes a gesture as if he wants to hug you. You are a bit surprised, but you went for it because you feel comfortable around him. Ever since you got to NRC, he’s like another parent for you… another trusted adult besides the faculty members. Lilia embraces you as if he embraces Silver.

*Lilia’s voice becomes gentler than his normal voice*

Lilia:  Prefect, as a child, you just wanted to have fun, right? Seeing how your parents are, they probably took away your source of joy, and when you rebelled, you became a misbehaving child. Prefect, I just want to say this…. Not everything is your fault. You’re not responsible for not being the perfect child. Nobody in this world is perfect… humans, faes, beastmen, merpeople…

*You have flashbacks of when your fellow peers overblotted.*

Lilia: … let alone a child, who still have to learn the ropes of the world.

*Lilia embraces you tighter. *

Lilia: Prefect, any parents would be happy to have you as their child. You are creative, energetic, and bright! You always bring the light to a room. Look, even a lot of your peers seem to value you. See, you’re not a bad kid… I think a lot of parents would think that having you as their child is a huge blessing!

As he says this, you can’t help the tears falling from your eyes. No matter how much you try to repress your emotions, more tears kept flowing through your eyes. You started sobbing in Lilia’s embrace as he rubs your hair. You slowly realized what was missing from you… from your childhood.

Lilia lets you take your time processing your emotions and cry. He let you rub your face against his uniform as you kept crying. Lilia doesn’t mind this. From raising three kids, tears are better than other things on the clothes after all.

Afterwards, he invited you to a Father Day's feast with Malleus, Sebek, and Silver. Lilia told you that it's okay to come to his feast, as the other three would be happy that you joined in too. You accepted his invitation, and thought about inviting him. But maybe, another time. You'll definitely pack up some food for Grim, though!

[sleepypandazzz09]

Strange thought but Sebek’s dad is definitely a Isekai protagonist.

Think about it:

He pursued being a dentist in a place where humans are mostly hated probably because he thinks fae are super cool and he wants to help them cause they don’t have a dentist and he wants a challenge when it comes to dentistry

Not to mention his super hot fae wife who could break boulders with her bare hands

And the super scary grandpa he pisses his pants thinking about

Oh the trials of love he went through to get daddy baul’s approval

But truth be told his wife probably didn’t give Baul much of a choice

“Either you let me marry this human or I leave and never come back!”

He basically checks off all the boxes for Isekai protagonist except he’s not op or anything. He’s just living life how he wants to and now he’s happily married with 3 beautiful children.

If this was a manga I would definitely 20/10 read. The usual Isekai manga plots are getting old and their protagonists suck.

Maybe I��ll just make it myself.

[avionvadion]

Maleficent and Ellis, *unable to have their wedding, both dying horrible deaths*

Teenager! Lilia: "Well, shit."

*Five hundred years later*

Malleus and Eleanora, *constantly flirting with each other*

Old man! Lilia, recognizing Malleus' resemblance to Maleficent and that Eleanora is Ellis' reincarnation: "As soon as I figure out how to undoom you both from the narrative, the wedding is back on."

[violetlunette]

Part of this

Yuu: *Blathering about Sleeping Beauty, a snapping Croc, and Pixie boy* Malleus: *thinking* God, he’s so stupid-- Yuu: Anyway, you wanna come in for tea? Malleus *thinking* --I love him.

~Meanwhile~

Lilia awakening like a Vampire from the Grave: Something horrible has happened.

[hanafubukki]

Riddle would be such a good dad.

He would still be strict in his own ways but I believe he would give his child the freedom and choice that he never had.

I think he would cherish that life he helps bring into the world and promise they wouldn’t have to suffer what he had.

[oddberryshortcake]

Cater's Halloween SSR story hits differently now after Chapter 7. 🥲

This family is falling apart because no one can properly talk to eachother 😭😭

[marvelousazula]

There are a bunch of rumours/theories about Agatha's what if episode, my favourite so far is basically "the eternals adopted her". Like, just great. Really. Give my girl a fucking family.

