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Lilia Vanrouge x Fem! reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Minors do no interact.

Just a short drabble.

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There you were, body pressed into the mattress doing your best to stifle a groan with a fae looking over at you with the most devlish smirk plastered on his face.

Lilia getting so hard for you so early in the morning and deciding to stuff that cute little cunny of yours would be the best thing to wake up to but not when you two had but a wink of sleep from last night's fiasco as well.

Your overstimulated body quivers and you hugged tightly on the pillow while he fucks into you while on your side harshly, trying hard not to make so much noises this early in the morning when the others are still sleeping. He raises your leg a bit higher to pound into you just right to feel the walls of your cunt squeeze him everytime he enters. His ragged breathing was close to your ear and you hear an airy chuckle. "Mm~? Is my little fairy crying?" He removes the pillow that you've been shoving your face into to quiet the sounds and felt wonderful to be a sadist at that moment, loving the tears that he is responsible for making from the love that he gave out. He licks the tears at the corner of your eyes and smirks against your face. He engulfs you in his arms and his bare front is pressed against your back. It was radiating warmth like you've never felt before. "You're so cute when you cry~"

His touch is electrifying with one hand groping your breast and the other teasing your body with light touches that trails from your thighs to your hip before going back down to repeat it's motion.

You mewl out his name and beg him. Beg for what, to stop or to help you with your own release that had been building up despite your legs having been numb long before? You're not sure, but you hoped that he would already come inside you already and make you feel full to make him stop numbing your legs. However, you don't think that that will be soon as he continues to tease and rile your body even more. He is clearly enjoying this so there is no way he'd stop now, not when he hasn't put how you contort your face at everytime he hits a certain spot into memory.

"Khehee, you're doing so good, little fairy."

"Just a little more for me~"

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Malleus Draconia x fem!reader

Summary: Congratulations! Out of all the noble ladies that were in line to become a princess and soon-to-be queen consort, you had been chosen. Oh, what's this? But you aren't married off to your kingdom and is, in fact, married to another country whom raged war with yours for decades on end?

You find yourself face-to-face with an enemy of your homeland, hands held in marriage and surrounded in a pretty little illusion of a happy wedding with flowers and smiles of all whom watched. You begin to wonder if your life had already ended the moment you stepped foot outside your homeland, taking a gulp at the frightening look on the prince of this twisted kingdom that you'll be ruling alongside him. Maybe you should try to get to know him and make peace.. Maybe he might turn out to be not so scary after all.

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Chapter 1 - The Beginning of an End

Chapter 2 - The Day I've Been Betrothed

Chapter 3 - Teas, Cakes, and the Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 3.5 - A Step Into the Social Circle

Chapter 4 - Here Comes the Red Prince

Chapter 4.5 - First Strike of the Consequence (Coming soon)

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BRO OPPOSITES OF THE WAR WAS SO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDD 💕💕💕✨✨♥️ BRO PLS PART 2 😭😭🥹 (not forcing you though lol ☺️ I vv much enjoyed)

║Lilia Vanrouge║ Opposites of the War 2

Reader: No pronouns or description used. Gender neutral.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Ask and you shall receive. Totally rushed the ending since it was getting too long.

Part 1 is here!

If you like my work, tips would greatly help!

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

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Despite his natural talent for collecting lives, he by no means enjoys it. But, he is merely a loyal tool for the monarchy to use however they please. He had no say in this matter.. Not that he had any since he is the right hand man to the Queen and thus, meant that they had his utmost loyalty.

“General!” A soldier runs up to him with a panicked look on his face. “General..” He pants. “The camp in the north has been attacked..!

“We received word from the general stationed there that they request you make haste.” Contrary to his thoughts, he is aware that he is a valuable asset for war and he takes pride that he could be of use. This was, after all, the nature that runs through his blood.

Although.. He does wish it would end soon..

Ah, yes, how many moons ago had he met that.. Person? For a fae, a day means nothing, but for some reason, Lilia felt like he’s lived half a century already waiting for them.

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“The Briar Kingdom and Valley of Thorns have signed a peace treaty!” Crowds of faes chatter, gathering in the town square to listen to the royal messenger from the castle. “The returning soldiers will march forth from the gates midday. The fallen will also be remembered for their contributions.” With that, the messenger steps off of the stage. And just as the messenger’s words, soldiers entered through the Kingdom’s gates at the sound of a trumpet in the afternoon.

Many walked on foot through the kingdom, taking the praises and cheers coming from both sides of the streets, and there are those on horseback.

Many cheered at the returning soldiers, yes, but more so to the General whom always dressed in black. Everyone knew the great things that General Vanrouge had contributed to the war, especially noting how he alone took down twelve strong human wizards that hold equal magic strength to that of a lower-ranked fae. To him, however, it weighed the same amount as any battle he has fought.

