I'm Good, I Woke Up About A Hour Ago, Took A Shower And Then I Started My Prayers, It Feels Kinda Refreshing✨

I think I love you....

Thank you for taking my request, omgggggg

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Aww, I love you too! And you're very much welcome. It was such an enjoyable and relaxing thing to do. ☺️ Sorry that I take long with requests though.. I'm a slow typer.

I am back with more Ideas for my beloved retired general husband…

In my head I imagine that Lilia has PTSD and as someone that also has that…oof the PTSD episodes are rough

watching others die, killing others…I feel that a part of him will always believe that he’s a harbinger of destruction and death and that he doesn’t deserve to love someone

it might’ve also added to his issue with raising Malleus and Silver! :0

ALSO I THINK HE’D BE ABLE TO SPEAK DIFFERENT LANGUAGES 😳😳😳

imagine this man leaning down and starting to whisper stuff in your ear in German or French

I’d simply….Perish 💀

-Jonah🐉

JONAH ANON! I am in total agreement with you here. >< I can't imagine Lilia not having PTSD with what had happened and all. I try to find opportunities to subtly hint that in my works of Lilia, but I'm not sure how that's going.

Also, I am very sad to here that you have PTSD. I am not well informed with it (just the term and a tiny bit of knowledge) but if you ever break and need someone to vent/cry/seek someone to talk to, I hope I can be of help. I have parents who are both in healthcare+medicine so I'll definitely ask should a problem arise.

And I like your imagery about the raising children part. I now think that as he was raising his children (you know what I mean), there were times where he'd question himself if he was deserving of them and generally having a hard time accepting how he's now basically a stay-at-home father. I picture little Silver wandering around and just finding him in his room late at night staring out the window with an almost pained look with questions hanging in the air. Silver would be found out after calling out for Lilia. 🥺 It was from that moment that baby Silver would start to wonder what was that look of sadness in his father's eyes that night for, but will never get an answer when asked. Ahh!! Thank you for helping me fill my head of these thoughts.

Lastly! For having been alive for so many years, I do think he is capable of speaking in different tongues but German and French? PLEASE! I can just feel his breath by my ear and chuckling deeply as I read that sentence. Mans could whisper the steps to baking a cake in some other language with that husky, deep voice and I'd melt. Like, it doesn't have to be dirty words! His voice alone can overpower me.

I love having these conversations with you. ☺️ It really makes me happy and hyped up to talk about Lilia.

║Kaeya║Diluc's Cousin 1

From Wattpad.

Gender-neutral.

Word count: 2.1k

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No one in Mondstadt has ever known that Diluc- the cold and expressionless man- had a surviving family and for a reason; they live all the way at the hydro region, Fontaine, and the last visit was at least more than 10 years ago.

Diluc had been exchanging letters with them throughout the years though and although not completely knowing each little secret of the other's, family blood is what made the two stay put in each other's heart.

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The sound of hooves trotting was getting louder from the distance and servants of Master Diluc looked up from their works in curiosity. The carriage was intricately designed- from the shape to its little silver linings- but foreign to what Mondstadt know as carriage.

Other than the coachman, a man stepped out from the carriage. He was well dressed in foreign clothing. But, instead of walking up to any of the servants, he waited at the side. Was there someone in there?

Just as the thought passed through each servants, another came out of the carriage. This one was dressed much fancier than the man and everyone could tell that they were of that in higher status than they were.

The mysterious person looked around before their gem-like eyes landed on the servants. They approached them calmly but the servants were on edge.

"Where is Diluc?" were the first words the person had asked. The person were looking at each other before a maid had spoken up-- most likely the head maid since their clothing was a tad different than the others.

"I'm sorry, but Master Diluc is out today," she answered. Her form was strict and firm, confirming that she was the head maid.

"So, where is he?" they asked once more. The head maid was confused, had this person not understood what she said? "He may not be here, yes, but I'm sure you know where he is."

The head maid was hesitant but comply to answer, "He is in the city as of now. If you so wish, I will inform Master Diluc that a person was looking for them."

"Eh? Really? Then I guess I'll wait here.." The head maid noted that this person was not someone to anger-- oh how she is praying to the Anemo Archon for her master to hurry. "Then would you like--.."

"What's going on here?" A familiar voice lifted the invisible weight of the maid. "Master Diluc, this person is looking for you."

"Hm? An uninvited guest? Well, sorry to inform you this, but I'm not meeting with anyone today. Please come again another time," Diluc said sternly.

The person was silent which confused Diluc. Then, "Are you really going to say that to me?" the person said and turned around with a grin. "Long time no see, Diluc."

"(Y-Y/N)? What are you doing here? I was not informed of your arrival," Diluc says with wide eyes of surprise.

"Hm? I'm sure I've mentioned it in the last letter.." you put a finger over your mouth, thinking about the last letter. "Oh, I must've forgotten, whoopsies." You stick out your tongue and lightly knock your head.

Diluc sighs and had ordered a couple servants to prepare a room for you. "I'm assuming you'd be staying for a while," he says and looks at you.

You nodded happily. "How have you been?" you say and walk beside him, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. "Okay. How about you?" You looked away from him and answered that you have been good as well, but just that there were things going on in Fontaine that made you travel all the way to Mondstadt. "Oh, you told me about the traveller in one of your letters-- are they still in Mondstadt?" you ask excitedly.

"They had left a couple of weeks ago. I believe they are in Liyue as of now," he answered which made you a bit sad. Being a vision user of hydro, you were curious how someone could have obtain an element without one.

"It's been a long travel, I assume," Diluc says as soon as you both got to the foot of what will be your room. "You rest well."

You nod. "Will you be free tomorrow? I want to go see the city with you," you say. "I'm afraid that I can't accompany you tomorrow but I'll have someone guide you throughout the city."

"Thank you, but I'll be fine with Ronan," you said to witch he nods and excused himself so you can rest.

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"So, this is Mondstadt!?" You gazed around with an obvious awe. It had been so long that you had forgotten what it looked like. The wind blow pass gently and the atmosphere was very lively.

You roamed the place and caused many to look at you oddly but you were too busy running around to notice-- except your butler, who is having a hard time trying to catch up with you.

"Ronan, hurry up! We don't have all day." You turned to look at the old man with excitement. "I'm sorry for delaying you," Ronan says and caught up to you. Ronan had never seen you so excited before and he had guessed it was because you had finally gotten away from the mess at Fontaine. But, he was happy as well since he had never seen his master so free.

After hours of roaming, you finally gotten tired and wanted to grab lunch. You sat down outside of some restuarant and told Ronan to order food for you. "Um, you want me to order the whole menu? Are you sure?" Ronan asks, sweat dropping. You nodded and told him that you wanted to try all of Mondstadt's foods. Ronan excused himself from your presence and went to order.

You looked around and found the fourth bard today. "Mondstadt has a lot of bards.." you say to no one in particular. You were thinking of bringing one home to Fontaine, but you want the best bard.

"Agreed. Are you thinking of bringing one home?" An unfamiliar voice spooked you from behind and you looked over your shoulder to see a man with an eyepatch. His hair was a long blue that was tied and wore fur as a decoration on his shoulder. But, what got you curious was his eye.

"Um, who are you?" you ask, eyes following his every movement to him sitting down in front of you. "Kaeya," he answers, crossing his legs and arms. "I've heard that a foreigner has been running around today. Might that be you?"

"I guess? How often does Mondstadt have travellers coming?" you ask in pure curiosity. Kaeya chuckles. "Often, but mostly for the wine here," he answers and put his face on the back of his hands, leaning closer to you. "So, where did you come from?"

"From Fontaine," you answered. "Oh? That's quite the travel then. What made you come all the way to Mondstadt? Surely it isn't because of the wine," he asks, a light flickering pass his eye.

"You're right. I came here to visit my cousin." Just the thought of Diluc made you smile. "But he's busy today so I came to look for myself."

Ronan soon came back to your side. "Sorry for the wait, they had said that they will bring it over shortly," he said and you nodded. "Um, sorry for my rudeness, but may I ask who this man is?" Ronan looks at Kaeya.

"Oh, I don't know who he is either. He introduced himself as Kaeya," you said. Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. This occurred quite often back in Fontaine; someone random just casually walks and chats with you in public. Ronan warned you not to talk to other that is irrelevant but you don't listen. "It's fine. I think he's a nice person," you say and turned around to talk to Kaeya.

"Oh~ so it seems that you're someone not to be messed with," Kaeya said, eyeing Ronan. Ronan- despite his age- can fight as if he was in his prime life and Kaeya could see that. You two chatted throughout your lunch and parted not long after. When the two of you did, it was only then that Kaeya noticed that he hadn't gotten your name.

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It was the second day of you touring Mondstadt and getting odd eyes from people. This time, you went near the cathedral to hear a certain bard sing. "Ronan, Ronan! Look, at that bard." You pull on your butler's sleeves repeatedly. "Yes, I am looking," Ronan said, tired at this point.

"Ah, just the person I was hoping to run into," a voice from the distance spoke and you and Ronan turned to your left to see Kaeya. "Mister Kaeya, hello!" you greeted enthusiastically.

"Are you interested in the bard?" he asks as he faced the short bard in green. "Yeah, I think he's way better than the other ones I've heard so far, even though it's a first that I've heard bards sing."

Kaeya stood silent for a while as if he was thinking of something. Then, "It's about lunch time, is it not? Want to grab a bite with me? There's a place that you probably haven't went to yet that serves good local food," Kaeya said to which you hurriedly nod your head.

When you got there, the smell was so strong that it made your stomach growl. "Haha, and here I thought that the food you ordered yesterday was enough for a week," Kaeya laughs. He ordered a couple of Mondstadt's most served food and both of you went to find a seat.

