illuga was a captain of some of the squads in piramida for the lightkeepers, and he does an amazing job at it. but you know what makes him strive to be better?
you, of course.
ypu two had discussed this many times, and although the wild hunt was crazy, you offered to fight by his side, and make sure less and less people would get hurt; your first aid skills were amazing according to a few of the soldiers! illuga never had to straight up announce that you were his lover though.
i mean—most would assume with how much time you spend together on the camps while making sure everything is running in place, and fixing up certain areas when clearing out the wild hunt there. and also… you know,
the special little matching earrings… the promise rings… the fact you made him lunch, you two spending a long time in the infirmary together should’ve been the dead giveaway when soldiers would see the captain whilst trying to see you to get patched up.
so what couldn’t this poor guy get about all that?
“and… i wanted to give you this, since you really like flowers and stuff right?” the man was awkward with his words, meaning well yet you could only feel increasingly more uncomfortable—your face really tried to hide it, but the tone in your voice…
“i… just um… look i’m taken already.” you speak in a clearly ‘i’m serious about my partner’ manner, so why did he…
“p— please! just… just accept it! i just… don’t let this put a rift between us. i know you’re the nurse, and i wanted to give this as appreciation.” pushing the gift into your hands before running off outside the tent. and on cue your boyfriend heads inside just as the solder leaves.
“hey, baby.” - “hi ‘luga.”
his eyebrow arches as he hands you a nod-krai snack, taking a bite from his own treat, “that’s not your usual ‘hi illuga’ tone… did i do something?” you snap out of your trance of spacing out, looking back up at your mocha-haired lover. “sorry! sorry… its just…”
letting out a sigh, sitting back onto one of the unused medical beds, as illuga took a seat by your side. “a soldier confessed… to me.”
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“have i not talked about you enough? what… why—do you feel uncomfortable? do you want me to take to the person?” the gears in his head started to turn and turn, now on autopilot and trying to find a solution. even getting so locked in the idea to make you feel safer… in turn for his snack dropping to the floor.
“…oh, my—my bad,” - “its okay, ‘luga. let’s just share.” and with how ironically corny it was, you were already feeding it to him, as he chomped away at it happily. it was an adorable moment that could be recognized by anyone; so that cinnamon roll-like snack that had fallen on the floor had been long forgotten,
but the tent’s entrance had already been a little open, open enough for that poor soldier to see what the two of you had together…
…captain illuga was taking advantage of their newest adventurer that joined them for a bit to help cut back work on the older lady who was already working there.
(that’s what he was thinking anyway, i mean, who else wouldn’t fall for the pretty nurse that helped cover up your wounds?!)
pt 2 soon (where soldier tells others and illuga has to tell everybody yall tgt LOL)
(Flins x Vampire!gn!reader x Illuga, fluff, crack, idk how to write humor bear with me, oblivious! illuga, this is my fight against writer's block)
"Mx (Name), Sir Flins, I think we need to have a conversation. Privately, if you will."
Your gaze drifted from the newspaper in your palms in amusement, glancing over your dear human Illuga, standing along the arch of the doorway with his hands on his hips and a determined look on his face. As if he had found something out. You side-eyed Flins, sitting right beside you with a glass of wine he brought to his lips with an interested hum. The room was empty, aside from the three of you, and lovely little Illuga took it as permission to close the door behind him, leaving only the lanterns as a form of illumination for all three of you.
"To what do we owe the pleasure, young master?" You flipped through another page, though none of the words ingrained into your head. You were just trying not to stare at him, the exposed shoulder that his jacket failed to cover. His skin looked delectable, even with the scars laden on it, and even if you were a vampire, you had enough dignity to not drink his blood without his permission. Heck, he didn't even know that you were a vampire. That's something that you were going to tell him in the near future.
Flins only took another sip of wine, but nodded along to your inquiry.
"The two of you are not human, are you?"
That at least made you raise a brow. Truly, your nightingale was a smart one. Too smart, in fact. It was a quality of his that you enjoyed from the background, and detested when you were at the end of his whims and qualms. Seriously! You planned a whole grand reveal about your true nature, and with the slight disappointed furrow in Flins' brow, even you could tell that he had the same idea.
Still, you at least had some will in you to fight.
"What makes you say that my dear?" The nickname had him flushing, pink tinting the apples of his cheeks as he shuddered a breath. You smiled softly enough, how cute he was when flustered. All via a human nickname. You'd have to call him that more often if you could see that dumbfounded, blank expression on his face again.