“Vanrouge,” a burly fae with a short beard trots his horse beside the quiet fae. “This is a joyous occasion with many people chanting your name; why that scary look, hm?” Not many are able to approach said fae like this slightly older fae. These faes cannot deny the admiration and respect they hold towards him, yet they are simply too fearful to approach him. It doesn’t help that Lilia could do a 180 in personality at any moment and become unhinged.. Such as on the battlefield.

“General Verne.” Lilia acknowledges the fae but that’s about it. “Hoho, still as quiet as ever; only speaking when needed. I believe that Her Majesty had heard the most words out of ya than even yer mother,” Verne does not seem to be afraid in the slightest as his voice booms with laughter. It was deep, but not intimidating. “Look, Vanrouge, do you see the smiles of the people that’s happy to see ya?” He outstretches a hand towards the people.

“I think a smile would make them even more happy. You are quite popular, you know that, right, Duke?” Verne looks at him with mischief in his eyes, but Lilia does nothing to make himself appear riled. “General Verne, as of the moment, I am a soldier for the Queen, not a duke,” Lilia’s voice went a bit deeper (still not as deep as the burly fae), one he uses to command troupes. This was a nonthreatening reminder, however. “I would appreciate it if you could remember that.”

Verne was silent and stares long and hard at his side profile before breaking out into boisterous laughter, “Haha, alright, alright no more teasing for the terrifying general.” After that, they trot in silence, though not completely as cheers continued all the way to the castle’s entrance.

Nearing the gate to Her Majesty’s home, Verne looks to his side once more, “Still, I’m glad that you’re alive and well,” he admits softly with a smile. “I was worried when I heard that twelve mages tried to off you and you only came back to your camp in the morning but bandaged.”

He pats Lilia’s back. “I wonder how you managed to survive for a night out there looking the way you did. You’re real lucky, Vanrouge.”

Lilia does not indulge in the chatter, to prevent leaking a certain secret he holds. Although, it probably won’t be a secret for far long.

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“Vanrouge.” A female voice draws his attention away from the window to behind him. It was a window that looked past the kingdom’s housings and the gate further away; he had a look of longing to whatever was out there.

“Your Majesty.” As if on instinct, he knelt on the floor with his head down and a closed fist over his heart. “There’s no need to kneel; I didn’t come to chat as master and familiar,” she said and paused for a moment as if to think of a better way to put her thoughts into words. “Are you perhaps waiting for someone, Vanrouge?”

Ah.. Was it that evident? He was sure he had practiced enough to not let anyone be able to decipher his thoughts; if even the closest of people can’t read him, then enemies won’t be able to know of his plans, or so he thinks.

“It has been seven years.. Instead of merrying with the common folks in the main hall, you are here,” she said. “Something is on your mind and knowing you, it certainly isn’t a something but rather, a someone.” His jaws tightened as what she said was all true. Lilia is not one to dwell on past history so it could only come down to him dwelling on a person. He felt foolish and ashamed to have made the Queen grow concerned for him, but maybe she could help with his selfish wish.

“Your majesty..”

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In just a few months time, the Valley of Thorns opened up its gates to the Briar Kingdom. The faes were at unrest and questioned the Queen’s actions. Why in the great sevens did she open up to those selfish humans that quick? Let’s not forget to mention how she has a plan already in progress of making a grand festival to officially declare its gates being opened to humans.

“I trust that everything is going smoothly, Vanrouge?” The Queen sits atop her throne, staring at Lilia who knelt before her. “Yes, you’re majesty,” he answers, head pointed to the grown in respect despite the Queen’s wants for him to look at her; that it was okay as he was the most loyal servant to the crown. “Good. I put all my faith and power into your hands. This is, after all, what you wished for.”

There was a moment of contemplation, the Queen carefully putting words together in her head. “This is the first time you have ever requested something from me.. This human, they must be special,” she said. Despite the rest of her face being unreadable and ever the expressionless (much like Lilia), the small curve upward betrays her heart. Like every other monarch, they want nothing but the best for their people. She believes that Lilia had more than deserved this selfish wish of his for always being compliant for the many years she had reigned over the land.

After the short conversation, he was free to leave, but not with a reminder— a warning, “Do remember what you are getting into, Vanrouge.. This is a human you are promising yourself to.”

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When a fae loves, they love deeply. There’s a famous tale spread in these lands, a tale of one of their kind giving too much of their love to a human.. It’s a tale of regrets that ended in tragedy.

Lilia has heard that tale many times as a young boy; his mother loved to tell him the story and at the end, she’d tell him humans are creatures that are capable of love just as faes. There wasn’t much difference except in how they look.