[lvminisciel]

general's dissection

the one time a famed general wishes to lose, only to emerge victorious warning: disturbing themes, implied suicidal ideation, angst. unrequited lilinor, implied levan x meleanor wc 343, further details on the tags inspired by this song!

i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes

come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’

humans and fae alike may partake

hunting down the general’s head

for he had fallen victim to deceit

castle ground rejects both ashes and bone

as the air grew colder and colder

away from the night’s blessing, I stood

in a path to nowhere

every road I took strayed me further 

unwelcomed even by the gates of death

carrying the seed of your love, I wept

on journeys of no return, I yearn

ii. haunted by the shadow of your love

in the long nights, I dreamt of you

falling in love with someone else

saliva intertwining with what’s not mine

please wake me, please return to my embrace

set me free from this anguish

say, don’t you want to dissect

a general’s heart?

come, join and play this game

you always love carrying out mischief

with that smug grin adoring your silly face

a beating heart would make a fun trinket,

don’t you think?

come back to me and i’ll make you win

exchanging victory with every last piece

of love you’ve left behind

something i could never comprehend,

a grave misconception on your part

as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!

iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury

ah

for once i wished to lose 

a being incapable of affection

because if not, why else 

would you escape from my grasp?

how i wished soul could be used as a currency

all i need is an hour, a splitting second

spare me a fragment of your existence

change the trajectory of one's life,

just like how you did way back

surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,

would it not?

bask the land anew with your magnificence

envelop the dusk with your finesse once more

certainly, people of the night shall rejoice 

concerns and doubt looms no longer

as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns

please come back to me, My Lady.

[chilschuck]

Everyone always talks about Chil braiding his daughters their hair. But being a daughter myself with a little sister I know the fate of fathers. Our dad would often be subjected to getting his short hair "braided". With very colourful hair ties. And decorated with hair clips. There was no escape. I admit my sister was the stylist, I was in it for the chaos and chaos there was. He once had to leave for work like that, heheh.

I bet Chil was a victim of this as well.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHHH ANON THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!! i love stories like these, they always warm my heart sm. :”) i can totally imagine chil letting his girls have their own fun with styling his hair. there was definitely times when he had to sit still while they tie it in lil pigtails and even decorated it with accessories they had on hand. and he’d let them, being the softy at heart he really is, no doubt about it.

that’s so funny he had to go to work like that, WAHH. it makes me picture chil forgetting to take out a hair clip that maybe flertom stuck in last minute and wondering why he was getting interesting glances. (and try to tell me he wouldn’t keep it in his pouch to think of his girls while he was gone. like how he has their old dolls under his desk in his room to think of them by canonically. sobbing)

[orphiicheartd]

Rewatched some of the New Years sale event and my god, Ortho’s interactions with Sam are so fucken CUTE

[egophiliac]

new chapter 7 installment dropped how we feelin????

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THAT'S HIS DAD

[mangacupcake]

With how the Levan theories are going I’m not even surprised if this happens and it turns out to be true- twst is the new Star Wars lol

@adrianasunderworld @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries

So, I came across a weird theory that states that Grim is actually Malleus’ father in cursed formed and I think that would be the most hilarious thing ever if that’s true. XD

[solxamber]

Trash Novel Chronicles Masterlist

1. Please Let Me Live || Vil Schoenheit

You get isekai'd into the worst novel you've had the misfortune of reading because apparently your life is a cosmic joke. Now all you have to do is not act like the character you've possessed and it'll be fine, you think?

Your fiancé being Vil Schoenheit makes it a little harder to behave like a human being with functional braincells, but hey, atleast he likes you, you think?

2. Villain System vs World || Riddle Rosehearts

You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading as the villainess, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.

3. I'd Rather Date the Male Lead's Dad || Lilia Vanrouge

When you end up in your best friend's favourite but absurd novel about breaking a fae prince's curse as the heroine, you didn't expect to get attached to his little family too. Even more unexpected? You fell for the male lead's dad, but hey it looks like he likes you too.

4. Accidentally Falling for a Fae Prince || Malleus Draconia

When you get dragged into a novel which ends with the heroine in a polycule with the most annoying men in literature, as the heroine herself, you decide that you're gonna skip town. ...Only to trip over the fae prince, Malleus Draconia.

