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Surprise dish??

⇥ summary — You caught Lilia trying to make you a surprise dish. ⇥ contains— Lilia vanrouge x gn! reader ft. little silver and malleus, pure fluff, chaotic, is this book 7 spoilers??? ⇥ a/n— English is not my first language. Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors.

"Lilia," you growled, trying to keep your temper in check as Silver clung to my pants, looking at you with a look—I tried to keep him away, while Malleus only looked at Lilia with a deadpan.

"How many times have I told you not to enter MY kitchen?" you huffed, glaring at him.

Lilia, ever the picture of innocent mischief, only smiled sheepishly, his crimson eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ehe," he chirped, as if that explained everything.

Your eyebrow twitched at his lack of response, and somehow, a wave of familiarity hit you, a blurry image of something green crossing your mind.

Your little nostalgia was interrupted when suddenly, a foul stench wafted through the air, making my nose crinkle. It was like a mix between burnt rubber, spoiled cheese, and a hint of something definitely not edible.

"How the hell did you burn the water, Lilia?!" you yelled, waving my hands in disbelief.

Lilia shrugged, a bit too casually. "Well, I thought I’d surprise you with a special recipe… but I may have overestimated my culinary skills."

Silver, still clinging onto your pants, looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes as if to say, Yep, this is normal.

And sure enough, in the middle of the kitchen stood a pot of blackened, charred water, bubbling ominously like a potion gone wrong. Nearby, a burnt toast crust sizzled on the stove, and a trail of smoke curled out from under the hood.

You only sighed, trying to hold back laughter. "Lilia, next time you want to cook, maybe just stick to making tea... or better yet, let me do the cooking."

Lilia grinned mischievously. "Deal! But next time, I’m making a surprise dessert—just don’t ask what it’s made of."

Somehow, you feel like you are regretting letting him make tea instead, a feeling that he, too, will somehow mess up tea.

Silver only giggled and clung tighter, and Malleus chuckled with silver as he watched you and Lilia with amusement in his eyes. You couldn’t help but chuckle along. Sometimes, chaos in the kitchen was just another adventure with your precious family.

wc— 354.

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Loving you brings heartache.

⇥ summary— He knew falling in love with you would only bring heartache. But he fell in love with you anyway. ⇥ contains— Lilia Vanrouge x Gn! Reader, Reader is a human, long-lived species x short-lived species, Lilia's POV, Angst, medieval/fantasy au?? Does not follow the plot of the game. ⇥ a/n— English is not my first language. Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors. I actually hesitated to post this cuz idk if this turned out alright. ANYWAY, have some lilia vanrouge fic <3.

The ancient moon hung like a silver coin in the vast expanse of the dark sky, bathing the world in its soft glow. A lonely fae wandered, untouched by the relentless march of time. For centuries, he had lived in solitude, a sentinel to the beauty and fragility of mortal lives, until one fateful evening, love drew him into the warmth of humanity.

At a vibrant festival in a village, where laughter mingled with the melodies of distant flutes and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, he caught sight of a cute human. You.

You were radiant—a fleeting burst of life whose very essence seemed to dance within the glow of the lanterns that adorned the night. Lilia felt a pull, a magnetic connection that transcended the barriers of his eternal existence. 

Don’t get attached to a human. His mind echoed, yet his heart betrayed him as he approached you, and the two souls intertwined in a way Lilia had never anticipated.

Don’t fall in love with a human. It would only bring heartache. The voice in his head repeatedly echoed, yet he fell in love with you anyway.

Time together was a gift wrapped in fleeting moments. Every shared glance, every whispered promise became a jewel he tucked away in the depths of his heart, knowing full well the inevitable sorrow that would follow. He chose to love you despite understanding the cruel fate of mortal lives—the brilliant flame would flicker and fade, leaving him in an unending twilight of longing.

Seasons flowed like a river, and you blossomed through the years, your laughter echoing in the quiet corners of his soul. Together, your love crafted a tapestry woven with memories: sunlit picnics by the riverbank, secrets shared beneath starlit skies, and the simple joy of being together. Each heartbeat resonated with profound beauty, yet every joyous moment Lilia had with his human was laced with a lurking shadow—the relentless passage of time. 

You would change, while he remains the same.

As the years turned, he noticed the changes—the gentle silver streaks in your hair, the way your laughter sometimes carried a weariness that hadn’t existed before. It struck him with a quiet horror, for every cherished memory, he could count the strands of time that separated your spirits. He held your now wrinkling hands in his scarred one, feeling the warmth recede like the sunset, and felt as though the very earth beneath him trembled.

On a day that arrived much too soon, Lilia found himself beneath the ancient oak tree with his beloved human, where both of your love had first ignited. Its gnarled branches held witness to your unwavering bond; he wanted nothing more than to freeze that moment in time. But time was a relentless tide, and as you leaned against the sturdy trunk, he felt an emptiness grow, a contrast against the love that filled the air around them.

“I would trade everything for just one more moment with you,” he murmured, despair threading through his words. He caressed your hand, seeking your fading warmth.