You chatted about the most randomness of things and also about you and the place you grew up in. It was quite the company, you admit. It would truly be sad if you left to go home anytime soon.

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You had gotten to know Kaeya quite well throughout the two weeks you had spent with him and even consider him a friend. He was secretive at times which makes you question him but never pushed that thought.

"Ronan, I am your master, so you must obey me," you said and cross your arm. Ronan had pushed you to finally go home but you outright refused before he finished saying anything.

"Yes, I apologize for angering you," he said, putting a hand over his heart and bowing deeply. You had come to love Mondstadt and Ronan feared that you will never go home and stay with Kaeya thus was making a fuss of returning home to Fontaine, albeit he was happy that you finally get to rest from the chaos in Fontaine.

"You're forgiven. Now, let's go find Kaeya!" You walked away in your normal, speedy walk, excited to see Kaeya. After a while of searching, you couldn't find him anywhere in the usual spots. "Ronan, did Mister Kaeya say that he'd be somewhere today?"

"He did not. Perhaps he's busy today," answered Ronan which disappointed you. "Well, I guess we'll have to go bother Diluc today.." And that's what you did for today. When Diluc said that he'd take a day off for you at some point, you declined, saying that you were okay and that you met a person to company you while he was off at work, but now that Kaeya was not around, you thought that it was time to take him up on his word.

It wasn't until tomorrow that you finally got to meet up with Kaeya who excused himself as he was out on a short-notice mission.

"Did you miss me that much?" he asks, chuckling a bit. You nodded. "Yeah, I did. But, don't worry about yesterday; I still had my share of fun," you said in earnest. Kaeya was a bit caught off guard with how honest you had spoken but soon regained the smirk that everyone knows, and is either in love with or scared of. "My, you are quite honest," Kaeya points out. "You should be careful, (Y/N)."

"Hm? I'm not following you, Mister Kaeya," you said, "But if you mean that I can't handle myself, I'm a vision user as well so I can defend myself." You show him a determined fist and fiery eyes. Kaeya chuckles at your silly gesture. "That's not what I meant and could you drop the mister? Don't you think we can consider ourselves friends?" he says.

"Friends..?" The word you've heard multiple times out of other people's mouth, yet still foreign to you that Kaeya can practically see your gears churn inside your head. Then, "I've never had friends so will you be my first friend?" you ask. Kaeya smiles and reaches an arm across the table and ruffles your hair. "I'd love to."

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Part two!

Ooff sorry this is my first time requesting and i checked the rules (i don't know if i miss something), can you write a continuation of the Yan!Lilia Vanrouge x fae reader? I mean i'm pretty curious of what happened after that. If you're not comfortable with the request you don't have to (^つωฅ^)

Stay safe and Healthy! Drink lots of water too!

Lilia Vanrouge x reader

Reader: Female pronounce/titles.

Warning(s): Yandere themes. Overuse of words. Abuse.

Word count: 6.4k

You don't need to read part 1 to understand. ^^

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Note: Tldr: Reader doesn't get a happy ending. :]

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Part 1: Sweet and Naive

║Lilia Vanrouge║ Sweet and Naive Pt 2. / Invisible Chains

Dark.. Cold.. Those two words repeated in echoes in your head for what you could bet was at least a hundred years.

You were as lifeless as a doll, not even a sound of rattle from your chains. Your body stilled from having given up trying to fight, which you bet was how he would like it. If someone were to see you, they would think you were a sculpture. But you were a beauty that even a sculpture can't hold a candle against.

Your eyes slowly blinked, revealing to no one of just how void it was of activity. Your eyes no longer shined like they once were and quite literally. You couldn't see a thing with having your eyesight been taken from you.

It was futile to hope to have your eyesight back. It was pointless to wish for anything in fact. He would never let you go and him taking your ability to walk or even use your hands was enough proof of that. He even went through such lengths to bind your ankles and wrists to the ground. Even if you could move, you wouldn't be able to go past the door before being yanked back by the chains imbued with his magic that would trigger if you try to escape.

Having known his strengths, you could only have an impossible, crazy dream of the young prince of the Valley of Thorns stumbling down towards this place for a visit and helping you out. You knew no one with strengths that could outdo him. Not even the brave soldier in that storybook you once loved to read as a child who slayed the scariest dragon could hope to beat him. He was second only to the monarchy's strength so in a way, he held supreme over even the strong, mighty creatures of faes.

"Little fairy, are you ready to talk to me now?" A sickening voice you were O' so familiar by now that you've grown to loath speaks just behind you, making the owner of the voice's presence known to you. You would have known that someone was there if you were still considered a fae. Without your distinguishable features of strong magic and being reduced to nothing but a doll, you were all the more average than a human who lacked awareness of magic aura around them.

You didn't answer. If you were to speak now, you would only give him hope of something– anything and you didn't want that. You don't want to see him become so giddy and happy that you were finally falling prey for his traps.

"[Name]." The room's temperature quickly drops by a few degrees thanks to him. His voice was quite stern when he calls your name. Him dropping your silly nickname meant he was about to lose it. Every visit he makes, it seemed that he was slowly losing his patience and sanity with you. "This has gone for far too long."

You can tell that he was seething with anger at your silence. Good, you thought. You hoped that maybe he'd just end your miserable life right then and there, unable to control himself any longer.

The steps of heavy shoes makes sounds as he draws closer to your form. Once you were at arm's reach, he harshly turns your face towards him. His face contorted– but you couldn't see that– and angrily said through gritted teeth, "Stop playing with me, little fairy. What is it that you want?"

What do you want? If he asked you that hundreds of years ago, you would have answered what was in your heart– to set you free. You wanted nothing more than to travel Twisted Wonderland. Now, you couldn't care less. If you answered the same thing as back then, you were sure that he'd ignore it. And even if he granted your wish now, there wasn't any guarantee that he'd let you out for long. He'll always know where you are and will bring you back to your cage when he thinks that you've had enough of exploration.

When you refused to talk to him he roughly let's go of you and stood up. He stare down at your form, seeming distant as he contemplates on something. Having released a deep sigh, he leaves you alone once more.

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You thought it would be a long while until you would hear the door open and close again, but you were apparently wrong. You mentally sighed at the disturbance of your peace, and just when you were having a conversation with yourself in your head.

When the door shut with a loud thud, you were expecting him to speak. It's just been an hour, you think, since he left so you did wonder what he wanted now. Surely he knows by now that you weren't going to give him any ounce of your limitless time.

"Um, lady..?" Your stoned facial expressions changed when your eyebrows raised. Your ears picked up a voice that was not familiar at all to you. Who was here? You were sure that your capturer locked you somewhere that no one would be able to reach you or to know of your existence. So, who was this person that managed to pass by the great fae and make it to where you were, several feet high above in some tower?

Seeing your head lift up, you hear an audible gasp. "Oh! You're real!?" The soft voice of the person was something refreshing to you as you've never heard of any other voice other than your own and your capturer. But still, you noticed that the voice did not belong to an adult but rather, a male child. What was a child doing all the way here?

You hear light steps make their way around to properly face you. “What are you doing here, Miss?” You weren’t sure where he was in front of you nor how tall he was, so you looked up a bit and hoped that he was there and not an inch off. Your silence made the kid raise a brow. “Um, do you not talk, Miss? Or is it that you can’t talk?”

He squatted down to be on the same eye level as you and rested his face on his knees. You heard him ruffling around so you guided your head to where you assumed he was now at. “Hm, so you can’t talk? That’s a problem then.. Maybe I can get you paper and something to write with!” Their voice was so sweet like a melody and sounded as if it did not belong to a fae of the Valley of Thorns. It sounded so carefree. Befitting of a child of innocence.

Ah. Innocence. Something that you once were. You missed the days where you used to walk around the village and the surrounding forest, oblivious of the crueler side of the world. You were innocent– free of sins and a child of purity who was just a naive– “little fairy”. His voice whispered in your ears and you were disgusted by it.

“There’s no need..” You finally spoke. “You’ll just waste your time.” The softness of your voice caught you off guard, and also the child. You always sounded either harsh or devoid of life.

"Ah, that's good!" By the tone of his voice, you could tell he was smiling and it made you feel like smiling, but your facial features couldn't display it. You once remembered how smiling could affect others and make them smile but you couldn't. "So, why are you here, miss?" He asks again.

You wished you could tell him, but he was a child and something a child has that could easily be taken away was their purity and innocence and once that's taken, it'll never be returned. But one thing that comes with innocence is curiosity and curiousity is such a dangerous feat to have. You should know it as yours was too long, long ago due to being so curious.

And you worried for the child's safety should you tell. He doesn't want anyone to know.

Seeing your head drop to stare at your lap, the little boy could tell that something saddened you. In fact, when he first saw you, he noticed how your eyes didn't reflect the light from the sun that stared down at you. And though you did not know it, the sun was caressing your form that at first, the child thought you were an angel. However, something didn't sit right with him and concluded that you were a shell of what once was an angel.

"It's okay to not tell me, miss!" he says. "My father taught me not to push people to talk about things they don't wanna talk about!" You were relieved, not that you were going to cave in and tell him anyway.

"Hm? Oh, it's almost time for dinner.. Father is going to start looking for me if I don't show up.." he said after minutes of silence and him staring at you curiously. "But, um.. Will you be okay here?"

Now standing up, he looks down at you who stared at the ground with hands on your lap. "I'll be okay." With that, you hear the light steps of the child make its way to the door. He stopped and turned his head to look back at you with a hand resting on the door. He has questions he has yet to ask with a pitiful look but he knew that his father would worry if he disappears for too long.. Maybe tomorrow he'll sneak back here.

And that's what he did.

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You never got to ask the boy how he got in but you were sure he'd never come back. With that in mind, you just assumed he was a child of another high-status fae who came for a visit. You don't know of your location, but you assumed somewhere beneath the ground. It was always cold in the room.. Or was it just you?

