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@∆@ There are many requests of continuation for the Yan! Lilia x fae reader, but all have different descriptions.. I will be making different outcomes of the fic and if yours happen to collide with another, I will simply answer it in one of the asks. Thank you for enjoying the fic! It means so much to me to know that there are people who enjoy it that much.

hey! I’m a new follower but I really like your writing!

I couldn’t find your rules so I’m so sorry if this goes against them or if this makes you uncomfortable! :(

but if requests are still open…Can I request Lilia and or Malleus waking up from a terrifying nightmare of his human S/o dying in some way?

again if this is against your rules i’m sorry!

-Casey🐉

Lilia Vanrouge x reader / Malleus Draconia x reader (separate)

Reader: Gender-neutral/not mentioned.

Warning(s): Can’t think of any.

Word count: 1k

All rights reserved. Do not steal/copy and paste and upload it anywhere.

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Note: Hello! Thank you for following me! It’s an honour to have you, truly! ^^ Your request doesn’t go against my rules at all and is, in fact, a wonderful request.. I seem to need to fix the issue of requesters not finding the rules.. In the meantime, here is your request!

I’ve decided to do both since they are both my most favourite. 

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia has seen it all and saw nightmares through. He had seen countless of war start. He had seen numerous bloodshed, heard cries from both the innocent and the guilty– from women to children, the young to the elderly. And he can’t deny that he was a reaper of souls who took many of those lives. Even to this day, after centuries have passed, he is reminded of each victim through an echo of agonizing scream that rings in his ears. History books could never truly depict the terror in each and every living being on that battlefield and thus, he had to suffer the reminder in silence.

Pitiful as it sounded, he felt no remorse for those lives he had taken. Though he may have been reduced to merely a guardian and a father, a retainer and student, he was, in the end, the strongest weapon in his kingdom’s military. He was strong not just in power, but also will. His will to follow the ruler’s orders and see it through was much more than taking care of himself. He was like a shadow by the throne’s side, awaiting orders at any time with his piercing red eyes.

If you were too careless, you would have your head served on a platter before you knew it.

However.. This nightmare was one that even the strong fae couldn’t face.

It started off as just any other nightmare of his with him as the centre of his own show. There he was, bloodied sword in hand after gashing his enemies with it, still able to fight and had little scratches and cuts into his flesh.

He was alone when he walked through the burning village of innocent civilians and screams and cries rose into the air which he drowned out. Honestly, what was the point in all of this war? He grew tired of it as this war– which had been drawn out far longer than the others– and just wishes to take a rest in a clear, green field where mild wind blows.

Then, just barely straining his ears, he hears the footsteps of another that was covered by the screams. He is sure that it is neither one of his soldiers or the enemy’s for this footstep was light, seeming not to wear any heavy armour.

This footstep was drawing close and this unfortunate soul would soon regret turning the corner. He was there, sword already in hand with lifeless eyes staring at the cloaked figure when they turned.

Upon seeing him, the figure drew to a defensive mode, a wand of their own pointing at him and chanting out a spell. A mage from the enemy’s side? Why would one be out in the burning village? Just seeing the fire outside would already make one concur that anyone inside was already good as dead.

Nevertheless, he raises a sword and in a blink of an eye, he is in front of this cloaked figure, and in one swift motion, pierce his sword in another human, its magic spell fading away as quickly as it came.

The scene around him changed and to his surprise, it was a field of endless green with the wind blowing just right. His dreams would usually be just the void and his nightmares would be mainly his past so what was this? He looked around, completely in a daze.

The cloak figure– who was still with him and now on the ground– coughed blood. “L, Lilia..” Completely forgetting that they were there, his attention snapped back to them when they called him by name, caught off guard when they did.

But that voice.. It sounded awfully like– “L, Lilia.. It hurts.” The hood on this mysterious person slowly fell back when their head lay down and revealed piercing bright orbs looking at him through tears.

His heart sank when he realize who it was that he had so mercilessly stabbed. “[Name]..?” He dropped to the ground beside you and held your head up, heart beating frantically in his chest. “Lilia.. Why did you–” More blood was coughed out which just further scared the fae.

“Stop talking. I, I’ll heal you so just–” He raised a hand but stopped when his eyes met his reflection through the blood of his sword. If he were to remove it, you were sure to die but if he didn’t, you would also die. “Lilia, it’s okay,” you weakly said, voice barely audible. Your hand shakily reached for his free one and held it.