“Vanrouge!” A gruff, yet jolly voice calls him from behind. “Haha, yer so easy to spot even with this crowd; you should really try wearing different clothes— maybe you’d look better in them than black.” Verne hooks an arm behind his neck and continues walking beside him. “General Verne, I don’t recall you being stationed here,” Lilia states.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I’ll go back soon; I just wanted to check up on you since I heard you were the one in charge of the preparations,” he said and chuckles cheekily. “Haha, so do I call you General Vanrouge or Duke?”

“Either is fine,” he answers dryly. “Hm? So yer still doing the patrolling, huh?” Verne lets out a hefty chuckle and pats him on the shoulders. “Ya know, Vanrouge, it’s okay to take it easy sometimes.. Go have some time to yourself, mingle with folks— don’t you know how many ladies swoon over yer and have been dying t’ talk to ya? Hahaha!”

His laughter turned abrupt and held still in the air as a thought stirs in his mind. His lips turned into a coy smile, “Unless.. You’re keeping a secret lover..?” His eyebrows wiggles teasingly. The scary general gave him a look that shows how much he isn’t impressed. Lilia was slightly bothered at this point. As much as he respected his colleague, this was all pointless chatter to him.

“General Verne, the celebration is reaching its peak; don’t you suppose that you are required at your post now that there’ll be more guests from afar?” Lilia avoids the topic altogether whilst reminding the fae.

Verne unhooks his arm around him and chuckles, though a bit more on the awkward side. He could feel the annoyance seething through Lilia and knew it would be best to not pester him anymore. “Haha.. I guess I’ve been gone for a long while now,” he said, turning on his heels. “Well then, see ya later, Vanrouge.”

Lilia stood and watched as Verne disappeared amongst the crowd, only leaving once he could no longer see his back.

“Secret lover..?”

The fae’s voice echoes in his head and without even noticing, he picked up his pace. He smoothly- yet swiftly- pushes through the crowd. His pale complexion could not hide the soft pink that grew ever the more noticeable as the word “lover” repeats in his head.

“Have you been to the shop outside the gate? I heard they’ll sell just about anything if you’ve got the madols for it..” Despite the loud crowd, his ears could only overhear 2 ladies chatter at a distance, making him stop on his tracks to hear a bit more.

“Yes, I have! The human is such a darling, let me tell you. They even managed to sell a rare ore to me,” the second spoke. “It’s perfect for a wedding ring that my son will give to his fiancée.” They squeeled at the joyous news, but that is not what Lilia cared about.

“I wonder how they managed to bring an entire house here though.. Do you think it has legs?”

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“Thank you for coming!” You stood behind the counter with the best customer service smile you could pull.

When the last customer for the afternoon left, you let out a tired sigh. It has been so long since you last had so many people come to you and you were worried that you had gotten rusty at talking to people.

You walked around the counter and put a sign at your door that you’d be back in an hour; you were going to have your lunch break.

“Maybe I should go out and see what the kingdom has.. There’s so many faes and high levels of magic..” You chatted to yourself, going behind the counter again and entering another room behind a curtain to fetch a satchel and stuffing a sandwich that you’ll bring while strolling through the city.

On the other side of the curtain, the bell that hang above the door rang, signalling that someone had walked in. Didn’t I put a sign up..? Your brows furrowed and frowned. Nevertheless, you put on your best smile once more and walked out of the room. “Hello! Welcome to—“ Your breath hitches and you felt like your heart had momentarily stopped.

“Lilia..!” When you called, your voice was soft as if speaking louder might cause the still water to tremble and thus, making him disappear just like a mirage in the water. Even though you knew that the Valley is where he lived, seeing him again after so many years had made you suddenly weak in the knees. He doesn’t look like he had aged a bit (courtesy to him being a fae). Not a single blemish had touched his face.

He doesn’t say anything at first, a small of a smile on his lips. “I didn’t think that you would be here,” he said, approaching your figure that was still behind the counter. He rests a hand on the counter and takes a better look at you. He knew how fast humans age but to him, it didn’t look like you had aged at all. It had been so long since he had seen you, but he could still vividly remember what you had looked like all those years ago.

Your face grew slightly pink at the comment, “Well, you did write in your letter that the Valley of Thorns and Briar Kingdom is holding a celebration..” You scratch your cheeks. He chuckles, “I didn’t think you’d showed up since you hadn’t written back.”

“Eh, I did..?” You blinked owlishly. “Didn’t your bat come back to you?” It was now his turn to look lost. “No, it didn’t..” After a long pause, laughter erupted from you both. “Hehe, surprise..!” You giggle cheekily.

“Hmph. It is quite a pleasant surprise, but I believed that I would have missed you had I not overheard some ladies talking about.. A shop on legs?” He crosses his arms. His lips slightly droop so he looks like he’s pouting.

