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Malleus’s House Alphabet’s coming soon !

Expect a massive gothiv castle !

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House Alphabet : Malleus's version

Author’s notes : Expect Vil’s version to follow soon !

Disclaimer : Malleus and you can be read as married for that especially. And him as king in terms of main cause of it.

A = Affection.

How much do they care of the house ?

Knowing you both live within a castle that is as gigantic as it is known to host in numerous noble families…Chores and housework is certainly one of the last thing on his mind.

B = Body language

Do you remark any shift in character when your partner returns home ?

Within your personnal appartments, also known as the royal bedchambers, Malleusis nothing but tender and wishing to help.

Especially when knowing better than anyone else how draining it is to hold up your composure for so long.

C = Care

From decoration, to cleaning how much could you consider them involved ?

Malleus is definetely very attentive to your wishes, especially when it come to your own confort : You just has to ask.

D = Domesticity

How do staying home with them feel ?

If you both didn’t had to act like a perfection couple from the moment you stepped out of your quarters, surely it be idyllic.

So outside of that first aspect, he is definetely the one to make sure your shared load of paperwork do not end swarming you to the point you can’t see the end of it.

E = Emergency Contact

Do you have Antoine in mine in case of trouble coming your way ? What about them ?

Surprisingly, Malleus’s grandmother Maleficia has her fair share of advices to give, that makes one— For you at least.

Which is understanable given the certain distance between Malleus and his grandmother while she is still a primordial part of his life. Both as a person to get along with for you. And politically-speaking given her experience.

Reguarding Malleus himself, from past experiences alone he would still be more inclined to inquire towards you. Especially given how Lilia is also now enjoying his late retreat with in the Red Dragon Country.

F = Fair.

How pretty do your house come off to an outsiders eye ?

Do they ever let other people's opinions about your house turn into a matter of ego ?

Pretty is certainly a very human way to describe the imposing masterpiece that is Black Castle. And just by entering this place of dark stones that réels as if the castle itself was born from sprouting tower after tower as if there never be enough to Watch over the city…Clearly, Malleus’s love for architecture can’t steam from anywhere else but that place.

So really the Briar Valley’s royal castle isn’t just pretty. But both a warning in itself attesting of the Draconia House’s might, and their global otherworldiness compared to their fae peers.

G = Guarded

How are they with security ?

Do they care ?

What are their opinion about it, and specific measures ?

Security is naturally tight given Sebek’s post as the Royal Guard’s very general.

But Malleus’s own concern is one so personnal Sebek’s overvigilance is closer to a background measure than the actual intent behind it.

After all rumours of him going as far as to weave protection spell into your wedding attire is far from being exagerated, right ?

Still, in the end Malleus isn’t one for half-measure when hé can be both simultanously contributing, in charge of, and being himself all the security you shall ever need.

And yes, both his dragon form and Overblot self are to take in account should certains date to try and find a potentiel flow to exploit in order to harm you.

H = Hospitality

How willing are they to let others come in there ?

Much more willing than most would think, but luckily for Malleus you are certainly more than glad to get involved in diplomatic travels.

If only just to have a breath from the court.

J = Judging

How nitpicky is your partner reguarding other people's own living place ?

Are they vocal about the flaw they might remark ?

Giving how the royal palace host people where the sole distinction is their dégrée of closeness to the throne : There is very little to be nitpicky about without indirectly judging his own or his ancestors’s tastes.

So to spare yourselves to look out for a red unsavory rumours, Malleus keep his observations for himself— And you, of course.

K = Key

How often do they lose it ? If at all.

Once again, what are those ?

The palace is guarded, hell even your own quarters during the beginning of you settling within the palace.

So really…Why would he need keys in his own home ?

L = Location

How accessible is your house ?

What about the global area you live in ?

Location : Draconopolis,Thorn Valley’s royal capital

Given the far war’s context you’ve been caught in during his Overblot, it all surely make things easier to believe. Such as the fact that it is very likely that no human ever stood within the capital.

M = Material.

Any particular textile, or other matter that your partner favor when it comes to the House ?

Aside from : Limestone, sandstone, or marble, and every other hard stone used to build gargoyles…Black Silk native to Thorn Valley is a textile he do favor.

