imagine being a human married to lilia and falling into his dream in book 7 where you, silver, and sebek ran into his past general self, and obviously lilia's hostile towards you in the dream due to you being a human + that weird familiarity he'd feel in his chest whenever he was around you or silver, and isn't as lovey-dovey as he was in the present, much to your chagrin.
but then he slowly began to get used to you and actually developing feelings later on (as ashamed as he felt for falling for a human during such a time), yet he couldn't help but wonder if you were already married with the way you treat silver and sebek like your sons and how they treat you as if you were their parent, so obviously one would come down to the conclusion that you were already taken with a family.
the general couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting farther to who exactly won your heart first and if you were widowed, divorced, split apart, or just a single parent entirely—did your lover even deserve you? did they treat you right? would HE treat you better? did they actually even love you? how could they not? why were you all alone in a war if they did? the more he thought about your possible lover, the larger that twisted, bothersome feeling grew in lilia's chest as his jaw clenched in jealousy, clearly envious of whoever gets to see your beautiful face everyday.
people always tell you, 'don't approach him,' or, 'be careful of him,' but they never know how he is behind closed doors.
featuring : general lilia x fae!reader
cw : gn!reader, suggestive+angst(somewhat? they argued but made up), kissing scene(but im really bad at it so bear with me), they're secretly dating, lilia might be ooc, grammar mistakes are to be expected as english is not my first language.
a/n : i finally wrote a fic again but i decided to write something im the worst at (kissing..) enjoy reading, though!:) i wrote this in one sitting..so its kinda ass..💔
normal was never the first thing that came to people's minds when they saw you talking to general lilia so casually. i mean, who would even dare talk like that to the general of the right?
he's strong, he fights enemies with one hand without breaking a sweat, and he rarely ever breaks his composure (other than the time someone frustrates him, but still.) he is like the perfect fae!
and then, there comes you, with your wide smile and expressive face—a stark contrast to his no-nonsense personality. you talk to him like he's normal, like he's not a general, like his hands are not tainted with the blood of his enemies. it makes one wonder—what does the general think of you? does he feel annoyed? bothered? angry? frustrated? or maybe..
happy?
but that's impossible, no? because of how he always dismissed your advances with a scoff, how he'd avoid you while covering his face.. that much suggested that he was annoyed by you, right?
the only one who knew the answer were the two of you. most people believed that the general thought of you as a nuisance, yet they never knew what happened behind closed doors—what happened behind his tent, the awkward silence, and mysterious disappearance..
all of it has been a secret only the two of you share.
lilia was anything but cold to you—in private, that is. he was not one to make sappy comments about how you look, but you can tell that he loves you just as much as you do. "it's the little things," he'd say.
though lately, you feel as if the distance between the two of you has stretched wider. the humans were showing up more frequently, orders were piling up, and you could tell from his face that he was overwhelmed.
so, you did what any normal fae would do. you planned to confront him about it, ask him 'what's wrong?' (even though you knew. but hey, nothing wrong with asking, right?), and then you'll give him comfort like usual.
it sounds simple enough, but knowing him, he was not one to show his true feelings. even not to you. he'd rather get run over by nine gazillion dawn knights than to admit he was stressed. so, you decided to approach the matter slowly. you slowly opened the flap of his tent, peeking your head inside to make sure he was there. "oh, general. there you are, i've been looking for you!" you smiled, entering the tent without even waiting for him to respond. what? it's not like he's gonna kick you ou—
"get out."
well, there goes all of your plans—shattered to pieces by his very own sharp glare. you knew that his words meant no harm, though. "hey now, you're kicking me out already? at least listen to what i have to say."
he sighed as he crossed his arms. "fine. what is it? i don't have all day." your smile widened when he agreed to hear you out. "i wanted to talk to you about something."
at your change in tone, lilia's posture went rigid—as if you were about to say something that would change his life forever. he blinked a few times, crooking his brows. ".. what?"
you let out a stifled laugh when you noticed his posture. at least he took me seriously enough to fix it, i guess. you slowly took a step closer to him, hands on your sides as you thought of the words you were going to say. "i just.. i don't know. maybe it's just me, but i feel like we rarely ever talk. like, talk talk. not just having a small conversation about our work or the war.." you pressed your lips into a thin line, waiting for him to say something.
but he didn't. he just stared at you in silence, his expression unmoving. so, you took that as a sign to continue. "i mean.. i get it. we're busy with different stuff.. and you're the general. there's no way we could ever spend time together all the time, right?"
you felt his gaze skimming over your features—your eyes, nose, cheeks, and the way you hesitated before adding another sentence. you've never felt nervous talking to him before, so why are you nervous now?
before you realized it, you've been silent for way too long, and the silence stretched far longer than you had intended. you could even hear your own heart beating faster now. why is it even beating faster..?!
".. uh.. actually, nevermind. sorry for bringing that up. i don't know what—"
".. i'm bad at this."
"what?"
he gritted his teeth, eyes darting everywhere around the room, refusing to look at yours. "... i said i'm bad at this." he hesitated when he repeated himself. to him, relationships are the most fragile thing in this world. especially relationships that was built on love.
the word 'love' is as strange as the human language on his tongue, so how did you pull him in so effortlessly into such a pure world? how did you talk to him like he was deserving of any of it? how did you look at him as if he hung the stars in the night sky?
he was anything but pure, anything but normal, anything but soft. yet you still chose him, and he can never wrap his head around that. "i'm not.. exactly fit for this.. pure, cutesy love you speak of all the time. i'm not the perfect candidate for this."