"Well-" he coughed into his sleeve, and you had to fight the urge to not coo. Flins tutted the quietest, disappointed that he didn't make the nightingale flush first. As if you'd let him win, you scoffed in your head.
"There's plenty of evidence for that," Illuga settles on instead. "I'm pretty sure you'd already know what I'm talking about."
A twitch found its way to your eye. Seems like your stalling really had no effect.
"Then what abominations do you think we are?" Flins nearly chuckled when Illuga's shocked face peered back at him.
"You and (Name) are not abominations!"
"You're going to have to change your tone then young master," you practically exclaimed in a sing song tone, and Illuga could only keep his head down, murmuring an apology from his lips.
Well, at least you won't need to hide your hunger for his blood anymo-
"Sir Flins," he began, face now a facade of careful neutrality. "Are you a vampire?"
The two of you practically stopped in your tracks. What?
"And Mx (Name), are you one of the fae?"
You had to constrict your breathing to not start cackling like a maniac. He's so close yet so far! Flins was in the same situation, covering his mouth with his gloved hand. His gentlemanly voice wouldn't do him any favor if he tried to speak, and though your laughter wasn't any better, you'd much prefer yourself telling him the truth.
Telling him the truth....
Your gaze briefly locked with Flins, who looked at you back with an equally mischievous look in his eyes. Illuga just stared back at you both, eyes drifting back and forth between you and Flins, unknowing to the most glorious prank that you could think up to date.
"Ahem-" hiding the giggles down the back of your throat. "Sure, you could say that young master Illuga."
Oh this was going to be the best deception of your life.
Illuga x reader (a short I had in my drafts for weeks)
Summary: Illuga takes care of you.
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“You’ll be just fine.” Illuga comforts with a calm tone. This is his way of easing your worries, striking at your anxieties.
“I’m sorry.” You grunted your apology painfully and quietly, your gaze fixated onto Nod-Krai’s indigo sky.
You refused to look down towards your leg. You had felt it, the impact of being thrown across the pavement by the Wilderness Hunter during the assault against the base. The confirmation of your blood staining the pavement, oozing from your leg presented itself directly in your view.
Illuga had taken the beast down with swift precision, rushing to your aid. Your captain was never squeamish. He had seen it all.
“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” The reassurance was firm as he peeled away the bandage and opened up a bottle of wound disinfectant. The bleeding had finally subsided.
“The burn shouldn’t be too bad.”
You could hear the uncertainty in his tone as he kept your leg extended, pouring without an ounce of hesitation. You barely bit back a powerful cry, fists tightening in desperation as the burning sensation sank deeper.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry.” The words left his voice sincerely, his tone mournful as you squirmed in his hold.
“Hey.” He called with a forced smile. “This scar will have a really cool story.” An attempt to soothe your spiraling thoughts.
It evoked a small chuckle from your lips, then your face resumed its expression of discomfort. He began to re-wrap the wound.
“Not too tight?” He questioned, you shake your head.
One minute felt like an eternity. The white wrapping extended from your ankle all the way to your knee. A lengthy wound indeed. Illuga stands, extending his hand towards you.
“Come. I’ll help you back inside.” His tone was always gentle, he was a warm-hearted and kind soul.
You wrap an arm over his shoulders, he carried most of your weight as you limped. Surrounding you guys, your coworkers started cleaning up the damaged area. Some moved hazards, others made sure produce didn’t become squashed while a few more tended to the wounded.
“You don’t have to help me if you’re needed elsewhere.” Your voice was strained, you were still feeling the faint sting emitting from your leg.
“Nonsense.” He simply replied, opening the door to lead you two inside.
He rests you down on the couch, adjusting the pillow behind you.
“You want a snack?” He asked, eyes fixated upon yours, they were ethereal to you. “Something cold perhaps? It may help you feel better.” He suggested.
You shook your head in disagreement, feeling guilty about his fuss over your wound so intently. Illuga didn’t care, knowing you well enough to identify when you downplayed your needs.
He walked over to a nearby cooler, opening it up and pulling out two pale pink pouches. Frozen smoothies.
“This will help.” His words were firm, gesturing with protest against you.
Carefully you extend your hand for the pouch.
“I’ll find you ointment. Try to stay there.” He instructed, right before pausing in his steps towards the door, like he forgot something.
“What is it?” You question, picking up on his sudden change of demeanor.
He turned on his heels back towards the snack area. He grabbed another packet, this time the green packaging stood out, it appeared to be field rations.
He pushed it into your hands, and you immediately started shaking your head and pushing them back into his.
