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Theres something so sad yet hauntingly beautiful when venti asks you to wear your wedding dress every time you celebrate the anniversary with him. The idea of forgetting you scares him and it’s bound that gods like him are prone to erosion.
Each anniversary, his gifts become more grandiose. Bouquets made from rare species of flowers that bloom only once a century, songs crafted from forgotten languages, starlight bottled in glass that glimmers whenever he thinks of you.
Every year, it haunts him that one day he’ll forget about you. He hides it behind songs, laughter, and celebrations, but you can feel it in the way he holds your hand too tightly. The way he stares at you like he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face— before time steals it from him— makes him want to cry in front of you and let his feelings and fears be known, but he suppresses it.
He doesn’t want to ruin the day. He doesn’t want to ruin the anniversary. Your smile is too beautiful for it to be marred by his own selfish feelings.
That’s why he puts every ounce of his love into these moments. He’s desperate to ensure you remember, even if one day he can’t.
Though in order to combat erosion, he needs to hibernate for hundreds of years to sustain his powers. And if you were a being with longevity equal to his, he would ask without hesitation or shame for you to sleep beside him and stay by his side.
Surrendering centuries together so that you could wake in each other’s arms again is his only wish.
And it wouldn’t be a burden for you to abide his dreams. It never was.
The thought of waking up with his body curled around yours, his breathing against your shoulder, his wings wrapped protectively around you, makes the centuries of slumber feel like only mere moments.
“Even if the world changes… even if I do… promise you’ll be there when I open my eyes again,” he whispers, caressing your ring perfectly nestled on your finger before slowly intertwining your hands together intimately.
Though if you were a mortal, it would be more difficult. He’d put ten times more the effort in the dates. You might sense that something is troubling him.
His laughter would sometimes waver. His fingers would linger a little too long when he brushes your cheek. His eyes would soften with a kind of longing that feels too melancholic for your liking.
Venti holds you as if you’ll evaporate in his arms. Sometimes he watches you sleep with a smile too tight to be genuine. Sometimes the songs and poems he writes for you sound almost like farewells even when he swears they aren’t.
It pains him that your time moves faster than his. And no matter how hard he tries to outrun erosion, he can’t outrun mortality. So he cherishes every moment with a desperation he never lets you see.
Every laugh. Every kiss. Every anniversary where you wear the wedding dress he adores. He pins them inside his mind and writes every piece of you in his collection of poems tucked away in a hidden journal.
Each memory of you must be bright, vivid, and unforgettable— something he can hold on to even when centuries threaten to wash them away.
Because one day, he will wake up and you won’t be there next to him.
you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.
reincarnation trope but it’s just you who’s reincarnating because you’re a mortal and lilia makes sure to always find you to love you again and again in every lifetime of yours. he may not find you at the perfect time where you’re in your prime, so let’s give him some shapeshifting magic for him to actually look his age and try to court an elderly you. a little comical, yes, but it’s very very romantic to me!! just him getting to enjoy a peaceful farming / cottage life alongside you, chuckling at his gray hair and wrinkles and breaking into loud laughters when he saw your expression at how he could still do cartwheels and jump around trees and whatnot with that seemingly fragile body of his. but he’ll also fake being sick / in pain so he get to enjoy your pampering; he’s always loved your worried nags while you fuss over his wellbeing, purposely sniffling and wiping fake tears away all while pressing himself closer to your embrace.
he still gets jealous, by the way. it’s a strange feeling; even after the amount of patience and knowledge he had acquired over centuries of living, the jealousy he had felt during his twenties—well, two-hundreds, in this case?—over some random flirting with you still bubbles to this day every time he learns of your past lovers. a bitter feeling settles in his chest but he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame you for it. just a little angry at destiny for not making him a mortal like you, he supposed. so now, he’ll give you all his attention and love. he’ll make sure he holds you tenderly, he’ll press the sweetest kisses to the crown of your head and one filled with passion to your lips. then he’ll weep again and again every time you take your last breath. the pain doesn’t seem to numb no matter how many times he has gone through such agony but he’ll search for you again, he promised.