You were left to your thoughts once more before you felt yourself dozing off. The next thing you know, you hear the shy clicking of the door opening. Not thinking more about it, you continued to close your eyes. You didn't want to talk to him.

"Lady? Are you still asleep?" Hearing the soft, welcoming voice of the same boy from yesterday, your eyes snapped open and your head shot up. "Oh, good! You're awake." You hear him draw close to you before sitting himself down in front of you. "How was your sleep?"

Ah. Did you sleep? You were sure that he was gone for just a few moments. Look at you, not even being able to tell the difference between hours and seconds.

"It was.. Okay," you answered, staring straight ahead with a blank look on your face. "That's good to hear! Father always says that sleep helps you grow tall. But I always fall asleep at random times that I'm not sure if it's a good thing anymore."

You cracked a small smile without noticing it yourself. Not to worry though, your little companion did. "Oh! You smiled!" he pointed out happily. "You didn't smile at all yesterday– I thought you couldn't smile at all." His comment made you quickly drop your smile. You weren’t offended by the comment, but you rather not wish to be able to smile anymore.

"Aw.." You can tell that he was now pouting but you didn't care. "You should smile more, miss! It looks better on you." The comment made you feel bashful, though you remained stone-faced. It has been a long time since someone has made an earnest compliment. You’ve only had few the moment you stepped outside of the protection of your little village– Ah, but now that you think about it, you did catch glances of him looking at the person who had given you words of praise darkly.

Just how long ago did his possessiveness sprout? You were too naive at that time and you curse yourself for it. If you knew about his dark obsession with you, you would have fled, using the darkness of the night as your cloak.

“Hellooo? Miss, are you listening?” The loud voice of the child brought you back and you looked up from your lap to where his voice was. “Oh! I’ve been calling you and even waving my hand in front of your face, but you didn’t react at all.”

“I’m sorry. I was just recalling some things,” you said. And it’s not like you would have been brought back by the action of his hands. “What was it that you were talking about?”

“Mm.. I was wondering what you do here. You look kind of lonely, miss,” he said. “And what’s with these things?” You didn’t see what he was pointing at, but you were sure that it was the chains that bound you to the room.

“These..” Should you tell him? Should you not? How else are you going to explain this? Seeing your reluctance to speak, he tells you yet again to not worry about it and to just ignore his questions. “Sorry for asking a lot of questions.. Father doesn’t tell me much of anything except things related to the Valley of Thorns so I got curious when I saw you.”

“You look like a fae but to me, you look like an angel,” he said, laughing cheekily at his own words. “You don’t look like the faes from the Valley though so is there another kind of faes out there?” This child asks too many questions, one after another, you concluded. He reminds you of the you from back then– ever the curious one. You bit the insides of your cheek, feeling a bit sour of the current situation. It feels as if you’re now taking in the perspective of your capturer and looking at yourself through another’s eyes. But you knew better and won’t allow yourself to spiral into madness because of him.

“Yes. There are other faes out there,” you answered. “I am not a fae of the Valley.” At your confession, the boy lit up. “Really? Since you were from the outside, can you tell me what it was like?” You felt him draw closer to you with enthusiasm. “Father said that I’ll be able to go out one day, but I still have to become strong before that happens.”

“I.. Didn’t do much adventuring,” you confessed, a hint of sadness hung on each word. There was silence after that with a heavy atmosphere bringing burden to both of you. The child opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a single word, his ears perked up to sounds outside the door. “Shoot! It’s time for my sword training! Father is going to find out I was here.. ” You hear him scramble up to his feet. “Oh! But before I go, I brought you some snacks!” You hear the sliding of a plate that stopped in front of you. “I don’t know if you ate so I got you something! It’s not healthy but it’s all I can carry without being spotted..”

After saying a quick goodbye, you hear him run out the door. You had no need for food and opted that starving your way to freedom was the only option at leaving this hell of a place.. Not that you could even do that since he would find a way. But you appreciated the gesture of kindness. It..

Truly, it has been a long time since you’ve felt kindness from another. You wished you were able to see the young child with your own eyes, but that only meant submitting yourself.

The next time the boy showed up was 2 days after the last parting, though you did not know it since time for you was lost. Since then, he would find a way to sneak to your chambers day after day.

Until one day, you were beginning to question this kid, feeling a bit guarded despite his open nature. You liked how the boy was like a breath of fresh air, but something did not sit right with him finding his way back to you day after day. “How did you manage to get back here?” you asked with a stern tone of voice one day. You felt much more comfortable to ask him a question of your own. At first, you had your reservations about him, thinking that he must have been sent by him to manipulate you so you said little or nothing at all.

"Ah.. Don't tell father this.. He told me not to go here but I got curious," he answered honestly. Right. He’s always talking about his father but who is his father and why is he here? Where exactly were you locked up that this child could easily sneak in? “He kept saying that this part of the manor wasn’t where I should be playing, but I always see him go here with things sometimes.”

Your head shot up to stare straight at the area in front of you, where you assumed the boy to be. His father.. He goes here often? Then that could only mean– “You know.. I started wondering..” The boy started to speak, his cheerful tone gone, and pauses.

“You can’t see, can you, lady?” Your head snaps towards your left, his voice now in that direction and closer to you. Since when– “Your eyes.. They don’t reflect anything at all.. And they always seem to miss me.” He crouches down by your side. “I don’t know a lot and only what father tells me, but I can tell that you’re sad, lady.”

“I, if that’s the case.. Then maybe my father can help–”

Your heart quickens. “W, who..” You gulp back a lumped in your throat. “Who is your father?” you ask, cutting him off and then silently pray that that one cursed name doesn’t befall upon your ears.

What came afterwards made your eyes widened and your face grew pale. You felt lightheaded as the truth came crashing down on you. “Lilia! Lilia Vanrouge.”

“Silver.”

Your heart stops and drops to the pit of your stomach at that all too familiar, sickening voice. “Father!” The boy with a name that you now know as Silver got up to his feet. Crimson eyes looked at his son for a good few seconds and at you who refused to look at him and have your back do the job.

Lilia’s eyes narrow at the sight and returns to look at his son. A new found anger towards his son that he didn’t think he was capable of. “Silver, I thought I told you many times not to step foot in this area of the house.” He didn’t raise his voice but was quite stern. “I’m sorry, Father.. I was just–”

“Curious?” Lilia finishes and crosses his arms. Silver’s head droops down and fiddles with his fingers. “I’m sorry..” The room was still. You couldn’t see what was happening and it only made you worry for the boy. That was until you heard Lilia let out a heavy sigh.

He uncrosses his arms and softens his expression. “Though I won’t let this matter slide, I won’t make you do harder training to make up for it,” he said which made his son raise his head in hope. “Now, go back to the main part of the house.”

“You’re not coming back with me?” he asks. “No. I will join you shortly after.” His eyes wander from Silver to you. Silver notices it and glances back to where you sat. “Oh! Right, Father..” He looks at Lilia with a determined look in his eyes. “This pretty lady wants to be set free but she can’t because of the chains!” he started. “Can you please help her? She looks a bit sad.”

Lilia blinks owlishly at his son’s request but said, “I will have a talk with her first.” You didn’t want to talk to him and cursed him in your head. “Now, go back to the main area.” At his words, Silver leaves the room after one more look at you.

Both of you said nothing as you listened to the boy’s footsteps slowly fade down the hall and waited in silence a bit more.

“Now, little fairy..” You shuddered, disgusted by his voice and him in general. “Care to tell me exactly how long you’ve been talking with sweet, little Silver?” He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You ignored him like you usually do.

“Still not talking, are we?” You hear him sigh. “Well, no matter.. I can deduce it to be at least a week since Silver has been sneaking around the place.” A week? To you, those peaceful days felt too short but in truth, a week has gone by?

“Hmm~ It’s just been a week but seeing as how Silver wants to set you free, I can surmise that he must be really fond of you,” he said. “Kufufu, just as I thought he would be.”

You clenched your jaw. “Since you now have a wife and family, are you finally going to set me free?” you ask coldly but deep down, there was a sudden spark of hope. Now that he has a sweet child, why would he need you there? “Hm~? A wife? I have no need for one when I have you, kufufu.” He answers. “You know, Silver isn’t really my biological son.”

He isn’t? As if reading your mind, Lilia chuckles. “Did you really think that I would have any other lover, little fairy?” he asks, amused. “Fret not. I am a devoted lover to his one and only wife.” “Shut it. I’m not your wife,” you barked back through gritted teeth, feeling the small hope in you fade away as soon as it came. “Oh? I suppose you are right about that.. Well, that is not something that would become an obstacle. I just need to marry you, yes?”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to talk to him anymore. Lilia sighs once more and zips his mouth– only temporarily though. Sometimes you were like a spoiled brat, Lilia concludes, staring at your back, covered by a single, thin white dress. You look exactly like how he had remembered you in his memory. An angel, he thought. Beings of purity just like how you are and will be like for as long as he lives. He will never let you step outside to the tainted world of Twisted Wonderland.

“Silver..” He begins, changing topics. “He’s a curious, adventurous one.. Doesn’t that remind you of yourself back then, little fairy?” Lilia smiles fondly, recalling memories of long-past history while you bit the inside of your cheeks harder. You hate how he always brings up history, especially about your relationship. He talks as if you two were ever lovers and that you were at fault for the sudden tragedy of an ending of the relationship. “You were much so shy and easy to fluster. Kufufu. Ah, the cute expressions you’d make.”

“Shut it,” you snapped. You hated the ‘you’ from back then and cursed her. You two weren’t the same yet he keeps deluding himself that you two were. “Getting angry now, are we? It’s certainly been a while since I’ve last witnessed such a sight for myself.”

