#i got too attached

[1dont-really-know]

I haven't wrote anything on like a year, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. Anyway, here's a little fic about the "what if" I posted a few days ago. Also this isn't proofread.

Word count: 2132

"Again, Lilia?"

The Princess- healer, at this time, sighs, shaking her head in exasperation, "Truly, I feel like I shouldn't even be surprised anymore. Just disappointed."

The fae in question refuses to look her in the eyes, pretending to be focusing on slowing down the bleeding of the wound in his arm. Vivid green eyes, the same color as Maleanor's, yet a pair that exudes a quieter type of authority, stares right into his soul.

"It's not as if I get hurt on purpose," he hissed, feeling a prickle of embarrassment on his skin, "I'm a knight. A royal guard. We get hurt all the time."

"And yet only you seem to have the ability to get hurt every few hours or so," the Princess shoots back, matter-of-fact, "hah, well at least this wound actually seems serious." And she wasn't wrong. The gash on his arm is deep, even he, who has very little medical knowledge, can tell. He was about to retort that, no, he didn't get hurt every few hours or so, and that last time he got hurt was a few days ago, but before he could speak again, she's already walking off, searching her storage to find the necessary items needed to patch him up.

Lilia huffs, sitting down on the ground while he waits for her to get back. His gaze falls on the crowd of knights outside the medical tent, talking, laughing, and just generally enjoying the little free time they have in the midst of war. He envies them, in a way. While they could still have fun, he instead needs to lead them, plan out their next move, everything.

And though he himself isn't too keen on being close to anyone, he can't deny that he does feel lonely from time to time.

A hand pats his hair, pulling him away from his thoughts. The Princess looks down on him, some bandages and gauze in her hands. She sat down beside him, taking his wounded arm and started to clean the wound with the gauze. As always, her touch is careful and gentle, laced with just a hint of the strength and firmness he knew she was hiding.

The Princess pauses for a second, the gauze hovering mere inches from his skin. She suddenly looks at him, her eyes staring right into his, "something on your mind?" He didn't expect the question, to be honest, so he just stares at her questioningly, which in turn makes her sigh again.

She seems to do that a lot in his presence. Does he exasperate her that much?

"You had a faraway look on your face, Lilia. You only do that when you're thinking really hard about something," she continues to clean his wound, but he can see something akin to concern in her eyes, "so, tell me, what's on your mind?"

Lilia huffs, "it's nothing of your concern, Your Highness."

That, in turn, causes her to raise an eyebrow at him. She looked over to where his gaze pointed to prior to her distracting him, only finding the knights enjoying their free time, "do you want to join them?" She asks, curiosity in her voice, "didn't the scouts say that the Silver Owls are still very far away? I'm sure it's fine for you to loosen up a bit, at least for tonight."

… even her, huh…

"You don't get it," Lilia meant for that to sound far more stern, but his voice comes out soft, a hint of his unease visible on his face, "you've never been in the front lines, Your Highness, you-"

"Stop that."

Lilia blinks in surprise. The Princess's stern voice cuts through his words, and when he raises his gaze to look into her eyes, he finds annoyance, impatience, and just the slightest hint of her previous concern. He can see the grip she has on the bandages tighten slightly.

"Stop what, Your High-"

"Stop that. Calling me Your Highness and all that rubbish. You always do that when you're upset," she had paused in bandaging his arm, apparently deciding that scolding him took priority to his still heavily bleeding wound. There's a tension in the air, and the Princess sighs, letting her shoulders droop slightly, the concern returning to her tone, "You even do that to 'Leanor and Levan as well. It's not healthy to distance yourself from your friends when you need support."

Lilia feels a hint of shame creeping up on him, and he averts his gaze, pondering, "it feels odd calling you by your real name after you've been gone for so long," he admits, remembering the years she spent away to train to become a healer, "and besides, it was rare for me, or anyone close to us to call you by that name even before you went off for your education." Lilia can only hope against hope that she would accept that. Though she was a Draconia, after all, so he didn't expect much.

She seems to contemplate his words for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek like she always did when she's thinking deeply about something, "well, then you can call me by that nickname instead."

She's… she's insisting on this, isn't she?

Now it's Lilia's turn to sigh, rubbing his forehead in frustration, "don't you think that's a bit inappropriate? I'm a knight, and you're a Princess.'' Seriously, why do Draconias always seem to be so stubborn?

"Go on, say it," she almost sounds amused now, continuing where she left off on bandaging his arm, "call me by the nickname, Lilia. I know you want to."

"No."

"If you don't, then I'll just give you a taste of your own medicine and call you General Vanrouge from now on."

Lilia can feel his ear twitch in annoyance. The Princess- Moonlight as she so insists he calls her, is grinning maliciously from ear to ear, and he can see her tail swishing excitedly behind her.

"Fine. If that's what you wish, Moonlight."

Moonlight's tail thumps on the ground in glee, a laugh, free and genuine, escapes her, and she's laughing at him. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" She coos, her eyes shining with amusement, "oh, I remember when we were kids and you used to call me that all the time. Remember when you proposed to 'Leanor and then you said that 'Moonlight will be the Maid of Honor!' too bad only half of that ended up being true, hmm?"