Warnings: Talk of war and battlefields, reader is afab, pregnancy
You remind Lilia of all the things he’s fighting for.
“Lilia?” You say softly into the dim light of the room. He’s sitting on the bed, staring at nothing.
“Lost the battle,” he says gruffly. “Briar Valley’s territory is shrinking.” He falls backwards onto the sheets. “The Draconias are putting some harsh pressure on us to turn the tide before the people lose hope.”
You’re at a loss. Lilia has seen things on the battlefield that you could never even dream of. “I’m just glad you’re home safe,” you say at last.
He shakes his head. “There’s so much death around us now. How am I supposed to give them hope if I don’t have any of my own? I don’t even know why I’m fighting anymore.”
“I do,” you respond.
Lilia looks at you quizzically. “Really? What is it, then?”
“Give me your hand.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
Lilia lets you take his calloused palms in his, sliding them under your shirt until he feels a firm roundness that definitely wasn’t there when he left for the front lines a few months ago.
His eyes go wide. “No way.”
“Yes way,” you laugh, “We’re having a baby. That’s what you’re fighting for, Lilia. A future for me, and for them.”
The darkness in his eyes dissipates, replaced by a faint light. It’s weak, but it’s there- the beginnings of hope.
Notes: Lilia x reader, GN reader, a bittersweet love letter, slight mentions of Silver,
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Greetings __________,
Understand this, I love you, but loving you has its consequences. I’m not saying I’m going to leave you, no it’s quite the opposite really. For the first time I’ve finally found a place which is safe and sound. I found a place in you which I can call home after years of neglecting that part of my life. I am ashamed to say I never wanted to face my past. I ran and hesitated to face even the tiniest part of my dark history. You know, I’ve lived for so long, but have never caved into what I needed. Even after I met you, it took some time to clean those old wounds. I believed I had already closed them. However, I was wrong, the wounds never closed. All of them stayed open, until I was the one holding the needle.
I finally understand why you were so angry at me during our conversation the other day. You felt I left the needle to you to stitch me back up, when really, I needed to be the one to do so. At that moment, I perceived you to have been childish for getting mad at me, I’m sorry. I know that now. While I can’t tell you that I have fully closed those gaps all the way, I want you to know I’m trying. I’m trying to close those loose ends and now I see the love you, no, what love everyone has given me. I see it now with unclouded eyes. Both you and Silver love me more than anyone in the world. Neither of your love outweighs the other, I’m thankful for the love you two give me.
As for your love, well as I mentioned earlier it has its consequences. Before loving someone was painful, careful, and my heart was made of glass. On the other hand, loving you fills me up with warmth, happiness, and my heart is now beating. You already know I loved two before you, which ended in horrible consequences, so I never loved anyone romantically again. However, loving you doesn’t give me such consequences, why is that? Is it because I’ve started to patch up the remaining scars? I assume the reason is because I had to face the past if I wanted to stand next to you.
The truth is that if you were going to be my home, I needed to be a proper home for you. Standing as pillar of strength in tough times, meeting each other halfway, and loving openly. I’m going to be all of that for you because I want to be your home, your safe place, and your lover.
____________, I know it’s late for me to ask, but will you take my hand for a lover?
I may not be the ruler of a kingdom, nor do I carry riches, but I hold my love for you. At the end of the day, I am simply a man in love with you. I don't know what else to say, other than the words I love you.
Please respond to this letter when you find the time. If you no longer love me, I encourage you to burn this letter and act like it was never sent.
My friend and I were talking and it's about time for some angst anyway sooo ^w^ here we are.
Summary: His love for you is endless, boundless, and terrifying, so he created an illusion to cope with it.
Word count: 876
warning: angst
Lyney was the master of illusion, he and his sister Lynette could fool anyone and everyone, save for those in their circle. Lyney's tricks were based on distracting and sleight of hand. He'd practiced it over and over in the years he'd been a magician but there was one trick he just couldn't perfect.
Making his feelings for you disappear.