“Anyway, back to the topic.. Silver wishes to release you from your chains,” he said. “I can’t say no to my little boy.. After all, he’s been talking about wanting a mother. He did mention a certain ‘angel’ whom he wishes to be his mother.. I suppose that would be you, yes?”

You said nothing. As much as you have come to adore that boy, no way would you sign yourself up to yet another enslavement.

You hear his shoes clicking against the floor until he stops right in front of you. “Now, I suppose that since Silver has already seen you, it would be rude to not give you two a proper introduction,” you hear him say and before you knew it, you were forced to close your eyes shut to see darkness once more due to the sudden light blinding you, even using your hands to shield your eyes.. Wait–

Squinting your eyes open, you could see the sun’s light passing through the window. You sat there, amazed as you stared at the long-missed sunlight in front of you. You looked down at your hands. They were trembling and felt weird to you but nevertheless, you could move them. “Kufufu. O’ don’t you look so cute, little fairy.” You turn your head to the side and see the face that was etched into your memories for all of eternity.

His long, black hair with pink streaks that made him stand out was the same length as you remembered. “Oh? Miss seeing my face, did you?” You became hostile once again at his comment but he only laughed. “Now, up you go.” He unlocks your chains with magic and pulls you up using his indispensable strength.

Caught off guard, your legs wobbled. “Hm? Oh, I’ve forgotten that your body forgot how to work itself..” he comments, blinking once before a smirk adorns his lips as a shadow cast over his face. “No matter.” He puts one arm behind your legs and the other resting on your back and lifts you up with ease.

“Kufufu, aren’t you adorable,” he comments, which made you knit your brows in anger. You attempted to hit him with your strength, but your arms were too flimsy after just gaining the ability to move. He chuckles at your weak punch at his chest. “Put me down. I rather go back to being blind than to see your despicable face.”

“Ah, I’m afraid I can’t, sweetheart.” He chuckles, clearly amused. Crimson orbs reflected you and he couldn’t help but grin cheekily. Ah, you were always a sight to see. It always hurt him how you wouldn’t talk to him and opted to have your back facing him at all times. You, however, weren’t the slightest bit happy and didn’t consider this act as something teasing that you see your fellow faes back home do when they were a bit younger when they were infatuated with another.

Little Silver, just as told, got comfortable in the living room and waited patiently as Lilia emerged from the dark hallways that lead to your prison with you in hand. You realized that your prison wasn’t actually a cell situated hundreds of feet down the basement and was, in fact, just a room in an old part of the manor that wasn’t used. It wasn’t all that complicated to get there at all and easily accessible should Lilia not have warned Silver to wander in that restricted area.

“Silver.” At the call of his name, Silver’s ears picked up and he turned his head. When his eyes reached yours, it immediately brightened with a cute, big smile on his face. Lilia sees this and smiles as he sat you down on a cushioned chair to the left of the sofa.

“I was hoping that I could give the surprise, but it seems as if you’ve already met her already.” “Silver, come and greet your mother.” You cringed at the title and the way he spoke but before you could do so much as to protest, Silver hopped off of the sofa and ran towards you.

“Wait, Miss, are you really my mom?” He rests his hands on your white dress that Lilia had you wore, still very much clean due to him changing you regularly.

You didn’t say anything. You don’t want to play pretend with your capturer but you didn’t want to hurt the boy. Lilia knows what you were up to but said nothing. He knows his son very much to fall for it anyway. Children.. Such a wonderful creation in this twisted world, he thought to himself.

When you looked at Silver the first thing you noticed was his unnatural hair colour and his bright, pale-coloured eyes. Right beside that, your eyes widened at the sight of his ears.. He wasn’t– “Fufu, I forgot to mention, sweet little Silver here is, in fact, not a fae at all,” Lilia leans in close to your ears to whisper. “Isn’t he just adorable?” He gave a breathy chuckle before pulling back.

“Alright, Silver, your mother is quite exhausted so for now, why don’t you go outside to practice your sword training? Malleus will be here to visit soon so why don’t you show him what you have?” Lilia shoos him away with an excuse just to talk to you one-on-one. He’s sure you have things to say.

He agrees and left the room just as told and when he was gone, you threw a spiteful look at him. “Don’t tell me you kidnapped him?” You ask with venom in each word. Lilia’s face shows shock but quickly returns to his playful look. “Fufufu, do I look like the type to you, my dear?” He said as he sat down on the sofa. ‘In fact, you are one’ you cursed him.

You said nothing more to the man, though it was a challenging thing to completely avoid him later on due to him living under the same roof as you. But that was all to change, you thought. Now that you were unchained to a room by magical chains, you had an opportunity.. You just had to wait. Sure, with Lilia’s strength and power, he can cast a spell on the entire manor itself and bind you to it, but even you knew that even the most powerful of the Great Sevens couldn’t keep up with their own spell for long. Soon enough, they will grow weary.

If he were to do that, you just had to wait until he grew too weak. You didn’t think he would put you back in that room and it was thanks to Silver. You had to let Lilia’s guard down for an opportunity to come. You see, he’s always had his eyes on you whenever you strayed away from either him or Silver. Though you don’t see him when you went on your ‘little walk’ around the place to familiarize the layout, you always felt eyes on you.. Though your escape plan wasn't through some secret passage you'll find. There's no way you can outsmart him this way; you'd just be doing what he thinks you'd do.

"Miss– Um, I mean, mother, can we play together today?" Silver asks with an expectant look in his eyes. "I.." You weren't yet used to hearing your voice, let alone comfortable to use them but what were you supposed to do?

"I'm sorry, I can't right now.." Yes, now isn't the time. After waiting and planning, Lilia has announced that he'd be going to the castle to run some errands for the future king of the Valley of Thorns.

You immediately stood up from your seat and walked past the young boy. You were sure Lilia had put some sort of lock on the escape routes you inspected months prior just as you had predicted when he said that Silver couldn't play outside today. All those exits were locked so neither you nor Silver could escape.. All except the most noticeable exit; the main door.

“Mother?” You hear Silver’s confused voice. You really did enjoy spending time with him but he was not your son and this was not your home.

Making a B-line for the door, your heart thumped loudly that you believed that if people were around you, they would most definitely hear. The exit was right there. You were so close. You could almost taste the missing freedom you hopelessly wished for for the past hundred or so years.

“Where are you going?” The tug of your dress made you halt just a few metres away from the door. You looked down to see Silver, holding you tight with his small hands. “Mother, father said that you’re still sick and that it’s too dangerous for you to go outside.”

“We can play together in the living room while we wait for father!” He smiles, though his eyes that reflected hurt betrayed him. Father this. Father that. Why does he always call him that? He is a good-for-nothing man who played himself in a delusion of pretend-family. And you? When did you sign up to play the role of mother in this entire clownery of an act?

“Let go,” you ordered, voice lowering down a few octaves. “But father said that I shouldn’t–” “I said, let me go!” You roughly tug back on your clothes and in the process, push Silver down. At that moment, you were filled with regret and thought to help him up and apologize but– “Mother, d-did I do something wrong?” Tears started to form in his eyes.

Your jaws clenched. No. No, you didn’t, you wanted to say. You looked at the door behind– the door that would lead to freedom– and to Silver before choosing not to stay any longer. If he could survive in this twisted place, you were sure he himself was no good either.

“Mother! Mother!”

When you opened the door, your heart immediately sank down to your stomach. “Father?” Silver says, standing up and wiping his face. “I thought you were going to the castle.”

Lilia takes one look at Silver, his eyes narrowed at the poor sight before narrowingly further at you with the most disappointed and angry look you’ve ever seen him. At the sound of a snap that echoed around the area, you suddenly felt gravity pushing you down to your knees. You groaned in pain as you felt it crushing you and Silver was quick to run to your side. “Mother? W, what’s wrong? Father, what’s happening?” He looks at Lilia, pleading eyes begging for an answer. Lilia stayed silent, a deep frown adorning his pale face. You struggled to look up but when you did, under the moon that greeted a fae of the Valley’s day and bid them a goodnight, crimson eyes glowed far brighter than you. A contrast to the ever-dark kingdom.

“Father, please!” Lilia ceased his actions and the bright glow of red slowly faded away. You gasped for air. You for sure thought you would die right then and there when you felt a bone in your ribcage break.

“Silver, take this gem and go to Prince Malleus.” He hands Silver a green gem whose glow keeps fading in and out in the same rhythm of a heartbeat. “A teleportation gem?” “Yes. Go play with Prince Malleus and Sebek at the castle. Your mother is very ill right now and I don’t want you sick.”

Silver looks at you before nodding in agreement. “I’ll see you soon, mother.” And at the sight of faint green smoke, Silver vanishes on the spot. “What a wasted stone, really,” Lilia comments cooly and sighs but when he looks down at you, you knew you were going to have it worse now that Silver isn’t around to be a witness to his so-called father’s crimes. “Now..”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back inside. You shout in pain and tried to have you be released but his strength was no match for a weak fae who’s been protected all her life in a secluded village.

When he got to your shared room– well, supposed shared room– he releases you once locking the door. “I really don’t know what to do with you, [Name].” “Is that so? Good. Then you should hurry up and release m–” A harsh pain on your right cheek suddenly dulled your mind.

You touched your cheek and looked at Lilia. He had kicked you. His eyes were unreadable when he crouched down to your eye level and harshly grabbed your face. “I really do love you, [Name], but sometimes you are too much of a brat,” he said. “I didn’t want to hurt you but bratty girls like you need to be taught a lesson. Do you understand?”

“You really hurt Silver there.. You don’t think that I’m stupid enough to leave you unsupervised, do you?” With his free hand he beckoned over a small, dark orb with an eye from behind. “I thought I could trust you.. But apparently not.”

