#twisted wonderland lilia vanrouge

[phxntmhv]

🖤💚🩷🤍

[angelhairpastawithherbs]

"woe is me, so cute, so tiny and little, so huggable, I'm just a little guy, how could you"

[theantaresheron]

I'm rooting for the chicken

[backgroundcharactera]

His unique magic

cw: ooc characters, angst no comfort, reader is human, reader dies

Riddle Rosehearts

For the first time in his life, he hates it. He loathes his unique magic with all his heart. Why did they, his first, and supposedly last love, commit a crime? Why did they have to be sentenced to death? Why did the executioner have to say, “Off with your head!” as the blade sliced down?

Leona Kingscholar

Why did he forget? They were just standing there. So near, his rage made the area of effect too large. He watched, in wide-eyed horror as that person disintegrated to dust.

Jade Leech

The rest of the nurse’s empty condolences went in one ear and out the other. It was too late. No amount of electricity, shocking their heart would save them now. Perhaps 5 minutes ago, if his unique magic had matched its name then the monitor would not have a straight line on it.

Lilia Vanrouge

The house he shared with them looks exactly the same as the day they passed. He refused. Refused to move even a single thing. It was his comfort. Using his magic on their clothes would show him them once again. Their controller would show the time when they sat side by side racing in that game. The couch would show them napping with a tablet placed on their face. And he’d watch. Watch and cry in the silent house, frozen in time.

[wiwilaa]

mwah

[tooscaredtopostonmainrip]

Hi bbg can u write a reverse comfort with Lilia and Ruggie (comforting lilia + ruggie ) where they think the reader does NOT like them back because they’re always seen with another person so They confront them and turns out they like each other !! Basically it’s overall fluff + angst !!

a/n: MY FAVOURITE READER HAS ARRIVED ,.,,,,,, i MAY be biased. ANYWAYYYY HERE U GO ALSO IM SO SO SO SORRY I GOT WRITER'S BLOCK. IM EMBARRASSED OF MYSELF SORRRYRYRYYR --- ALSO ... I TWEAKED IT A LITTLE BIT TO FIT THE WAY I'D THINK IT WOULD GO, SO SORRY IF ITS NOT TO UR LIKING

CW; BOOK 7 SPOILERS IN LILIA'S PART (if you dont want to read it, skip the first and second paragraph!!!)

🦇 LILIA VANROUGE

Lilia never really had time for romance. Between the war and the constant paranoia of being on the receiving end of an ambush, he never let himself lower his walls - to truly form an intimate bond with somebody that wasn't immediate family.

Infact, during the war, falling in love was one of the worst things that could happen: It meant having an open weakness. And if that person never came back, you wouldn't have time to wallow in despair since they'd immediately call you next to the front lines. It was one of the worst things to happen to somebody, and Lilia, therefore, found no interest in bonding in such a way. It would be truly unwise, especially since he had to lead an army. He'd have to split his attention between the army and the partner of choice, and he wasn't gonna add to his workload just for fun.

Now, it's all different. Times have changed, and instead of worrying about whether you'll survive the day tomorrow and what you will eat, you worry if your homework is due today or tomorrow at midnight, and if the test's results are gonna be coming back soon. Yes, almost everything has changed, but Lilia never really let his past ways go. Old habits die hard, as they say. (Especially after Meleanor and Levan...)

Well, they did until he met you. Sure, it wasn't love at first sight - more like, interest at first sight. But with time, he truly did feel as though you were an old friend. With time, he started letting his walls down and truly enjoy life with somebody beside him.

Now, he knew of your little crush on him. Why? Well, it was quite obvious. The way you'd fidget when you were around him, or how your eyes seemed to shine when you saw him loitering around in your peripherals. Yes, it was quite obvious. But on the other side, his own affection was, on your end, left unnoticed. It was fun to flawlessly conceal his own beating heart and the blinding grin he'd let out whenever you gave him a compliment - while also, at the same time, giving you mixed signals. He'd have no hand in you later realizing he was a lot more buddy-buddy with blurred boundaries with you than others, even though he denied all allegations. The game of cat and mouse was just too amusing, and he wanted to keep it going for as long as he could.

Everything you did drew him in, and your sweetness left him wanting for more. In his old age, he didn't feel like he should indulge in this, but your honeyed smile and warm embrace held a tight grip on his heart, and so he relented. The heart wants what it wants, he'd say.

Well, for as long as he could, that's true. He knew it would have to end someday, but it would've been better on his own accord. Well, he'd muse. Guess the fun has to finish one day. And today's the day, as much as he may loathe it, somewhat.