But not quite in terms of decoration when his sleeping robes made from that textile content him enough due to your opinion on the matter.

Because surely one can’t deny he would look gorgeous in such, right ?

O = Organisation

Do they have any sort of quirks when it come to rearranging stuff ? How good are they generally about it

It would be quite undise to call him good at rearranging stuff when Malleus is quite prone to use magic, which can for sure count as cheating in that context.

P = Plants

Do you both have any in there ?

Could you say they have a green thumb ?

Surprisingly, this might be the sole activity Malleus do not put his magic to use as much as the rest.

R = Rythm

Do they have any habit you would recognize their return with ?

Well, in that context having him stay up late is very unlikely given one thing : You.

As yes Malleus cherish the time he can spend with you more than anything.

But if he has one habit that may rearrange your entire opinion about how evenning should go, that be : Bringing his paperwork to bed.

As unfortunately preparing certain festivities do require that much— Like your how renewal, if you’re into it.

S = Safe zone

Do they have their own space ? A special place they may have personnalized, or favor when needing to rest their mind ?

As short answer : You and your bedroom works perfectly fine.

But to tell the whole story Malleus isn’t picky at all. As long as he have you by his side, the time and place do not truly matter even if he may have to put a dignified front in certain cases.

T = Time

At what point did you start wondering about living toghether ?

The end of your scholarity at NRC was undeniably the starting point of such comtemplation on Malleus’s end.

As the idea to have to bear the Briar Valley’s Senate’s machinations to find him a ‘suitable’ partner was a hard pass for him.

U = Unique.

How personnalized do your house feel ?

It the decoration akin to an extension of yourselves, or simply with little personnal touch ?

Certains says a ruler’s reign is a debt they owe to History itself. So for personnalization, your range is quite limited as in the end : Black Castle is still a monument subjected to the passing of every Draconia monarch.

Not just you and Malleus.

V = Vibes

In what aesthetic does your house fit in ?

Definetely a mix of Gothic Medieval and Victorian architecture.

Which make for a towering, dark castle always alight due to an inhumanely high quantity running through it’s walls and inhabitants.

W = Wealth

How much would you estimate your shared living place's cost ?

Would it be affordable for most people ?

Given how Black Castle could be classified as both a dynastic monument, and historical treasure.

The task of listing how many people’s wealth could help affording it, despite the riot to expect from nocturnal faes, is quite easy :

Probably the sole two top wealths in the world, so the Asim family and Shroud.

Y = To yourselves

How would quality time goes between the walls of your shared living space when truly alone ?

Feels simultanously like a dream come true, and a well-earned rest after a busy day.

So clearly, Both of you are spent in a way that leave you two so weary only a red things could get you moving.

I let you decide what ;)

Z = Zombie

Think you and your partner could survive an apocalypse, or any other time of societal collapse in your shared living place ?

Actually the final verdict is fairly easy for this one : Hard yes, but not for the reason you might think.

But let’s get onto it briefly :

Firstly, Briar Valley is an awfully isolated place where the Closer you get to the royal capital and the less and less human you enconter.

Which massively reduce infection propagation’s risk as human are certain to be the ones carrying it.

( Draconopolis itself is an exclusively non-human populated zone for that reason.)

And the second most important reason of all ?

Malleus himself, singe as king hard choices would have to be made during such crisis.

Which might lead to a general Wales of exterminative expéditions : Which would effectively keep you, and the whole kingdom safe.

And yes his reflection do work with that order of priorities.

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Fluffy Alphabet : Silver's version

Author's notes : Due to major phone problemsI might need to take a one week hiatus, until I get a new one.

Until then I might pause all activity on this account, so here a new piece as quiet apology.

S = Secret

Anything they may hide from their partner ? How safe do they feel around them ?

From another loved one to protect, to an anchor : That is what you eventually become to Silver.

At first he puts his all into making sure you're happy, until finally coming to term with the fact that your happiness is in majority induced by him.

It is a slow shift in mentality for the young knight, but a slow way to also help him with his own low self-esteem.