“Heh. If you trusted me, you wouldn’t leave that thing hiding close to me,” you said but cursed yourself about not knowing he had a spy on you at all times.

“How funny you are, my dear. I knew quite well of what you were planning to do.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I know you, after all.”

You wanted to bite back and attack him but with nothing– not even your natural magic– you were as hopeless as a human. “So you wanted to escape, huh? Might I need to remind you of how dangerous it is out there?” You called bull on his words. The only monster around here was him.

“My dear, even if you were to escape, where are you going to go? At least a hundred years have already gone by for us.. Do you really think that your home is still intact today?” Your brows furrowed. What was his game here?

With a wickedly wide smile, he tells you, “Your village? All your family, friends.. Anyone from that village? You’ve already seen their end many, many years ago. He had a look of craze in his eyes. You felt another part of you die. What? When? “Do you remember our little game of tag, my dear? The one with a burnt down village as our playground?” That’s when it clicked. “Fufu.. So, even if you were to escape, where would you go? A magicless fae can’t face those monsters out there all alone.”

Your eyes started to tear up and Lilia did nothing to wipe them away. “You’re a liar!” you shouted. “Me? A liar? Fufu, now don’t joke around like that. You know I’m not one to lie– even as a joke. You should know that as we’ve spent so many years together.”

“And remember this.. No matter where you go, I will always find you.”

~♡~

I think you should be honest and tell them that you reseted your computer, I'm pretty sure they'll understand. It would be quite unreasonable for them to get angry if they did.

Hmm, it's more like them being disappointed than them getting mad. I've had thought about just saying the truth and I'm not a fan of lying myself, but I do hate it more if I let people down.. But what can I do? This is life and I have to face the unknown up ahead sooner or later and there'll be disappointments to be had. T_T

Okay, I'm preparing myself.. Man,, I'm so not ready.

Gahh! But literally for two dinners, they kept talking about my progress.. I manage to deter it away from me since I obviously didn't have my computer with me to show anything. Okay. I'm still gonna do it.

Also, are you perhaps a writer? I rarely see people- even adults- who text like me with commas, periods, etc. I do it out of habit and to stay sharp in my writing.

Can we talk about Grim's two-year anniversary card? 🥺 I honestly love Grim as a family, as annoying he can be at times. But I mean, I've had worst annoying sibling moments but in the end, we laugh it off. Man,, and the groovy?? It's so fricking cute. 😭

Man,, I wanted Malleus or Lilia (or both) in the artwork but it's okay.. 💔 We got sweet Silver bby representing Diasomnia (who's dorm leader and vice leader are Malleus and Lilia).

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Lilia Vanrouge x reader 

DM Requester: @kimura-uzuri

Reader: Intended female audience but no use of pronouns nor description.

Warning(s): Yandere themes. Overuse of words. 

Word count: 6.9k 

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║Lilia Vanrouge║ Sweet and Naive Pt 2. / “Our” Happily Ever After

Being the oldest kingdom in existence, there were bound to have many legends and myths. One such tale was of the popular ones which entails a sleeping princess awoken by a charming prince whom had slayed the mighty dragon. The lesser known ones consist of a tale which was estimated to be at least a hundred or two years old that started off as a rumour.. That rumour involves a prestigious and most respected old noble house.. Vanrouge.

It is said that a beauty with an angelic voice could be heard in the far west side of the Vanrouge’s estate where those who had worked for the family before years ago had reported to have never been allowed in that area before they all simultaneously were fired one day by the lord of the house, Lord Vanrouge. 

When pressed about it, they revealed that the lord used to have a lover who occupied the entire west side of the house. When the lord had reported that they had gone on an adventure for who knows how long, he said that the west side won’t be needing servants to keep going to and fro from one side to the other for a while and thus, dismissed them. They are willing to bet that the west side of the building is much dustier than any other part of the house. 

From that stems questions from the common folks of the Valley of Thorns whom didn’t have any lesson of proper etiquette and who didn’t know any better, though the nobles at that time were curious as to the rumour spread around about the great general as well– but being nobility, they kept their mouth shut; not a single word uttered regarding the rumour of their beloved general whom lead the kingdom to many, many victories.. Even questions such as why couldn’t the lord keep it clean until his lover returned? Why did he suddenly tell everyone to keep away from the west side of the house where even when his lover went on a trip, they could now hear sobbing from that area instead of singing now that no one occupied that area?

Though many have reported this, they could easily be chalked up as the lord being saddened from the decision of his lover to go travelling and leaving him alone in such a big and lonesome house for who knows how many years and wanted to preserve the memories until he can create new ones when the love of his life returns.

Yes. Surely this must be the case. However, the lord had not said a single word regarding the rumours to edge it on further; adding more fuel to the fire, and remained completely stoned-faced as his reputation lived up to be so quickly, many thought of the whole rumour to be just that– a rumour and quickly left the minds of many people. Yes, many and not all. After all, what makes the world unique is that not everyone will completely agree on one thought. There are always those who would like to be the abnormality and firmly believe the rumour, even going as far as to tell a tale of them sneaking inside the estate and hearing sobs on the west side of the house. However, they couldn’t be too sure who’s tears were shed– if it were even crying that they heard– since they could not get any closer to the manor without alerting the lord of the place. 

And so, the rumour started to dwindle like a candle at its last few moments. It will be there but won’t be really brought up. 

This was good for Lilia as now, he wouldn’t have to deal with those pesky flies that lurked around the walls of his place and focus on taking care of his beloved. Ah yes, his beloved whom he told left to go on an adventure as it was her favourite thing to do.. The same lover who he is keeping well hidden in the west part of the house. 

Heels clicking against the stone cold floor, he made his presence known to you well before he opened the door. It had been a good few years since he left you in isolation up in your chambers, though that was not his choice and felt a little guilty about leaving you up there by yourself. He had duties that needed him to be at the castle at all times– which was raising the future king to be the best ruler that he and the people would accept and greatly respect .

“Little fairy, I’m back~!” His voice chirped the moment the doors opened. It has truly been so long that he is suddenly hit with the feeling of nostalgia the moment he sees your form from behind, remembering how much he missed and thought of you while at the castle. However, he doesn’t get a reply from you. 

Your head was pointed downwards, eyes obscured by the strands of hair in front of your face. Lilia rounds you until he is in front of you. “Hm?” Upon closer inspection, he sees that your eyes were closed and face very relaxed as if you were sleeping. 

He draws close and bends slightly, holding up your face by the chin, his long black– and highlighted strands– of hair brushes your skin. With his expression neutral, he looks upon your features, noting all the things that remained the same about you and the nothing that changed from the you in his memories before he left.

He smiles. O’ how his eyes soften every time his ruby-like eyes gaze upon your form and how his heart slightly accelerates when his fingers brush lightly on your soft face, a tinge of excitement passing through him. How are you able to bring out this side of him, a side that even he, himself, wasn’t aware of until he met you? 

He held your face as if it was a prized gemstone that would crack at any moment if held by careless hands. “Please wake up soon, little fairy,” he breathly says, lips closely brushing against your own, “It must be lonely in that little world of dreams of yours.” 

He chuckles. How stubborn could you possibly be? He has known you far longer than anyone, yet some things remain unknown to him such as your relentless pride. Even though it has been years of isolation, you not once look at him and seek comfort in another's warmth– of his embrace. 

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You can feel it. The sudden shift of the air around you. The already still world of yours suddenly felt as if time had been forcibly stopped by a force far greater than it. You knew what this meant and just as you were starting to have a growing friendship with the mice that would occasionally come in through means you aren’t privy to. 

He was coming and every part of what was left of you suddenly felt heavy as if you’ve suddenly been turned to a statue; it grew stiff. Lilia Vanrouge– a name you loathe uttering aloud, yet feared at the same time– has returned. Great. Just great, you thought grumbly, just when life was going wonderful for you. 

How long has it been anyway, since you were sensory deprived of sight and touch– two important things that you need in order to know the world around you? You couldn’t walk either so what else were there to touch besides the floor and your shackles that bound your wrists and ankles? 

All that was left to know that you weren’t just an empty shell– something hollow with nothing residing inside– were your hearing and taste, and not to forget, your ability to smell things, though that was useless as there was nothing to smell except the dust that would accumulate over time if he didn’t come regularly to clean up your cell. 

He specifically left hearing just so he could chat away with you, though you don’t answer often but when you do, it would be snide remarks. He would chuckle and call you and your remark adorable with a tone you would use when talking to a child, despite you being hundreds of years old.  

You hear the clicking of his shoes draw to a halt right in front of your door momentarily before the doors make a loud, exhausted creak. It has been a while since those doors were open. The last time, you remember, was after he said his goodbyes with a peck on your lips. He said he would be away for a while and couldn’t bring you along, much to his dismay but very much to your delight– if it weren't for the fact that you were once again bound to the ground by chains that could only barely reach the door before pulling you back further into the room.

A warm breath fanned against your cool cheeks yet you remained still, pretending to be asleep. You didn’t want to face him, let alone talk to him. He hasn’t done anything to you since your captivity that would make him be deemed cruel and not worth talking to, but he was the reason you were shackled in the first place. 

He holds your face so he could take a look at you, cool touches sending shivers down your spine. He held your face so gently that if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that it was just the wind gently brushing cupping your face. It’s eerily frightening how his touches can one moment be filled with a caring warmth as if you meant the world to become cold and covered in blood– your blood– smearing blood on your face when he holds you when you once almost perfectly escaped him. “Kufufu, you almost had me, little fairy.” The way he looked then scared you and since then, you hadn’t tried to escape. 

You hear shuffling around and the next thing you knew, you were lifted up. You could hear the beating of his heart, slow and rhythmic. With you in his arms, he makes his way to the door and leaves the room altogether– the room that you familiarize yourself with these past years he had to forcibly lock you in yet again. 