5. Not Another Royal Mess || Azul Ashengrotto

As a proofreader who gets isekai’d into a cringeworthy novel as the villainess, you decide to take revenge on the heroine and male lead for their awful story. With Azul—who just wanted to sell you a magic rock—pulled into your chaos.

6. Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles || Leona Kingscholar

When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!

7. I Want To Retire! || Idia Shroud

You write a novel that reads like a dumpster fire and while trying to delete the draft, you accidentally get isekai’d into it.

Now, as the villainess, you have to get Idia Shroud on your side as well as survive high society. You have your work cut out for you.

8. Stealing the Plot for Drama || Jamil Viper

The book you've been looking forward to turns out to be a piece of crap, and you have the bad luck of getting pulled into it as the villainess.

So you decide to steal the main character's show, just for sport with the help of your fiancé, Jamil Viper.

9. Falling for the Sun in a Cold Empire || Kalim Al-Asim

You lose everything you've worked for after a freak accident and end up getting transported to the novel that you read when you were a teenager.

As the villainess. It's time to rebuild yourself, one step at a time with a little help from Kalim Al-Asim, your betrothed.

10. My Consort Calls Me Shrimpy || Floyd Leech

You get isekai'd into a novel where the perfect Empress got absolutely wrecked by the plot, and now you have to juggle a bland heroine, 15 weird consorts, a traitor and a delightfully unhinged eel who’s oddly good at solving your problems.

11. Get Me Out of Here || Rook Hunt

You’re isekai’d into a trashy novel and stuck as a tragic side knight character. All you want is survival, but your boss is Rook Hunt—a poetic, eccentric duke.

Now you’re caught in his chaos and, worse, you kinda don’t mind.

12. How to Ruin a Plot || Jade Leech

When you end up as the villainess in a story that's hellbent on making her suffer for no reason, you decide to make the main characters suffer just for catharsis. Good thing that your fiancé, Jade Leech seems to like chaos as much as you.

13. I Want a Refund || Trey Clover

When the universe dunks you into a dumpster fire of a novel as the villainess, survival is key. Except your husband, Trey Clover, turns out to be such a green flag that it gets a little harder to function.

14. I Don't Want the Heroine || Ruggie Bucchi

You get isekai’d into what could only be described as an affront to literature, as the second male lead. So you decide to cut all ties with the heroine and live a peaceful (wealthy) life with your secretary, Ruggie Bucchi. Except life doesn't go as planned as you get more chaos than you signed up for.

15. My Knight is Too Loyal || Sebek Zigvolt

You wake up as the villainess in a novel that had to be written as a joke. The heroine is trying to ruin your life, but if you refuse to acknowledge her, then it’s not happening. Right? …Right??

It doesn't help that your knight, Sebek, is annoyingly endearing.

16. How to Escape a Kingdom || Silver

You get isekai’d as the heroine in a bad novel. The prince is awful. The villainess is worse. The only thing keeping you going is your gorgeous, tired fiancé, Silver.

17. Speedrunning Marriage Fraud || Ace Trappola

You get isekai’d as the heroine in a romance novel, but instead of dreamy suitors, you’re stuck with a yandere cryptid, a billionaire with no impulse control, and a knight who thinks he's in a Shakespearean tragedy (and more).

Your solution? Commit marriage fraud with your best friend, Ace Trappola, and hope no one asks for a marriage certificate.

[oddberryshortcake]

Masquerade has such good Diasomnia fam moments I want to compile them all together when I'm not dying

[harunayuuka2060]

Lilia: *chuckles* Your mother's an extrovert!

MC: *their mom has almost befriended every parent of their friends (excluding Riddle's)* Yes...

Lilia: Even so, how come you're different?

MC: Well, there are reasons... but the most common one is her not wanting me to follow the same path.

Lilia: Oh? Why? What happened?

MC: Let me ask my mom first if I can tell her lore, or you can ask her yourself.

MC: It's more fun hearing it from her.

Lilia: Haha, I will!

MC's mom: I went to a school dance with my friend. I was 17 at the time, and waiting for my debutante, which was a few weeks ahead.