Lyney hadn't actually known you for all that long, maybe just over a year or so. Yet, his heart pounded in his chest whenever he saw you. He shivered whenever you laughed, and he smiled whenever you touched him. So, what did Lyney do? He flirted because it was fun.
He loved watching your face get flustered when he threw out cute pickup lines or just complimented you. There was this rush of excitement he felt whenever you looked away shyly, your cheeks slightly red, and a soft smile on your lips. He didn't think it could be this addicting and there was a very good reason for that. Lyney had never been in love before, so he didn't realize how easily someone could develop feelings for another.
But one day he realized he maybe went too far when you asked him if he was attracted to you. Lyney just froze up. The thought seemed so sweet and attractive but there was something that made it all come crashing down. His background as a fatui. Lyney wasn't a bad guy, but that didn't mean he was safe to be around all the time. He and his siblings took on all sorts of troublesome tasks that sometimes came back to haunt them. He could never possibly put you in harm's way.
So there was a new problem- aside from these growing feelings. You seemed... interested. Lyney was no master of love, but he could pick up a few signs and interpret them. But he couldn't do it. He never outright admitted he was attracted to you. Whenever you asked, he'd just laugh and change the subject or just give you a wink and say it was a secret.
Truth be told, Lyney never admitted it- not even to himself late at night when he was completely alone. The idea of admitting he was so in love with someone that they could tell him to do anything and he just might was paralyzing. With every passing interaction, Lyney would feel his heart squeeze in pain if you experienced any sort of discomfort. Why couldn't someone as perfect and pure as you just be happy? He wasn't about to go insane and start stabbing people, no way, but whoever upset you was someone he just found himself disliking.
~**~
Lyney rolled over in his bed, his eyes shifting over to the window not too far away. He couldn't sleep. It was late at night and he was plagued with thoughts of you. Sitting up, he rubbed his face before looking down at his blanket. It was happening again... you were in his head.
Lyney had seen you earlier today and you looked so beautiful. The way you styled your hair, the clothes you wore, how the color suited you, just... it was nice to witness. Even if it was hours ago, your smile and laughter were replaying in his mind over and over. He could still recall your flushed cheeks and the shy movements of your gaze that would flicker away then back at him.
A pale hand pressed against his chest, feeling his beating heart. It was pounding and even though you weren't here, Lyney felt... anxious. He missed you and if he was being honest for once, he wanted to see you.
Throwing the covers off, he stood up, feeling the cold floor beneath his feet almost grounding him. He walked toward the window and pushed the curtains aside before opening it up, sighing at the breeze that ruffled his hair. There was his dilemma, the reason he chose to lie to everyone. He was fatui, he was dangerous and you were something he knew he couldn't have. That was probably the worst... knowing you were actually single and interested gave him the hope that he craved. But when the scenarios of you being in danger flashed in his mind, he panicked. He burned any traces of hope that would bloom.
One mistake and you could be taken away. Just that easily.
"You're going crazy, Lyney..." he muttered to himself as he looked down at the street in front of him. It was empty, devoid of any life whatsoever. Yet Lyney's tired eyes that seemed to get glossier by the second held plenty of life. "You're completely losing it."
No matter how hard Lyney tried, he couldn't possibly ignore his feelings for you. He could only pretend for so long. With every passing day, whether he saw you or not, his veil began to fall. The illusion he set up for himself was slowly dissipating and the harsh reality of how much he loved and cared for you was showing. It scared him. It scared him so much that he desperately tried to pick up the pieces to rebuild his lies.
Lyney could lie to the world all he wanted, but he couldn't lie to himself. Not anymore.
If reqs are still open could I get the basketball club boys with reader who likes to fall asleep/lay on their chest? Totally fine if not, thanks!
Ace, Jamil and Floyd with a s/o who likes to fall asleep on their chest
Ace x reader, Jamil x reader, Floyd x reader
Ace’s a stuttering mess.
A blush coating his cheeks, scarlet blooming on his skin. Vibrant flowers that spread to both his ears in turn. His mouth falls open, lips fumbling around desperately. Trying to form words, but the letters all fall off the tip of his tongue, emotions running free.
