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"woe is me, so cute, so tiny and little, so huggable, I'm just a little guy, how could you"
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the-dark-parade · 15 days
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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..?
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"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!
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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?
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That night, it was said that wailings could be heard from inside the General's tent.
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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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phxntmhv · 30 days
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diasomnia 💚🖤
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ibee00725 · 10 months
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lilia club wear color sketch 🦇
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tezret · 2 years
Conversation
When They Take The Joke A Bit Too Far
Lilia: Malleus, your friend [Name] is quite cute.
Malleus, glaring:
Lilia, smiling: Just a joke Malleus!
*at the wedding*
Malleus, giving his best man speech: And then he told me it was just a joke…
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mello-bee · 3 months
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Green With Envy
trying to avoid b7 spoilers but all the malleus/silver brotherly angst is great keep it coming
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writingseaslugs · 1 year
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I hold no accountability for my actions.
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theantaresheron · 7 months
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Just mother and son bonding time
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thecoolsquirrel · 1 year
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Chapter 7 doodles
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I found it cute how excited Ortho seemed when Lilia agreed to play with Idia 🥺🥺
this ~Didnt save~ but thank God my recording was on so I have a low quality version but any Ortho is high quality Ortho //looks over at chapter 6
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gentlylily11 · 7 months
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It just feels like something that would happen
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he'll destroy with his sweet kiss
lilia vanrouge x reader, kissing, making out, suggestive themes, little bit of fluff
the many ways how Lilia kisses you and the little things about them
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There is a certain way about how Lilia kisses you.
The way he slots his lips against yours, taking your breath away yet filling your bones with life unlike any other.
The way his fangs would tug on your lip, drinking in every hum and moan you made, just for him, sending your heart pounding and your head reeling, really, it's maddening, delightful and intoxicating.
How it sometimes turns from soft and unhurried to hungry, greedy and rushed, and the way it made your cheeks burn and your body flushed.
The way his hand cups the back of your neck, how the gloss from his polished nail feels when he accidentally brushes one against the nape of your neck.
The way he lets his other hand run wild while one hand cups your cheek, either slow and gentle or rough and quick, that left you shuddering and wondering if there would be something more to come.
The way he leaves marks, sometimes hickeys and sometimes little marks from his bites, from when he had drawled his teeth along your skin or sank into it, accidentally or intentionally, how your neck, collarbone and any other place he laid his lips and teeth on would be so pink in the first few days, that stays on for days sometimes you wonder if they are stained, tattooed on you. A thought you found to be exhilirating, a thought you didn't mind even if it'd be a pain to cover it up, you don't mind it lingering, even for a lifetime.
The way he nips at your jaw, dragging soft kisses along your cheek to your chin, playfully biting it, and sometimes even on the nose. Aggressive affection, a show of endearment, he says with a teasing smile.
The way his hair is ruffled, those slanted bangs of his messy and tousled after he parts from you, looking so uncharacteristically disheveled, it just added to his attractiveness right there.
And the way he looks at you after every kiss, be it after a half an hour make-out session or more, or a quick peck - a soft press of his lips against your lips, your cheek, your forehead, your head - how his eyes are bright with joy and mischief, sometimes a smug twinkle glinting in his eyes, that cheeky little bat fae, but always, always, with an inexplicable amount of fondness in his gaze, that made you feel so special, that you swear, he would be the bane of your existence.
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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
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roseapov · 6 months
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Curse
Lilia x GN!Reader
Tw: crazy thoughts, obsession themes, mentions of curses, reader getting cursed, implied kidnapping
Povtober 2023, Day 3 [Masterlist]
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Curses - the delicate topic for the world of the Twisted Wonderland. But why is that? It's cause of the many curses lost to time, being the headache mainly for the healers but also for the great scholars and powerful mages.
One of the main sources of it being the war between the faes and humans. Where one specific fae general was using curses from the ancient times, records of it long lost even before the war, in modern times their existence long since forgotten.