“[Name].. I, I didn’t–” Didn’t what? Didn’t mean to? Was he starting to become selfish now? After all the lives he has taken, he’s now feeling remorseful? Guilty?

“It’s okay.. I under–” Your hand that tried to reassure him covered your mouth, staining it in the process. You look at him tearfully with a smile. “I, I love you, Lilia.”

His eyes widened even more and held you closer to his chest. “[Name]! [Name]!! Wake up!” He shouts to your lifeless body, tears blurring his sight of your lifeless eyes.

And just like that, the fae shot up on his bed, tears trickling down his face and panting heavily. Recalling his dream, his cries broke into hiccups but remembered that it was just a dream. You weren’t there during his time in the military. You don’t even have an ounce of magic on you either!

But..

He couldn’t help but want to reassure himself that you were okay and.. You know, alive and breathing peacefully in your sleep. So he did just that– teleporting straight to Ramshackle and your room.

His eyes cut through the dark and was relieved to see you in your bed, asleep. He lets out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know that he was holding in. He walked over to your bed and sat down at the edge of it, hand pushing away strands of hair that covered your porcelain-like face.

A small, yet genuine smile formed his lips, eyes staring at you meaningfully. He wipes his face of any leftover tears and tucks your hair behind your ears. He moved his face closer to you and, with a loving smile, said, “My gift to you shall be happy dreams,” and placed a single kiss on your temple before disappearing from your room, not getting the chance to see the smile that adorned your face in your slumber state.

Malleus Draconia

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AHH!! He finally came home!! Happy birthday, Lilia! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ May you prosper in yet another year of your very long life.

I’m happy to have someone to share my own ideas with!

I’m a writer myself here…but having ideas and actually writing something of value are two very different things 💀

I have no one else to share my deep love of bat father with so this is very fun for me >:)

If you want I can give you my writing blog 👉👈

dms don’t work for me unfortunately as tumblr is fucky but I mean 😳

-Jonah🐉

OOH! You're a writer here? Ahh! You have such wonderful ideas so it really makes me so happy to know that you are able to share it in the form of writing.

It's okay if you think that your writing is bad.. Trust me! I've been there and still is. But writing for so many years, I can definitely see improvements.. My major tip to you to improve your writing is definitely just keep writing, but also analyze other people's writing style. You can experiment with style by trying to replicate another person's way of writing. It's really crazy to know that people have writing styles, huh? It's much like drawing. All those wonderful artists have a style of their own that makes them stand out.

And please! I would really love to have your writing blog. ☺️ Kikiki, I wanna read your thoughts more.

L, Lilia, what are you wearing? You're not the birthday boy. 0_o

https://travellingarmy.tumblr.com/post/676368551709458432/i-am-the-anon-of-yan-diasomnias-last-request

Can you make part 2 for the yandere lilia x weak female reader?

Hello! I forgot that this one was in the inbox, but here is your request: Lilia Vanrouge - Sweet and Naive / "Our" Happily Ever After ! Hope you enjoy. :)

I’ve thought about your “love me” fic with childe like idk, 10 times since I first read it... like, good lord. 🤝🤝

Haha, uh-oh, that doesn't sound good.. ^□^" Erase it from your memories and hope it never comes crawling into your head again. >○< But I guess that it's good that my stories are being remembered? Although an SFW work would have been better.. Ehe.

After coming back from a much needed break, I will be continuing to write. In preparation to releasing the next fiction, please read the following (you don’t have to as they can be read separately):

Lilia Vanrouge - Sweet and Naive (Yandere content. Fem! Reader)

Lilia Vanrouge - Sweet and Naive / Invisible Chains (Yandere Content. Fem! Reader)

Fun fact: our resident Diasomnia gramps is 700 years old! 🦇❤️ The origins of the first version of Sleeping Beauty is dated about 700 years ago and it went by a different name!

I wonder how old our beloved Queen of the Valley of Thorns is..

“Do you regret it now??”

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“Of course i regret it every day, to think that this wouldn’t have happend if i left you to die that day”

Omgg, anoooon! This actually told me so many things with only a few words than I could have ever hoped to express within my pages of words and I love it!! It makes me want to scrap all my stories, haha. ❤️