“No these are absolutely horrendous—“
He pushed against you, leaning down and whispering right in your face
“I know they’re gross. This isn’t field rations.” He explained. “We sometimes get these.”
He turned the package around, pointing at the yellow printed label.
“LS?” You asked with a raised eyebrow at the initials.
“Lemon Squares.” He smiles and tears open the seal. “Never frozen.”
You stare down, shocked that something like this was hidden within those disgusting last resort meals.
“Thanks.” Your ears grew warm as Illuga continued to smile.
He stood up straight, his own face slightly flushed as he returned to his mission to retrieve ointment.
“Remember, this stays between us.”
You made him that promise the minute you took your first bite.
— Illuga x Female OC (can still be read as a reader)
Tags: fluff, implied arranged marriage, a potential slow-burn, pre-release Illuga, ooc Illuga(not much is known about him), overworked Illuga, pining sort of?
Synopsis: Illuga hides his fatigue behind duty. Hilde notices. One touch, one word, and the weight he carries isn’t his alone. At least, not anymore.
w.c: 1k+
Note: this is just a scenario that once popped into my mind once when I first saw him (Arranged marriage—)
It was a dark and stormy night when Hilde lingered outside the office door for a moment, letting her hand hover over the door knob. A soft golden glow spilled from the small window, painting the room in gentle warmth. She could hear the faint scratching of a pen, the quiet hum of focus. Illuga. Of course he was here, tucked into his work like always.
She hesitated, a little smile tugging at her lips. Part of her wanted to knock and call out cheerfully, but another part of her, the part that had learned to read him after all these years since they were kids, knew better. He liked to lose himself in his tasks, to vanish into his own thoughts.
Still…she couldn’t help herself. A tiny tug of worry pulled at her chest, and she quietly pushed the door open, stepping inside.
He didn’t notice her at first, too distracted as his head bent low over the ledger in front of him. Papers were scattered across the desk, some marked with ink, some folded in careful corners, but all of them cluttered in a way that made Hilde’s heart ache.
His shoulders were tense, rigid, and she could see the way he rubbed the bridge of his nose, a small gesture she had come to recognize as fatigue disguised as composure.
“Illuga?” she said softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him without startling him.
His head shot up, blinking eyes flicking to hers. Surprise shown on his face for a brief second before he straightened and offered her his usual polite smile. “Hilde,” he said. “I didn't hear you come in. I apologize...”
She stepped closer, smiling faintly. “It looks like you’ve been here for hours,” she said softly, letting her eyes skim over the messy desk. “And judging by the way you’re sitting…you haven’t moved much either.”
He shifted in his chair, trying to sit a little straighter as if that alone could hide the tired slump of his frame. “I’m… just sorting things out,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
Hilde tilted her head, soft concern flickering in her eyes. “Nothing I need to worry about?” she repeated, voice gentle. “You sound tired.”
“I’m fine,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. She caught the tiny quiver in his voice and the slight tremor in his hand as he reached for another paper.
Her chest tightened. Of course he was fine…that’s what he always said. But she knew him too well to be fooled. She stepped closer, now standing beside him as she places her hand lightly on his shoulder. The touch was casual, tender, but she could feel the tension in his muscles beneath his thick layers of outfit.
“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” she murmured softly.
He flinched slightly but didn’t pull away from her touch. “I said I’m fine,” he replied, firmer this time, though the shadow of exhaustion behind his eyes betrayed him.
Hilde didn’t need him to say more. She could see it. The slump of his shoulders and the faint paleness of his skin (even though he's already pale).
Her heart ached quietly, knowing how much he carried on his own.
“You don’t have to hide it from me,” she said softly, her thumb brushing gently over his shoulder. “I can see when you’re pretending.”
He paused, pen hovering above the paper. She held his gaze, steady and patient, letting him know she wasn’t going to let him push it away.
Finally, he exhaled, a soft, reluctant sigh that said more than words ever could.
“Work…it never ends,” he admitted quietly. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction, the rigid tension easing. “I keep thinking that if I just… if I just sort everything out, maybe things would be easier. But they never are.”
Hilde’s chest squeezed. She wanted to tell him it was okay, to take a break, to let someone else help. She wanted to shake him gently and whisper, You’re human, Illuga. You don’t have to carry this alone. Instead, she kept her hand resting on him, letting him feel the warmth she offered.
“You think you have to carry everything on your own,” she said softly, almost to herself, though he heard her. “But you don’t. You don’t have to prove anything.”