"i'm an amateur. i don't know how to love, and i don't.." he paused, as if pondering why he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with you. ".. i don't know if i even deserve all the love you've been giving to me."
he took a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. "frankly, i feel lost in all this." he furrowed his brows. "i never knew how to react properly to your attempts at flirting with me. i never knew how to reciprocate that, too."
"whenever you ask me about having dinner together, about taking a midnight stroll, or when you ask me to sit next to you at lunch.. i don't know how to reply to you."
"it's strange to me, name."
you pressed your lips shut, as if considering how to reply to his words. you decided to bring the palm of your hand closer to his face, gently caressing it. ".. i know. you're not the only one, lilia..." when your palm touched his face, he unconsciously leaned into your touch.
his face looked softer now. like he was the purest fae in the whole world. like he wasn't even a general. it makes you feel even more flustered to be under his gaze for some reason. "i'm.. not good with this, too. i've never done this before. not with anyone other than you."
"but.. but i want to try." you looked away from his face, feeling somewhat embarrassed to say what you wanted to say. "i want to try new things with you.. everything you mentioned earlier.. i want to try all of it with you.. all the normal things.. but i don't know how to!" you accidentally raised your voice in frustration. not directed at him, but more at yourself.
"i want to be like.. like every other couple. i want people to look at us and don't think i'm weird for approaching you.. for people to think that we're just like any other couple.."
he stayed silent for a while before he opened his mouth, ".. that's impossible. we're anything but normal, dummy. i'm a war general, and you're a soldier under me. we just—it's just impossible for us to be normal."
but when you only stayed silent, he sighed. ".. we can try going slow, you know?" his gaze softened, hands reaching up to your waist to pull you closer. "you don't have to want to do that all at once.. we can always do it step by step." he leaned his forehead closer to yours, almost touching. "do you want to?"
"... you're.." you pursed your lips, "it's so weird to hear you speak like that, lilia.."
he scoffed. "if you're going to say that, then it seems like i must take back my offer, ungrateful fae." though there was a flicker of amusement when he saw your face contort into that of panic.
"i was merely joking." you grumbled under your breath. ".. then i guess we could start slow..?" you blinked a few times, cheeks turning into a deeper shade of red as you realized how close you were to his face—hell, you could even see the faint scar under his eye.
it all feels so.. unusual.
"... yes. we could do that." he replied before going silence. now the two of you were just staring at each other, waiting for the other to make their move. you moved your palm from his cheeks towards the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him closer.
the two of you can now feel the warmth from each other. you didn't know whether it was from the very tension that fills the room—or whether it was because of how close the two of you were. but you just felt so hot all of a sudden.
you looked at him for a few moments, as if waiting for him to say something. when he didn't, you decided to open your mouth instead, only to close it after a few seconds. you can't help but notice the way he has been hovering his lips over yours, as if contemplating whether he should move even closer or not.
he only hummed lowly, and instead of waiting any longer for him to do the first move, you took it as a sign to close the gap with a soft kiss. really, he waited long enough to get this close to you, and now you're kissing him? is this a dream? turns out, fairy tales do exist for lilia vanrouge.
but god, have you always felt this good against him? even in just a split second, he could feel your warmth breath against his face, how your fingers on his nape seemed to be clutching tighter to anchor yourself, and how you couldn't stop squirming under his hold.
he kissed you back—gently, at first—before letting out a rough exhale, and that's where he suddenly deepened the kiss without warning which caught you off guard. "m—mmph?!" you widened your eyes, hands traveling down to his shoulders to keep yourself from falling.
lilia pushed you slowly against the bed in his tent. it was hard, and kinda rough on the surface, but at least you're not on the ground, right? he's on top of you now, making it easier for him to kiss you senseless. suddenly, you gently slapped him on his shoulder.
he hesitantly pulled away from you, panting, sweating, and everything all at once from the kiss. ".. what.. what is it..?" he was stuttering from the feeling of you against him earlier, his brows furrowed, annoyed that you stopped him but decided to listen anyway.
"s.. slow down.. you caught me off guard there.."
"... i can't help it. you tasted too good to stop. besides, you did that first."
"i did that softly."
he groaned, rolling his eyes at your statement. "a kiss is still a kiss, no matter how you deliver it." well, that's true. but he still didn't have to do that to you so roughly for a first time! ".. fine, tell me what you want, then."
"... slowly, i want you to do this slowly." you looked up at him with a slight frown. "a few steps at a time, i suppose.. that's what i want.." you muttered lowly.
".. sure. we can start over again from the top..." he finally looked into your eyes, gaze softening at how vulnerable you looked from this position. ".. or we can always start over with a dinner.."
"like normal people do."
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All aboard the feels train 🚂 (Book 7 has no mercy).
I finally decided to read through Malleus' vignette. You're telling me he only got head pats from Lilia and his Grandmother? I VOLUNTEER TO HEAD PAT THIS LONELY DRAGON ✋✋✋. Who is with me?
