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omg I am IN LOVE with Mal's chapter QAQ ahhhhhhh it just makes me want to hug and sing to him, like I even found this song which I think is perfect for him In The Name Of Love (EQRIC & Noreal & Muffin Cover)

CW// Spoilers for Diasomnia chapter

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OMGG!! YESS! Wow, and you're giving me ideas too, anon! My mind is wandering around, thinking about him! >< Haha, it's making me kick my feet in the air and have me squeeling.

Like, I feel like the song especially hits when he said that the place would be good if the NRC students can finally live a life where they are the protagonist of the story. It's, like, him doing it out of love! Trust your life in Malleus! No more sadness! Only happiness! Come dip in the overblot with me and I'll lead you to your eternal paradise!

I seriously need someone to talk to about Malleus and the Diasomnia chapter so far.. It's SO hard for me to keep it all in..!! And I've been sobbing over the same thing (Malleus). I seriously love this chapter the most. TwT

CW//Twisted Wonderland Diasomnia Chapter spoilers!!

Malleus humming Once Upon a Dream..

Also, some people are speculating that Malleus' dreamt up all of Twisted Wonderland and when we actually wake up, we'll be back at the beginning of the game, before we even did Heartslabyul. 🥹💔 It's so.. It makes me cry.

Also.. Malleus extending Lilia's life? Is this hinting at something..?

OMG WE CAN FINALLY HAVE LILIA'S DIASOMNIA CLOTHES!! 😭💕

He's so pretty.. 🥹

OMG I GOT HIS NEW CARD!! 😭❤️

In one 10 roll too..!!

I didn't complete the event though so I didn't get his free card.. •-• I'm salty about that.

CW//Spoilers for Twisted Wonderland Diasomnia Chapter.

THE DIASOMNIA CHAPTER IS SO AHH!!

LILIA IS SO AHH!!

MALLEUS IS SO AHH!!

THE CHAPTER IS SO.. (TvT)

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But seriously, when Lilia screamed Malleus' name, that broke me. It was with so much emotion that you can tell that Lilia cares for Malleus very much.. And the fact he never screamed like that.. I'm gonna cry again please--

I hate the Ignihyde chapter because it requires characters that I don't use. 😭 I literally only ever roll for the Diasomnia boys but they're of absolute no use in Ignihyde..!! I'll never get to Diasomnia chapter at this rate. 😭😭

See if Lilia and I broke up I would simply kill him… if I can’t have him no one should

Oh. 0>0 Anon, your inner yandere is kinda seeping out, haha.. Hah.. ^^"

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Lilia should best run right now--

If Lilia broke up with me I'd probably go for the therapist. I need to assess what the fork is wrong with me, why do I gravitate unsustainable relationships with single grandads

Haha, so true, anon! Lilia is just too good of a forbidden fruit for us. ^v^

I will be eating up your twist fics especially the Lilia ones 😳

Haha, thank you~! I'm so happy that you like them! ^^ I'm a big Lilia simp so I'll definitely update more fics about him! I hope you'll enjoy those ones as well~

I tried the character ai thing where I could chat with a bot that pretended to be Lilia.. It was all sweet and wholesome at first but then he started to become a yandere. 💀 I didn't even do anything--

Is it possible to ask for a part 2 of that Riddle Roseheart x reader you made The Queen’s Favourite Rose? It was SO good!

║Riddle Rosehearts║ The Queen’s Favourite Rose 2

Reader: Female (tying to previous request)

Warning(s): None

You do not need to read part 1 to understand. Part 1 here.

This takes place during the Magift tournament. Slight changes to canon.

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

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“Maaan, this sucks..” Deuce grumbles. A small, dark cloud looms over his hunched posture that drags his body to keep walking. The sun was well high above everybody’s head and beaming at them with a bright glow when the Magift tournament had already been half-way through completion.

Right now, there was an intermission so anyone who needed to use the restroom or grab a bite, righrt now is the perfect time to do so. The next part of the games are the semifinals with Diasomnia taking the lead (and most likely the trophy for this season yet again, especially since the only worthy competition- Savanaclaw- is out of the picture).

“I always thought that he was a sore loser,” he says out loud, not caring if there were people eyeing him. “Still not married; they’re just engaged,” Yuu corrects and this makes Ace give a ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ stare with a raised brow. “Geez, what is he doing making her wait that long? If I was him, I'd be already married.”

“Ace, shh..! If Riddle heard you, he’ll off your head,” Yuu said, putting a finger over their mouth, creating the shushing gesture. “What, I only said what is obvious—“

“Ah!” Deuce- who was busy moping around by himself just moments before- suddenly shouts which made Ace also shout. “What the heck? What is it this time?” Deuce remained in an upright, uptight posture now with his back still facing his friends. Ace brows furrows and points at the bluenette. “You can’t just scare the crap outta me and not say anything, you know!”

Then, in a blink of a second, he was right up in the Ace’s face which startled him. “He isn’t married, right?” Deuce puts both hands on the ginger’s shoulders. “Yeeeah..?” He answers awkwardly and looks side to side to avoid direct eye contact.

Deuce’s face lights up and a wide grin appears on his face. “Do you know what that means!?” He shakes his friend roughly, making his head jerk back and forth and making him dizzy. “I still have a chance!”

This made Ace snapped back, eyes wide and looking at his friend as if he was crazy— well, he clearly is at this point. “Woah, woah, that’s where we stop right there! Do you wanna be a homewrecker!?” It was now his turn to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from shaking him. “What I said was a joke and he’s been betrothed to her for so long! Don’t do this man.”

The words he spew were honest and the cruellest truth that Deuce had ever heard, Deuce goes back to sulking and creating a gloom cloud once more. Ace clicks his tongue at the pitiful sight of someone who he considered a comrade. He was thinking of how much of a loser Deuce was being right now, After a prolonged stare at this sorry state of a man with a face all contorted, he walks up to him and kick him on his behind. “Stop sulking and c’mon— the games are ‘boutta start. I heard it’s Diasomnia and Piofiore going next. Heh, can’t wait to see how strong they are.”

Ace couldn’t deny that Riddle’s fiancée is a beauty but he isn’t going to ruin the happiness and safe haven for Riddle. After all, you were the few people to ever make him be able to relax and even let a laugh or two.

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“My rose, why don’t you take a rest? You must be tired..” Riddle’s hands were intertwined with yours and watches as you merrily bounced with each step you took beside him. “It’s alright, Riddle, I’m completely fine.

“And if I take a rest, then we’ll waste the day because of me.. I want you to have fun and all that and create memories with me since it’s not often we get to meet up,” was your answer to his proposal. Ever the caring one, that’s one of the many things he loves about you. If he was any younger (even just 2 years younger), he would be adamant to have you sit down while he makes you tea. But, it should have been much earlier than that for him to realize that you are very stubborn. Very. “Mn. If that is your wish, my rose, but please tell me whenever you feel tired.”

A small force tugs at the corner of his lips upwards. “So, what do you wish to do?” He tilts his head to the side all the while looking at your side profile. When you both were younger, he would always avoid looking at you like this, too embarrassed whenever he catches himself staring and then you, who merely smiles at him. He also quite believed that he would be shamed for looking at you the way he did.