As in for safety, the safe place you procure him is perhaos even greater than what Lilia himself give him. You be surprised to find out how quickly he ends up sharing thoughts about his remaining feelings of inadequency, or how much he owes to the bat fae.

Meanwhile, on the funnier side Silver is willing to share annecdoct about Lilia's peculiar parentint style. Even early within the relationship.

Which at least leave you prepared to evade the old mans culinary disasters.

I = Insight

How much self-aware are they ?

It might be surprising, but Silver is quite the peculiar case on this matter :

He is deathly self-aware when it come to his upbriging, and yet still is a perfect fit for the ' facepalm briguade' when it come to everything else.

Which is oddly comical at best, and endearingly annoying at worst.

L : Lovebombing

How do the honeymoon phase goes with them ?

You wonder if you both did ever left that phase.

As for the honeymoon phase in itself, Silver is as knightly as can be. Precautionous, earnest despite being a man of few words and undeniably protective.

Even after years pass, the softness with which he look at you never seems to dim.

V : Voicing

What gesture of theirs feels like a silent reminder that they do love you ?

Reguarding Silver, you might be surprised of how strangely constant he is reguarding making you feel cherished.

Even if the time you've both spent is very limited, you may one day find him preparing you a good stock of dishes until his next day off— Or simply having birds delivering to you short but heartfelt lettres about surprising things that may have occured during the day.

E = Excuses

Anything funny to note from their behaviour ?

Silver is clueless, that much is one thing about him you've grown quite desentized to.

It's not exactly his fault if certain social cues are out of his realm of expertise given his upbriging.

And Lilia's advices confuse him even more most of the time.

Which is another detail that make your opinion even more important to the young knight.

R = Reliability

How involved are they reguarding your dates ?

As stated before, Silver's time with you is awfully scarce at the beginning of your relationship.

So a few missed dates are unfortunately common. Until he do take the simple precaution to guard you himself, and even after receiving Malleus's authorization you can count on Sebek to keep watch on you.

So how much of your dates's success can you take as his ? Enough to know hé cares, even as the demate in itself remain up to you. Despite the rare times during which the lad do have an idea in mind, and you can bet Silver either took note from Lilia's, Malleus's or even Sebek's suggestions.

Which in turns make your dates pretty diverse : From karaoke, to simple strolls around Sage Island, to venturing in shops and restaurants.

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Under house arrest...Or not

Silver's off-days as royal knight are a very few.

Which he isn't fond of, as it does put a strain on how much time he can spend with you, his spouse. All despite his willingness to go as far as to run back and forty between the cottage and the capital— An idea you were quick to discourage him from, when knowing the massive distance between Mount Dread and Draconopolis.

But when those days off do finally come, his knight reflexes only seems heightenned.

As for once the man apparently cannot just lay down in bed with you, but just has to check every new feature and probable damages within the house. And thzt is to take in account besides his meal prep time.

—Oh, you're already awake ? It seems I've lost track of time there. But don't worry, I be back in just a few minutes."

And to your own annoyance, becoming an adult hadn't been of help to allow him to graduate from the 'facepalm briguade'.

Because ever since saying those words once you've inevitably caught sight of him through the cottage's windows, as he was checking the house's very rooftop— By collecting reports of his dear animal friends while hé got his hands busy outside.,

Ever since, your dear silver-haired husband was nowhere to be seen.

Still, time had made you used enough to not be too annoyed. But instead choose to wait and see, and in turn trusting him to indeed be back in a few minutes.

But time passed slower than you've anticipated as you've made your way back to your shared room.

Soon minutes began to feel as endless as the number of time he had unknowingly gave up on being besides you when he could.

Your patience hit a cold zero with the violence of an hard rain, as you came to term with that knowledge.

What did you expect ? He's not all yours.

So before more of these bitter thoughts could arise in you, you've got back on your feet.

And walked out of the room.

Then out of the house, with an heavy hard and a tight throat.

You couldn't just appear and shake him awake in tears. You knew that, and so on tried to remain understanding.

After all he was still a knight, even on days off, a protector expected to stand against known and unknown threats.

So of course he would apply that mentality to you, and everything else.

You've finally reached the house's door. Took in a breath and then openned it, already bracng to notice how once again the man of your dream had vaporized.