Recently, you've been hanging out with someone. He didn't even bother remembering their name, as they were so unimportant he just didn't feel like even putting the minimal effort to put an identity to that face. He didn't want to be petty, but when the person's "hanging out" times bled into his own alone time with you, that truly did the trick. Behind a toothy smile hid a thin-veiled annoyance that stuck to him like tar and ink. It made his nose twitch in annoyance, but he quickly smoothed it all over and kept his composure. He'd let the person have their fun with you for a while, but if they overstepped they'd be done for.

But at the same time, he'd started doubting himself. If he were his past self, he'd be absolutely scandalized that he'd let himself stoop so low as to not trust his own instinct, and he was sure that you were still somewhat interested in him, but the way you kept spending time with that person, and the way you'd immediately stop everything and help them, and the way you'd share laughs with them almost like you did with him... It was getting increasingly harder to keep his calm. (he's in denial, he was never calm.)

Next course of action? Talk to you. For the first time in a while - he'd open up to you, and tell you what he truly felt. He didn't want to be the one to talk about this, but since the problem wasn't going away, he'd have to take drastic measures. At the time he was sure you did like him back, but now it was all up in the air due to that uninvited variable. Maybe he was still sour about the game you were playing with him having an early end. (No, he's sour about someone trying to steal you away. But he knew that very well.)

And that leads to... Right now. The wind seemed to be trying to soothe him, but his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. On another dimension, where he thought about the way you talked to him and the way you always seemed joyous with him. But... Maybe he read it wrong? He scoffed at his own insecurity, but in a silent, small part of his mind... He'd still think about it. No one can grow if they don't admit they're wrong once in a while, yeah? Even though he thought he did all the growth he needed in his youth. Guess there's always room for improvement.

His bat refined hearing immediately picked up on you jogging over to him, and he quickly went back to his bright persona, but unlike with others, it was a little more relaxed. Dare I say, more real.

Your beaming smile, and your soft demeanor made him feel a little less on edge, and he thought that maybe, it'd be alright. That you truly did see something in him. He loathed being so vulnerable, but this wasn't a war zone. You wouldn't mercilessly use him and his feelings, you weren't the kind of person to do that. So, he waited for you.

On your end, you were excited to see Lilia. With all the hanging around you did with your new lab partner you'd been randomly paired with, you hadn't had time to give him the attention you desperately wanted to give him. He wasn't used to you not spending every bit of your day with him, you'd joke to yourself. Maybe he will demand an explanation, with a dramatic flair, of course. He'd always had a penchant for the theatrics.

But the moment you stepped in front of him, you noticed... something, in his expression. Now, everyone who'd hear you say that would side eye you because, on what basis are you saying that? Well... The vibe was off. He wasn't as cheerful as usual, and with how long you've been talking with him, you knew a few of his tells. All of this, on what basis? Well, on a best friend basis, of course. Even though, you'd prefer a title more intimate... But that's something that no one will catch you dead saying.

"My dear bestie!" And thus, his theatrics ensued. You cringed a bit at his use of modern slang, but it was endearing nonetheless.

You chuckled a bit but still greeted him with a quick "Hi Lilia!", afterwards - addressing the elephant in the room. "What's up? Any news?" You inquired.

His grin beamed, and he played up his tone of voice, making it a bit exxagerated. "Oh there is something up!" You definitely agreed with him. Something was up. And it was something wrong.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"You left me alone for oh so long! You'd do that to a cutie like me?" Why was he being so weird?

You were a bit put off by him acting so weird. "Lilia, what's really up? Please tell me."

His face soured, and the thin curtains opened for a second. You saw how he was internally berating himself for something, and how he was truly annoyed. It was a mix and match of emotions that you didn't quite get, so you waited for Lilia to explain himself when he'd be comfortable doing so. The curtains closed, and his eyes kept boring holes into you.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly okay!"

You bit your lip, and tilted your head slightly. "Come on, what's up?" You squinted your eyes, and he decided that enough was enough, no more games.

"Do you like your new friend?"

The question shocked you, but you didn't let it show. Looking at his face... It didn't seem like he was joking... What was the best course of action? You didnt know, but you decided to stall the conversation to understand what was going on.

Your question was probably futile, but you tried anyway. "As a friend?"

"You know what I meant."

You glanced around, and feeling a bit embarrassed you tried to reason with him. "Come on Lilia, I-" The cutoff was quick, and he immediately asked the question again.

"Do you?"

He wouldn't let it go if you didn't tell him the truth. And so, with a bit of red dusted on your cheeks, you answered his query.

"No, I don't."