However, that is not the case anymore and anyone staring can just be envious of how lucky he is. He will happily tell the world how much he adores you if he could so this public display of affection was nothing worth being embarrassed about. He 100% believes that no love is purer than a man treasuring the love of his life and treating her with so much care; this was love at its prime. He loves you and that’s a fact.

“I do want to try some of the games they’ve put up!” You answer eagerly. You have been eyeing at the stalls while you were heading to the coliseum and you find that each stalls were eye-catching in its own way. The school has really pulled all strings to make this year a good one.

“If that is what you wish for, my rose.” Riddle agrees and walks up to a game stall that he had been eyeing the moment you said that you wanted to try the games.

“Just one round, kind sir,” Riddle tells the man behind the stall and places the right amount of madol on the counter. In front of him was a toy gun that could still shoot, though not actual bullets— just some corks that were shaped to be like one. He turns his body to face you, “Which prize do you want, my love?”

You were carefully eyeing the prizes that were hanging on the wall behind the stall keeper until your eyes landed on a big plush (not overly humongous that would be impossible to carry, just a 20cm plush that’s huggable). It was a pink fox that had a white sakura flower on its forehead, situated perfectly between the eyes. The eyes were shut and looked like it was sleeping.

“Hoho, you want the grand prize, do you?” The stall keep looks from the plush to Riddle. “You can get the grand prize by simply hitting the bullseye 3 times,” he said, giving Riddle the loaded gun of exactly 3 bullets. “Of course, if you lose, you can try again but your progress resets.”

One thing that all these game stalls had in common was that they were all rigged someway or another. Riddle knew this, but he was confident that he would win. This is a game with precision, after all. “The gun is imbued with a spell that will deactivate the holder’s magic,” the man adds.

“Very well then, that is quite alright.” Riddle holds the shotgun-like toy. It had no sight which would prove to be challenging to many.

At first glance, Riddle appears to be a delicate boy who is frail in body and weak in physical strength. For the most part, that is true, but he has his wits to cover where he can not achieve. He puts his theory into practice rather than going into things blindly.

He brought the gun close to his face and closed one eye to better his aim. The world around him suddenly felt still as he drowns out the noise with him standing in the middle on a platform of water. He was the single drop of water that would make the water ripple. He is the first cause.

Inhaling a sharp breath, he pulls the trigger and then again and then one more for the last time. All three made a small ‘pop’ sound as he hit all bullseye of the three targets.

The machine sounded, bringing attention that there is a winner at the stall. The stall keeper was shocked— his mouth hung well close to the ground and his eyes unnervingly large.

You were amazed as well, too speechless to say anything at first. “Oh wow, Riddle! I didn’t know you were so good at guns!” You exclaim with a smile on your face after the period of surprise has passed. Your eyes followed his movements as he accepted the desired plush from the man.

Riddle approaches you with the fox, all red in the face out what you assumed to be out of self awareness. “Ah.. N-no, I’m not.. It’s because of the times I had to cast my unique magic..” He corrects, eyes wandering to something on the ground to the side. He gently pushes the fox forward to you which you happily took and hug.

“Still, you looked very handsome just now!” You giggled, bringing the plush closer to you. He chuckles and a soft pink tints his face when he takes his hand to hold yours.

It was all for you, he wanted to say, but he thought it to be too shallow; he wanted to express his love for you, to convey what his heart desires. He wanted to impress you and prove to you that he is someone capable and reliable so should you need anything, you can always come to him. He hopefully wants you to think that he would be worthy of a husband for you. He believes that he is not yet worthy of the receiving end of your affection, but he is grateful that he is and no one else.

“What shall we do next, my rose?”

~♡~

Since many are asking for a second part to Opposites of the War, I will write it. But, I would like to ask a question: what do you want to expect in the read? :) I'll do my best to fulfill them.

are u going to do a part 2 for ur newest lilia post?

Hm.. I might, but I need it to be a wish (request) for me to actually work on it.

I am lazy, truth be told, so if nothing is making me work for it, I hold off on it.

Oh, hello! this is my first time requesting anything- but i’d like to see Lilia Vanrouge x Reader (set in the past) but, Reader is on the opposite side of the war and finds him badly injured And takes care of him.

║Lilia Vanrouge║ Opposites of the War

Reader: No pronouns or description used. Gender neutral.

Warning(s): None

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No one could imagine what it was like to be caught in between the human-fae war. It was a time of bloodshed. Cries from both elderly and children alike who weren’t spared from death. Many lives were lost and many villages crumbled down that only inhabited ruins would remain today.

“Sir Vanrouge!” A young fae called out towards a slightly taller male from the distance, his voice sounding urgent and panting by the sounds of it. In the distance, the man whom the fae called halts at the name. He was dressed in nothing but a black battle dress head to toe, a colour that came from and praised from the night skies that also matches the colour of his hair. It is also adorned in silver shoulder plates, a few chains that- for the most part- held his uniform and the cape that drapes over his back and of course, badges. Hard earned badges he had been rewarded from the amount of lives he’s taken and overall contribution he had partaken in.

The taller fae remained at a standstill, but it was still very clear that he was listening. The younger one stuttered the first word and had to take a moment to gulp down the nervousness that built up in his voice as well as straighten himself to be a more proper soldier. It was only to be expected. The fae before him had an overwhelming aura. Be it newcomers or long time soldiers of the same ranking as the dark fae, they would all tremble under the presence of his. This was a charm only the Lilia Vanrouge could have and no one else.

“Sir, the Queen would like to speak with you in the throne room..” He says. Despite the moment he had taken to breathe, his voice became softer towards the end.

There was silence once he finished speaking and he became nervous once more, thinking that he had upset the fae. “S-sir..? I-it’s an urgent— Eep!” The older fae turned his head over his shoulders and when he did, the young fae was spooked to be met with two, crimson eyes that glowed faintly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir!” Whatever courage the young fae had for war were all spent upon realizing that the fae was approaching him. He closes his eyes and stood still as a statue with his hands glued to his sides. He’s done for. He has upsetted a high-ranked official. He’ll surely—

A pale hand placed itself on his shoulders which made him flinch. He gulps back a lump and awaits for his impending death.

“General.”

Huh? He looks to his right to face the tall fae, a perplexed look evident on his face. The fae stares back with those alluring eyes and repeats himself but with more detail, “Address me as General.”

“O-oh, yes, Si— Uhm, General..” Satisfied, the general continues his walk to meet the Queen. The clacking of heels on the marble floor was all that could be heard before it stopped momentarily when large, creaking doors opened and then resuming, fading as soon as the doors closed.

“Your Majesty.” Lilia kneeled down on one knee and his right hand was closed into a fist over his heart while the other was fist closed on the ground. “Vanrouge.”

In front of him, the Queen of the Valley sits upon a throne adorned in thorns. If one trembles before the general, then they couldn’t even dare to even dream of being in the same room as the Queen if she ever permits an audience with her, that is. A great magician such as herself requires no more than one strong soldier such as Lilia and thus, would relay her wishes through him and him alone.