But instead, an odd scent greeted your exit.

Soon, beckonned by curiousity and quiet apprehension you've followed it, as your feets soon walked upon the cold grass.

Over you the sun was warm enough to testify that dawn had long passed.

Therefore, bright enough to make your husband stand out remarkably among the beginning of the dark forest scenery surrounding your home.

Silver wasn't standing, but kneeling before a three's trunk where he seemed to have previously disposed the food which the scent of you've been following : That food being two places of some story of risotto given the aspect, and your spouse's love for this particular dish.

Meanwhile that same spouse arboured more casual clothing for once, noticibly a dark lilac wool sweater you remember having recently payed during one of the rare time keeping the house clean didn't took all of your time.

The ride there had been...challenging today the least, especially reguarding horse riding without his help, but you had done it.

Reached town untouched. Walked into several shop's until finding a small one ticked into an alley.

Saw the clothes there, and immediately thought of the kneeling man before you, and how it would fit it perfectly.

And given the present sight, you had nothing but praises for yourself at the moment.

Until of course, he saw you.

A smile, being of one of these slight but cute ones only he could make, spreaded across his princely face.

Soon he got back up and came to you.

The sweater's sleeves were rolled up, you soon remarked.

Had he just cut that three, then remember the food he made and used the trunk as makeshift table ?

You wondered, which didn't sounded like a far stretch given Silver's love for nature and the present sight at hand.

—...I thought I had a little more time before you came back for me."

His sheepish voice brought you back to reality. Where he stood face-to-face with you with undeniable love and quite some anticipation in his eyes. "But I hope you slept well, at least.

"And, the food is still kind of warm, so shall we ? Because I think we should be quick before the bird take all the meat for themselves.""

Soon that love couldn't be clearer as he offered you his hand, black gloved one, to take.

Of course, you took it. Soon unable not to smile before the gesture at hand.

One glance taken at the makeshift table made it widen, and you chuckling a little.

—Well good thing I woke up earlier than usual. Because your birdy friends are surely having a feast, right now."

At your words, his own smile widenned before laughter followed.

One that was short-lived, for Silver soon turned head towards your plate.

And paled, the birds were indeed pecking at it.

— Hey ! No— I get you sole, but that's ours !'

He soon barked, a rare sight that had surely got a few new knights freezing in their boots.

Meanwhile you could only stiffle your own chuckles.

Both at the sight before you, and the situation itself.

...How could you ever think he— Your darling husband, of all people, would ever leave you behind ?

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Peek-A-Boo: Panties!

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde

Diasomnia x fem!reader | Established Relationship (Dating) | After NRC AU (+18) He ends up walking in on you as you're undressing! How does he react?

Malleus Draconia

You were doing some dress shopping for a very important political event with Malleus. You were behind a thick velvet curtain while standing on a wooden platform surrounded by mirrors. It was kinda nice checking yourself out with so many angles. You stripped yourself down to your underwear to try on the dress in your hands, only to have an unexpected set of eyes peeping on you.

"Malleus." You frowned and held the dress against your body. Your shoulders sagged as the Fae blinked. His head was sticking through the thick curtains as he admired your almost nude body. "Excuse you." You made a shooing motion with your hand as Malleus began to suppress a pout. "I wanted to see you..." He grumbled and you fought back a smile.

If you show him that his behavior is cute; it'll enable him. "You'll see me once I put the dress on. Now get out, before the shop owner thinks the future king is a voyeur..." You shooed him away a second time as he showed you his pensive downturned gaze and slowly withdrew from the dressing space. However he did stick his arm through to show you a pair of heels that would go very well with your dress.

Lilia Vanrouge

You were having a sleepover with Lilia and he excused himself to let you change into your pajamas. He went to take a shower and wash his face as the two of you prepared for a long night of fun! As you removed your clothes and reached for the clip on your bra, the door opened.

Lilia was nude and dripping with water. You yelped in shock as he smiled at you with his hands on his hips. "Forgive me, it seems I forgot my towel! Don't mind me." His tone was cheerful as he entered the bedroom and grabbed a neon pink towel that was thrown over a full body mirror in the corner of the room. You didn't have time to react and cover yourself. You were stunned seeing Lilia naked.