After a while of walking, he yet again opens another door. You aren’t sure where you are now despite counting the steps he took and corners you felt he turned. You felt like an outsider to this manor you once called home, not remembering the layout of the place. 

Carefully, he lies you down on a comfy mattress with your head propped up on some pillows. Afterwards, there was a long silence and some more. You wanted to take a peek, wondering if he was still standing beside you, but you were afraid. You became hyper aware of whenever he would draw near to your cellar or when he would stare at you so you didn’t need to look around to look for him. Not that you could even see him. 

Just then, another sound was made and you can feel the side of the bed where he stood slowly pressed downwards from whatever weight caused it. “Little fairy.” You can feel his breath on your lips again. He reaches a hand and cups your face and leans down so that your foreheads are pressing against each other. 

Your lips slightly quiver and you prayed that he hadn’t noticed so you can keep this act of sleeping for just a bit longer. Your already sharpened senses sharpened more as you could hear the rapid heartbeat of yours quicken and drum against your ears loudly. 

Why isn’t he saying anything more? What did he want? You just wanted him gone. 

A breathy half-chuckle reverberates from his throat before saying, “My dear, as much as I find your sleeping face adorable, this one doesn’t look so much as cute as the others.” Your jaws clench. He couldn’t have known– “You need to try to relax your face a bit more if you want to make me believe you.” 

There it is.

He chuckles in amusement when you still weren’t opening your eyes. “My dear, you can open your eyes now that I’m here.” There was no more pretending, in other words. 

Slowly, a pair of beautiful orbs stare back at him, Lilia Vanrouge, the Valley of Thorns’ beloved general. His smile widens. He could feel his heart quickening at the sight of those two eyes that he loves dearly as they were a part of you. 

You can see again..

Of course you can now that he was here, but you would rather go permanently blind if it meant you didn’t have to be greeted by his smile every time you opened them. That soft smile that holds so much love to you. That smile that deceives people– even yourself– and makes them think that you two were a match made in heaven, a cut in those red strings never severing your bond with each other.  

“Good morning, my love.” Something inside you feels like it wants to crawl up and out your mouth. It was sickening. He caresses the top of your head. You shot him a glare and shooed his hand away, though this did not result in any anger from him. “Kufufu, aren’t you adorable? Are you surprised to see me still looking the same, hm~?” 

He pulls back and straightens his posture, eyes still glued on your form that sat up slowly, bewildered at how your wrists were once more freed from the chains that bled in with your skin. You can move them again.. You can feel again. “It’s only been a short while, but it certainly has  felt like a millennia since I have seen you.” 

You look up into those blood-coloured eyes (you wonder if they were like that because of the amount of people he has killed) filled with adoration for you only. “Why are you back here?” You croaked, trying your best to voice your spite with the unused vocal cord. You don’t understand how someone who kills could have it in them to love. Just the thought that a monster was running amok in the disguise of a noble fae sends shivers down your spine. “Why? Kufufu, little fairy, this is my home. Of course I should be returning once in a while.” You wanted to say something but you didn’t know what so you continued to glare at him.

“You have been behaving well while I was gone, I presume, hm?” He smiles. You don’t answer, but once again, he doesn’t take it to heart and merely shrugs his shoulders. “You must be hungry, hm?” He stands up and dusts away the non-existent dirt on him then looking at you with that cheeky smile that you used to love. “Kufufu. Come, my dear, I wish to dine with you.” 

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He has made you a favourite dish– or, tried to at least. At times like this when it comes to dining, you would often take the  however, you were not in the mood to entertain him nor to eat so you sat there, poking at the.. Questionable mush. 

“My dear..” The clanking of utensils halted when Lilia saw that you hadn’t eaten a single bite. “Is the food not good?” You wanted to say yes, but you weren’t sure how he would react. He’d always been unpredictable and during those times before you took on cooking duty, you would swallow hard at his cooking but never outright said it was the most disgusting thing that you have ever tasted. 

If he would just spend more time learning to cook rather than swordsmanship.. You wouldn’t have to endure this painstakingly crafted inedible food. 

“I’m–” You cleared your throat. It’s been a while since you’ve used your voice that it sounds so foreign to you. But you will never forget his voice that haunts your sleep at night. “I’m just not hungry right now..” You lied– err, half-lied. You were somewhat hungry but after looking at the food, you’d rather just starve yourself. 

“Hm~ Very well then,” he shrugs. “Now, you must have been curious as to what I was doing while I was away, yes?” No, not really, you wanted to say. In fact, life had been better than ever before during the times he was gone. “Kufufu, it has been.. A century now, yes? The young prince has grown to become quite the handsome young boy. Who would have thought that it would only take a century for a little fae to become so big.” He chuckles amusingly to himself. “In just about a few more decades, he’ll be able to attend Night Raven College–” You drowned him out. 

There was not much to think of, seeing as you’ve had little to explore and worry about, so you blanked out. “Ah! But don’t worry, little fairy, I have thought of you every day for the past century. I have told the young prince all about you as I could not help but miss you so,” he said, concluding the one-sided conversation. 

—

Spring came and went. Now, the fluffy, white ball that comes every winter covers the ground that flowers once sprouted happily. Those flowers, dead. How many years ago was it when he had come back? You did not know, but since then, he hasn’t left the house to go anywhere. “Fufu, the young prince had granted me the blessings of being able to go home to see you,” is all he said. 

Blinking away from staring off into space again, you avert your gaze from the window. If you had the choice to do embroidery or exploring, you would choose the latter without giving it a second to think. Sadly, you don’t so to pass time, you were doing, you guessed it, embroidery. 

“My dear, why don’t we go on a walk?” Lilia spoke from beside you on the sofa. “Fine,” you nod. 

And so, you were now bundled up with a winter cloak that protected you from head to toe from the sheer cold brought from the north, walking side-by-side with Lilia in the garden. “It’s a good thing that those pesky flies have long gone bored of those tales,” Lilia said suddenly. “Who knows what they might do to you if they had gotten their hands on you.” He once again reminds you that you belonged here– in this home– with him. But you knew better than to believe those lies that he whispers o’ so sweetly. If you had been a bit younger when he met you, you would have believed him to a fault, but luckily you weren’t. 

So now, you were waiting for an opportunity to escape his clutches. Was it a mistake on his part for you to be roaming around? Perhaps. But you aren’t going to use this bit of freedom to sit idly by and be his trophy. 

Slowly, you’ve gathered things you thought you might need in order to leave and survive outside all without his knowing. You weren’t a child anymore, you knew that the world is not as magical as those written in books, but you also know that there are still good in the world. Though you had only had a few centuries to yourself before you had met Lilia, you were old enough to know things. 

“Little fairy, what seems to be occupying your mind, hm?” Lilia asks when he had noticed you were awfully quiet and not trying to pick a fight with him. In fact, you’ve been keeping to yourself a lot these past few days. “Nothing,” you answered snappingly. For appearance sake, you occasionally threw tantrums. “I don’t want to walk with you anymore.”

With a huff, you turned on your heels to return inside the manor. Lilia sighs defeatedly. He admires how you’re so relentless in being cold towards him. It was cute in a way. But a few centuries had passed and so you had grown (though not physically– you were as youthful as you were those years ago), yet not matured. You were still acting very much like a spoiled child. It was tiring the old fae. “I suppose this is my fault for giving her the world..” He mumbles, watching your back retreat inside. But, a smile soon after tugged at his lips lightly, “No matter.” If this is the price for keeping you caged, he does not mind. 

You’ll be his and his alone. 

—

The first day of spring was drawing nearer by the day. You could tell by the early spring flowers that were slowly sprouting in the garden as well as the mushy snow that were beginning to melt away It would be spring, you decided, to make your escape. And one night, when you believe that Lilia is fast asleep beside you, you quietly climb out of bed, carefully moving his arms on your hips and putting a pillow underneath it. 

Not wasting time as you feared for the sun rising soon, you walked out of your shared bedroom to a random door somewhere down the halls. It was so random that Lilia would not have bothered to look inside. But, just in case, you did hide your stuff inside a large vase of flowers in a far off corner of the room. 

There it was. Your satchel with everything you’ve managed to gather as well as light clothing– not those frilly, heavy clothes that he’d dress you up in– to change into and boots that you used to wear for horse riding. If you changed in the room, you were sure he would hear the ruckus you were making and wake up. 

To leave no trace of your escape route, you took your nightgown– it was thin enough to be small when folded– and put it inside your satchel. You took the kitchen window to escape, sure that the doors would have traps laid out for you should you dare try anything at night. He always had believed you were gullible but you let him think so anyway. Sure, he had the thinking of a long-time general, but he had not the mind of yours. He relied too much on his strength and magic whereas you were stripped of magic and lacked the other. He had nothing to fear since he is aware of his abilities to capture you, but because of that, he did not use his head too often.  

The kitchen window was a small fit, but you managed to fit through. 

Not looking back at the house, you covered your hair with your cloak. With the black colour of your cloak and the darkness of the night, you slipped away seamlessly. 

You were not going to stop walking until you made it outside the gates of the Valley of Thorns. No way. This entire kingdom was his domain where he had the most power and puppets to dispose of to search for you. It would also be easy to catch you here since you had an accent of a fae that’s not from the kingdom.  

Once you were outside, he could do nothing to chase after you since by morning, he would have to go back to the kingdom. Yes, you watched many seasons come and go knowing that one day, he’ll have to go back to his prince. You remembered once where you were sitting across Lilia and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, thinking that this prince was probably as no good as his guardian since it was him raising the prince. You pitied the boy since it was Lilia who was taking care of him. He would have been a great king if he was under someone else’s care. 