The silence was overbearing, and the way Lilia studied you made you want to hide in a hole and forget all of this. But you soldiered on, keeping a brave face and waiting for his move.

His eyes seemed to light up after a while, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Why so tense?" His light chuckles helped to alleviate the tension in the air, but you still thought that maybe... It was time to pop the question.

Lilia would've never, ever seen that coming. "Now why would I answer that first? You first-"

"Do you like me?"

And with renewed courage, you answered.

"I do."

His shock shined through, and he dropped all notions of dancing around the topic. His jaw was almost ajar, and he looked at you like a newborn hearing the sounds of nature for the first time.

Then, his grin came back at full force. But this version... It was sweeter. Like a childhood blanket enveloping you. Or your favorite candy from your childhood.

"I love you too."

And with that, he held your hand and smiled at you, the best smile you'd ever seen. He didn't need to know who was near you all the time, because he knew your heart belonged to him. And so did his, to you.

BONUS

("I knew it! Never shall I doubt my instincts again!"

"Uh oh... Your ego grew 10x in size."

"You say that, but you're still here!"

"Yeah, I am <3" )

🦇

Being from the slums isn't for the weak hearted, to put it lightly. Falling in love was a luxury few could afford - while sharing meals with somebody and having more manpower sounded cool and all, you're never truly sure if the other will one day just up and go with all the stuff you've gathered. Ruggie never wanted to gamble when it came to his belongings, so he didn't take the risk during those times. When he came to Night Raven College, he still found no reason to fall in love, it wasn't like people would really lower their walls easily, and he didn't feel like putting all the effort in doing just that. Plus, everyone was all so slimy, and to love you'd have to also lower your own walls - no doubt they'd take advantage of him. Overall, not an advantageous position, so no way.

🐆 RUGGIE

That's what he used to think. You... changed his view, somewhat. Of course, he didn't fall immediately like some fairytale. Unlearning all his instincts would be a death wish, and that would've been an insult to every hyena and beastman that was from the streets - he just had a bit of interest. He knew the stakes, so he didn't try his luck too much.

You showed him kindness, a warmth that was rarely, if ever, genuine. You weren't a happy go lucky like those snobs from Royal Sword Academy, but you weren't exactly gloomy either. You were, different. You showed him a world he'd never dreamt of seeing, and you were way too in the role to be lying to him. Still, being cautious was never a wrong move.

To be honest, his first thoughts were to just use your kindness. He, at the time, held no hard feelings about taking advantage of you. Lets be real, he never expected someone to just blatantly give him some warmth and not be expecting him to not even have at least one thought about what he could do with that, and not in a nice way.

But you were clever. You didn't let him take any chances, and you didn't let him backstab you. You were always one step ahead, and to his attempts at stealing and using you? You didn't bat one eye. He should've been deterred, but... Why? why are you making him feel so protective over you? Was it a mishap during potionology? What's this... warmth?

With time, he began to begrudgingly accept your kindness as it is, with no catches. He didn't try to find any flaws in your walls, and didn't try to use you as much as before. Food was game, though. You couldn't delete that part of Ruggie even if you tried. It was hardwired into his skull since day one.

He was in constant denial of his feelings, escaping all confrontation inside and outside his mind, and living "blissfully unaware" until it came to bite him in the ass. And when did that happen? You guessed it. Today.

Not exactly today, your switch up happened a week or so ago. It was more like, his tolerance ended today.

Long story short? you began hanging out with this no name low rep student, and you ditched your (self proclaimed) best friend. Now that was the plot twist of the century!

Had you... began to think he's using you? Well, the food part is obvious. But he never used you in other aspects! Well... You didn't give him a chance to, but that's just details. And now he's so attached (hurts to say, but denial cant go any longer) so even if he uses you he doesnt know how'd that end on his side. Seeing you get all chummy with... that. hurt him more than he'd like to admit.

He wasn't sure if he should've talked to you and just upped and confessed, but he also reasoned that he'd lose the free food. (and something more.), so... he waited for a bit. And he waited. And waited...

Each day, he felt more and more high strung. What was that no good scum doing? Why was he hogging you all to himself? What was he planning? Now, you don't even come over at lunch and hang out with him while giving him some of your food. You just... Go and sit with that idiot.

That's it, he thought. He would tell you that he wasn't okay with you breaking your (made up) deal of giving him food. Using stupid excuses, of course. You'd see right through him, but he'd try anyway.

And then, came the fateful day. He texted you to come over, and you did. The classroom was empty when you arrived, other than the hyena beastman looking a bit nervous.

He looked at you and gave you his trademark grin, before breaking into an exasperated facade, shrugging his shoulders and acting like a parent with a child.