He threw the towel over his shoulder and made his way back to the door. "Well don't take too long changing! Once I'm back I have many plans for you. You'll have to keep up your stamina until sunrise." He snickered before closing the door with a click. He was talking about video games, right?

Silver Vanrouge

Silver is your knight in shining black armor wherever you go. You were changing into your pajamas and he was standing guard outside of the bedroom. However, as you got to your underwear, a mouse frightened you, and Silver entered the room.

"Wha-" He started to speak but you had already jumped on the bed with your pajamas bunched in your hands. Silver had reached for his sword but relaxed with flushed cheeks once he saw the mouse. "A peeping tom..." Silver had a loathsome expression as he caught the mouse by the tail. "Sorry you had to see that." He nodded at you, his eyes momentarily darted over your body before he awkwardly turned away.

"Thank you, Silver." You watched him give you a stiff nod as the mouse squeaked and chirped in his palms. The door was pulled shut and you heard Silver carry the mouse outside. He was quiet for the rest of the night. But the stern look on his face wasn't of distress, but satisfaction.

Sebek Zigvolt

While visiting Sebek's parents, his mom accidentally spilled tea on your clothes. Thankfully it was iced and didn't scald your skin, but your clothes were soaked. She ushered you into Sebek's room while she found something for you to change into. However, Sebek took it upon himself to bring you something instead. But you had already gotten your clothes off and were reaching for your bra.

"Beloved! I have come to your aid!" He announced proudly as he threw the door open. Your back was facing him and you gasped in surprise. Your eyes blinking in shock at the sight of Sebek in the doorway with a black nightgown draped over his arm. You watched his pale face start to turn red as his eyes looked you over, then stayed glued to the floor.

"My mother is sorry! She... Had a dress that should fit you! I..." He trailed off with a soft clearing of his throat as he held the nightgown out for you to accept. It was mostly chiffon and lace and would go down to your ankles. "I'm sorry." He whispered before fleeing the room. He slammed the door so hard; the walls shook and the wooden photo frames danced.

[crypticalienn]

Hi hiiii how's your day been? I hope your doing well and getting lots of rest!

I LOVE your writing and got an idea that I really wanted to share with you.

Ok so I would love a writer!reader that does writing for fun but they take it very seriously and check to see if their writing is accurate to real life or not, I can imagine writer!reader just asking people with experience on said matter that they are writing about.

I can imagine asking Lilia, "Lilia you used to be a general right? Ok so have you ever been stabbed, if so how does it feel?" And Lilia just sitting there being like, "why do you ask prefect?? "

And they just explain that, their hobby is writing but they just want to make everything accurate.

Or they could ask how does dry blood on skin looks like and without context the twst boys would just look at the prefect with that concerned look you give when you heard someone say something crazy.

I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense english is not my native language and about how long this request is, I just really want to communicate it clearly to you so you won't get confused 😔😔

Oh! And thank you for reading this if you did!

‘Ancient tales for accuracy!’

In which yuu is a writer! It’s always been a passion they hold near and dear to their heart (๑˘︶˘๑) so what happens when they have a few creative ideas that absolutely must have accuracy to 100%? That’s simple! Ask a certain little bat fae who lived through it! /|\ ^._.^ /|\

Lilia Vanrouge x gn! Writer! Reader!

Content warnings: descriptions of violence and blood, slight angst but for the most part fluff, could be seen as platonic or romantic, reader is yuu/prefect,

A/n: Hello, my dear anon! (⁀ᗢ⁀) thank you so much for the request and kind words!!! I am in fact doing well so thank you, I hope you are as well! This definitely peaked my interest and I wanted to do strictly lilia first! It does get angsty and I sort of went off the rails a little bit but I still hope you enjoy!

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Hours.

It had been hours since your last class, hours since you returned to ramshackle, hours you had been stuck sitting at the old and oh so rickety wooden desk that had to be rebuilt countless times.

There were crumpled wads of paper overflowing the rusty wastebasket beside you, all of those papers with ink blotches and scribbled out words were a testament to your mountain frustration

Ever since you were little writing had been a sanctuary for you, something you turned turned to when you had ideas and needed to let your creativity go, something you had done just for the fun of it

It was something you simply enjoyed!