—

The sun was high above you when you were two villages away. You were a bit tired. You hadn’t stopped walking until you knew you were far, but it was nothing too draining for a fae such as yourself who had plenty of energy set aside due to not having anything to do. 

Soon, you were standing in front of the gates to– Rose Kingdom? Now, where had you heard of that name before? As if on cue, you suddenly recalled a fairytale that you read in Lilia’s library when you were younger and curious of the other places outside your little world. It was a story of a girl who fell into a hole where she met all sorts of strange creatures before meeting the Queen dressed in red. What was the story called again? Something Wanderland? Wonderland? It went along those lines, you shrug. 

This is one of the many kingdoms that humans built for people like them just as how the Valley of Thorns created theirs for faes like them. 

You looked around you, amazed at the lively and bright atmosphere. There were humans conversing with each other with smiles on their faces. They dressed differently than faes of the Valley, their colours more vibrant– or could it be just you? Everything seems much brighter here. Everywhere you went, every turn you turn, there were humans and not an ounce of violent tendency hinted at in them. 

Walking further inside the kingdom, you were too engrossed to notice that a little boy was running in your direction, unaware of you since it seemed as if he was running away smilingly, presumably playing a game with children his age. Small as he might be, he had caused you to fall on your bottom. 

“Ow..” The boy rubs his head, looking up at what he had run into and lets out a loud. “Oh! S-sorry! I didn’t see you, I’m sorry!” He had stood up and walk to be at your side with worries eyes. 

“It’s okay,” you said, dropping a hand down from your head. The racking had stopped and you were unharmed. 

The boy watches you before letting out another– this time, loud– gasp that draws attention to some people. “Your ears..!” Your eyes wandered to your ears and in an instant, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Your hood fell off and your ears were out on full display.  You shot up quickly and covered your ears with the hood, but it was too late. “You’re a fae!” He shrieks. At that, the crowded streets that were full of chatter stilled and all the people stared at you. There were looks of fear, panic, and outrage. 

“What..” You gulped. “What about them..?” 

“You’re a disgusting fae! You ruined us!” A burly man shouts. “N-no! I, I didn’t! I’m harmless, I promise–” “That’s what they all say! We had a peace treaty but your kind attacked us!”

“What are we waiting for? Capture that filthy creature!” Another shouts. 

“Let’s teach it a lesson!”

“Hang it!”

You begin to back up as they close in on you. You tried to look for a way out but there was a wall behind you and you didn’t have any magic to defend yourself, not that you have it in your heart to harm magicless, innocent humans even if you were a bit stronger in brute strength. 

“DIsgusting fae!” 

The man who hurled the first insult was at your back and hooked his arms under yours so you could do nothing but wait for the oncoming punches and kicks thrown to you. You lurch forward at the sudden impact of a fist to your stomach. 

They did not give you time to understand what happened to you before the man who held you pushed you harshly and with a kick to the middle of your back, you fell on the ground. Instinctively, you had shielded your head with your arms as they continued to stomp on you, probably hoping you’d die.

“Hurry up and let’s burn it at the stakes!” One of them shouted aloud and to which many others voiced their agreements. “This is what it gets for creatures like them who burned our old village!” 

You were hoisted up and dragged hershey by the arm. You have to escape, you think. You can’t be here.

With the strength of a fae, you managed to pry yourself from the clutches of these monsters and ran. Where? You did not know, but as long as you kept running, you will be safe from these people. 

It was only when you grew weary, did you stop to take a breather somewhere deep into the woods. By now, it was evening and probably time for supper. At just the thought of dinner, your stomach growled. If I was still in the manor.. You would have dinner served fresh and warm and won’t have a single thing to worry about hunger.

Luckily, you did pack bread and cookies for times like this. But, not right now. You had to preserve what little food you brought and continued walking. Just a bit more, you see warm hues of orange and yellow.. A light. 

You drew closer to it and saw that there was a small house deep in the woods. It looks warm.. You rested a hand on a tree, mesmerised at the alluring colours of the light.. And the smell of food? 

Before you could do anything, you heard a click behind you and then something cold pressed behind the back of your head. “You, who are you?” A man’s voice said from behind. “You better have a good reason to be lurking in the dark or I’ll blow your brains out.”

“I.. I’m lost..” you answered. “That’s what they all say,” the man said and pressed the item closer to your head. “I, I swear, sir.. I really am lost.” 

“Oh my sevens! Dan, what are you doing!?” A woman’s voice drew yours and the man– who’s probably the owner of that name. The woman hurriedly walked towards you two and assessed the situation and noticed your young features and panicked. “Goodness, Dan, you can’t just put a gun to someone’s head like this. This here is a child!” 

“I’m..” “Not right now,” she shoots the man a glare. “Sweetie, why are you here?” 

“I’m lost,” you repeated the same answer. And once again, your stomach growls. “Oh dear.. You must have been lost for quite a while..” The woman guesses, “Come inside; it’s getting dark and cold– I don’t want you wandering around after dark. There are things that love to play after dusk..” She says cryptically. You didn’t notice the darkness that loomed over her eyes for just a second. 

Inside, you were sat down at a dining table and the woman– who introduced herself as Lilith– prepared dinner for all three of you. Well, four if you counted the baby growing in her stomach. She had told you of the baby and you would have never guessed that she was pregnant if she hadn’t told you. 

She mostly leads the conversion with you while her husband mainly listens as he eats. “Where are you from?” She asks. “I’m from a faraway village..” you answered. If you were to tell her of the village of faes where you were born and raised, she might freak out too. At that thought, you subconsciously pull your hood to hide your ears. “Oh? Then what brought you all the way here?” She pushes about your motives. “I wanted to travel..” 

“Hmm, it’s quite dangerous around this time to travel,” she says with a concerned look on her face. “I heard from the people of the kingdom that a war might break out soon.. And if you’re travelling by foot, then you might run into some monsters. It’s dangerous for a child such as yourself.”

“It’s fine..” you say, not sounding reassuring. 

After dinner, Lilith had told you of the room that you’ll stay in. It wasn’t even comparable to that of the rooms in the manor– it was smaller than that of a servant’s room. Nonetheless, you were grateful. 

“Oh, but dear, don’t you want to remove that cloak of yours?” Lilith asks as she passes you something to change into for the night. Your body stiffened. “N, no.. It’s okay..” 

She eyed you concerningly but let it go. “Alright..” And so, you went your way and washed yourself up before sitting on the bed, drying your hair. There was bruising from the man who had gripped you earlier but you should heal in no time. 

It was peaceful here, you thought. These people don’t mind being so far out here, isolated by everything else. 

You imagined the warmth of your bed and how comfy it would be right now.. 

Before you could sulk anymore, you hear the sound of shoes clicking against the floorboards coming closer. “Is there, [Name], is there anything else–” The voice of Lilith drew closer and before you could even reach for your cloak, she had already opened the door. You felt your heart drop as the world stilled. The wide-eyed look that Lilith gave you could only mean one thing.. 

“Oh dear.. Where was I?” she asked, blinking a couple of times. “Sorry, I was just surprised by how pretty your hair is.. And those ears..” Her eyes trail to the side of your face. “You must be a fae.” 

You waited for her to shriek or become hateful and throw punches at you, but none of those came. “Anyway, I was wanted to know if you needed anything?” Surprised, you couldn’t utter a sound so you shook your head. With a nod, she smiled and was about to leave until you stopped her, “You’re.. You’re not going to hit me?” 

Once again, her eyes widened. “Goodness, no! Why would i?” she asks, her brows drawing closer to each other. “Because you’re a fae? Goodness, no.” She moves gracefully across the room to sit with you and hold your hands in hers. “I don’t care what you are– be it a human or a fae. To me, we are all equal.”

She strokes your hands with her thumbs. “Dan and I moved all the way out here to live in tranquillity because honestly, this war that’s about to break is all pointless and silly.. I don’t want my baby to grow up fearing and hating people.”

At the end of her words, the tears that were threatening to fall, broke loose. You cried for the first time that night and in a long time. She hugs you and soothes your back. Afterwards, you went to sleep soundly, grateful to know that not all creatures outside are evil. 

—

Later that night, your ears sharpened and yourself, alerted. You heard the sound of the wood underneath you creak. A bit more slow creaking sounded and now, your eyes shot open and in one swift motion you sat up and looked over your shoulder.  

There he was, Dan, his face illuminated by the moon’s light. In his hands was.. A gun. “W, what are you doing?” You stammered. “You’re a fae. He said, eyes holding onto anger. You stuttered to say anything.

“You’re a filthy fae!” He said, this time, louder. “Please, don’t shoot! Lilith would–”

“Oh? What about me?” Just at the door, Lilith stood leaning on the frame. You could feel your stomach churn and your head dizzy. “Lilith.. I thought you–” 

“I what? That you don't actually despise your kind, do you?” She laughed. “I thought you all were smart. I guess not.”

She walks to you, the moon showing her in all her glory. “Creatures like you are destructive, manipulative.. You used that silver tongue of yours to kill my father and my friends!” She grabs a handful of your hair, making you wince. “It was just Dan and I who survived that nightmare..” She pressed her forehead against yours and it was then that you noticed the malice that hid within them. Her eyes were hateful like Dan’s but held crazed. 

“No.. No, no please.. I didn’t, I didn’t do anything–” You were crying and pleading to them, on your knees on the bed and hands clenched into a prayer. You can’t just die right here just when you have finally.. Ran away from home. 

She held you like that before roughly pushing you back. She steps back before motioning towards Dan. “Go on. Shoot this creature.”

He was right..

Lilia was right all along about the outside world.. 

It’s honestly laughable how you were acting so coldly towards Lilia and held so much resentment when in truth, he really was just shielding you away from the truth of reality– that the reality will come and hurt you and be too much for you to handle. 