"Wow, have been so caught up hanging out with your newest 'friend' that you forgot about the original!" He found himself emphasizing the word 'friend' with a slight snark that'd be missed if you hadn't known him for so long. That immediately caught your attention, but to be sure, you let him speak to hear what he had to say.

Ruggie noted the silence and kept going, finding no reason to just make the conversation die already. "Listen, you can't go back on our deal-" "-I chose to give you food out of my free will-" "-and expect me to not say anything!" Cutting you off while talking was uncalled for, you'd think. But you didn't care all that much. This was pretty amusing.

His stance changed, and he furrowed his eyebrows while folding his left arm near his chest with a dramatic flair. "Gotta eat someway! How could you just leave poor ol' me to fend for myself? Did you realize how hungry I was?-" "-I saw you stealing food-" "-How could you be so cruel!" His ear twitched, and with time he realized he wasn't getting anywhere. You weren't buying it, as expected. But... You looked amused. He was glad you were enjoying yourself. Wait! Focus. He wanted to get rid of that person stealing you, and he got into the role so he had to see it to the end. Definitely not doing this for you to have fun, too.

"So, you wouldn't let your poor friend starve, right?" ... "Well, tell you what, I know a way to let you save me.

"Well, I cant."

What?

"What?" Inside his mind, he was panicking. Did he just lose his chance? He needed to keep a cool head. But... It was getting increasingly harder. Why? Why can't you?

"Come on... I know I don't have the best reputation, but give it some thought? Please?"

"Sorry, but can't." For now, at least. you thought.

He was getting more and more desperate, something new for him. He'd never been desperate for anything but food and money. Being desperate for a person? Now that was new. And he wasn't sure how to take it.

But right now, he knew that his friendship (gosh how he hoped for more...) with you might be in danger, and he had to find a way to keep you with him, and fast.

"Hey hey hey. What about, I give you 5% of all my income? pretty good odds, right?" His trademark grin would've persuaded you, if it hadn't a hidden side to it. He seemed nervous. You thought it was funny how desperate he was for the miniscule bits of free food.

"Not interested, again. Sorry, but can't really negotiate this."

His grin wavered, and his eyes kept looking at you, looking more and more weary and worried by the minute. "Hey. Think about it." His voice was about to crack, but that wouldn't have been very persuasive, wouldn't it?

Free food, huh. you thought. Why is he so adamant on this?

"Please." His pleading made you stop what you were thinking. What? That sounded way too real. Why?

"Why are you so insistent?"

"Because I love you!"

The silence in the room was overwhelming, and your shocked expression made him like he did the dumbest thing ever. Before he could say that it was a joke, you immediately replied.

"I love you too, Ruggie."

Another whiplash. He... Didn't expect to lash out like that.

"Funny joke. Real funny." His unbelieving gaze kept its place looking into your eyes, searching any tells of you lying. But... You didn't seem to be lying. His shock must've showed on his face, because you immediately rebutted.

"Ruggie, I love you. I truly do, I love all of you." Your gaze kept firm, and for the first time in a long time, Ruggie felt... Loved. Safe? It... was difficult to sift through and understand an emotion newly discovered. He never thought something like this would happen to him someday. He was still expecting you to get out a camera and say that it was all a joke. But as he waited, you... Didn't seem to have anything like that in mind.

He didn't cry, but you held his hand. And you promised to not leave him. And you told him that this wouldn't change anything, and that it's okay that he was jealous. It was weird for him, but he felt... Content.

Somehow, you made a hyena from the streets, one of the most elusive and mischievous species living on the streets, infatuated with you. Guess he did get a happy ending he never even dreamed of, huh?

BONUS

(Later that day, he found out that the person who led to all of this was actually a friend that was helping you set up a shop outside school so Ruggie could also work a bit at an honest job. Cue to him getting embarrassed and trying to brush it all off)

🐆

[aquasarsstuff]

Arrange Marriage ft. Lilia Vanrouge part. 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Tags: Lilia teases you, fluff, historical au, there will be part two, reader is implied to be a woman, but no gender is mentioned, is it obvious I love teasing Lilia, twst what do you mean Lilia ain't a prince

Summary: Frustrated about your upcoming marriage, you ranted to your bestfriend who seems to be more than enthusiastic to listen.

Masterlist

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Lilia bursted into a laugh — a loud one — as you continued dissing your fiancé, a man you never even once met or heard of. You weren't afraid to run your mouth about a powerful figure without a care, which amuses him greatly though slightly worried. He'd make sure to remind you to that walls have ears.

