#lovilia

[therandomestusernameever]

doodle from my friends ipad cuz mine acting weird, happy birthday to me

pretend mini conrad suit is covered in the words “happy birthday” pls

[pluesan6]

Birthday gift for you bro @therandomestusernameever

I hope it's not late but yuh

[pvnksolar]

[jullify]

yay Lovilia again

i suck at backgrounds okay

[mitchmitmy]

@therandomestusernameever HI MOOT I HOPE I AIN’T TOO LATE

YOUR FAVS GOT YOU A GIFT 👇🏽

(Super cool gift trust me)

YOU’RE THE BEST HOMIE!!!!!

[queenbutterfly276]

she’s so cute i wish we knew literally anything about her

@therandomestusernameever all your hairstyles for her are so cute i had to draw some

[yilian0203]

Nah imagine in the after life when Julius finally reunited with Conrad and Lovilia. Julius told them about all this shit and Lucius.

Julius smiled awkwardly: "Well yeah...so that's it..."

Conrad: "That's it? What the hell do u mean That's it!? Your body- has two freaking souls and what- the evil you wanted to brainwash everyone to make a perfect world!? Not even me do that!!! And you died after sacrificing yourself- the second time!? The hell, Julius!!!"

Lovilia stood next to Conrad with her hands covering her mouth, speechless.

[wonwongalla]

the end — draft for 'ordinary world'

flashback/context scene for a modern au with magic for the old man yaoi. this work is still in the early drafts and I plant to make it the slowest burn I'm capable. This scene is angst. trigger warning fork terminally ill character (Lovilia, which surprise, will die in this story). ((I'm sorry I love making Conrad suffer.))

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“It’s alright, sweetie. I’m comfortable.”

Conrad adjusted the pillow behind her head with meticulous care, gently setting her braid aside so it did not bother her neck. Lovilia gifted him a small smile, reclining back on the mountain of colorful cushions that contrasted greatly with the white hospital room. The magical medical machines did not bleep anymore, having gotten disconnected long ago. The drip connected to her arm was just for her comfort, the faint whisper of analgesic magic running around her body, carried by a blood that was broken. Her own blood that had turned against her, the red globes that had mutated to a malignant variant and continuously took her mana from the cells. Magical cancer.

Two men sat at the bed alongside her, her husband next to her, careful in each of his movements like she was a frail china doll; and Julius, easy-going smile on his face as always. But she knew the darkness in his purple eyes. The minimal tension on his brow. The frequent swallowing and lost gaze in the window. The constant checking of the machines.

“I’m not dead yet.” She informed loudly, promptly punching Conrad in the shoulder —to which the man groaned surprised; and kicking her legs under the bedsheets to startle Julius. She took a sip of the glass of water at her bedside table, narrowing her eyes. “You two have seen better days.”

“Look who’s talking,” Julius shot back, crossing his arms as his smile disappeared. His mind seemed to process what he’d said, closing his eyes gravely before sighing defeated. “I’m sorry, Lov.”

She looked at Conrad, who sat tense as a bow, lips pursed in a troubled frown. Her Conrad, the kindest man she’d ever know, the strongest warrior any army could want, most competent man in Earth, her husband. The one that had discovered the complexities of her sickness, developed new uses of magic, and actually discover the way to make her pain lessen. Conrad, who looked one single touch away from crumbling down to pieces. And Julius… her best friend, the man that had literally gone to hell searching for a cure, who had exhausted himself time and time again trying to revert the time of her cells, that had given her more years that she could have dreamed off. Her two men.

Oh, to be so loved. To be so cared for.

She would leave them alone. She knew they would mourn and suffer and cry much more than they would be willing to admit. That they would be broken and lost to grief who know how long.

“C’mon! I know you have better jokes. I won’t listen to them for much longer, so it is really the time to shoot those.” She nudged her husband, that absently stroked her head, lost in the action. “You too, Conrad honey. Look, over there!”

She pointed something outside, and her absent minded husband dutifully followed her hand. She then took advantage and snapped her fingers behind his ear, producing a spark of fire.

“That was not necessary!” Conrad complained, massaging the slightly burn area with a frown. “What’s that? You leaving me a scar for my future lovers to see?”

“Lovers?” She laughed mockingly. “Oh I know you, hon. Julius will scare the competition away. You’d be lucky to find someone else that stands your ass.”