With clarity that shone through your fading eyes, you responded with a small smile, “You are the reason I have lived each day so fully.” Your voice grew softer, making Lilia’s heartache. Why must you leave him so soon?

“If I were reborn, will you love me again?”

“Of course, my love. I would travel each corner of the earth just to see you again,” Lilia swore as his grip tightened on your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I’d find you in every life and love you again.”

"Thank you for loving me. I love you." And in return, he would love you for all eternity.

As you slowly closed your eyes, Lilia felt the last flicker of your warmth fade away like the final ray of a sunset. As the light left, silence enveloped him, heavy and profound. Falling in love with a human hurts.

Grief became his only companion, a shadow that walked beside him as he roamed the world deprived of his lover’s laughter. He carried your memories—each shared gaze, each moment of joy—like a delicate glass ornament, fearing it might shatter if exposed to the truth of his existence. Time, it seemed, was no longer a gift but a curse, stretching out endlessly before him in a hollow landscape devoid of color.

“I love you, my dearest human.”

Loving you hurts. But he will still love you anyway.

wc— 747.

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Me at 2 am, writing a 700+ words of angst of Lilia Vanrouge

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Choose your suito— I mean tutor!

⇥ summary— In a university library, two famous scholars stood among towering stacks of old books, each clenching a notepad filled with their meticulously crafted tutoring plans. Both were drawn by their admiration for a brilliant student who was struggling in their philosophy course, and each was determined to win their affection by helping [Name] excel. ⇥ contains— Dr. Ratio x gn! reader x Anaxagoras, 3rd POV, fluff, crack fic, crossover, modern-ish au??, college au, probably ooc, love triangle turned to love square, Al Haitham x reader at the end??👀 ⇥ a/n—English is not my first language. Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors. This is probably the longest fic I have written. Thank you, @yxzikari, for giving me yummy ideas along the way.

In a university library, two famous scholars stood among towering stacks of old books, each clenching a notepad filled with their meticulously crafted tutoring plans. Both were drawn by their admiration for a brilliant student who was struggling in their philosophy course, and each was determined to win their affection by helping [Name] excel. However, their growing rivalry quickly transformed the library into a battleground of ideas, as Veritas passionately argued the merits of his expertise in metaphysical theories, while Anaxagoras countered with claims of his unique teaching style.

“I find myself most exquisitely positioned to be [Name]’s suito–ahem, mentor.. My teachings are far superior than yours.”

“Have you been graced by the divine, such that you might utter these baseless words?” 

As the intensity of their debate escalated, their voices grew louder, echoing through the quiet library, drawing the attention of several onlookers. In the middle of the two scholars, [Name] sat hunched over the books that were given by Ratio and Anaxa, rubbing their temples in both frustration and embarrassment. 

Both of you are giving me a headache! [Name] groaned, gripping their head as each raised voice felt like a hammer against the skull, as the noise of competing philosophies blurred into an unintelligible jumble.

[Name] glanced up, eyes narrowed, wishing for a moment of peace to focus on reviewing for their final exam. With a loud sigh, [Name] decided to intervene. They stood up, arms crossed, and called out to them, their voice cutting through the argument.

"Could you two please keep it down? I appreciate that you both are willing to help me with my upcoming exam, but I need to study, and your arguments are giving me a headache!" A hush fell over the library as both scholars exchanged sheepish glances, suddenly aware of how their rivalry had spiraled out of control. Realizing that they had inadvertently made the very person they wanted to impress uncomfortable, they quickly stopped their bickering.

Finally, as the two bickering scholars quieted down, [Name] sat down and focused on their study, until—

“[Name]? Are you there?” A familiar voice called out, breaking [name]’s temporary focus.

“Al Haitham, you're here!” [Name] smiled as they excitedly packed all their study materials and headed straight to the grey-haired man, not before thanking the two scholars who were previously tutoring them. “Thank you both for letting me borrow your textbooks, I appreciate it!”

The two can only watch as their [Name] walks to the grey-haired man, quetly muttering something that you cannot quite hear.

Al Haitham gives [Name] a nod as he takes their backpack off their shoulders, “Do you need tutoring? I heard you're having a hard time.” 

“Yes, please! I can't seem to process this topic for me.” 

As the two of you headed to the exit, you didn't notice how Al Haitham looked back at the two scholars, a smug look on his face. Mouthing something that seemed to anger the two scholars.

“I win.”

wc— 522.

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My dawn.

⇥ summary— You watched as the soft glow of the moon streamed through the window, illuminating the gentle features of his face, making him appear even more ethereal. ⇥ contains— Knight of Dawn x Gn! Reader, fluff(?), Is this considered a book 7 spoiler?? ⇥ a/n— English is not my first language. Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors.

Beautiful.

That's what you'd describe to the man lying beside you. Even the way he sleeps is so damn beautiful.

You couldn't believe you managed to marry someone as gorgeous as the knight of dawn. Yes, you were so, so lucky.

As the moon illuminated his soft face, a moment of peace settled in his beautiful features. You admire his long golden locks, his scarred body, only for you to see.

Im so lucky. You thought as you traced your fingers in his gorgeous resting face.

"My husband," you murmured, placing light kisses on his beautiful face.