…

Truth be told though…today it felt like your own personal battlefield which was funny considering the fact that your story was literally about a war being fought on a literal battlefield!

Your protagonist was currently bleeding out, it was chapter fourteen and even though your writing so far had been going just as you wanted, it seemed that flow had come to a sudden pause.

All of your words started to feel hallow.

“A sharp pain tore through him as the blade pierced this skin..”

It was cliché! It was sterile! God it lacked the visceral and terrifying reality of violence! One you just couldn’t seem to get a grasp on…

You let out a groan of frustration as you slammed your pen down on the paper, a loud CLACK echoed through the room as you slumped back in the chair, one that if you had pushed back against harder it was sure to give out, the old wood already aged so bad it would give out just from the slightest tap

You knew that if you were going to write about survival and war you needed to understand the precipice of death…that would be easy in this new world since well..most people here had been face to face with it one way or another

As you thought more about it, the more a certain someone came to mind. The one person on campus who stood on that precipice more times than anyone could count.

Lilia vanrouge. Not only was he the vice housewarden of diasomnia he was also an ancient fae. One who had lived through decades of life, of change, of war and bloodshed..surely he was the perfect candidate to help you with your writers block!

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

After searching for a while, you found lilia in the botanical garden

He was crouched by a patch of vividly purple and..slightly ominous looking flora. His cheerful humming flowed through the air in a discordant tune. In one hand was a pair of gardening shears, ones that had more than likely been swiped from the shed crewel used for alchemy class and was carefully inspecting a thorny stem.

There were some quiet mumbles from him, ones you couldn’t quite make out fully…was..was he talking about the sap?

Using it as…as an ingredient??

Never mind that. You had business to attend to! You cleared your throat softly as you approached him

“Lilia?” You called out just loud enough to snap him out of his concentration as you clutched your leather bound notebook close to your chest

His pointy ears twitched slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, he paused his oh so delicate inspection as he set the sheers carefully on the ground. Soon he stood up as he began to brush any dirt from his knees with a silent grace

“Ah, prefect! Have you also come to admire the foliage? Oh! Or perhaps you wish to volunteer as a taste tester for my latest culinary experiment? You see the sap here would give a beautifully numbing taste to any dish!”

His fanged smile was bright as per usual, his crinkled with customary mischief as you thought for a moment, shivering at the thought of being a subject to lilia’s cooking again

The last time…well…let’s just say you had been bedridden for weeks and honestly that’s not really something you wanted to experience again

“Uh..well neither, actually” you gave an awkward smile as you clicked your pen a few times, readying your notebook

“You used to be a general right? If I’m not mistaken one in briar valley? I uh…well I have some questions for a scene I’m writing and I’d like for it to be completely accurate to what happens in real life”

Lilia raised a brow knowingly as he puffed out his chest, almost proudly while placing his hands on his hips

“Aha! So my little bat is seeking the wisdom of their elders! By all means ask away, my talented little scribe! Tactics? Logistics? The best way to terrify an entire enemy battalion or mayb-“

“No.”

Your voice cut through completely deadpan and serious before you let out an awkward chuckle. You shifted back and forth on your feet as you looked down at your notebook for a moment before your gaze met lilia’s again and suddenly you were totally serious

“I need to know what it physically feels like to be stabbed…and when you run someone through with a sword how much resistance does the ribcage actually offer before the blade gets stuck? Would it get stuck?”

Lilia’s hands, that were clasped in front of him suddenly went limp at his side

The silence of the botanical garden was absolute, save for the rhythmic dripping of condensation from the glass roof and periodic chirps of birds resting in treesz

He didn’t move. His cheerful smile didn’t Immediately vanish, but it froze, becoming a porcelain mask of sorts…

The usual playful and eccentric fae was suddenly gone, seemingly replaced entirely by a man that had survived centuries of bloodshed. The air around the two of you instantly grew heavy, thick with a sudden suffocating tension that made the hairs on your arms stand up

A long moment passed…well for you it felt like an eternity when in reality it was a minute or two

“Why do you ask me such..gruesome things, prefect?” His voice had dropped an octave, shedding it’s musical beat entirely. Your breath slightly hitched as you saw his eyes grow slightly darker for a moment, his voice was low, resonate, and almost dangerous

One you had never heard him speak in before, one that sent a shiver down your spine as you clutched your notebook

“Well…my writing it feels fake.”