You grumbled at his reaction, clearly expecting to receive sympathy from him.

"Lilia!" You whined at him. "Stop laughing at my predicament! I'm about to be married off!

"My, such hostile reaction. You haven't even met the man fufufu," he chuckled and shook his head. His cheeks looking more fuller doing so. Looking at him, you'd never imagine in your life that you'd be this casual with a commoner, and a man at that. You met him while you snuck out of your household to enjoy the festival normally. Amidst the crowd, you accidentally bumped into your now cheeky companion. It was only one night, but both of you hit it so well. You remembered smiling on your way back, only to not be able to sleep when you were slapped with the reality that you might not see him again. Only for the devil to reappear in your room, apparently sneaking past security.

You didn't question how he was able to do that.

"This is no laughing matter, Lilia." You crossed your arms, a little bit annoyed at your best friend. "Because of this marriage — because of him, my parents have been stricter lately. One of these days, I might just wake up looking like a dried stick."

"All those efforts might be worthwhile once you laid your eyes upon his highness," he answered, sipping on his tea.

"Please, I'm not someone who is easily charmed," you huffed. "Stop pushing the idea. You're supposed to be on my side, not his. It's not like you know him well," you complained. He sighed and smiled at your already irritated form.

"It is a wise choice to side with him, no? A commoner have no chance against your prince. He might let you get away for badmouthing him. As for me however, he'd have no reason to spare me," he pouts. "By then, you will not ever see this adorable face you adore so much."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not like we will see each other as often once I married that prince."

"I have snuck in here without a problem sweetcheeks. That isn't going to be an issue for me." He winks at you.

"The palace is more secured, Lilia."

Lilia took note of the sudden change in your behavior. He was almost fooled into believing that you were affected by his teasing, for the first time when your cheeks were adorned with a soft hue of red. You turned your head away from him, curling your back against the chair.

"Besides, someone has my heart already. Prince charming wouldn't be able to charm me that easy," you confessed bashful. Gathering enough courage, you proceeded to look at him. You stared at his eyes searching for any signs of jealousy at those ruby orbs. His lips molded into a grin, and you swear you have never ever hated his smile before.

"Oh, and who was able to capture your picky heart?" He grinned, as if knowing the answer already.

"I knew it was a bad idea to tell you."

"You wound me sweetcheeks. Do you not trust me enough to confide with your secrets?"

You just grumbled a threw a pillow at his face, in which he was able to catch easily with no problem.

He watched you closely. Your fiancé might just forgive you for insulting him in front of his face, as long as you continued spoiling him with such cute reactions. The idea of shedding his disguise suddenly seemed more tempting to Lilia.

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[the-dark-parade]

Dear marshal,

Could I have... REINCARNATION AU!!!

Let's say that reader (female) used to be a soldier under lilia

AND while working under him, she fell in love

So she confessed to him. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. (annoying.)

But one day, it looks like he's going to get hurt fatally, and she takes the but instead. (how stupid.)

And she dies. But she doesn't regret it. And gets reincarnated!

(I wanna see him pining for her the same way she does for him!!!!)

WARNINGS! THIS STORY CONTAINS... angst + fluff + lilia×fem reader

A/N: Thank you for your request, @something1032727 I hope my work pleases you. This is my first work after all. If you are not comfortable with this, feel free to leave. If you would like a version with male reader instead, please request it. Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Now, the parade starts with it's first destination...

Fate's Redemption: A Love Reborn

(part 1)

In the symphony of life, love echoes and reverberates endlessly, intertwining souls across time. Every gesture, every sacrifice, echoes through eternity, shaping destinies. And in the cycle of rebirth, love's refrain returns, reminding us that its melody endures, transcending even lifetimes. Truly, eternal echoes of love.

"Please go out with me!" You say as always, with such vigour, with such annoyingness, as always. Love-struck eyes stare into mine, seemingly going into my soul, hoping for a chance. It's like her eyes turn into hearts whenever I'm here.

How stupid. One of my best soldiers in the army, and she's so head-over-heels for me. Save her clumsy ass a few times, and she magically falls in love with you.

How naive.

I reject you once again, for what seems like the 1000th time or more, but you still don't give up. Your stubbornness is one of your worst yet best trait about you.

You eat my food with a smile even though my other soldiers avoid it like the plague. I suppose you do have good taste after all.

You cook for me, feed my ego, help me with my work, and so much more.

I wonder if you're just in it for fun. Perhaps you just want my title if we actually win the war. But I brush the thoughts off when I see your sincerity.

You ask again, and again, and again.

Why are you so insistent?

Why do you even bother?