He fiddled with a sheet of paper, jaw tight, and she watched him fight against showing any vulnerability. But slowly, he exhaled, letting his shoulders sag just a little. The weight in the room seemed to shift with him, and her heart eased a little, too.
“I just… I want to make sure nothing goes wrong,” he murmured.
Her hand didn’t leave his shoulder. “I understand,” she said gently. “But trying to do it all alone… it doesn’t make it easier. You’re allowed to rest, you know?”
He let out a quiet breath, leaning back slightly. She finally saw the cracks in his composed exterior—the exhaustion, the strain, the silent burden he carried—and her heart ached. She wished she could lift it all for him.
“I don’t want you to worry,” he said softly. “It’s nothing that a little rest can’t fix.”
“You’re not fooling me of all people,” she whispered, letting a small, playful smile tug at her lips. “You look like you’re about to collapse right here.”
He let out a quiet laugh, soft and tired, and she felt a little flutter of relief. “I suppose that might be true,” he admitted. “But there’s still so much to do.”
“Then let me help,” she said, gentle but firm. “We can do this together. You don’t have to carry it alone.”
He looked at her for a long moment, weighing her words against his pride, before finally giving the tiniest nod.
“Maybe… maybe just a short break,” he said quietly.
Hilde’s smile brightened. “That’s all I ask.” She released his shoulder, but stayed close, moving to the small kettle in the corner to make tea. The soft swish of water and warmth of the steam seemed to settle the room.
When she handed him the cup, he wrapped his hands around it, and she could see a faint, tired smile touch his lips. It was small, but it was enough. She leaned against the desk lightly, just to be near him, and let the gentle quiet fill the space.
“You always know when to check up on me,” he murmured softly, and she felt her heart flutter at the soft vulnerability in his tone.
Hilde glanced at him over the rim of her cup, eyes warm. “Someone has to,” she said teasingly, though her voice was full of truth. “Besides… I can’t stand seeing you like this. You’re not supposed to be drowning in papers all the time.”
He laughed again, this time easier, lighter. She watched as he relaxed just a little more, letting the warmth of her presence seep in.
“You’re… too kind,” he said, and she felt a small smile tug at her own lips.
“I’m just concerned,” she said softly, her tone almost a whisper, “and stubborn enough to check on you anyway.”
Hilde rested her hand lightly on his shoulder once more, not to scold, just to remind him that he wasn’t alone.
Illuga subconsciously leaned back to her touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment, letting himself feel it.
For the first time that night, perhaps for the first time in days, the weight in his chest eased.
And Hilde, watching him with quiet relief, felt lighter too.
The storm outside could rage, the work could pile up. But here, in this warm little corner, they were together.
knight! illuga who really swore to give his life protecting you, but you didn’t think he actually meant it until his life really went on the line. whether or not you could protect yourself, he wanted to be both your sword and shield.
knight! illuga who swore his allegiance, loyalty, trust, and subconsciously his heart when he took the oath to stay by your side for the rest of time. even if that meant resisting the urge to confess his feelings. no matter how strong they may be, he would base if he’d ever confess from the signals you give.
knight! illuga who dreams of running away with you, and staying in a small, unknown part of the city — a place where not even the best of the best king’s guards could find you two. mostly because illuga is the best, but also with the fact that he knows exactly where to go… god if you only asked, he would’ve already picked you up bridal style and left without a trace.
knight! illuga who puts his duty before work, which means to stay by your side for a little longer. yes to give in to your “5 minutes more please” because if you hadn’t noticed, you had been grasping his hand softly. he couldn’t leave—not now.
knight! illuga who yearns for you, and can only resist the pulse in himself to attack that stupid royal you were dancing with. he would consider himself responsible, but with the right trigger, he could be the machine gun at your dismay. if you just told him, he… wouldn’t mind slipping a few drops of rat poison into his drink.
knight! illuga who thinks the me who come up to you are pathetic—hello? he seriously thinks you need a ‘better knight than this douche’? he’s been your assigned knight ever since birth. if the guy asks to duel, just trust me when i say it didn’t last longer than twenty seconds.
knight! illuga who abides your every order, but questions the king’s. he knows where his morals lie, so when a weird request comes of your father, he will not comply—but if you ask? he won’t bat an eye. he won’t even ask questions, he’ll do it immediately.
knight! illuga who has rested right beside you in your absolutely large bed so ‘you could rest’ a little better; but obviously ended up catching a few z’s himself (planned by you), which also gets you scolded by him a little later on.
knight! illuga who would clear up rumors as soon as he hears about them, but when its about you, the royal he serves, rumored to like him back?