How could he even speak? There were no words in language to describe the pure bliss flowing through his veins. You, leaning against his chest. Hand clutching at his uniform loosely, mouth just ever so slightly open…
He’ll be stock still for a few moments, before a trembling hand reaches for your sleeping form. Gingerly wrapping his arm around you, a casual embrace. One he’ll explain off with a shrug and a laugh if anyone asked.
“They just took a nap right here. Crazy, right?”
Boyish bluster, typical of Ace. Yet no amount of his excuse could explain away the sappy smile playing on his lips whenever Ace looked at you.
If you wake up, the first thing you’ll see is Ace’s smirk, dripping with smugness. Arms tugging you back to his embrace, laughing all the way. He’ll ask if you had sweet dreams, jabbing your cheek playfully. Well, with the way you were drooling all over his chest, you had a great nap.
Isn’t Ace just the best pillow?
Feel free to come to him anytime, yeah?
Jamil sighs.
Honestly, couldn’t you find a better place to take a nap? He’ll chide you under his breath, words as soft as spring’s gentle breeze. Shaking his head, tutting his disapproval.
Of course, his arms are snaking around your torso, bringing you closer to him. For all his exasperation, Jamil just can’t find it in his heart to wake you. Not when you’re lying right in his chest, every breath coming out in little puffs. They waft against his skin, warmth lingering like feather light kisses.
Gently, he’ll lift you up. Placing you on his lap, head resting against his collarbone. Jamil’s hands rest on your back, palms flat against your skin. Moving in ceaseless circles, rubbing your back for the sake of having something to do.
He isn’t too used to staying idle for long.
Although he has to admit, a break like this isn’t too bad once in awhile. Especially if you’re here, all curled up against his. It isn’t too bad, feeling your warmth melt against his, heartbeats slowing until they beat in sync. Beat as one.
Even if you wake up, Jamil just might feign sleep. Head leaning into the crook of your shoulders, arms reluctant to let go of your torso. A faint pink tinging his cheeks, a soft little whisper slipping out of his lips.
A little longer, please, love.
Floyd has to stop himself from laughing.
You’re rather brave, aren’t you? Letting your guard down right in front of him like that. Dropping onto his chest, dozing away. Cheek pressing into his chest, soft like dough. Your eyelids squeezed shut, every breath wafting against Floyd’s skin. Like the gentle caress of the sea, lapping against the shore.
Aren’t you just the cutest little thing, shrimpy?
Floyd immediately wraps you in his arms, yanking you closer to him. Plopping you right on his lap, cradling you in his embrace. Maybe he’ll sneak in a squeeze or two, giving you a tight little hug. Anything to feel you closer to his body. To feel your warmth bleed into his skin. Almost the heat of a roaring fireplace, illuminating the depths of his heart.
He leans over you, engulfing you in his lanky frame. Wrapping around you protectively, a passionate embrace. He never takes his eyes off your sleeping form, finger poking at your nose teasingly. The way you scrunch it up is so fun to watch.
Floyd pokes and prods, chuckling at your unconscious reactions. Of course, he’ll never wake you. Not intentionally, anyways.
When You Have An Secret Admirer - And Everybody Thinks It's Them (1; Heartslabyul)
A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it. Yet now, it seems like there are quite a few misunderstandings on campus...and everyone thinks they have finally found that secret admirer.
Spin-off of the first 'secert admirer' series + form of headcanons
note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone being mistaken for the secret admirer. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation.]
"Hey...you think he could be the famous admirer of the Ramshakle prefect?"
Ace Trappola
The first time Ace has heard of such whispers was when he was with you out in the hallways.
Students on the other side whispering amongst themselves, a clique subtly pointing at him...and eavesdropping on their suspicions...
"...You guys think its Trappola? He's always hanging around with the prefect ever since day one..."
Man, Ace was so close to spitting out his drink.
Did he just hear this right? Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait! He...didn't hear that just now, did he?
"Yeah, can't be anyone else. Have you seen how he looks at them?"
Oh no, he did right.
...Ha! Haha! Seriosuly? No way, does just...everyone in campus believe such crap? Haha, it can't be...