These people– these monsters, are what he was protecting you from and you thought of it as him being controlling. 

“Lilia..” You sobbed.

Just as you said his name, the window behind you– on the other side of the bed where Lilith and Dan stood– was smashed and the glass pieces fell onto the floor. “What the–”

“Kufufu. I’ve found you, my little fairy.” At the familiar sound of a chuckle, you whip your head to the side and just over your shoulders, Lilia stood in his full height with a dark glint in his eyes. “Lil.. Lilia..!” You stood up from the bed and went to hug him, burying your face into his chest. The sobs that you let out were incomparable to when you were pleading for mercy. 

“Shh, hush now, my dear,” he strokes your head lovingly as if there was no imminent danger. “You’re safe.”  

The click of a gun drew Lilia to stop his actions and let his eyes wander to the couple who were in the room with you. “You..!” Lilith shrieks, a look of horror and familiarity dawns on her face. “Oh? Do you know me?” Lilia blinks owlishly. 

“How dare you show yourself here, you murderer!” “Me? A murderer? Oh dear, you must clarify for me, for you see, I am getting quite old,” he says amusingly. 

“You–” “Ah-ah.. Not a step closer. One step and this house will go down,” he warns. Lilith looks towards her husband who got the memo. In one swift motion, he raises his shotgun once more and aims it towards the fae, pulling the trigger. But nothing. No fire was sounded nor cries of agony. 

“Kufufu, you must have forgotten that we faes possess great power. Your weapon has long been disarmed of any bullets.” The two look at the gun in disbelief. When? How? 

“My dear, have they harmed you in anyway?” He cups your face and makes you look up at him so he could check. You shook your head but he inspected anyway and found your face to be slightly bruised from the kicking your face dealt with earlier at the Kingdom of Roses. He frowns. “Then what is this? You can’t be suggesting to lie to me to save these humans who tried to kill you?” You shook your head, “This was.. From other humans.. At a nearby Kingdom..” Yes, you’re telling everything that has happened, finding a boost of confidence. Now that Lilia is here, he’ll surely do everything in his power to cast judgement for you. 

Lilia’s eyes narrow a bit and a frown casts upon his lips. He was upset, but he tries his best to act calm in your presence. I mean, he has just earned your good graces; there’s no way he’ll lash out and become a monster to you once more. 

He lets out a deep breath and returns to the current problem at hand. “Anyway, do pardon me and my little fairy here, but we have to be returning home now,” Lilia shrugs and lifts you up into his arms bridal style and coolly walks past the two and out of the house through the front door. 

When you two got to a safe distance, a snap throughout the forest like a droplet in the still water echoed and just as you were going to wonder, Lilia spoke in that velvety voice of his, “My dear, do not look. Come, wrap your arms around me and sleep.” Obeying his words for the first time in a long time, you relaxed in his arms, too tired to refute. But, you did hear something.. Like a crackling of wood in a fireplace and further drowned out by the flames, screams. Still, you did not look back as Lilia whisks you away. 

“I love you, Lilia.” With that, you bury your face into his chest and fall asleep. 

Unbeknownst to you, Lilia smiles wildly– crazily. In the far distance, the house burns. You did not look back, you did not ask questions, nor did you throw a tantrum and run away from him. “Once you’re truly awake, you’ll be at home and on your bed, not questioning the reality before you..” Lilia says when he has ascertained that you are in deep slumber. Not once had you questioned how he got to you.

In the distance, the once bright flames that roared as it burns the house disappear into the dark. The cries of anguish stopped and the two couples left their suit in dark matter. The house itself and the surrounding area turned into shadow-like particles and broke away from the scene. 

Lilia laughs maniacally before he finds himself again and calms down. He looks down at you, loving eyes tracing every part of your face with a smile that hid everything that just happened.

“I love you too, little fairy.”

~♡~ 

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║Chongyun║Tired

Male reader.

A bit N/SFW-ish.

Word count: 1.3k

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He was out, again, on a request from some rich heiress who has been having sleepless nights because of some ghost that hunts her house. The details didn't concern you and you couldn't care less about the heiress or her situation. In fact, you wish that she suffered from it, but you wouldn't say that out loud. Alright, to come clean, you were upset that she had to suddenly come and request for the best exorcist on the one day he was going to take a break since he didn't have any requests. You were deprived of love from him, so it was completely understandable.

"It's not fair.. He never spends time with me, and when we do have time, it's always at night-- when he comes home!" you shout in anger, poking the cake with your fork aggressively, Xingqiu watching fearfully and in silence, afraid to upset you any more than you already were. However, much to his already frightened state, you had to go and glare at him. "Hey, say something, you good-for-nothing bookworm!"

He flinches. "U, uh.. Well, we can do something to take your mind off of him for a while.. Until he comes back, of course," he suggests, sweat dropping frivolously and hands shaking slightly when he takes hold of his cup. He takes a sip, trying hard to maintain eye contact with you, hiding his quivering lips behind the cup.

Unfortunately and fortunately for him, it seemed that you were not up for the idea, but you didn't yell, sighing as you dip into your seat. Feeling relieved, Xingqiu sets his cup down, "Well, we can always hit the book--" You glared at him which made him shut up to further irritate you and remained silent. He honestly don't know how you and Chongyun managed to last as long as your relationship goes with you being the way you were.

Not wanting to stay any longer, he looks for an excuse, looking at his imaginary watch. "Oh, would you look at that.. It's my curfew now, so I best be off. See you tomorrow, (Y/N)." He stood up and hastily made his way to the door and turn to look at you over her shoulders. "Don't worry about the bill. This is my family's business, after all." With that, he left you where you were, not getting a chance to stop him.

You sighed, letting your mind wander around in the lonely table for a while until deciding to head home, guessing that Chongyun would be home anytime soon-- if he was to come home tonight, that is.

Unfortunately, he didn't come home and so, Xingqiu was stuck babysitting you until your boyfriend came home to deal with you. You were getting impatient, upset, but most of all, needy for his love.

So, when he came home at night, you were elated to see him home. However, that happiness-- although still there-- was replaces with concern for the bluenette. He looked exhausted. "Hey, you look tired," was the first thing you said when he stepped inside. "Oh, do I?" he asks, and as if on cue, he stumbles forward, his eyelids becoming unbearably heavy. Lucky for him, your fast reflexes caught him. You sighed and carried him in your arms, walking towards your shared bedroom, where you engulfed him in your warmth.

When the sun rose, hinting for a new day, Chongyun was still asleep in your arms. You, however, were wide awake and was lacing your fingers through his soft, blue hair and kissed his forehead. The reason you and Chongyun remained together was that you were very caring for the boy-- though Xingqiu wouldn't believe that, seeing as you had straight-up exploded at him for reasons he wasn't involved with.

Chongyun's eyelids fluttered open, revealing his beautiful set of eyes. "Good morning," you say softly. Being the smaller spoon, he looks up to meet your eyes. He smiles and greets your a good morning as well. You two remained in each other's embrace for a while, before Chongyun sighs, "I have more requests of me.." he confesses, but you held him closer. "Those can wait. Today, you are resting at home whether you like it or not," you say. Chongyun would fight, but he knew you too well to know that you would go extra measure such as tying him to the bed to makes sure he stayed put.

"I'll make breakfast and after that, we can cuddle, okay?" you suggest, to which he hums in agreement, liking the idea of spending time with you. You did just that-- getting up and making breakfast for the two of you. Afterwards, you two returned to the bedroom, just enjoying in each other's presence all day.

The positions kept on changing at the cuddle session that you were now the one who was laying on your beloved's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Hey, you don't need to go out every time someone requests for you, you know?" you say, breaking the comfortable silence.

"But I have to know.. How to control this congenital--" You cut him off, tired of him repeating the same thing. "I know, but you do know I'm here too, right?" you say. "We're not spending much time." The one thing you have ever wanted to come clean about, finally lifted something within you. You have always wanted to talk to him about it, but respected him too much to do so.

"I.. I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't think I.." Chongyun trails, feeling bad that he made you feel so lonely all this time. "It's fine. I will wait for you anyway," you said, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head closer to his chest, wanting the silence once more.

However, things started to turn away from that cute cuddle session when you move your hands underneath his shirt, rubbing his sides slowly. You confess, secretly of course, that while he was away, you have.. Done some shameful things with yourself. And now that he is back, it flared up even more, wanting more than just a hug from him. You also admit that you may or may not have planned the majority of today to lead it up to this point.

"Chongyun, don't you know how much I missed you?" you ask, feeling your lips tugging to a naughty smile as you trail your hands on his stomach. You looked up and see that his face was flaring red. "Well?" You moved closer to his face. "I, I, uhm.."

You smiled, showing eyes of hunger and leaned towards one of his ears. "I'll show you," you whispered huskily, your hands now trailing below his waist-- to his crotch.

He moans when your hands were pressing against his crotch, though not going past the thin clothing that blocks your hands from his private. "(Y- Y/N), we-- ngh..!" He stops when you stroked his thing beneath. "Do you want to know what I've been doing, Chongyun?" you ask. "All the naughty things I've been thinking about for when you come home?"

You see that his positive energy is emitting that will replace his soon-to-be gone cold exterior. "I'm sure you want to, no?" you ask again, smiling at the male. When he doesn't answer, you spoke again. "I need an answer, Chongyun."

He nods quickly. Your eyes narrowed and crashed your lips with his, soon slipping your tongue inside and fought for dominance-- to which you won. The kiss, your hand that soon slipped below his underpants, and the other feeling his sides and stomach-- it was all too much for the exorcist, moaning as he let you do whatever you want with him.

You pulled away from the kiss, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips. "Why don't you rest for a week?" you suggest, a smirk placing on your lips as your eyes grows darker, filled of lust. "I'll take care of it."

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