You explained softly, despite the shift you held your ground, determined to get information. Determined to learn.

“I won’t want to write sanitized violence. If a character is suffering I want to respect that by making it real. I don’t want to guess what happens, I don’t want to guess how it feels and get it wrong. I want to know the truth. I want to make this as accurate as possible.”

With that, lilia just stared at you, his wide eyes scanning you for any sign of a joke, though he wasn’t surprised when he didn’t find any. That wasn’t you to joke about things such as this.

It took a moment but the tension in his frame gave way to a weary yet heavy sigh..

He slowly made his way over to a nearby stone planter and at down suddenly the emotion in his eyes made him look every bit of his oh so ancient age

“The truth..” he began in a murmur, his eyes glued to his own gloved hands as he let out a sigh

“The truth is not poetic, little bat. It’s ugly. It’s full of anguish and it smells of copper and void”

You walked over to him, bit wasting a second as you sat beside him, pen hovering over the paper as he glanced up at you

“But…perhaps I can tell you..you do seem quite eager to learn and who would I be to hold back the information you crave to achieve a realistic tale?”

“…”

“When you are stabbed” he began, his voice distant. His gaze moved back to his hands as he sat up straighter, as straight as he really could

“It does not feel like a cut. It feels like a sudden blunt force punch straight through your body. The shock is so instantaneous that your nervous system misfires. Truly, you don’t register the sharpness of the blade…you only feel the agonizing and breathless pressure of foreign steel taking up space inside of your flesh where it definitely should not be.”

For a moment he closed his eyes, brows furrowing as he began to seemingly picture all of it. The distant memories from past battles rushing back to him

“When the initial puncture happens a white hot searing heat speeds from the wound..then comes the cold. An unatural, creeping frost that seeps from the wound and soon into your veins. You gasp but your lungs refuse to expand..you can only taste rust in the back of your throat. Your own blood…a taste that is quite unpleasant.”

“Then when the blade is pulled from your wound..” his words get caught in his throat for a moment before he shakes his head a little

“That’s when the fire begins. It is a blinding and tearing agony. You soon feel the sickening friction of the metal scraping against your own flesh…against your bones.”

Your brows furrowed in focus as your pen scratched furiously against the paper, you were doing your best to capture every horrifying detail but…your eyes kept darting to lilia’s face. The look in his eyes as he describes the feeling, the taste, all of it. It dug a deep pit in your stomach.

“And swinging the sword?” He continued, his voice dropping into a hallow whisper..you paused for a moment, brow raising slightly as he moved to the next topic, your pen beginning to slowly move as you waited for his next words, heart thumping a little quicker against your ribs

“Flesh is not parchment. It drags. It catches. If you strike a clavicle or a rib at the wrong angle, the bone will trap your blade. You will feel the vibration of their breaking bones travel up the steel. Straight into the marrow of your arm. The sound..”

He pauses and swallows hard, his eyes haunted with over decades of grief.

It was more than clear by his words, by the way he spoke that he was speaking about this firsthand. Much like the feeling of what it’s like to be stabbed, he had been at both ends of the sword.

He had felt that vibration of breaking bones. It wasn’t surprising…well maybe if you had just met him. If you hadn’t known he was a general.

If he had told you all of this when you were first sent into this chaotic world? Your jaw would be on the floor. As they say, looks can be deceiving..

“The sound of a ribcage giving way beneath a heavy blade sounds like snapping wet branches. It is a sound that will wake you from your sleep, years later when the night gets too quiet.”

The sheer weight of his words hung heavy in the humid hair of the greenhouse. You had stopped writing, your pen pressed heard onto the full filled paper.

The ink from your pen bled a tiny and dark pool into the paper as you stared at the fae beside you. He was looking down, lost for a brief second in a very cold, and oh so old memory

You took a second to scan over his face, your heart ached as you took a deep breath before gently closing your notebook and setting it aside

Without a word, you reached out and laid your warm hands over his gloved ones, just as a way to silently show him you were there, as a way to silently thank him for sharing.