The mischievous fae looks at you from the corner of his eye, with every intent on making you spend more time with him. Can't you see that he's just right here?
He pouted displeased at the sight of you walking together with some other student. He was at your beck and call and yet, you still chose to spend your time with others.
When you were peacefully sleeping in your room, a skillful mage sneaked through your open window. Whispering some words in unrecognizable language, while towering over your sleeping form, the fae crazily smiled at his own thoughts and doings.
In the morning when you woke up, you felt really lightheaded and couldn't focus on anything at all, with your legs all wobbly, barely able to keep you standing.
But thank The Great Seven that Lilia was there to help you go on with your day, he even carried you through the stairs, what a reliable friend you have.
Yet, when the night came no matter what you've done you couldn't feel asleep, your muscles felt like they were on fire. Exhausted after the tiring day, and yet nothing seemed to help, so you, a lost and confused prey you, with no other options left, finally called your dearest friend who helped you a lot today already.
Red eyes watching your every move from afar, like a predator that wants to catch their prey..
His phone soon vibrated as he happily answered it with a cruel 'Can't sleep?'. How did he know that? But don't worry, yours always helpful vice housewarden was already on his way to help you, of course with ulterior motives good intentions.
But how did he get here so fast? It's not like you can answer that anyway, cause as soon as you found yourself in his presence, your muscles became very heavy, your eyelids too heavy to keep them open, your tongue too heavy to talk.
You instantly felt lightheaded and started seeing black spots that danced across your vision.
The last thing you saw was Lilia with a crazed expression, that made you shiver before you fell unconscious into his arms.
The rumor has it that no one has seen you afterwards. But don't worry, your always reliable companion never left your side.
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I hope all of you enjoyed it, please tell me where I can improve with my work to increase your reading comfort. See you soon!❤️
~roseapov
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yomogi-mogi-mochi · 5 months
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Beloved Gift (Beloved Thy Name II)
Parings: Lilia x Dullahan MC
Summary: Triumphing over your siblings on the human farm situated in the far corners of Briar Valley, you are implanted with the essence of the Tree of Eternity, gaining unmatched abilities in regeneration. When your Warden finds that the experiment is a success, you are promptly sold to the fae army as a weapon of destruction‒ a position you answer to with animal violence, much to the content of your handlers and the fae army, who name you Dullahan, after the myth of the headless reaper. When you come across the infamous Lord Lilia, great commander of the Fae army‒ he takes you under his wing, gifting you morsels of peace even with death on the horizon. You are simply taken with the sweet songs and sugary words which fall from his mouth‒ echoing them in the heart in your chest that did not feel like yours. Angst but happy/sweet ending bc if I get no comfort I'll implode
(Part II To Beloved Thy Name, can be read as standalone but will make more sense if you read the first part)
Domestic bliss, talks of death, reminders of war- your typical baby-acquiring journey in the Twisted Wonderland World. MC/Reader is based off of Dullahan like the first part.
TW: Mentions of human experimentation and manipulation (neither is enacted by twst characters), war, and death. Mostly domestic bliss though but a twinge of angst
GN Terms for MC
AO3 Link Here // Part I Here (AO3 Link)
Masterlist
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“Are we really going to take this child in? Young master will surely‒ ” 
You gesture towards the human child, swaddled and sound asleep in your partner's arms. Small was all you describe it as, if not‒ fragile. Such things were not allowed to grow past their frailty at the farm, so to see its breath swell and fall in its impossibly tiny chest filled you with anxiety, dread‒ the kind which placed your body far from that small, small body, lily pure so long that you did not meet with it. Instead of resting your hands near your sides, ready to unsheathe the blade at a moment’s notice, you opt to keep them tucked into your chest, feeling the leathers of your armor squeak against the friction. Distance, you remind yourself in every way possible. It would be the only thing that would keep your hands from polishing the memories of violence that ran vivid like the blood under your skin. 