“Hey,” Julius gave her a hurt look, little incredulous eyes. He chuckled weakly, turning to lie down in bed, resting his head on her thigh seemingly having aged during the afternoon. Conrad got red, taking her hand in his as he studied her with a complex look.

“I am perfectly capable,” Conrad tried to defend himself, caressing her hand with his fingers. His playful demeanor dimmed again, tilting his head down to her shoulder. Heavy. Tired. “But I won’t. You are not… easily forgotten.”

“I did not imply that,” she said, softer. Her hand squeezed one of his, leaning her head to rest on his. “I know you won’t. I’m just trying to make things easier.” She said slowly, mind selecting the words with emotions that ran deep in her heart. “I know you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

Julius’ lip quivered. Conrad held her hand tighter —still gently, but more firm.

“That’s an understatement.” Commented Julius, half hugging her left leg.

“You know that Sir Edward Avalanche made me promise that I won’t be looking for the afterlife when you are gone.” Conrad said weakly, hands slowly leaving hers to trace her jaw. She smiled, letting the action comfort her. The pillows felt softer now, somehow, and the muscles on her arms began to ache.

The men noticed.

“We’ve already had this conversation, my love.” She sighed, closing her eyes for a couple minutes. Julius sobbed quietly, shaking his head as he held on her leg like a lifeline.

They all knew what her tiredness meant. The malignant cells in her blood had begun to drain her vital force now—which, to Lovilia, meant only one thing: she would die today.

“There are things I want to say…”

Julius looked up at her, tears spilling freely down his reddened cheeks. He nodded, a broken sound tearing out of his chest as he crawled a little closer onto the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him upright. Conrad inhaled heavily, nodding too as he shifted to face her fully, shoulders rigid with effort.

Lovilia felt her chest swell with a lifetime of emotions and memories. She blinked rapidly, pushing her own tears back for as long as she could, and reached out—taking one hand from each of them.

“I’m so proud of you two,” she said softly. “When we met, I never believed you would grow into such fine men. So loyal. So strong.” Her gaze turned to Julius first. “Julius, you showed me the true meaning of loyalty. What it means to be a friend—to love the world for what it is. I hope you never stop wondering about its beauty.”

Julius shook his head weakly, lips trembling as he pressed his face closer to her hand, tears soaking her skin.

“And Conrad…” Her voice wavered, but she held his gaze steadily. “I’ve already told you so many times. You showed me what it means to love with your whole heart. To feel deeply and unapologetically. To live as if every day mattered.”

“Lovilia…”

The word barely made it past his throat.

“I want you to promise me something.”

Her voice shook now, the weight in her chest growing heavier as tears finally escaped her eyes. Her hand rested firmly over Conrad’s, grounding herself in him as she searched his face. His eyes were glassy, overfull; when he blinked, tears spilled free despite his effort to hold them back. Still, he nodded.

“I want you to enjoy life again.”

For a moment, Conrad didn’t speak. His mouth opened, then closed. His breath stuttered, failing him entirely before he finally forced the words out.

“I—I… I promise I can try…”

He bowed his head, kissing the back of her hand with a reverence that broke him open, a quiet sob slipping through despite himself.

Lovilia inhaled shakily and turned, using what little strength she had left to caress Julius’ cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that immediately replaced itself.

“And you, Julius,” she murmured. “I’ve already told you—you have nothing to feel guilty about. But if you truly want to make amends…” She smiled faintly. “Hold Conrad accountable. Don’t let him drown in his pain.”

Julius swallowed hard, nodding with a certainty that surprised even himself.

“I can do that,” he said. “I promise.”

“I know you two will survive this,” Lovilia whispered. Her lips curved into the smallest, playful smile. “I’ll be watching, just to make sure. So if something explodes… that’s probably me trying to send a message, alright?”

Neither of them laughed —but they nodded, eyes fixed on her as if letting go for even a second would undo her entirely. Gods, why did it have to hurt this much?

Lovilia drew in a slow, deep breath. Her legs were starting to numb now, the sensation creeping upward in a way she knew too well.

“Now…” she murmured, exhaustion finally winning. “Come here and hold me. I’m getting tired.”

They obeyed immediately. Conrad gathered her gently into his side, careful even now, while Julius wrapped himself against her other side, clinging like a child afraid of the dark. Lovilia let her eyes fall closed, the warmth of them anchoring her as sleep crept closer.

“I love you two,” she whispered. “Don’t forget that. Ever.”