He stirred slightly, a soft smile breaking across his lips as if he felt the warmth of your affection. You watched as the soft glow of the moon streamed through the window, illuminating the gentle features of his face, making him appear even more ethereal.

"My pretty knight," you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, making him hold you tighter in his embrace, soft murmurs of your name spilling from his lips.

With each kiss, you whispered your love and devotion. With each kiss, the weight of sorrow slowly settled in your chest as you knew this night would probably be your last together.

You watched as the soft glow of the moon streamed through the window, and outside, the ominous sounds of preparation for war echoed—a chilling reminder that tomorrow would bring uncertainty instead of peace.

You traced the lines of his jaw gently, memorizing every detail of his face, and his every breath, wishing you could weave your love into his armor to shield him from the fate that loomed like a dark cloud.

In that final embrace, you whispered tear-streaked promises of eternal love and remembrance, desperate to capture the essence of the man you adored, fully aware that he would ride into the storm in the morning, and you might never see him again.

"I love you, my dawn."

wc— 320.

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Birds of a feather, we should stick together

⇥ summary— He was supposed to stay at the Astral Express temporarily. But after seeing you, he won't mind staying forever. As long as he can be with you. ⇥ contains— Sunday x Gn! Reader, fluff. ⇥ a/n— English is not my first language.

In the main room of the astral express, time seemed to dance at its own rhythm. The sound of the gears humming became the comforting sound of the new member (temporary) of the nameless.

The halovian sat on the sofa, deep in thought. He swore he would only stay with the crew temporarily, after a few adventures on different planets he would leave. That was until he laid his eyes on you once more.

At first, he remained at a distance, merely observing you with the other express members. Soon he became enraptured by the way you moved, the way your aura radiated a welcoming warmth that felt like home. Sunday would often find a corner to watch you— which didn't go unnoticed by the other members of the express. They would often tease him for having an infatuation with you.

He wanted to deny their teasing, but the more he watched you, the more he became attached. The way you infused color into his dull life, your enthusiasm, and eagerness to help him, made his heart flutter. (and his little wings too, which you find quite adorable)

Being beside you, he always felt the time stop, as if the universe itself paused, waiting with bated breath. Here, in the warmth of your presence, he realized that his small admiration had morphed into something more special— an undeniable feeling he could no longer ignore.

In that moment, Sunday had made up his mind. He'll stay with you, forever.

wc— 249.

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His Masterpiece

⇥ summary— He stared at his latest sculpture, the stone carved in the shape of your perfect form. His masterpiece. Every part of you is perfect, from your curves to the details of your delicate face. But he knows nothing will compare to the real you. ⇥ contains— Yandere Veritas Ratio x gn! reader, probably OOC ratio. ⇥ a/n— English is not my first language. This fic is inspired by my latest artwork on my other blog. Also, the reader is part of the astral express.

When the ethereal night covered the land with stars and the distant glow of various constellations, Ratio found peace in a room hidden from the eyes of many.

The room was dimly lit with a few scented candles and filled with various unfinished sculptures and tools. In the center stood his latest sculpture; a sculpture of his obsession— his beloved, whom he simply referred to as you.

You were an anomaly among the astral express, a strange warmth that brought colors and life to his dull world. He would watch you from a distance, each sound and movement from you captivated him. He admired your laughter, your smile, your body, and your very existence.

"Every part of you is perfect," he murmured to himself, his fingers caressing the curves of your sculpted figure. "Every feature must reflect the beauty you bring to my existence."

He stared at his masterpiece. After pouring his heart into each stroke, sculpting your eyes, the curves of your body, and your hair, every detail of your body, finally he finished.

...

Something is missing.

He stood before the completed sculpture of you, illuminated by the glowing light of the stars, the silence surrounded the dimly lit room as he felt an unfamiliar pain in his chest.

Then, a sudden realization hit him. The lifeless stone could not compare to your living beauty. He wanted your warmth, the softness of your hands. No matter how hard he tried, the sculpture remained cold.

He could create many sculptures of you but, nothing will compare to the real you.

wc— 260.

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The sea calls for you...

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⇥ Masterlists below:

✎ I'd like to apologize in advance for my grammar, English isn't my first language and I would like to apologize if I make any character that I write ooc.

Honkai Star Rail

✒ [His Masterpiece] - Yan! Dr. Ratio x gn! reader

✒ [Birds of a feather, we should stick together] - Sunday x gn! reader

✒ [Choose your suito- I mean tutor!] - Dr. Ratio x gn! reader x Anaxagoras

Genshin Impact

✒ [Choose your suito- I mean tutor!] - Al haitham x reader

Twisted Wonderland

✒ [My dawn] - Knight of Dawn x gn! reader

✒ [Loving you brings heartache] - Lilia Vanrouge x Gn! Reader

✎ I'll add more fandoms/games to my master lists soon; I need to understand the lore of some characters better.

Work in Progress

✒ [A moment of peace] - Dan heng x gn! reader

✒ [History repeats itself] - Yan! Dan heng x gn! Reader

✎ There might be changes in the titles of my works that are in progress once they are published.