“We can’t possibly leave him here in this crumbling castle. It’s far too dangerous.” Lilia flashes a smile. “Malleus would be delighted to have a curious little thing around.” 
The grip on your arm tightens, you feel nauseous being next to the fair haired thing. "We don’t know the first thing about raising a human. What if we- “
“Well…If you say. I guess we can just leave him here. Alone.” Lilia turns on his heels, leaving the crying child to his devices. Your stomach turns at this‒ your eyes flicker to the crumbling integrity of the castle, the bleeding prussian blue that darkens the skies. 
“Wait!” Your partner turns around before your hand even meets his shoulder. A sly smile dipped on his lips, he listens. “I’m just…not sure this is a good idea.”
“Why not? You’ve been so good with Malleus as a child. A human baby can’t be any worse than a fire-breathing dragon fae, can they?” 
“Young master is a prince. This is close. Too close.” You attempt to reason. “Humans are so fragile. They get sick, they break‒ everything you do to them is damage. And might I remind you who I‒” 
“Ah, you fret too much dear‒ you’re human, you’ve made it this far. How hard could it be with this little thing?” He was already pressing his face closer into the swaddle‒ there was no reasoning with him when he had already made a decision. 
You sigh. The distant calls of your name seem to close in on you‒ creeping a lover’s breath away from your neck. Dullahan. You keep your distance as he carries it all the way home, bathes it, feeds it milk that night, and tucks it in next to him in your shared bed. You opt for the floor, as you did before when you lived in your Warden’s quarters. 
“What will we do about tomorrow? You must report to the castle and I must do the same.”
Lilia smiles, you know the way one of the corners of his lips curve a certain way to show something you both relish and dread. Mischief. “I’ve already sent a message about you being sick for the rest of the week‒ and look at these books I’ve borrowed from Baul on human child care!” He points to the large stack of books on the windowsill, a tired looking raven tucked next to it. Ah. That’s what that was all about. He gives you a firm thumbs-up. “You’ll be fine!” 
Burrowing your face into your hands, you groan‒ the infant responds to the noise you made, reaching his small hands towards your face from the bed. You lift it to see his aurora eyes, gleaming with innocence. 
“See? He already likes you.” 
So, your day ends and begins, unusually‒ with a silver haired baby.
You keep your distance from it for the first hour, hour and a half‒ afraid to touch or break it.
Then it cries, it cries and cries and cries. Its energy is endless it seems, as he shows the pink of his throat for hours and hours. You try everything‒ bouncing him up and down like the books say, giving him milk and warm food. Still, he is restless in his vengeance it seems, and everything you give to him he cries and slaps from your hands. You spend at least half an hour cooking down some apples to make him a sweet treat, maybe with some of those ginger snap cookies Lilia liked. He throws them across the room as soon as they’re in his reach, and you falter at the thought of having to do dishes and still somehow calm him. 
You realize you’re at the end of the rope when you start making funny faces at him in an attempt to entertain him, or at least cease the crying. Still, the screaming, the kicking, the sobbing. 
“What do you want little one? Please‒ I don’t understand what you need‒ just‒ just tell me!”
He continues to cry despite the tears welling in your own eyes, you crouch to his level and get nose to nose with his sobbing. He begs to be released from the small chair you fashioned for him to see if that would stop the screaming‒ but even at floor level, he cries and cries, babbling at your feet.
“I am sorry I cannot provide what you wish for‒ I don’t understand. Is there something I’m missing?” You pull at the root of your hair with one hand while on the floor. You crouch inwards into yourself. “Please, please, please. What am I doing wrong?” 
Two knocks at the door‒ you’re filled with hope‒ Lilia, at last. He would be better suited for this job than yourself. Than Dullahan. 
“Lilia asked for me to bring some treats…Is that the child?” 