Why do you like me so much?

This little crush of yours should be over by now. I have not treated you very nicely. I have not treated you any different from the rest. There is nothing between us. Why can't you understand that I'm just not interested?!

At least that was what I would like to say. If my heart didn't stop beating so hard around you. If your smile, your stupid, stupid confessions, that used to not bother me at all, now haunts me in my sleep every night!

What's wrong with me..?

Am I truly... falling in love..?

.

.

.

Well, that's what I wanted to ask.

How stupid. How fucking fucking fucking stupid!

How irritable can you be?

How much do you want me to cry over you?!

Is it too late to say I regret not accepting your confession all those years ago, if now you're dead..?

--

"General, watch out..!" You say, as you use your body to shield me from an arrow that I never even noticed was coming after me. Pushing me to the side.

"...you're dying. How stupid. Why did you take that arrow for me?" I pick you up, just running to base. Stupid human devices..! I can't cast my teleportation magic! There's no time, there's no time! You stupid fae...

"cause... *cough*, I love you." You say weakly, softly, coughing out blood in my arms. You even wink! You infuriate me so bad!

"Shut up! Don't you dare die on me!" I ran as fast as I could. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die! You made my life brighter, and now you want me to go back to how it was?!

You made me fall in love with you!

.

Fuck. Before we even reached, I could feel your heart stop beating. Your body is becoming cold. No, no, no! It can't end like this. It can't!

Is this what it feels to have your whole world crash upon you?

My heart feels heavy. My cheek feels wet. I feel like causing a massacre. My chest feels tight. It's a bit hard to breathe. I feel a chill go up my back.

But why..?

Death is normal in war. Death is a daily occurrence in war. Death happens in every fight, in every week.

So why?

Why does death, which was so normal for soldiers on the battlefield like me, make me feel this way?

Amidst my thoughts, I managed to bring you back to base. But it wasn't really you. Just a cold, soulless empty vessel of you.

This is just too cruel.

You should not have ended up this way, you still had so much to live for, and just when I was actually going to accept your confession you go and die on me?!

We... Could have been happy together.

If only... If only I wasn't so stubborn, denying my feelings for you.

If only you weren't so insistent on going out with me.

If only...

If only...

If only you didn't take that hit in my stead, could that have happened..?

Ah, but it's too late to regret it now, huh?

.

That night, it was said that wailings could be heard from inside the General's tent.

--

Years have passed, and the numbers signalling each year are not the only changes that happened in my life.

I have gotten wiser and older. Now I know what I felt for you in those days.

Love is the word for my overwhelming feelings for you.

I visit your grave from time to time. It mostly ends up in tears, despite how many years have passed.

I used to call you pathetic for being so love-driven. I guess now I'm the pathetic one. How my past words bite me in the gyatt, just like the youngsters say!

I entered school. I can't believe I still have that invitation letter from NRC from all those years ago!

I have gotten over you.

At least that would be what I would like to say, but when I saw you again, it was like my old heart started beating again.

"(y/n),"

The dark mirror said, and my eyes shot to the person in question. Could it truly be..?

Those eyes. Those mannerisms. Everything about you... I could never mistake you for anyone else. It's you.

"Thou shall be sorted into..."

Diasomnia. I hope she'll be sorted in the same dorm as me. But even so, I'll win her heart again even if she's not.

"Savannahclaw!"

I feel like sighing... We could have been dormmates! But, oh well!

Khehehe. This general makes a mission to himself, to make you fall in love with him as deeply and as hopelessly as you did all those years ago. And this general isn't one to fail a mission.

Get ready, my love.

A/N: dear souls, stay tuned for part 2! Thank you for reading if you read.

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happy pride month to old queers 🌈🌈

[ibee00725]

lilia club wear color sketch 🦇

[mello-bee]

Green With Envy

trying to avoid b7 spoilers but all the malleus/silver brotherly angst is great keep it coming

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diasomnia 💚🖤

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Grim: How'd your date with the hobgoblin go?

Yuu: ???

Lilia: Oh deary me, was I third wheeling that whole time? Apologies, Yuu.

Yuu: ???

he's the hobgoblin now and forever

[gloriousbouquetlove]

BLUE MOON

RED MOON

SILVER / PURPLE MOON

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 ↬𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

⚠️ Mention of suicide, read at your own risk⚠️

Forever by your side..

- 2,020 words

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

It seems your father had just vanished one day."

Lilia acknowledged, the three of them sitting down with a big book in front of them. (Y/n) sat between Lilia and Malleus, face falling at the Fae's words.