“I take it that your troops will be the one to lead the fight tomorrow?” She begins, her voice echoes in the huge room that was basically empty aside for the throne and a few, small items. “Yes, your majesty.”

“Very well. Then, you must take precaution as it seems that a few high-ranked sorcerers are amongst them,” she says and motions towards her familiar— a raven. “They appear to be doing their due diligence to hide them from our informants.”

“Your majesty, are you perhaps concerned for my wellbeing?” He asks, looking up to meet the eyes of the mother of all dark faes. Her face remained stoic and her eyes glowed a vibrant emerald green. “That, I am. I can’t have you dying.”

“Then set aside your worries, your majesty. It brings me shame that I have been held at such a high regard by you, yet is treated with pitiful thoughts,” Lilia confesses. “This can not do as I am merely a servant.”

The Queen remains silent and studies his face. His eyes, the colour of blood.. It almost seemed too perfect to the Queen. A weapon for war, a harbinger of death.. Born within her kingdom at the perfect time.

“.. Forgive my imprudence,” she says, her head still held high with the pride of a monarch. “I believe there is a mistake, your majesty. It is I who should ask for forgiveness for I seem to be lacking somewhere to have you worry. I will correct it.”

Knowing how the general will continue lowering himself, she heaves a sigh of defeat and even closes her eyes for a moment. “Very well.. I will await news once you return. You may leave.”

The door to the throne room opens once more and the sound of heels echoes down the hall once again.

Lilia Vanrouge, the Queen’s right hand man, is a terrifying creature.

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“There is at least one, capable human sorcerer among them.. Their locations are unknown and they could very well be capable of teleportation.” Around Lilia, soldiers gather and listen in silence to the general’s words. “General, they are merehuman, aren’t they? Why do we need to be concerned?” One fae raises a hand and speaks, drawing the attention of both his comrades and the general.

This one is new, that much is evident by how cocky he presents himself. This, however, was quickly received with the most frightening glare from Lilia. “Eep!” The soldier was immediately humbled down, scared for his life. But, it wasn’t just them, those who saw his face also flinched and avoided looking at him.

There were only two facial expressions the fae would make; one being his usual, blank look and the second one was what this cocky fae received. It is clear that most opts to have the expressionless general.

“You seem rather new..” Lilia says calculatingly and in an eerily calm tone that was a stark difference to his face just a few seconds ago. “You must not have experience on the field or what these men have seen.

“If it were simply mere humans, why do you think that many of our men fell?” He repeats words from the young soldier in a sarcastic tone. The soldier bit the bottom of his lips, embarrassed and scared. “S-sorry, General Vanrouge..”

Lilia resumes talking about strategies and ways to counter attacks from the opposing team and as soon as the sun reached high above in the sky, both made their moves.

Who would have thought that things would go south for the General..

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Hours went by and soon, his army of hundreds were stretched far and wide, being lured away with war. He is very much capable by himself so he ordered that if things should go as unplanned, that they were to leave him.

However, this would be critical when he finds himself facing off six human sorcerers whose faces were shadowed by their cloak. How clever, he thinks. He could tell that this was planned from the very beginning; to stretch his army thin and to take the head of their commander first. They did not care whether other of their soldiers died for they saw his head as a good reward for it.

Humans can be such a two-faced creature.. Boosting morale of their men without telling the real reason for the plan. He presumes that it was the doing of those higher than them.

Out of the six, only 3 seem to be high-ranked magic users. No worries, he’ll just take care of these—

“Guhk—!” He let his guard down and realized that there was one more hiding somewhere who made sure to mask their presence. He stumbles forward but still held his ground. “The General got hit!” One of them shouts and now before him, reveals six more other sorcerers including the one earlier.

These ones were weaker and used the bloodlust of the stronger ones to hide theirs, initially hiding from Lilia.

“Bind!” One of the three stronger ones, casts a spell and chains sprouts front the ground and binds his ankles to the soils.

He tilts his head to the ever darkening sky and slowly closes his eyes. Your majesty, do forgive me for overlooking your concerns.

“It’s over for you, monster!” One charges at him with a longsword with the intent to cleanly detach his head from his body.

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Trekking through the now dark forest in silence, Lilia was obviously injured. Those humans were truly something. He was badly wounded with a hand over his stomach and was exhausted.

I must return to the camp..

But how could he at this rate when he is limping and his magic spent? He dares not try to push himself further in fear of an overblot. It’s alright. He has given orders to the lieutenant on what to do and practically lead the army in his absence.

That being said.. A rest wouldn’t hurt, right?

After looking at his surroundings to make sure there was no one in sight, he sits and leans against a tree. He only needs half a day— no, less than that— to be able to heal a bit of himself. However, the blow to his right shoulder by a spear— from the first ambusher— is bleeding a lot.

Whatever.. He’ll fix— Crack.

His eyebrows perks up and his ears sharpened. There was someone here. But where?

That was soon answered when he felt a slight tremble on the Earth’s surface. This thing.. It must have been at least ten feet. Could it be a giant? What would it be doing in this territory? Perhaps a monster has wandered in.. That’s no good.

Cautiously, he stands up and looks around. Thankfully, his kind allowed him to see better in the dark by ten folds than that of a human’s. He walks towards the booming sound and as soon as he was merely metres away, his eyes widen in disbelief and surprise. In front of him was—

“Alrighty!”

A voice could be heard just a few steps away and in the distance, he sees a house.. Walking. This wasn’t a sight he got to see everyday.. Nor had he seen such a thing in his entire life for that matter.

“Slow it down, you buffoon!” The same voice shouts from inside the house. “Okay, just stop. Stop, stop, stop!”

On command, the house lowers itself to the ground with the legs being tucked away underneath just as a cat would when it’s getting comfortable.

He watches on in silence as a short figure exits through the front door of the house. “Waah! Finally, a breath of fresh air!” The person stretches their arms above their head and bends backwards slightly.

This person.. What are they doing here? Wait.. Upon closer inspection, he could very well see that they were not a fae. In fact, they had human ears and their aura alone could verify that.

His jaw clenches at the dreaded thought of confronting yet another enemy. He must erase them or—

“Hm?” Before he could realize that he wasn’t even hiding, the human is now staring at him with curiosity in their eyes. “Hey, what are you doing out there?” They shout from their house. The light from the house emits a warm glow that faintly traces their outline.

“Why don’t you come here? It’s scary when it’s dark, you know?” They cup a hand over their mouth and wave the other, signaling for him to come. However, instead of doing just that, Lilia thinks it’s wise to just spare them for now and flee the field so he turns back around.

This does not slip past them as footsteps hurried to catch up to him. “Hey, hey! What are you doing?” They say and reach out to grab ahold of his shoulder, his bloodied shoulder. “You’re welcome in my house. And I promise I won't bite— oh!”

Lilia roughly shoves them out of instinct from the pain upon contact. He watches as realization hits them— that their hands are covered in blood. “Oh dear..! This is a call for concern..” Their brows furrow at the sight. They remain like that for a while then looks at him with focused eyes. “Please, come inside and let me treat you.”