“Young Master.” You bow quickly, attempting to raise your tired voice over the incessant screaming. “I apologize for Lili’a behavior. I would have gone myself, I just‒” You look at the darkness beginning to overtake the sunset filtering through the windows, the mess of the kitchen, the floor, the table, the bed. Everywhere‒ a proof of your failure. 
“I have no excuse for this mess. I‒” You look at the angry red streaks running down the plush skin of the child, guilt rising inside of you. “I have failed the task Lilia has given me. I apologize.” 
The majesty sets down the basket of fruits on the table, brushing away the crumbs that sat upon it. “I had an empty slot in my schedule, and I was curious about this human child.” He sits, smiling. “To whom is the great Dullahan apologizing to?”
The name brushes the nape of your neck. It’s so real that you rub your palm against it, attempting to soothe it somehow, like salves against a burn. “Oh I…” Your mind spins, you remember you haven’t eaten at all today. 
“Your apology is unnecessary. But I must say, I’ve never heard you so desperate before.” He chuckles. You press your lips into a straight line, embarrassed that he heard your small meltdown before entering the house. “May I?” He points to the child, now in his cradle, still bawling. 
“Of course. I beg you to heed my warning‒ he is very fussy, he does want anything you give him.”
He remains silent, but reaches his slender hands to the child‒ brushing a small sliver of hair from his forehead before he envelops the bundle in his arms. His cries simmer to babbles, and he reaches his tear streaked face towards your majesty, reaching his hands to his face. His face flowers with joy, and for the first time in the day, you feel somewhat relaxed. 
Still, you worry. "Please be careful your majesty. Humans are quite weak, fragile. You understand how it is.”
Malleus bounces the child softly in his arms. "You talk as if you and this child are not of the same species. He’s only a younger version of your kind, is he not?”
You swallow your breath, fold your hands into each other. "Young master‒ I am different, but the same. The tree of eternity lives within me, I am built much stronger than the average human.” You gesture to the babbling child in his arms. “This one‒ he’s just a little human. They all break easily but children especially so.” 
When you rake through your memories, it does not give you mercy at the slightest. Mothers, fathers, children‒ you never brought down a blade to them‒ but the soldiers you slashed through like wheat‒ they had families too, didn’t they. You’re sure your hands would find the shape of that violence easily as you hacked through everything else, that instinct to survive doesn’t fade as quickly as they do scars, flickering with a will of its own. You look to the crescent shaped blades displayed on the wall to make sure they are not by your sides once more, finding your name‒ and your purpose. Dullahan, they seem to call to you. 
“You were this small once?” 
A small smile curves onto your lips. “Once, but I do not recall much.” Anyone who had preserved you in that shape through memory and mind had been killed by the farm‒ whether it was through the grueling training and starvation, or your will to survive. “Humans grow much quicker than fae because our lives are not as long. We are not this small for long, we do not remember much about our first years.” 
“Fascinating…human lives are that short?”
“Yes. Human lives are not long lasting. We all die eventually, of course, but human lives turn to dust quicker than you can imagine. This child will die one day…” The soft glow of the amber embedded in you aches. “As will I. And we will leave those like you behind. I apologize for that.” Baul, Malleus, Lilia. A day will come when your heart can no longer keep with the thing inside of you. Then, you will fade in their memories‒ lost. Again. 
“And to whom is the mighty Dullahan apologizing to?” His majesty reaches a gentle hand towards the child, shifting the tufts of diamond locks from the child’s face. 
“I am…” Something inside your chest feels like it's falling, and you inhale hastily as if to gasp for air. Death. You had always known it, being surrounded by it, and being its conductor with every violent swing of the blade. It was never any attachment to life that you felt had been lodged in every moment of that animal brutality, but survival. To come out of everything alive. What was the difference between life and alive, again? Lilia had taught you the words, pointing to the two while you circled them in pink, as you rolled the remaining sweetness from the barley candy he had given you earlier in your mouth. 
“I am apologizing to you, young master. For I cannot accompany you for all of your life, it seems.” 