The book was old and many of the pages where thin and ripped, aged and in need of repair. The bindings holding the book together were starting to wither away and most of the pages were falling out and around the table in heaps and piles. There were old newspapers, sheets, and everything you could ever imagine stored away in these books.

Malleus was sorting through another book similar to the one Lilia had in front of him, though it looked a bit more newer. Not by much though it was enough to see a difference.

“So if he just vanished that really means he was really able to make a type of portal to the human world before his suicide.”

Malleus lifted his head up from a tattered newspaper he was scanning, “Your father…” He didn’t finish his sentence. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He apologized.

“It’s.. Okay.” (Y/n) murmured, lips pulling upwards as Lilia settled his hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll always have the memories, young one. Sometimes that's all you'll need.”

“Yeah.” She agreed in a breathless sigh, and silence filled the room as everyone went back to sorting through the papers. By the time someone found something she could’ve sworn her fingers were going to start bleeding from the amount of pages they’d gone through.

It was weird, in a way. It was like going back into the past, reading things about her father she’d never known about until now. In a way it felt like she was intruding into Derek’s personal life, with things about the war he’d probably wanted to forget about.

(Y/n) had never felt so close yet so far from her father at the same time.

“I’ve found the address to his old home. Likely it’s vacant from how far out he lives. You and Malleus could pay a visit while I sift through more of these pages.” Lilia said, scribbling down the address on some blank paper and handing it over to Malleus.

(Y/n) and Malleus shared a look, before standing up. At the end of the table Malleus offered out his arm and she wrapped her own around it before walking out of the room.

Lilia watched them walk out of the room with bright eyes, shaking his head to himself with a smile. “Those two… We may just have a bride for the prince soon, Sebek.”

He said, looking over at the half fae hidden behind some of the bookshelves. Sebek’s eyes widened. “Master Lilia-”

~

“Oh these are so good.”

(Y/n) gasped out, taking another bite of the cookie. Malleus had taken her to one of his favorite bakeries as a pit stop before they traveled out to visit that old house out of town.

“The tea is even better. These herbal leaves can only be found in Briar Valley alone. And I assure you, they are most best prepared in Briar Valley as well. Have a sip.” Malleus said, offering his cup of tea over to her.

Blowing across the surface of the steaming tea first, (Y/n) quietly took the warm cup into her hands and took a small sip, humming as the liquid soothed down her throat. “Honey?” She asked, handing the cup back to Malleus, who had nodded.

“Honey and Briar leaves, with milk and a pinch of cinnamon.” He informed her, “A nice herbal blend, is it not? In particular this tea is my favorite out of other popular brands.”

“It is very good. I would love to come and have another cup with you at some point.” (Y/n) said, taking another small bite out of her cookie. Malleus’ green eyes glinted at her in excitement, had his tail been out it likely would’ve been wagging like a dogs.

“Consider it scheduled then.”

After a good while of sitting and chatting in the Bakery Malleus had taken her too, they were on their way again, walking through the snow, all warm and cozy thanks to a little spell Malleus had set on the both of them. 

Despite the fact she couldn’t seem to stop smiling around this man to save her life she also felt the build up of anxiousness. Either they were going to find out absolutely nothing about her father, or they were going to learn everything about him. And she didn’t know how to feel about that.

“I would advise you to take a deep breath.” 

Malleus’ voice cut through her thoughts like a hot knife, making (Y/n) look over at him in interest. “Huh?” She asked out in an exhale.

“You looked anxious. Taking a deep breath would help that. Or so I’ve been told. Usually I just use magic to dispel such feelings.” 

A frown tugged at her face, and (Y/n) placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, Malleus. Those feelings occur to make us learn how to push and work our way through them.” She said, earning a low hum back. “I do not do it often. Or else yes, there would be consequences. I assure you, I do not feel such feelings often. I’ve grown up in a household riddled with work that would make most ordinary humans crumble.” 

“I just want you to be safe.” She insisted, letting her hand drop from his shoulder. “I care about you, Mal.” 

She could not see the look on his face at her words as she sped up pointing to an old house way off in the distance. Nor could she hear the way his heart sped up two beats too fast in his chest. 

“You think that’s the place? It looks familiar, to be honest with you. Though in my memories it's a lot more… Cared for.” 

“Yes, I believe that is the place. You know, if you don’t want to walk, I could always teleport us there.” 

“That’s alright, Mal. conserve your energy. Besides, I wanna see if I can remember anything on the way to the house, you know? It’s been so long since I’ve last been here.” 