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“It’s not the strongest magic.. But this is my unique magic.” Before Lilia could realize, he was now sitting on a bed and being tended to. At first, he didn’t understand why he obeyed, but upon confession, it all made sense. “It can make people obey me, but it’s only limited to coming inside the house and— oh! I probably shouldn’t be telling you that, am I?” They laugh but that quickly dies down as he was not indulging in conversation.

They sat on a wooden stool that faces him and diligently wraps his right arm that connects to the first wound. Their eyelashes were long and from his perspective, it looked very alluring how it hides bits of their eyes.

“Ah! I haven’t introduced myself, have I?” They stop their movements and look at him with a beaming smile. “I’m [Name].”

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You introduce yourself and hope that he, too, would do the same. But, he remains unfocused as something else brought his mind somewhere else. “Uhm.. Could I get your name?” You ask, careful of your words. This brought his attention back to you. A name exchange between two people on opposite sides of the war? Now that was something dangerous.

“Do you not know who I am?” Were the words he answered with, his crimson eyes boring into you. “U-Uhm.. Sorry, I don’t believe I do..” You sweatdrop. Was this guy important? You lived in isolation majority of the time and travel a lot so you couldn’t sit down and read the recent newspaper.

At the lack of an answer, he sighs and closes his eyes and rephrased his words, “Do you know what I am?” This made you actually look at him carefully. He is dressed— well, was, since you asked him to remove his clothing earlier— in all black and adorned in silver and badges. “Are you a soldier?” You ask.

He squinted his eyes and raised a brow. Were you this.. Oblivious? “I see you are not afraid of faes,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. This time, you look at his ears since those were a very obvious trait for a fae. “O-oh.. I guess you are..” However, you still remain dumb to the situation and wonder where this is going.

“Well anyway, let me go get more bandages and after that, I’ll cook you something to eat.” You stood up from your seat and mumbled to yourself that was still very audible, “I didn’t think that your wounds would run all over..

“I’m sorry that I can’t heal you faster and properly.. I don’t often use magic..”

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As promised, after you bandaged him up, you gave him food. He thought that would be it and he would be forced outside, but you surprised him by insisting he stays inside until he was well. Otherwise, you would just follow him.

Based on your appearance and behaviour, you were a normal civilian and had not a clue about the war that surrounded you. He rather not bring an innocent into this matter so he couldn’t have you following him into war. This was fine with him since he needed to rest and your house a perfect resting stop.

However, it was very much out in the open.. What if someone were to come? Be it fae or human, it would not end well.

He believes that he has gained a bit of his strength back so he sets up a barrier. It wasn’t so strong that it’ll prevent anyone from getting in if they so wish it— it just alters an outsider’s thoughts and makes them turn around. They also can’t see the house until they’re inside.

“You can sleep here.” You motioned to the recently changed sheets that he previously sat on and then moved towards a closet to take out a blanket. “I’ll go sleep on the couch and no refusing; you are my guest and an injured one at that.”

You gave him one last smile over your shoulder and prepared to turn the knob but he stops you, “Are you really unaware of the war?” He was vague unless you were informed of the current news. This peaks your interest and you turn your body to properly face him. “The war?”

“One with your kind and mine,” he answers and crosses his arms. You were now very much confused and it was clear to him as well with how your face warps to that of hard pondering. “Wasn’t that over seven years ago?”

He shook his head. “Your kind had taken advantage of the peace to attack the kingdom.” You bit your bottom lip and look down. You weren’t aware, but you were hugging the folded blanket a little too tightly.

“You really know nothing?” He asks once more. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh that you didn’t know you had been holding in and carefully put your thoughts into words, “I do not care what is happening.

“I am merely a travelling merchant but because of that, I rarely receive news.” You opened your eyes after speaking and smiled. “Frankly, I find that war is pointless and that it unnecessarily costs hundreds of lives.”

To you, you were just voicing your honest thoughts but to Lilia, it cause something in him to stir. He didn’t think that there was a human out there that had thought the things you do.

“A-anyway, I should let you rest..” Once again, you turn to open the door.

“Lilia..” Your ears barely heard it yet you glanced at him. “My name is Lilia Vanrouge.” This made you smile and turn to face him again.

“Nice to meet you, Lilia Vanrouge.”

~♡~

Should I make a part 2?

Belated Happy Birthday! I hope your year ahead will be filled with new opportunities and blessings!

Hey! I remember you. :} Thank you so much for the blessings— I really appreciate it. <3

I have a surprise, belated birthday party today. <3

hi! can you pls do a lilia vanrouge x female!reader pls? where lilia breaks up with reader and reader moves on and gets with another character(it can be any character of ur choice) thank u!!! <3

Sorry for the long wait! You're request is here! (I once again forgot to post the fic with the request).

And also, I am sorry, anon, that I could not make it evident that it is intended for a female audience. I could not find a place to make it obvious. It is, nevertheless, intended for female audience. 

║Lilia Vanrouge║ I Can’t Love You for an Eternity

Reader: No pronouns or description used. Gender neutral. 

Warning(s): None

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Who would believe that this short fae with a frail-looking body and a doll-like face is the terrifying general that history books speaks of? It was hard to imagine just by that alone, but seeing him become putty in your hands? No one would have even brush the surface of that topic.

So here he was, the Lilia Vanrouge whose name alone would have made history quiver in fear, submitting himself to your love, answering to your beck and call whenever. 

“My dear, would you care to accompany this old fae for a stroll in the botanical garden?” He looks on in expectancy with that smile you love so much. That smile that would make you go against the heavens should they take it away. So with that said, you nod without needing a moment to think. 

The school’s garden was really breathtaking and the flora grown in them were nothing like what you’ve seen back home. You enjoy these walks with Lilia because you’d have the opportunity to take a break from your work and simply relax with him and admire the flowers. 

“My dear, I don’t suppose you know what this flower is?” Lilia points to a flower that has a deep shade of red whose petals look like it is made out of crystals. The light was bouncing off of it and revealed beautiful rainbow colours hidden within them. 

To no one’s surprise, you shook your head. “Kufufu, then it would be my pleasure to tell you that it is poisonous for humans,” he muses and takes a mischievous glance at you. You sweatdrop. Who knew that a pretty flower could be so dangerous? “But do not worry, it is only if you hold it for long periods of time and handle it without care.

“I do believe that the students of Pomfiore quite prefer using this since its petals offer both medicinal properties from the stems and poisonous traits from its petals that becomes more potent when its crushed,” he says with the knowledge of an ancient. “It’s quite the deadly flower for they are a backstabbing bunch. They prefer to watch the slow process of death and for a long time, households could not find an answer as to why their family is dying one by one, kufufu.” A closed fist covers his smile as he laughs. Without even knowing it yourself, you couldn’t contain a smile of your own. Yes, with him, it was like a never ending dream. Everything he told you would make you smile, even the weird things he would say. It could just be because spending time with him was everything you could ever ask for. 

You hope that it will be like this for eternity.

— 

“Let’s breakup.”

You could hear a pen drop somewhere further down the halls in one of the classrooms as you felt your heart drop. That was how silent it was in the room. 

When the words finally finish processing inside your head, your eyes became frantic as it enlarges. So many questions pops up into your head but you couldn’t even find it in you to voice them orderly when all you want right now is him, “.. Why?” Your mouth hunts ajar when a single tear slips down your cheek. 