“Will the essence of eternity not keep you alive?”
“Not forever. We humans will not ever come close to your intimacy with eternity. We’re dying every second, peeling off layer and layer until we are nothing but dust. Then, those who remember us die, and we are lost forever.” 
"The purpose of a name is not to be a prison. It is a hand we reach out in the darkness that echoes against our form, and from there we are able to distinguish the existence of ourselves. Without it, we are formless, we are lost."
Love seemed so much easier with Lilia. Perhaps it was that promise of eternity. Even if you succumb to an eternal sleep, he lives, on and on. Selfish, you think. You swallow that feeling deep down. 
“That’s a shame. I rather enjoy your company, (Name).” 
You bow. “It is an honor, young master.” 
He motions you to rise, handing you the child once more. “Why won’t you call me by my name‒ Lilia does so. Your histories with me are equally long‒ and I’ve permitted it before, encouraged, even.”
A smile dips into your features. “Young master, I mean no offense.” The child begins bubbling with tears, and you grip your own arm, squeezing the flesh below the leather. You’re truly not fit for this. “This distance is necessary. I would not ever wish to hurt you.” 
The child fusses once more, wriggling out of Malleus’ embrace. You offer your hand, and he simmers down once more, like the watery look of his eyes meant nothing. 
“Is that what you wanted? To be held?” You realize. 
“I’m sorry. My hesitation caused you a lot of pain and suffering. It’s not supposed to be that way, is it?” His eyelids dip dowards, flickering. He soon falls asleep in your arms. “I’m not suited for this, am I?”
“I’m very sorry it had to be me.”
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The next day is better, you attribute it to Malleus’ abilities, the lullaby he sings in honor of his mother‒ something familiar, warm, alive. The two of you go out to the forest, and you chuckle at the way he reaches towards every flower, every fairy that dances in the air, every leaf that blows in the wind. You press a flower to his mouth, and one in your own. 
"Honeysuckle. Lilia taught me that word, it's sweetness. And now I'll teach it to you."
The baby babbles again, reaching for another tuft of the flowering bush. You pick one with your fingers and let him take it from your hands to suckle the sugary sap again. 
"Hm. It doesn't seem you're one for words. That's alright, neither was I. I can teach you more." 
His small cheeks rise with that, flushed a perfect pink, reaching towards your face again. 
“I thought I would find you here.” 
You’re startled for a moment, squeezing the bundle in your arms, before you relax into Lilia’s gaze. 
“When did you…” 
“Just now. I remembered you liked to always take me here to harvest the flowers for honey. And I always burned it when you weren’t looking.” He chuckles. 
You laugh with him, always. “I remember. I won’t let you near that kitchen again. Or a pot or pan for that matter.”
“You wound me, beloved.” Your heart soars at his words. “How is the little one?”
You sigh a bit, but keep the bittersweet smile curved onto your features. “He cries, a lot. Like Young Master always had. He needs to be held all the time.” His small eyes flicker towards a passing butterfly. “Oh‒ and he likes honeysuckle. I’ve taught him the word today.” 
“Hm. He doesn’t seem that much for words yet‒”
“That’s what I thought a moment ago, but neither was I.”
“Neither were you.” He says fondly. A breathy laughter from the two of you follows. 
“Shall we walk?” He reaches a hand towards you, and you take it. 
A moment or two of peace pass‒ but the quiet brings you back to your conversation with Malleus. 
“Will the essence of eternity not keep you alive?”
“Not forever.” 
“Lilia, how long do your kind live?” 
He laughs a bit at your question. “A couple of centuries. A thousand years, and even more on the longer end. Why are you asking me such silly questions? You’ve been with me this whole time.”
“I…” You hesitate. Distance, that is your impulse. But the desire to be closer to him floods with that thought. “I feel the power of this essence growing weaker every day. I don’t know how long…” 
You don’t look to his expression, but you feel his surprise. “I see.” 