MC's mom: My friend then asked me, "Do you wanna go for a sleepover?" And of course, I said, "Yes!"

MC's mom: Then she told me, "I will tell your grandparents not to worry." So I went, eh?

Lilia, Malleus, Leona, and Vil: *are invested in listening*

MC's mom: Ah! My useless ex-husband, the father of MC? He and his family went to my grandparents and asked for my hand in marriage WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE.

Lilia: So what did you do?

MC's mom: *shrugs her shoulders* They forced me to marry.

MC's mom: No one believed I was still a virgin.

MC's mom: But I knew in myself that they didn't just want to spend for me because I was never the favorite grandchild.

MC's mom: I was slave in my own home.

Leona: That's fucked up.

Lilia: No wonder you were strict with MC before.

Vil: It's a good thing there was a limit to that.

MC's mom: Of course! If you're naive, you will get taken advantage of.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Mother… You’ve had such a tough life…

MC's mom: *waves her hand* I graduated from that. Now, my child pampers me. I get to have work, and gossip from friends.

Vil: Ah, you'll like being friends with my Dad then.

MC's mom: Eric's quite talkative, no?

Vil: *chuckles*

MC: Mom! Your body's so stiff! What did you do today? *massaging her back*

MC's mom: I carried boxes of fruits... Forgot I'm not 20 anymore.

MC: *rolls their eyes*

Their mom: You've met good friends.

MC: ...

MC: Well, yes. *mumbles*

MC: But they were a real handful at first.

Their mom: You're sayin' something?

MC: No? I was just humming a song.

[akiisame]

What the actual ****????????? This was so beautiful it made me cry uncontrollably 😭

You literally wrote all of my current daydreams about Malleus linking his soul with reader's, and I'm so thankful to you for writing it in such a perfect way!!

Part 2 will be a blessing

Dancing with Malleus

✨ summary: Malleus invites you to the Briar Valley ball ༶༶༶ ✨ warnings: gender neutral reader, immortal Malleus, romance, SFW, I ain't gonna spoil this one for ya ༶༶༶ ✨ word count: 2.9k words

The castle's ballroom is exquisite and grand, with high arched windows that open out into a massive and impressive courtyard. Inundated with golden light, the whole room is sparking in ethereal shimmer and the aroma of crisp floral accents fill the room. From the high vaulted ceilings, chandeliers the size of trees glitter with a plethora of colorful gems, catching the light of magical, flickering flames like stardust. Couples twirl and weave around each other in fluid steps, like a choreographed waltz of swaying and swirling movements. An orchestra of beautiful instruments blend together in a soaring melody as the dancing continues in harmonious orchestration. A faint mist seems to cover the floor, glittering opalescent in the fading daylight, which gives the scene the surreal quality of a dream or fairytale. The ball is attended only by the most exotic mystical creatures and beings of magic, clad in jewels and other luxury wares. Fae of varying shapes, colors, and sizes, waltz together and converse in tight circles, but you couldn't possibly hope to learn their language or names, nor are you important enough to be greeted. You don't belong here amongst the unparalleled beauty of the resplendent folk who grace these halls—celestially carved beings whose mere existence was meant to mesmerize you and your fellow humans, yet Malleus had insisted that you become his plus-one. Despite your fears that you might embarrass yourself due to your utter inexperience at anything remotely resembling courtly dancing, you're inexplicably enamored by his stubborn determination to allow no argument or negotiation on the matter. So now, you find yourself clad in flowing silk that glows like it was created by stars themselves and bejeweled with all manners of beautiful and precious accouterments. With such extravagant adornments and attire, no one would be able to tell you are not of royal blood. Before you become completely subsumed in the buzzing magnificence of the ball, the finest details of your elegant surroundings become blurry.

Suddenly, there is only him.