Lilia bit the inside of his cheek yet his face remain unreadable to you, a shadow casting over his eyes that made him look heartless and cold. In fact he turns his face to the side so you couldn’t read his face at all. He was not the Lilia you were so familiar with. “Why, why, why?” You sobbed, “I-is it something about me that you don’t like? Am I too loud? Too quiet?

“Is it because I don’t know many things about this world? I-I’ll study hard so I can k-keep up a conversation with you..! I’ll change, please!” You push yourself to his chest and curled your fists into his uniform, crumpling it and ruining his prestige image of an NRC student. “Please, I’ll do anything you ask! Ju-just don’t leave me..” 

You stare pleadingly at him. One tear turned to two and two to three and so on. His jaws tightened and he couldn’t help but turn slightly to look at you. However, this only made him flinch and turn away. He couldn’t stand tears. His nose crinkles and his brows furrowed all the while he keeps his mouth shut. 

For just a moment, you saw how much he was in pain so why was he doing this to himself? To you? “Please, you have to talk to me..” Your head hangs low, still gripping onto his shirt tightly, afraid that he will walk away and leave you if you let go or relax just a bit. 

You hear him let out a shaky breath and hold onto both of your wrist, but just for a short second until he forces you to detach yourself from him so seamlessly. Your eyes widened but now, you could properly see his eyes. It was dull and looked like it belonged to a heartless murderer out on the field. What scared you most about it was that it was a fitting look on him. It was as if he had this on for a long time that it became natural. Moreover, it hides so many thoughts and mixed feelings from you such as the pain he feels just by doing this. You were unable to decipher any of it. 

“There is nothing wrong with you so please do not degrade yourself..” He says coldly and smoothies out his uniform. “So why..?” Your voice croaks. He goes back to staring at the ground beside you but still answers, “I simply cannot love you for an eternity.”

—

So that was that, one supposes. It took some time for you to get out of bed each day and talk to your friends as if nothing was wrong, but humans are fickle creatures whose hearts can easily be molded and find it in them to open them to others once more. Over time, you healed. To be more accurate, you put your heart together again, but once broken will always be broken. There were cracks that would obviously never heal. 

This was good. After all, he hated the way you look during those days where you looked hopeless, when the eyes the held a promise to the world looked so lifeless. 

Two orbs with deep shades of red- that one can say to be crimson- watches a certain someone from the shadows. It watches as they approach a taller male. 

There was some inaudible chatter as words were being passed along. Then there it was, a laugh. It was a laughter that it was most familiar with. The sound of a past history that it wishes to relive again but knows that it shouldn’t dream of such a thing. The laughter from someone who it cannot hold in its arms any longer. 

“[Name], do you want to walk in the garden with me?” Ah. Just the mention of your name already has this old fae’s heart beating rapidly, but it was a name he can no longer say so lovingly. The male with you has a deep and velvety tone that could just possibly woo anyone. His smile can be considered charming in its own way. 

He wears the uniform of Octavinelle, the fae ponders from behind a tree. “I believe that this is the twin named Jade..” He mumbles, cross examining the description that matches the correct Leech twin. 

He sees your head slightly nods. Could it be that you are hesitant to go into the garden? He found it hard to go in there himself as well. It does bring melancholic memories.

Jade offers a hand to which you take and allow yourself to be swept away. 

This is fine, Lilia thinks. Jade, he knows- despite the rumours about the eels- is dependable and honest. He is protective when it comes to his loved ones, especially his brother whom he does his best to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble. He is organized and a good influence. What’s more, he has a lifespan similar to that of a human.

“Do you know what this flower is, [Name]?” Jade points towards a flower whose colour was a deep blue; a royal blue. “It has a pleasant smell that is used in perfumes or tea to have a fragrant smell.

“More importantly..” Jade plucks the flower from its soil carefully and faces you properly. “It symbolizes deep admiration.”

This is fine.. This is good. 

You can finally have that wish you’ve had where you can grow old with somebody you love fulfilled. A wish that is shared by many humans. 

—

A nightmare.

In the midst of the ever peaceful night, the old fae was rudely awoken by a nightmare. Even as he gulped down a hefty amount of water in the Diasomnia kitchen to calm his nerves, he couldn’t stop the shaky breath that his lips slips out as he recalls that dream. 

This dream, that dream.. He’s been having the same nightmare. Death. Death. Death. Death.

It’s inevitable, he knows that. He should know that very well. But when it’s about you.. 

“Father?” 

A familiar voice that was evident that it is still going through adolescence drew his attention behind him. The light of the moon could faintly trace the outline of his son standing by the entryway to the kitchen. “Silver..” He takes a deep breath in and straightens his posture to properly greet him. 

“What are you doing up so late?” He lets out a quivering breath. “You do know that it’s wrong to stay up late since it will take a toll on your body. 

“This can’t do since you need an able body to protect Malleus.” His eyes pierces through the dim room and takes in the worried face that was on his son’s face.

“I woke up when I heard your door open and close,” Silver answers honestly. “Ah, then my apologies.. You must be tired so why don’t you go to back to bed?” 

“I’m worried about you, father..” He confesses and walks closer so he could take a proper look at the way his face contorts in pain, totally disregarding the words his father said. 

Lilia stares back at him with owlish eyes, the expressions he had earlier was nowhere to be seen. It was as if it wasn’t there at all. This should be something to be praised— how easy he can change his expressions to one that enemies would have a hard time reading— but it wasn’t. Not to the worries of Silver especially who awoke each night at the sound of a door open and closed, knowing that it was Lilia who came out. 

“I think you should talk to [Name] about this..” He voices once he finds the right words and way to put his thoughts to light. “I do not know the suffering’s extent from this nightmare is, but talking it out might help.” 

“Silver.” Lilia’s voice was stern as he looked at him with a serious look. Seriousness was hard to tie in with the current Lilia but Silver knows full well that he had reverted back to his general days at this moment. 

The silver-haired boy gulps the lump in his throat and knows it was time to stop the chatter. “I’ll go to bed now.. Have a good rest, father,” with that, the young boy returns to his room with a faint click on his door, confirming that he has gone inside. 

Death was not merely an acquaintance with the fae. He has seen lives taken away from the innocent and he took some himself. Even now, he is expecting that another life will slip through his fingers, knowing that Silver is human. However, when it came to you, it was hard. 

In his long years, he had never had someone give him this fluttering feeling inside his chest. It was as if a thirsty flower being watered for the first time in so long suddenly blossom in glee. You make him feel like that. 

However, a flower can’t have the same gardener for so long as they will perish while it is at a standstill and the only thing it could do is watch the world around them change. 

I’m sorry I can’t grow old with you, my dear.. 

It is the first time he is feeling like this and so he’s confused— afraid. He is afraid. He is scared that if he loves you too much, he’ll be the one to turn the heavens upside down— tear it apart— should it be your time to part from the realm of the living. 

But.. Maybe that was too late.  

—

Watching over your sleeping figure, Lilia couldn’t help but think all these sorry thoughts. Thoughts of how he is a coward and a bad fae who could not grant you one, beautiful wish of wanting to grow old with him. 