You chuckle and walked around the counter to stand beside him with no barrier between you two. “I had faith that I was serviceable enough that word would reach you.”

His eyes lingers on you before trailing down to the side of your hips at the peculiar looking satchel. “Hm? Are you going somewhere?” He uncrosses his arms.

“Actually yeah, it’s my break so I wanted to look at your home!” You grinned. He smiles with a suggestion, “Then, may I do the honours of showing you?” He outstretches and arm towards you.

“Yes. Yes, you may.” You hook your arms from under and let him walk you out of the store. “Would it be safe for you to leave the store unintended?” He asks, staring at the house and then back to you.

“Mm.. Yeah, it’ll be fine! It knows when to lock the door when people are around, but sometimes it likes to lock me out when it gets moody..” You mumble the last bit, your mood clearly soured just a bit as you pout. A chuckle erupts from his chest.

How many times had he laughed just moments after meeting you again? The faces that the ongoers make surmises that it’s not often that they get to see the duke smile, let alone laugh.

Before you entered the large gates, you unhook your arms from his. The action was done subconsciously, you still believing that it was inappropriate to blatantly show affection publicly since you are a human not known to them, and especially since you were with the famed General respected by all. It was alright though, with just a bit more time, maybe you’ll reach that dream of yours.

“Do any of these jewelry fancy you?” He asks when you stopped at a particular stall out on the streets. There were some gems native to only the Valley and common to them, but for you, you were in awe at them. You had hoped to be able to obtain some from their mines, but it’ll be an agenda done later. “Hmm.. I’m just looking. They’re all so beautiful though!” You said, but more so to the gems that were used.

You turn your eyes away, “Let’s continue!” He nods and guides you further inside to the heart of the kingdom. At the centre, there was dancing and music playing; it was lively, safe to say.

When you were looking around, Lilia slipped by you without you ever noticing. “Lilia— oh!” You turned your head to the side and was immediately stuffed with something sweet. “It’s a strawberry sando,” he said. You held the sandwich and chewed on the part you bit. Your eyes lit up at the soft texture and the sweet taste that filled your mouth.

Lilia couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your adorable expression.

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“Where are we going next?” You asked, walking side by side with him. You noticed that you were walking away from the crowd, the voices were growing faint. Lilia does not say anything, but you notice the corner of his lips curled upward just by a bit. Albeit curious, you did not ask anymore.

“Would you care for some tea?” He asks. Suddenly, you were now standing in front of a large estate after passing an extremely large gate. “W-wha—? T, this is where you live!?” You ask in disbelief. You knew that he was some important guy, but you didn’t think he was this important!

He chuckles but doesn't say anything, guiding you to the main hall of his home. “I’ve let everyone have a day off today,” he begins and looks over his shoulder at you while he brews a cup of tea, “Nobody is here but us.”

He walked further inside the house— if you can call it that; it looks more like a castle— and entered a sunroom. If you didn’t know any better, you would have swooned at the thought of him awaiting your arrival.. Maybe that wasn’t far from the truth.

You sat down across from him and drank the first few minutes in a comfortable silence. “Mm, I haven’t had tea like this before..” You muttered, looking at the light purple liquid in your cup. “It’s a local brew here in the kingdom,” he answers, “Do you like it?”

You place the cup back on its saucer. “It’s good!” You grinned. You shift your posture and look at him with excitement. “How have you been?”

He chuckles. “Kufufu, don’t you ask that every letter?” You became flustered. It was true that you were not the best with words and can’t think of ways to start a normal conversation, especially since you have been by yourself most of the time due to travelling. “Eh.. It’s just that it’s different saying it and then hearing your answer right in front of me,” you say, “At least this way, I can actually see that you’re okay..”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Then I have been well, aside for the days where I had been longing for a certain someone,” he says and his eyes narrow playfully.

Your face heats up and look around the room frantically to avoid eye contact with him. “Ah..”

“Hm? What happened to you being so bubbly?” He tilts his head teasingly and crosses his arms. “Well, it’s just that.. You’re a lot different from when I first met you!” You answered honestly. Lilia Vanrouge, the one who’s feared and respected by many— if not, all— was usually the reserved type. But after confessing his wish of wanting to court you, it felt like he’s shown more expressions that you were sure you’d not get the opportunity to witness.

“Oh? I suppose you are correct..” He smiles softly. You were the only one who could make his heart flutter like this.

Still, this was fine. Fine with him and fine with you. Breathing in, you fixed your posture and return a smile of your own. “I missed you too.”

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I would love to continue this but I’m sure it’d be boring by then and becoming too long.

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@anonima-2

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..

—

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.

—

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.”

—

“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].”

***

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..”

—

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?

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

Reader: No pronouns or description used. Gender neutral. 

Warning(s): None

—

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..” 

~♡~