Though he tries to brush it all off, Ace quickly ushered you away from the hallways and anywhere where there wasn't a single soul. He couldn't bare to hear more.
But, seriously? Nah. No, no, no waaaay could...could Ace pull such cringy, gushy stuff. No one could seriously think he would even write a love letter, right?
Pfff, no. Ace isn't the type to even be capable of getting some notes for alchemy class right, or, or to get some flyin' mirror from somewhere, let alone steal roses from his own dorm. Have you seen how angry Riddle gets?
Totally in denial. Well, he is not that oh-so-great secret admiiiireeer, so what is there to deny? Nothing, that's what!
There are certainly a bunch of students that doubt he would and could do that...but others only believe it more.
The trickster Trappola. Your best friend who always looks out for you, always sticks with you even if he gets himself in trouble and seems to always look at you a certain way...
After all, guys tease those they like, right?
The whsipers get louder and louder throughout the week and Ace is visibly getting uneasy. You note and tell him how more fidgety and sweaty he seems recently but he brushes it all off with a scoff and a joke as usual.
He tried to think of a way to end this gossip...or at least escape it. But Ace will not ever think of avoiding you just for some stupid rumors. He is your friend, your best friend and he isn't gonna be a chicken and disappear into thin air just some idiots cannot tell the obvious - that Ace just isn't that romantic.
Would you like him to be more romantic...?
Alas, one day in the dorm, a few students approach him and directly ask him if he is the admirer. They may not have evidence but considering how the ace of hearts hangs around you like a leech, there is no other way that he doesn't like you.
Ace cracks an nervous grin and shrugs it all off despite pearls of sweat running down his face and tainting his jacket. Pff, whuat? Crazy such a claim, crazy he says! How deeply wounded he is by this suspicion!
Ace is honest and says, hey, he ain't the admirer. He ain't the romantic type either, he's just looking out for you, you know? Like the good classmate that he is.
A few believe that he is incapable of doing such acts and that it wouldn't fit his character at all. Though, that does not deter many to think that he does hold some feelings for you with how he is acting...
It just makes him more nervous.
Deuce Spade
Deuce coughed and cleared his throat the first time he heard such rumors at his club. Jack offered him water.
H-H-H-Huh??? WH-Wh-What, him? Him, Deuce Spade being your secret admirer?! Why would anyone think that?!
Genuinely baffled and surprised at this conclusion a few of his classmates came up with. How could he, Deuce, ever...be considered something close to a secret admirer?
But once he hears a few 'theories' his face is blooming a bright and deep red.
Constantly at your side? Protecting you in the smallest of ways like a hero? Giddy like a kid in a candy store when he gets praise from you? The thought of an ex-delinquent protecting and caring for someone being the ultimate proof that he is in love?!
L-L-L-Love?
H-Hold up! That can't be right! Deuce cares for you and you are his bestie but...! It isn't, it can't be...!
Too dumbfounded and embarrassed to do anything in the beginning. The thoughts and rumors of him even having feelings for you and people believing him to have done the things the admirer did, are constantly swirling in his mind. Day and night.
It's all getting too much...until only a handful of people approach him and ask.
Others back up in fear. "Hey, man, watch out! If you say anything wrong about his partner, the delinquent guy will beat you black and blue!"
WHAT
DELINQUENT GUY? P-P-PARTNER?!
Well, they are right, if someone were to hurt you, he would beat them up.
BUT ITS NOT ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.
With the biggest blush on his face and back straight as a candle, Deuce seems like an upright, studious boy who loudly corrects them, saying it's all not true! Y-You are just his best f-friend!
The gossip affects him so much that he comes running to you, lips in a nervous but tight line, eyes as big as a deers and face blooming like a rose.
"I AM NOT YOUR SECRET ADMIRER!"
Unwittingly he blurts out but softly tells you of the rumors right after. He just doesn't want there to be a misunderstanding.
He fiddles with his fingers, quietly continuing; "Because, uhm...if I did like you like that...I'd be more direct with you than that admirer could ever be."