Your eyes cannot help but alight upon his noble beauty, and for a moment, the entire crowd parts. The Prince of the Valley of Thorns floats through the room, the air around him parting. As his silky hair streams behind him like water, his beauty causes the room to gasp audibly, yet he hardly notices. Only focused on his true intentions, Malleus seems to drift effortlessly through his own subjects, his sharp features devoid of their normal grim severity, eyes sparkling with tender warmth as he fixates solely on you. Every step he takes exudes power and confidence, yet remains graceful and smooth, as he saunters his way to where you stand and outstretches his gloved hand. In an instant, a murmur arises among the guests—every single one of them captivated by the effortless charm and debonair allure the future King possesses. Seeing your bashfulness, he delicately pulls your smaller hand into his before brushing your knuckles with a sweet kiss, a broad, fangy smile illuminating his entire visage.

"Do not be nervous," he soothes you. His slender fingertips gingerly grip yours, raising your entangled palms to rest shoulder-height, and placing his other hand on your lower back, right at the junction of your waist—so carefully, it makes your heart beat a little faster. Despite his inhuman strength, Malleus holds onto you gently, not wanting to bruise you from his crushing grasp. And then, the room around you suddenly fades away—the hundreds of pairs of eyes on you fade to black, the delicate melodies fade to white, the sheer magnitude of magic and splendor falls away and you see only the verdant of his irises, glittering emeralds as bright and eternal as the crystals sparkling around you. The corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit, betraying an emotion he's rarely so candid with outside the sanctum of your relationship. His next words, a dreamy whisper of reassurance, cause butterflies to flutter through your stomach and the hot flush of your cheeks to flood over you.

"Just let me lead and I will bring you to paradise."

Those are his only words as the slow waltz of the orchestra starts, beginning the dance that will set you two into a careful and synchronous flow with each other. Your feet move effortlessly with him, never straying even as he picks up the pace, the momentum between the two of you increasing. You feel him cradle the curve of your body close to him, holding you in the nook of his arm as he deftly twirls you through the night's revels. Malleus expertly keeps pace with the orchestra, all while also maintaining the beat of his heart, which matches the rhythm of his footsteps. As he glides with a masterful ease around the room, every movement controlled and precise, the image you two paint in motion together is nothing short of flawless. There isn't a hitch or misstep in your movement, the two of you completely in sync with the beat, every turn and twist of the music matching each step of your waltz, as he leads you in complete command. His eyes never leave yours, only looking away to catch the flash of one of his deft maneuvers of your body. Time slows and you find yourself completely lost in the wonder as you gaze lovingly into the brilliant, viridescent pools of his irises—his gaze penetrates and drowns you in a wash of endearment, drinking in your visage with unrestrained emotion. It's intoxicating and dizzying, yet you're powerless to break away. As far as you're concerned, the other couples have completely disappeared, lost to the blur of the distance, and it is as though you're dancing to music that exists in a realm outside of the material world. Everything else pales in comparison to this ethereal fairytale—Malleus looks handsome beyond reason in his opulent uniform. The cut of the dark fabric seems to enhance the elegant definition of his strong shoulders and the perfect symmetry of his regal face, yet the lush tailoring highlights his muscular physique and the toned strength that hides under the gorgeous facade. His very essence, the ambiance he exudes, the captivating aura—it all acts as an enchantment of pure spellbound desire, beckoning for you to cast yourself into its endless depth, surrendering yourself entirely to him.

Every step, every sway, every twirl of your dance together is more surreal than the last. This fairy tale is unfolding right before your eyes and all you can do is feel your soul resonate with him. It's in the way your arms circle his body; it's in the way your breathing begins to match pace with his; it's in the way he sets your head spinning and fills your heart with an aching need to be closer. In a secluded corner of the dance floor, away from all the curious eyes, the waltz continues—a beautiful duet of your hearts connecting deeper with every step and spin, as if the magic is attempting to wrench your souls together, desperate to mingle them until they're indistinguishable. He cradles you in his embrace, holding your body against his. From the elegant swoop of his scale-covered forehead, to the sharp, sexy slope of his jawline, his handsome profile is aglow with radiant adoration as he stares down at you with half-lidded, smitten eyes, his cheekbones shadowed perfectly under the romantic light of the ballroom, giving him an ineffable mystique. You stare back at him, searching deep into the blackness of his slitted pupils until your heart aches as your mind rushes with so many unspeakable emotions that threaten to make tears well in the corner of your eyes. In that moment, your love for him burns brighter than the sun and is more potent than anything you have ever known. At last, he closes his eyes in contentment and sweeps you away, a dreamlike smile upon his lips as he spins you across the smooth ballroom floors, grasping onto you as though you are his only lifeline in the universe. Malleus moves as though in a dream, never faltering as he leads your soul into a euphoria you never thought possible, a state where words hold little meaning but the act of dancing could express everything. As he moves the two of you elegantly across the expansive floor, the ephemerality of your mortal existence burns starkly clear in your mind, while his ancient heart thrums within his chest—countless years of melancholy and loneliness he endured seem to give weight to every ponderous beat of his heart, resonating through his chest, enveloping you and shrouding you in the desperate urgency of his adoration for you. Even without uttering any confessions, his heart speaks them to you fluently—you and him are tied so intimately together, an unbreakable knot that holds the threads of your destinies and fate together in a weave too precious and fine to be cut or broken. His fingertips ghost along your neck, the gentle sensation setting your soul on fire, sending electric currents down to the very tips of your fingers and toes, as a powerful shudder rips through your body.