The driveway was covered in a thick sheet of snow that went up to their knees as they reached the driveway. In reality, she couldn’t really tell where the driveway even was anymore. Malleus began walking forwards towards the home, trudging through the snow and (Y/n) followed afterwards, stepping into his steps. 

The roof was partially caved in towards the back, the paint peeling off the tiles from constant exposure to the weather. When they reached the porch (Y/n) took a deep breath before reaching down under the mat and flipping it up. 

It was partially mildewed and crumbled under her fingers, making her shiver in partial disgust. “If I remember correctly… There’s a key tapped onto the mat.” 

The key was still in place, though it fell immediately off the mat when she lifted it. Picking it off the floor (Y/n) inserted it into the lock and twisted, opening the door. Warped from years it took a few good shoves to get it open. It gave way with a loud creak that had the both of them cringing. 

“Ready?” (Y/n) asked, the smell of the house was musty, and she found herself holding her breath. Malleus placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her softly. “Are you ready?” He asked back.

“Yeah. I-..I think.”

The first step into the house was normal, it didn’t send her back in a loop of memories like she was expecting. All the furniture was still in place and the kitchen was directly in front of them, dishes in the sink still waiting to be washed. 

She could still remember that night well. Her father was eating the meatloaf he'd made, and she was sitting on the table across from him in her little pink shoes with black shorts on and a pink t-shirt picking at brussel sprouts. He’d seemed so much more worn out that day. 

“Daddy I don’t wanna eat these yucky things!” She cried out, poking at the ugly green veggie with her fork. Her father looked up from his plate he had been zoned into and gave a tired chuckle. Derek had a smile though it didn’t reach up nearly as far as it should and the bags under his eyes seemed to have grown darker by the day. 

“But how are you going to grow up big and strong if you don’t eat your veggies baby?” He asked, reaching over and grabbing her fork, plucking up a brussel sprout with it. 

Her father ate it quickly, giving a dramatic hum of approval that had her giggling at him. 

“Mmm! Delicious! See? You might want to try them, or I'll end up eating all of them on you.” He said in a playful threat, leading to her taking her fork back and eating a brussel sprout for herself. 

Her fathers gaze had ventured over to the window, peering out at it mindlessly. 

-

A pair of fingers snapped in front of (Y/n)’s face, drawing her out from the flashback. Malleus stared down at her with curious eyes, filled with hints of worry. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring at that table like it’s going to come and eat your toes.” 

(Y/n) forced a stiff nod, hand absentmindedly reaching out to grab onto his. Malleus gave her hand a squeeze, “I’m fine. Let's go and take a look upstairs. I remember him having a bunch of books in his room.” 

They looked up at the broken down staircase, and in a flurry of firefly like lights they were at the top of the stairs, Malleus steadying her body from the sudden teleportation. 

“Those stairs were simply too risky to take. Now let us go, yes?” 

She nodded, leading them over and down a hall towards another door, painted a light blue with some crayon marks of her childhood. 

“I see you like to doodle.” 

She nodded with a laugh. “They’re probably all over the walls. My dad said I was one creative cookie.” She pushed open the door, the roof was caved in and despite the fallen debris the room was as tidy as it could be. Luckily the roof had only seemed to fall in on the bed on the other side of the room.

A dark stain was on the rug, tainting the soft baby blue color a murky red. Malleus’ nose wrinkled. 

“Is that…” 

“Yeah..” (Y/n) trailed off, looking at the dark stain with a frown on her face. “How? If I may ask.” Malleus wrapped an arm around her waist, turning (Y/n) away from the dried mess on the floor.

“He.. He shot himself. That night seemed like it was all normal up until he did it. We ate meatloaf together and then he tucked me in for bed. Next thing you know there was a bang and a few minutes later Aunt Jen was pulling me out of the house with a little bag of clothes.” 

(Y/n) shook her head.

Her eyes watered, and she forced herself to keep going, despite the burning pain in her chest. Like her heart was being ripped into pieces. “But.. That wouldn’t explain how I got to my world if dad was killed here instead. Or where his body ended up.” 

 Malleus tapped his chin in thought, “Unless, of course your “Aunt Jen” as you put it..” 

Her heart seemed to stop for a moment in disbelief, making her swallow thickly, but her throat seemed to close up on itself at the mere thought of his words. They couldn’t possibly be true could they be? She looked over at the Dragon Fae, lost for words and heart splitting in two.

“Unless my Aunt Jen really isn’t my Aunt Jen at all…” (Y/n) finished for him.

[well-look-at-this]

hc that any/most of lilia's war scars are shiny like cigarette burn scars w/o any of the discoloration (except maybe they're paler or even pearlescent) since they'd all be burn scars from the iron weapons