Cater Diamond
Eh, what? Cater? And being a secret admirer?
Hah! That is almost cute and flattering! But, uh...well, a bit embarrassing, too...
Some argue of how he always calls you 'cute' or wants to take selfies with you...but he does so with everyone.
Yet Cater has a tendency to call you his 'favorite, cute juniour' just like Trey.
Cater is one actually able to laugh it all off genuinely - but at the same time he does not deny any of these claims. Yeah, you are super cute and have they seen these pics? They must have with how many hearts they got on Magicam~
He isn't gonna go around telling people that he fancies you but he is sure to casually tell them, no, he isn't the admirer. Very flattering (and bold) that you assume that though!
Will straight up go to you and say the obvious. He is not, in fact, your dear, darling admirer but that doesn't mean he doesn't admire you at all~
Trey Clover
Uhm???
Trey laughed sheepishly, hiding his blush under his hat.
This isn't...That's not right!
Everytime he'd hear a whisper, he unwittingly gets nervous. The thought of him doing the admirer's deeds...and even worse, people believing him to be them!
It's stress and drama he didn't ask for.
Although it is kinda a nice thought...while the actions of the admirer, the gifts and confessions of love are too embarassing for Trey, the thought of him making you fluster and blush is nice...
Very nice.
With a sigh, he shakes the thought of. He isn't them. No matter how much he wishes he was.
So with a sheepish grin and a bit of a stutter he clears his name. Riddle would have his head if he did any of these things!
With a ruffle of your hair he confesses. Don't worry, he isn't lovesick. He just likes you normally.
Riddle Rosehearts
SPITS OUT HIS TEA
Excuse him?! What did he just hear?! Doesn't matter if it was not meant for him to hear, off with your head! ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
So...absurd! There's no way such gossip is being spread in his dorm, is it?! Riddle already once had an awful reputation. There's no need for one made out of lies!
...Even if the image of him writing love letters and handing you gifts does fit him...Riddle would never steal from his own dorm!
He would never cause such a wreck as that "secret admirer" has. It's insulting to compare Riddle to them, lest even think he IS them!
Though he hears of the rumors, no one has the gall to approach him. That doesn't stop his anger as he gets more and more agitated everytime he even hears your name slip off someone's lips.
"The Housewarden totally favors them, after all..."
"He invites them to Unbirthday parties all the time."
"And acts like a gentleman then!"
Red, red, red. Riddle's face blooms in a deep crimson but it isn't blood rushing to his head in anger, it is a blush of embarassment.
Each one of them is right.
He cannot take his feelings being dangled in front of his face like that. It's all so, so true but he shall never admit it.
Riddle will have to clear his name it seems for all of this to stop.
It's difficult - not many believe him considering how agitated he becomes at the topic, at the mention of you.
Yet he managed to calm the crowd...all there was left was to tell you the truth as well.
"Im sure youve heard of it," he began dryly even as he tried to hide his blush. "But you know me and I would never callously break the rules like that just to...confess. No."
He then turned to you, his voice firmer and eyes softer. "If I wanted to court you, I'd do it in a way you deserve."
The ringing of metal cutlery clashing against glass plates is the only sound that fills the great hall. It echoes, far beyond where it should. The high ceilings and wide walls make sure of it.
Malleus has never felt at a loss of words before. It’s strange for him, let alone with his grandmother. The questions - they’re stuck in his throat. Like his own body is protecting him from the answers.
His grandmother is quiet too. The two of them have never been garrulous fae, but it’s never been awkward before. He’s never felt afraid to speak his mind.
She usually indulges him. She always has: chatter of gargoyles and grotesques when he first found the encyclopedia in the castle library. All the nonsense he’d spouted off about when he had no one else to talk to. She’d smile and listen, much better than most.
The table is too long. He’ll have to speak up, so she’ll hear. At her age, her hearing is only about as a good as the average human’s. If he mumbles or trips over his words, it’ll all be lost in the distance between them.
The table is meant for many, but the chairs have all been cleared away. The two of them sit at the heads of the table; the only place for the current and future rulers.