"Wherever I am, you belong by my side," Malleus tells you. His tone is soft, but filled with enough reverence to make your breath catch. He peers at you with uncharacteristic vulnerability, the mere existence of it is practically intoxicating, and he watches your reactions to him with wide and captivating eyes that give off the intensity of a solar eclipse.

"It was fated by the heavens. Our paths were always intertwined," his voice is just a tad unsteady, yet it resonates with his entire being.

For a moment, all the whispers that echo from the watching crowd silence—the buzz, the snippets of gossip about your relationship with the notorious prince—is as quiet and as inconsequential as a background tune to your dance. All those things were meaningless—their cruel whispers and jealous words, their apprehension and disapproval meant absolutely nothing. That momentary stillness grants you both a moment of solace; the very few seconds your lives needed for him to offer himself to you. A confession so pure it lifts the hair on the back of your neck: "I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you. No one could possibly make my heart beat so wildly or ignite such fierce emotions as you do."

His words are just like the tempo of the violins that fill the chamber. Infinite. Mesmerizing. Their echoing sound lengthens into infinity, in their beautiful patterns, the bow caresses the strings and produces such an achingly sublime melody. They pierce through all the tension in the air and carry a stirring urgency along with them as they flow seamlessly with your bodies in sync. Every note perfectly transitions into the next, and the song swells to a climatic, fervid harmony that cannot be resisted. You want him with all the burning hunger and depth of a cosmic soul—for every molecule that composes you calls out to him and wants to interweave his being with your own, so that neither one can ever exist without the other. His form is graceful as you two blend into each other and the song in a divine synergy. Time stretches as the rapturous intensity of his longing is displayed on his face. As you look into his eyes, the entire expanse of his vast, magnificent soul is bared to you. No mortal has ever had the privilege to see him so honestly and fully exposed, yet Malleus gives you his everything—he's always been his whole self in your embrace. He holds you close, cradling your frame to him protectively, and the faint tremble of his grip reveals the depths of his emotional fragility as the passion of his love overwhelms him and renders him helplessly bare before you, like a servant devoted to the altar of an awe-inspiring, glorious God.

Suddenly, all those intense sensations coalesce into the single most beautiful sentiment of all, as the sum of these wonderful emotions create a glorious aria that rouses all the seraphic adoration and longing, and an emotional overdrive within him. With the sum of his desires and emotions pouring out of him in waves, Malleus opens his lips to pour forth his most secret and profound wish and what comes out next, the words barely a hushed murmur above the swelling musical climax, is an admission of raw love. "I wish to spend my eternal lifetime with you by my side. I long to spend it loving only you and I want us to grow together through the centuries as partners." His words, sincere, sentimental, and laced with the faintest traces of tears, are raw in their unapologetic declaration, and they contain within them a depth of devotion you didn't think possible for a soul to ever harbor.