The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence, until you see the cliff the two of you always frequented, the apple trees dipping their fruit in the skies near your heads. The sun kisses the land, enclosing you in its fading warmth. 
You reach towards the velvet hills, and the gossamer warmth that blankets over them. You imagine they roll through this earth eternally, enveloping the world in the warmth of soil and sun. You break the silence. 
“Doesn’t love feel easier this way, Lilia?” You hold the child higher in the air, letting him a wider expanse to the brilliance in front of you, ever extending, eternal. 
He smiles, like always. “You’re easy to love.” 
“I mean love, in general. It’s hard for me to remember I am here, alive. But when I remember this eternity, one that stretches far beyond me‒ my love for you, and perhaps this little one as well‒ propels me forward. I feel like I could love everything. Devour the earth and the skies.” 
You sit, a bit embarrassed from your outburst, but Lilia seems in a better mood, leaning against your form when you place yourself next to him on the lush grass. 
“You still have time?” 
‘As much as this thing inside of me allows.” The amber flickers. “I feel it growing weaker everyday.” 
He thinks for a moment, you see the contemplation wash over his face like a cool shadow. He looks beautiful this way‒ in every way he’s taught you, and you can’t help but to stare. “How about love?”
It surprises you. “What about it?"
“How about your love for me‒ will you still have it?” 
A way to describe eternity. Poets, bards, and artists have tirelessly tried. “If I could harvest the moon and put my love in its place, I would.” 
“You haven’t changed one bit.” He snickers, flickering his flushed face to the skies. “Then. Time is all I need. I have your love, and I have you here right now.” 
The baby babbles, sounding out pieces of Lilia’s laughter, and yours. Your dearest smiles, sweeping a snowy lock curled onto his forehead. 
"What should we call him?"
You think, pressing your fingers on top of Lilia's which rests on the baby's head. His glassy eyes look up at you, rounded and polished with their innocence. Silver. You think. His hair, his eyes, his laugh, his warmth. 
Beautiful‒ "it means something shines in your eyes and you love it‒ even if it burns". His hair and the tint of his eyes catch the light in a radiant way, flaring in an aurora of colors. Silver. Silver. You sound out in your head, imagine calling to it in your own voice, then Lilia’s‒ taking shape, finding its small body in the bundle in your arms. 
"I think Silver. Simple, but fitting."
"Hello, little Silver." Lilia reaches a finger to the small of Silver's hand, he wraps the finger with the warmth of his skin. "Nice to meet you, call me father." He shakes it up and down. "Beloved, it's your turn."
You chuckle, reaching a finger to him as well, which he softly grasps between the plush of his palms. You feel a heartbeat moving delicately under his flesh. "Nice to meet you, fair Silver." You do the same as Lilia, up and down. "Call me (Name). The name is a gift from your father, and it will be a gift from you as well‒ if you will call me by it.”
The heat of the sunset cools, the fireflies beginning to wane in and out, flickering their light across the hills like stars. Lilia envelopes your hand in his own, sharing his warmth from his heart to yours. Love seems easy. 
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ibee00725 · 7 months
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Saw you do requests and my little emo shit self NEEDED to see if you were willing to do a grunge Lilia omg I am begging you (/nf broski)
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Grunge lilia 😞🤲 pardon my limited knowledge on the grunge scene 💔 all ik abt it is that its band shirt heavy so i based it off a kid from my old hs LMAO
Imo it suits cater better, on lilia it makes him very skater boy esq and idk how to feel abt it 😦😦
Ykw screams grunge? Miffy shirt.
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tezret · 2 years
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*Gasps in Victorian* ANKLES!?
Lilia, stepping into Your/Reader’s room: [Name]… why are you naked?
Yuu/Reader, panicking: I don’t have clothes.
Lilia, opening the closet: Oh? As far as I can see you have shirts, pants, skirts, jackets, hello there Malleus! Socks…
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