A servant comes to take away their finished plates, leaving the table empty, except for the black and silver cloth that stretches the length of the hardwood. The Draconia sigil is embroidered in gold at each corner.
“Do you have much on your mind, grandmother?”
She smiles gently. “Not at all. I’m just tired from the diplomacy. I’m sure you’ve realized by now how exhausting it all can be. Enjoy this time, before your responsibilities chain you,” she laughs.
Malleus frowns. “What did you think of Yuu?”
She responds casually, but a moment too late for there not to be awkwardness: “They were very nice.”
“And?”
“And what, dear?” she replies, pausing for a moment to sip the last bit of red liquid swirling in her wine glass.
“Are you not…upset? I know you have plans for me, that you intend to wed me to some high-born, but grandmother-”
“Not for another two hundred years,” she interrupts. “You’ll be older, there will be time for you to settle into governance.”
He’s stunned into silence for a few seconds. “Why does it…”
“Have your fun, my dear. I understand young love. I was once coming into adulthood too.”
“Yuu isn’t ’fun,’” Malleus stares down at the gold sigil. “Grandmother, I love them.”
“I know, Malleus.”
“Then why? Why are you fine with our relationship?”
“Because I know it will resolve itself before you’ll have to attend to your duties.”
“Resolve? We will not break up over some simple lover’s quarrel, I assure you.”
“Oh, Malleus. I’m sorry, but Yuu is human. They’ll be with you but a tiny fraction of your life. I have no doubt in your love, but this is reality. Things will come to their natural conclusion.”
“Then I want to marry them. As soon as possible.”
His grandmother stands from the table. “Let’s not be rash. I understand how you feel, but a royal wedding is too big an event for it to happen in another hundred years once your beloved has passed.”
“It won’t happen again. I will never be in love, unless it should be with Yuu. I will never marry again or have a family with anyone else. The Draconias will end with me.”
She sighs. “Malleus…I know in time you’ll see, I only have your best interests at heart.”
“Yuu does not have time. You promised, once I graduated I could have anything I wish as a gift. I want Yuu. Let me wed them.”
“Is it the crown you want, or them?”
“I’ve made it clear what choice I will make, if it comes to it.”
He feels a tinge of grief in his heart when his grandmother’s face saddens.
“I see. Malleus…sometimes when I look at you, it’s as though I’m seeing your mother again. I do not wish to lose you. Not as I have her,” she pauses. “Please, bring Yuu to the castle tomorrow. I wish for us all to talk.”
“Of course, grandmother. Thank you.”
She smiles at him weakly.
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Quick note: This is just an idea I had (that I don’t really believe would be Malleus’ grandmother’s canon attitude) but I thought would be fun and angsty to explore. Malleus introducing his beloved to the last family member he has left, and his grandmother being apathetic, not out of malevolence but because she knows where this is going.
She’s seen humans die in practically the blink of an eye, so it would be hard for her to encourage Malleus to become seriously devoted to this relationship, knowing how he’ll get hurt. This isn’t really about any kind of political marriage that she wishes to make for him, more about feeling sadness for his loss to come, and knowing that he won’t get a happy ending with Yuu how he wishes. I imagine in this drabble that she may have had her own ‘young love’ experience with a human (or maybe just friendships) that have made her more apathetic to the lives and deaths of humans, as a sort of coping mechanism to deal with the grief and pain of losing and living without someone for the hundreds of years she’s lived.
Hi! I've seen some posts going around about Epel's accent and Vil correcting him. From what I gathered Epel has a pretty farmland accent that can be basically indecipherable so Vil being hard on him for it is both 'this is kind of casual' and 'i have no idea what you're saying' but could still be kind of elitist/classist. But I see some people saying Vil is just correcting Epel because he's swearing a lot?
Thank you so much for this question! Reading through just the EN adaptation of Book 5, I think I can understand why people might be annoyed by Vil’s wording: in English, he says outright that Epel should “speak properly,” as if his natural dialect is somehow improper and objectively “wrong.”