His lip quivers, his eyes begin to shine, and he squeezes them shut just as the first tears begin to flow, spilling over the waterline of his closed eyelids and dripping down his high cheekbones. Tapered fingers firmly intertwine yours and he desperately gazes at Lilia, whose red eyes sparkle in a proud mist as he looks on, giving Malleus an encouraging nod. Finally, the dam is broken—the smile that cracks at the corners of Malleus' mouth blooms, causing his already dazzling complexion to gleam and become impossibly more breathtaking as a sweet, ecstatic sob bubbles out of his lungs. Tears of joy roll down his cheeks as a wide grin takes up half his face, the verdant color of his irises shimmering brilliantly through a crystalline veil of sparkling tears. Thanks to the confidence and encouragement Lilia—his Father—has instilled in him, he finally feels ready to face his destiny, and take you alongside him as an equal. He clears his throat.

"I understand you are a human of little power, a short-lived creature whose days will fleet and wane like that of a candle before a blizzard," his voice is somewhat hesitant, faltering a tad as his anxieties manifest, his vocal chords shivering as he stumbles over his own emotion. His free hand finds its way to clutch the front of his attire, as though the mere mention of you near death makes his heart seize in his chest. His lips form a pout, brow creasing deeply as his breath shakes while you clutch his cheek, a thumb smoothing over his cheekbone, collecting his tears. Then, Malleus steels his features as he delivers his ultimatum. When his beautiful, soulful gaze finds you, there's an immovable determination and steadfastness that betray the fact that he's already made the choice, and your presence at his side is inevitable. "Therefore, in order to make our union possible and feasible, I spent countless hours researching every ancient text and scroll to seek a loophole, to bend the fates and twist their strings around my fingers." His lips curl to the side and his eyebrows raise ever so subtly, an adorable hint of pride shining in the smile he wears. "At last, my labor produced a solution. It is possible through an ancient rite to bind my soul to a chosen mortal partner."

Your heart speeds as a burst of joy courses through your veins like fire. The crescendo of the orchestra and his musical words are building to a harmonious convergence, a swelling refrain of the melodies both your lives have played, culminating in a resplendent final verse, a foreordained tune of two halves at last being joined. It's almost too much for you to take; the very walls of this beautiful, mystical room threaten to melt away and fade from your awareness, and all you can comprehend is his stunning, baritone voice. "If you accept my blessing, your lifespan will be linked to mine for as long as I walk the realm of the living.” Malleus tells you, a tad smug at the work he has done on your behalf. “All I ask in return for giving you eternal beauty, granting you my protection, and offering you my whole life is that we come to be as one. Two souls permanently linked and intertwined for the eternity of our existence together. You will forever share my immortality and accompany me as we walk among the stars until they eventually go out. And even in the wake of that devastating eventuality, I promise to care for you, tend to you, and love you for however many eras remain. Please be my betrothed, my beloved child of man, for I cannot bear to let you go and there is no force that can tear me away from you."

He squeezes your hand before dropping to one knee. In the center of the expansive room, surrounded by hundreds of guests, his emerald orbs peer up at you through heavy lashes as his lips begin to part, finally ready to ask the one question that may finally put an end to the solitude he has endured since he first came into existence. He pulls a ring box from the interior of his tailcoat, his shaky hands slowly flipping open the box to reveal a platinum band in the shape of a dragon encasing a deep viridian gem, forged from the magical energies of his Draconia ancestors. The ring was last worn by his Mother before her untimely demise, and his Grandmother was insistent that Malleus should one day gift his betrothed this one piece of family history. As the ballroom goes completely silent and the eyes of his subjects rest on the two of you with rapt, nervous attention, Malleus draws in a wavering inhale to steady his quivering voice as he fights the fear of rejection, before allowing the soft and tender confession to slip past the careful line of his lips, "Will you marry me?"

Do y'all want part 2? Am I cruel for leaving it off there? In "x Reader" fics, I like to limit putting words in the reader's mouth or feelings in reader's head so that I can let you decide for yourselves how you wish to experience my stories. I am happy to pick back up where I left off if there is demand for it. Otherwise, I hope you continue weaving this tale in your own daydreams and fantasies. Thank you for reading and for your support of my writing! 💚 Erica Malleleothreesome P.S. I'm SORRY my paragraphs are so long I truly DO NOT UNDERSTAND when to break paragraphs, I hope it doesn't ruin your experience!