“I have failed you, my dear,” he whispers and caresses your face softly and carefully as if you were made of crystals. “I am the one to hurt you and make you shed tears, yet it is I who feels regret for allowing it to end the way it did..” 

A tear. A single tear escapes through your shut lids, but you had this bittersweet smile. Could you have been dreaming of him? Are you dreaming— replaying— the sweet times that you two once shared? 

Even now, when he is no longer a general, it was hard for Lilia to cry. But this heart of his cries. Cries out for your love that it knows is forbidden to it. 

“Oh look, I seem to have made you cry even in the land of dreams where it should be happy..” He smiles bitterly. His hand halts its actions and then a faint glow emits from his palms. 

“I, Lilia Vanrouge, present you the gift of love.. May you find it in your heart to love as big as you once did and hopefully find that very same love in whom you wish to spend the rest of eternity with..” After he said those words, the light gradually dims until it was dark in the room once more, save for the light of the moon. 

It is only after seeing your face relax, did he part ways with you. “May you also never shed tears again and have beautiful dreams.” 

He turns on his heels so that his back faces you. It was close to morning dawn and he had to retire back to his dorm to freshen up. This would be the last time he visits, he says a silent promise to himself, though it was half convincing. After all, you had found that someone and thus have no need for him anymore. 

Before he leaves your room, he takes one more look at you and under his breath, he speaks with an aching heart, “Please forget how this unworthy old fae has taken your love for granted..” 

~♡~

If Lilia broke up with you, who would you go for next? (Cannot be Diasomnia)

Sweet and Naive definitely became my favorite series, thank you very much for your writing💗✨

I'm really happy to know that, anon! ^^ It's such an honour for me to receive a compliment from you. :} ❤️

Still the 18th here so I'm going out to buy a small cake for Malleus' birthday. <3

The past reapeat itself

You are exactly right, anon. All that anyone can do is change their outlook on life and strive for the better future out of the many possibilities.

Let us pray that that will be the last request of Lilia's Sweet and Naive series.. I love Lilia with all my heart, but that series is exhausting. I didn't even intend for it to be a series.

║Lilia Vanrouge║ Sweet and Naive / “True Ending”

Terrifying General, Lilia Vanrouge.

Reader: No pronouns or description used. Gender neutral.

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

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–

What would come of a fairytale, if one could rewrite it?

Would it try to go back to its correct course of path as written by fate itself?

Would it just be a repeat of the things already done and dealt with as in the course written by fate?

What would the characters in a story be like today, if one could rewrite it?

Would their virtues and everything that they believe in change?

Would their behaviours– the way they treat life– be any different in effect to their beliefs being changed? Can it be changed?

…

My child, do you wish to go back to the past and rewrite your story?

–

What would come of a fairytale, if one could rewrite it?

Would it try to go back to its correct course of path as written by fate itself?

Would it just be a repeat of the things already done and dealt with as in the course written by fate?

What would the characters in a story be like today, if one could rewrite it?

Would their virtues and everything that they believe in change?

Would their behaviours– the way they treat life– be any different in effect to their beliefs being changed? Can it be changed?

…

My child, do you wish to go back to the past and rewrite your story?

–

The streets of a no-name, small town village was bustling with a crowd of locals going to and fro from point A to point B then shortly returning back to point A– which, if you did not catch on– is their home. Despite being out in the wilderness– isolated– the people were full of energy and chattering away with neighbours or a stall’s keeper. All was as it should be.

Everything one could ever need or want can all be found inside their safe haven and so, one never had the reason to go outside of their realm. In fact, because of these reasons, tales passed around by locals since birth arose: Never go into the forest. There are monsters far terrifying than you and I who see the outside world as its playground.

You’d live by that saying religiously all your childhood up until you're now considered a mature fae. But since then, you got bored of your village. You were very much still a young fae, but a fae has many, many years ahead of them so in perspective, eventually you would grow tired of seeing the same thing and talking to the same people over and over again. Other faes could say otherwise– preferring the peace that their haven provides– but you, for one, have already gone restless doing the same chores in your short existence as a fae. 

It does not matter to you what your neighbour is doing so in hindsight, they would not have a care in the world of what you have been up to. But, regardless of race, people talk. You have been warned time and time again not to step outside the village as the sages– as they like to call themselves– can’t keep you protected from danger when you step outside. Did you listen? No. But, you did make sure to not stray too far away from the eyes of the village guards so that you won’t worry your nosy, elderly neighbour. When you tried to pry stories of the world from them, all they did was shake their head with a warning of the creatures out there. For you see, this village is only just a few thousand years old and the first of its villagers were the faes that were starting to lose touch of themselves. You concluded that if it is recent, then surely they come from somewhere not from here. 

In your early days of youth, you went to school and learned that there were more to faes than what you were lead to believe. Some of those things that you learned was that your kind, although stronger by a hair than humans, were far down below the pyramid. However, you did learn that there were more than one type of fae just as how humans and sea species were much different from each other. There is more to this world than what meets the eye and you want to discover it all. 

When you were in your adolescent years, did others come to know you as the curious fae, with each step taking you further out in the forests but never too far away from the watch of the village guards. There, you found a small pond with water as blue as crystal diamonds with a bit of the sun’s rays through the thick trees, casting an alluring light upon it. It was an enchanting sight to behold. You wanted your friends to come along with you to this pond, but they refused once they knew that it meant taking a step outside the village. After a while, you did earn yourself a title, so to say, of being a troubled fae. You even had the honour of meeting one of the Sages- elder faes that maintain the protective barrier- (or so they’d like to call themselves) who came with a lecture. 

They left defeatedly since you only negotiated not to wander far away rather than listen and stay inside the protection zone. Still, it was better than one of their own being killed far out there, and it’s not like you go out every day since you had students to plan a lesson for. 

–

One day, when you were cozying inside your home, baking apple pie for lunch, did you feel something outside the window tug at you. Since you were closer to the gates, you could feel more of this overbearing aura.

Just as you were thinking what it could be, a scroll magically appears before you. It’s from the Sages, warning everyone not to go outside the gates. You figured that they could feel it too, this aura. It was threatening, but you feel a familiar, fuzzy feeling from it. 

You tried to ignore it, but being the curious one, you eventually sighed in defeat and sneaked past the guards who were now very much on edge. The villagers, despite not needing to, all went inside their homes. 

This feeling became more known and as you continued to go deeper into the forest– in the direction of the pond you had discovered in your youth– did you feel as if gravity was weighing on you more. 

When you got to the pond, you were stopped short at the sight of someone lying on the field of grass just a few feet away from you. Are they the cause of this? Cautiously, you approached the person and discovered the blood and scratches all over the parts that were visible (which wasn’t much since they were dressed in black, military clothing and adorned with silver ornaments from head to and left only the face and hands bare). 

It was then that the anxiousness set in when you realized that someone was injured– possibly bleeding to death– in front of you. “H, hey.. Are you alive? Well, I mean, you clearly are since you’re still breathing, but what I meant was if you are awake?” You rambled, getting onto your knees and tapping lightly on the shoulders. Nothing. They weren’t responsive.