But his original line is closer to, “Speak more politely”! (The translations in these images are just more literal rewordings of the original dialogue, not meant to be corrections or improvements over EN’s localization)
I think the game was aware of the risk it was taking by having Vil give such an order, which is why it has Epel immediately jump to that assumption himself, so that Vil can explain it is not Epel’s hometown pride he has an issue with, but rather the outdated mindset that comes with it.
While softened on EN, Epel is quite misogynistic in the original game. He also repeats the same insult three times, possibly as an example of his limited vocabulary, which is another of Vil’s projects.
While Epel does say that Vil has told him not to use the accent specifically, Vil explains that he just wants him to consider the time, place and occasion for it.
Question: But then why does Vil order him to drop the accent entirely if the only problem is that he’s speaking rudely? Surely he can just speak politely while keeping his accent?
Answer: There is another layer to this that is more difficult to explain in English, but I shall try!
The Japanese language has multiple verb forms that change depending upon who you’re talking to at the time. “Meshagaru,” “taberu” and “kuu” are three different ways to say “eat,” for example, depending on how polite you want to be.
In the beach scene (and anywhere we get his Harveston dialect), Epel immediately shifts into casual/impolite verb forms.
I searched for the most formal interaction involving characters speaking in the Harveston dialect that I could find (where the mayor is apologizing to Marja), and even there, the character was using casual/informal verb forms.
So that is what Vil is actually getting at: he wants Epel to use polite speech around his senpai and teachers, but Epel’s original dialect might just not adhere to that system.
The Harveston dialect clearly has its own ways to denote politeness, which must make sense when you’re there, but outside of Harveston what is a harmless and natural way of speaking becomes offensive from the perspective of everyone else (when Marja adapts her speaking patterns so that the visiting NRC students can understand her, she uses polite forms).
Not able to have a student from his dorm obliviously insulting everyone around him through his verb forms, Vil bans Epel’s accent entirely, presumably so that Epel can grow more accustomed to interacting with people from other countries and then learn to judge for himself the times, places and occasions outside of Harveston where that degree of informality is appropriate :>
(Omake: I conferred with an American friend who told me it sounds like this is the opposite of how things are in the US, where sometimes it is assumed that people from more rural communities use more polite speech (using "sir" and ma'am") than people in cities, so they visit cities and are surprised by forms are expression that are considered rude where they come from. This is the same, but backwards! Epel is going from a laidback rural village to a more populated location where polite speech is expected of everyone, and is experiencing culture shock as a result.)
Lilia was all giddy and jumpy the second you said yes to him trying to do makeup on you. He wanted to have you guys match each other so he had offered to do it.
He had you sit on a chair in the bathroom and he sat on your lap because he said he could ‘get a better angle’ but in reality he really just wanted to be closer to you. As he was doing it he would give you kisses on your nose and forehead telling you how good you were being since you were staying still. If you weren’t staying still he would lightly hit you with the makeup brush. You could see how happy he was to be doing this for you since he was smiling and laughing the whole time.
Once he had finished he would cling onto you for the whole rest of the day pretty much showing you off to people since you are the best girlfriend/boyfriend/partner ever.
“Silver! Sebek! Do you notice anything different today?”
You were feeling under the weather and had low energy, so Lilia did for you what he would always do for Malleus and Silver.
He turned into his tiny bat form to cuddle you.
You were surprised when a bat flew through the window to you.
“Are you one of Lilia’s?”
The bat cooed at you before nuzzling you. You couldn’t help it; you smiled and held it close.
“Aren’t you a sweet one?”
You watched the bat got the spoon and bottle of medicine by your side to you. You huffed and shook your head. You were tired of medicine. You were tired of this whole sickness.
Bat Lilia proceeded to drop both items to your lap because giving you the biggest puppy like eyes you have ever seen.
Cute.
You sighed and patted him on the head before taking the medication.
“You’re just like your master. I didn’t even know bats can do puppy eyes.”
Bat Lilia made some chirping noises before pulling your blanket up as you laid to sleep, the medicine taking effect.
You gestured to the bat and he all to willingly came to you. You cuddled him as you both difted off to sleep.
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