Lilia blinked, once, twice, three times..the distant shadow in his eyes instantly melting away as he looked down at your hands and slowly up to your face

“I think” you began softly, your thumb tracing gentle and grounding circles over his knuckles, something you had done plenty of times before in different situations

“That’s enough research for today”

He could only stare at you before letting out a breath. One of those breaths that sounded half like a sigh and half a quiet chuckle. The ridged tension in his shoulders dissolving quickly as your thumb brushed over his knuckles

Carefully, he turned his hands over, threading his fingers through yours. The lingering chill of his memories was immediately chased away by the bright and very stubborn warmth you offered.

You were such a bright light in his life, one he was glad he encountered. It was fate that brought you here, a crazy fate but nonetheless. Fate.

He could only look down at your intertwined hands and then up at your face, he shook his head with a gentle smirk tugging at his lips

“Perhaps it is” he agreed with a gentle squeeze to your hand, the familiar musical lilt effortlessly returning to his voice, it was surprisingly quick but you were glad to see him returning to himself

He shifted on the stone planter just a little bit as he leaned into your space, enough so he could comfortably lean his head against your shoulder with a content hum as he gently kicked his feet

“Though..I must admit” he murmured, his voice becoming softer as he basked in the light poring through the glass structure of the greenhouse

“It is incredibly sweet of you to worry about an old general..you truly do possess such a soft, brave and rather protective heart for someone who writes such gruesome tales”

“Ah..uh well I just want to do the story justice” you admitted as you leaned your head against his

“But I don’t want to practically drag you back to a battlefield to do it. Your peace is more important than my chapter, really.”

“Hah! Oh, my little scribe”

His laugh was warm and soft, the sound vibrated pleasantly against your arm as he squeezed your fingers affectionately

“You drag me nowhere but into the sunlight. It takes far more than a few grim questions to truly unsettle an old man like me..though I must admit I am more than happy to accept your comfort!”

He closed his eyes, a picture of absolute, untroubled contentment as the grappled sunlight of the greenhouse warmed you both

There was a moment of silence. Just the two of you, resting and relaxing in the silence. Simply enjoying each others presence…that was until his voice broke through the silence

“However”

He declared, his tone shifting into one of lighthearted authority, “if your protagonist is going to suffer through the ordeal I just described..I have a strict condition as your newly appointed survival consultant”

“Oh? And what’s that?” You asked, an amused smile tugging at your lips as you shifted your head to look down at him, just a little

“Whoever they are. They must survive, and they must receive a throughly indulgent and happy ending. A warm fire, excellent company, and a ridiculously extravagant feast! You see, I will accept nothing less from your magic pen!” Lilia insisted, tilting his head up to follow your movements, just enough to peek at you with bright, playful and teasing eyes

You could only let out a soft chuff, the last remnants of the once heavy atmosphere evaporating completely

“A happy ending. That’s a promise.”

“Good!”

He settled back against you while showing absolutely no intention of moving for the rest of the afternoon, his legs continuing to gently swing

“Now, you may resume your writing. I shall stay right here and ensure your protagonist’s medical recovery is just as accurate! Say how about after this I treat you! I can make you dinner and tell you more tales from life!”

“Ah..uh well how about I cook. I’d love to listen to more stories though!” you said sheepishly as you picked up your pen with your free hand, lilia keeping your other hand firmly encased in his

He only hummed in agreement as you continued to write, the scratching of your pen echoed pleasantly in the quiet garden, guarded not by the shadows of a battlefield…no…but by the quiet and absolute comfort of the immortal resting at your side.

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[ohnoa]

. ディアソムニア寮 ⸝⸝ 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑵𝑰𝑨

malleus draconia 𑣲 lilia vanrouge 𑣲 silver 𑣲 sebek zigvolt 𑣲

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Twst x Soul Eater Au (Diasomnia)

The next chapter is Malleus, and he is a naginata. He is very happy to finally have a mister to connect with. This will be his very first combat partner.

Why, you ask? Well, his soul and power are very... Large and mighty, let's say.