Turn away.

You didn’t know what to do. You could go back and forget about everything you’ve seen, but then you’ll live your entire, long life in guilt that you had knowingly killed someone. But, you hadn’t seen this person before and based on the way they dress hinted that they are not someone from the village.. They could be dangerous for all you knew. Like, just look at the way they dressed! It’s like nothing you’ve seen before with dark, scary colours. 

You bite your lower lip before making the decision to do the good thing by carrying the person to your home through the back door since, well, alarms will sound if one were to see a suspicious person entering the village with you, the troubled fae known to run amok in the dangerous forest. 

–

You had laid the person down on your couch and plopped on the floor beside it. You were exhausted. Who would have thought that they were so heavy? It could be because of the clothing.. After a short rest, you went to work, stripping the person of their shirt but that is when you had a startling realization that they were a man. His stomach was very much defined by muscles. Blood rushes to your face at the sight of seeing a man bare in front of you. Sure, you had seen men- especially those who worked at the smithery- bare, but this was completely different! You had thought that he was a she- a woman- because of their long, silky hair and fair complexion free of imperfection. Let’s not also forget that you had stripped the man who is very much unconscious. 

Shaking the filthy thoughts away, you went back to doing what you were supposed to do, emitting a faint, green from your palms. Although, you didn’t think it’ll heal fully since the cuts this man sustained were much deeper than you had thought. When you were taking his clothes off, you didn’t think that he had so many wounds.. Just where did he come from? At that thought, your eyes wandered towards the side of his face. You hadn’t noticed before, but he also had ears much like yours. You’ve read books of human anatomy and you can confirm that just like every other species in your books, humans, too, had very different physical appearance, one obvious part were their ears.  

So, he’s a fae.. But you had never seen him in the village before, and seeing his military uniform, you would assume that he was a fighter and someone who protects his village. Still, the uniform was nothing like even the captains in the village. Could it be.. That he isn’t a fae from here? Could he be those other types of faes you read about in books? You recalled reading of a very prominent kingdom ruled by the strongest fae alive. What was it called? You remembered it going something like Sally.. Valley..? O’ how you wished you could recall it!

–

The stranger was still asleep by the time sunset came. You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for yourself and the man– if he ever wakes up today, that is. 

For some reason, you felt that he was familiar to you, but you couldn’t recall when– if you had ever– met him. But you hadn’t gone anywhere else but the village. It’s where you’ve been all your life, but you can’t shake this feeling no matter how much you try. 

Just then, your ears slightly rose at the sound of movement from the living room. Is he awake? You turned down the heat of the stove, initially letting the stew sit, and went to check on the man. 

His eyes were still shut but his facial features contorted in pain. Seeing that his wounds were opening again (what can you say? Your magic wasn’t all that powerful) and bleeding through the bandages, you rush to quickly sedate his pain. 

It was only when his face relaxed that you, too, relaxed. If only you were a mage working for the Sages, you wouldn’t be feeling so drained. You had never used this much magic until today. You noted that maybe you should start training your body more to help with the lack of magic stamina. 

When you opened your eyes, you were staring at your hands on your lap and then towards the sleeping man. His chest raised and fell at a set pace. 

Turn away.

Other than the sounds of a clock ticking and his steady breathing, it was quiet. 

Your eyes never averts from his face and upon closer look, you were mesmerized at his long lashes. Pretty. Subconsciously, a hand reaches out to touch his face, noticing that there were strands of his hair on his face that obscures his full beauty. But why do you feel familiar..? 

Before you could even come close to touching his face, his eyes shot open. In one swift motion, you were underneath him with a bone-crushing hold on your wrist that dared to try to touch a forbidden fruit. “Who are you?” He growls with the look of alertness painted on his face. When an answer wasn’t given in milliseconds, his grip tightens, making you wince and stutter out, “I, I found you outside the village and b-brought you here to receive treatment.” 

Who would have thought that this man was capable of such strength? Sure, he does dress in scary uniform but with his face, you had thought he was not all that of a strong fae. 

At your true and honest statement, he relaxes a bit his grip, yet it remains holding your wrist until he could analyze your face- specifically your eyes- to decide whether or not he should kill you right here and right now before you could attempt to harm him. “L, look, I even bandaged you up and healed you a bit..” Nudging your head towards his torso, he looks down to see it carefully wrapped up, though it did not look like it was done by someone who had thorough knowledge of bandages.

After a dragged out moment of silence with you trembling underneath the fae, he cautiously lets you go, trained eyes still boring into you. You sat up and sat awkwardly beside him, trying to keep your eyes from wandering anywhere but your trembling hands. 

No one said a word which you couldn’t bare at all. What could you ask or say? Tell him that there’s food that you made? He must be hungry after all.. “U, um, I ma–” Before the sentence could even be finished, you were brought to attention when he stood up and scanned the living room before looking down to you. “I will be leaving now so it would be duly noted that you return my clothes,” he says once he has ascertained that his clothes were not in the room with him.

“Oh, about that.. They’re still being dried; I washed it because of the blood..” It was an awful smell that could attract the other faes to your house and that was definitely not something you would want, seeing as there is a fae who is clearly not from here. The clothes were not hung outside either for a faster dry and were, instead, hung above your bathtub. If anyone did come after smelling blood from earlier when you brought him here, the most certain spot they could see it would be at the back, out in the open. It was a man’s clothes and it is known that you were not housing a male. Other than that fact, it was clothing that is very foreign. 

His face was unreadable but you could tell that he was not having it. “T-they’ll be ready by tomorrow morning, I promise!” You quickly mention and carefully, “In.. In the meantime, why don’t you eat something? I cooked dinner..” 

—

He accepts and after dinner– Well, there wasn’t much going on really. It was much harder to talk to him- a stranger- than those Sages. After showing him to your spare bedroom and the bathroom, you went to look for clothes for him to change into, which was something hard to come by since he was extremely tall and huge. In fact, you had to go out and buy clothes for him to change into. Luckily, the store lady had not questioned you nor give you her look of suspicion. 

“If you need anything, I’ll be in the room beside yours.” Making sure he was comfortable and that all his needs were met, you turned on your heels to retire to your own bedroom. However, you did not manage to reach the door when he called for you again with a question on his tongue, “Before you leave, could you tell me where I am?

It is clear that you and I are of different breeds but nonetheless faes.” His question was to be expected and you answered honestly and with nothing more to speak of, you went to bed. The man with black locks remains awake past midnight and after regaining a bit of his strength, he emits a warm green from his palms. “An uncharted village far off the Kingdom but nonetheless still within territory..” His ruby eyes narrow. Who could have thought that a quaint little village is flourishing without the knowledge of the queen? Although, he could tell that just by you, this village was weak. “Illusionary magic..” He mumbles some more, words incoherent to tell exactly just what he was thinking. 

“This village.. Will be destroyed.” 

—

“H-how.. How was your sleep?” You greet him with the best of your smiles, though the slight twitch at the corner of your lips did not go unnoticed by the man. “I made breakfast so–” Before the sentence could have been finished, the dark-haired fae spoke with an air that would belong to that of a general in war, “It would be best that I leave now.” 

“Ah..” That’s right. He wants to go home badly, wherever that is. He looked like he was not even finished with whatever he was attending to before you had found him. But his wounds.. “Do not concern yourself with me. I am very much capable of healing myself,” he said plainly as if he had just read your mind. It was true, but with his spent power, it would be a while. Nevertheless, it will be fine and he is confident that it will replenish quickly. 

“Okay.. I'll bring your clothes down.” It was a short meaning and you honestly shouldn’t feel this.. Emotion of sadness swirling right at the centre of your heart, but for some reason you do. You had hoped that he would be able to chat with you for a while, seeing as he is from the outside. 

Just as he threw on his long war coat, there was a firm, three knocks on the door. You both stared at each other and you only opened the door when he gave you a nod of approval. 

Outside the door, a few soldiers and a sage greeted you. “Oh! Hello.. How may I help you, Sage?” “We came to you personally to check up on you and warn you to not step outside the barrier,” the old fae says. “There have been sightings of high grade monsters circling the village.”

What? Monsters? The barrier’s extra spells should have deterred them away and the only way for them to even get close was– Your eyes widened. Do they know that a village lies here? To break the illusion is to be aware of the illusion and you prayed that that would never happen.  

“The mysterious aura from yesterday had vanished but now monsters had come.. It is believed that those monsters had been led here.” 

The aura? Isn’t that.. 

—

After they had left, the man came out of hiding, “By the sounds of it, it seems that there will be heavy patrol..” Was the first thing he said. This gravely concerns him. With his power still weak, it would be hard to fight off those monsters. 

He was in deep thought about whether or not he could make it back to the kingdom in his current state and with those things outside when his ears perked at low mumbling which drew his attention to look up. “Um, I know you want to go home and I am aware that you are very capable but..” Playing with the hem of your shirt, you tried to find it within yourself to complete your words. 

Turn away. Let him go.

Let him go.

It could be because of this nurturing instinct that you had developed during your career or it could be this overwhelming sense of wanting to know him further that you selfishly want to make him stay just for a few more days. “Please, it is far too dangerous outside, even for you in your current state.” This was true. Before you found him yesterday, he had used a last resort and a bit more of his strength to get himself away from the field otherwise, he would have overblot, and it was because of this that he fell into a slumber to recuperate. 

“Alright.”

–

A week. It has been now a week since he had been under your care. He has been a great help around the house even though you were very persistent that he rested. Be that as it may, his wounds vanished in just a week. No, it wasn’t thanks to your weak spells; in just 4 days, he had managed to regain all the strength he had lost. You had surmised that it would have taken a month for him to be well again but you were wrong. Not even a scar was left to be found. You truly found wonder and awe in his type of species, but also found just how wide the gap of power truly was. 

Every night, he would go outside to clear out the monsters that were surrounding the village, and of course without alerting the village of his presence. He said something about the smell of an oncoming overblot could have lured them to where he is. You had briefly heard of this overblot when you were young and remembered fearing it so much so that you refused to use magic for a while. It answered a lot of questions about his appearance when he was found. 

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” you called out from the kitchen, “Will you.. Be going out again?” When he entered the kitchen, he shook his head. “They have been cleared.” 

“Oh.. I see,” you smiled. You were thankful that now, the place was safe again for weak faes such as yourself. “Thank you.” Again, he shook his head, “It was my fault that they had come and so they were my responsibility.” 

Your eyes softened but quickly returned them to the stove. Nothing much is spoken about during dinner, finding that he enjoys his meal in silence. Well, that was until now. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.” 

His words had the spoon stop half way to your mouth. So, it has finally come. You look up to meet his eyes yet there still was yet to be any signs of expression in them. “Ah.. Okay.. I’ll see you out tomorrow then..” Were the only words that you were able to throatily say. 

It had been fun having company, especially his, so it was saddening news. For the rest of the night, things moved quietly. 

–

Honestly, you still don’t understand why this aching feeling inside you was a hundred times worse than you had thought farewells would be, not even as you walked close to him to the spot where you first met him and would just be a few short seconds away before you never see him again. Ah, yes.. You’ll never see him after this.. He has, after all, a home somewhere just like how you have. He must have felt homesick by now. His family might be too!

You had only realized that he had stopped walking when you bumped into his back. This was it.. The time where words of parting will be said.

“I’ll be going now,” he said, his voice still that same monotonous tone. 

He stares into your eyes and you do the same. His eyes were much like crystals, you noticed. It also has a beautiful shade of red that matches well with his mysterious existence. 

His beautiful long locks looked lighter in the sun. And even though he dresses himself in full black clothing, to you, he looked ethereal. Like a god. 

“Mn.. I pray for your travels to be safe.” And so, with no further words being exchanged, he turned on his heels towards you and began walking the opposite direction from you. 

Was this truly the end..? 

Let him go.

You can’t let him go. There was this feeling that had a hold grasp of your heart that you felt would tighten once he’s out of your sight. 

Let him go. 

Turn away. 

You will never see him again after this, right? That should be fine.. You don’t know him well enough anyway. You’ll go back to living your life of loneliness and things will be normal again. And this feeling..? It will probably subside too.

You hadn’t realized that your lower lip was bleeding until you tasted that metallic taste that it has. 

No. No, you can’t just leave it at this. You wanted to travel the world and he was your ticket out of this place as well as a guide to the unfamiliar world. 

“Wait, please!” Before you could even catch up to your thoughts, you had already called out to the man adorned in dark. He stops a few short metres away and looks over his shoulders silently. Oh, right.. You don’t even know his name. 

Turn away. 

Upon realization, you became bashful from such an uncouth manner, biting the inside of your cheeks. But, now was the time to say what was on your mind. 

Don’t tell. Don’t speak. 

Shakily letting out a nervous breath that you found the confidence you needed, although not much, “[Name]..” Your nervousness is now evident through the shakiness that could be heard. 

“Hm?” He turns his body so that he could properly look at you. Your face felt even warmer and you’re pretty sure that he could see how this situation was making you so red in the face. “My name..” The clenched fist that holds onto the hem of your shirt tightens even more so the folds on your shirt become prominent. 

Monster.

Turn away.

Too dangerous!

“My name.. It’s [Name].”

His pupils were blown wide but just for a moment before he narrowed his eyes. “I’m afraid there must be a mistake.. You must not tell me your name to a monster.” His tone was cold but his eyes.. They were not the blank ones you were so familiar with. They were.. Shaking? It was a showcase of his thoughts.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” You continue to speak, “This sense of familiarity?

“So please, I want to know your name.” Your heart was practically banging against its cage as if it wanted to be let out. But then, you see the corner of his lips curl upwards. For the first time, you finally had the chance to see the fae smile. “Lilia Vanrouge. It has been a pleasure meeting you, [Name].” With that, he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving you no time to say anything else

Your heart was aflutter and you held your hands over it in hopes to calm it down. He will be back after he finished what he needed to do. It was an unsaid promise.

This is it. This is what you wanted. No matter how much you try, it would be impossible to change one’s nature. All that was left to do is to pray to a high being that your future wouldn’t turn out to be the same.

~♡~

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