Lilia rolls his eyes, "that was about two hundred years ago. If you're looking to embarrass me by bringing up my infatuation with your sister, you've missed your window of chance." A thought flashes in his mind, and he sees an opening to turn this around on her. He smirks his fangs glinting, "besides, you said that you were going to marry that diurnal fae prince, and yet- Ow!"

Lilia winces as Moonlight tightens the bandage to the point he was afraid that she was cutting off blood flow from his limb completely. He sees the forced smile on her face, and he feels a sudden uneasiness creep up on him.

"What are you doing?" He manages to force out the words, the tips of his fingers slowly going numb from the lack of blood flow, "are you seriously going to chop off my arm just for that?"

Moonlight tilts her head ever so slightly to the side, her eyes trained on him like a predator would stalk its prey, "funny," she croons, tightening the bandages further and making him wince, "by the way most of your recent injuries were on this arm only, I thought that was what you wanted."

"But you didn't have to- ow! Fine! I yield!"

Finally, Moonlight loosened the bandages until the pressure was enough to stop the bleeding but not enough to cut off his circulation. "Did you really need to do that?" Lilia grumbles, glaring unheatedly at her. She's not even looking him in the eyes, yet her annoyance with him is palpable, "are you really not over him yet?"

He had never understood why she liked that prince so much. She had always said to him that she didn't want to be too involved with politics, and if she had married that prince, that's a life she would live for the rest of her life. A life of nonstop politics. He knew she didn't want that life, she has had that mindset since they were children, but for her to change that mindset because of a random prince…

"He was the first person I ever really fell for," Moonlight bemoans, her face scrunched up in anguish just a little too exaggerated to be genuine, "you don't know how much worse it feels for a Draconia to lose that than the average fae."

Lilia rolls his eyes, turning his body away from her a little while still letting her bandage his gash, "Oh yes, the diurnal prince that is three hundred years older than you, what horror it is that he, gasp, already has a betrothed."

A beat of silence passes between them, and for a moment, then, "I guess you do have a point about it not being too different from your situation."

Surprise was the only thing Lilia could make out from his emotions when she said that, and he turned to her again, finding her tie the final knot on his bandages.

Moonlight has an unreadable look on her face. That doesn't happen very often.

A part of him wants to apologize, just to see an emotion, any emotion as long as he can make it out, on her face again. Moonlight has always been very expressive, so for her to be this hard to read, he feels as if he said something truly wrong.

She pats the secured bandages on his arm, her touch still gentle, "there. Try not to lose a limb before the war ends, alright?" Finally, she smiles at him, and to his relief (though he will never admit to that) he can see a hint of exasperated fondness in her eyes.

Lilia nods slowly, flexing his arm and feeling the previous pain to have faded significantly, "thanks," he says, "I appreciate it."

"You done? Alright, now go join the rest of the knights. I have work to do," Moonlight stands up and stretches, even stretching her tail a little.

"Are you kicking me out?" Lilia feels a slight pang of disappointment. He had been enjoying their banter. With the dangers of the Silver Owls, barely anyone has any spare time to simply talk with each other.

She just shrugs at his question, picking up the leftover bandages, presumably to use later since she didn't use too many on him, "interpret it as you will, but you need to socialize. Y'know, build trust between your troops and all that."

He sighs, but gets up as well, turning to walk out of the medical tent and into the camp, but not before calling out behind him, "talk to you later?"

"Once I've finished sorting my stocks, sure."

Lilia smiles, nods at her, then walks over to the bonfire to at least attempt to have a conversation that isn't about their job to his subordinates.

Though he can't help but wonder if Moonlight secretly knows that most of his minor injuries were only for him to spend more time with her.

~•~•~

"Is it the General again?"

The healer's apprentice, Coriander, walks up from behind her, her gaze following her mentor's to the back of the said fae, "did he 'accidentally' hurt himself again?"

The healer shakes her head, "no. This one is genuine. He might be emotionally constipated, but he's not stupid enough to rip his arm open just to get my attention."

Coriander raises an eyebrow, standing next to the healer, her eyes trained on the bandages poking out of the General's sleeve, "is that why you used the bandages? You know we're running low on that, right? You could have just healed him with your magic."

"He needed to loosen up somehow," the healer says, her gaze flicking to Coriander's face, "besides, we're near a village. I'll disguise myself and buy some more, and if that doesn't work, we'll just have to make do with cobwebs."

A sigh, and Coriander looks at her mentor annoyedly, "you could just say that you wanted to spend time with him as well. There's no shame in that."

That causes the healer to laugh, "I'm not ashamed of saying it. It's just that he won't see it that way, so I won't frame it that way as well until he does."

"Both of you are the worst."

"Perhaps. But at least I'm more honest with myself."

[idontexistcought]

Hi can you tell i love Cairngorm.

[spookydetective]

LITTLE FUCKING GUY ALERT

now, you might say that they're a ripoff of fawful, and id say that you're 100% right

[witchinatree]

i finally finished archive 81 and i dont think ive heard words more devestating than "we're going to make more later this year"

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Just finished Volume 2. Haven't sobbed that much since Endgame. Might've ruptured something. Which'll go perfectly with my now broken heart.

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I CAVED IN 🗣️

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I call this the uhh... "Operation: Staying Alive" AU??

Basically, Ci adopts three living toys and officially becomes a parent :>

Screw the cannon, Dogday joins the girl squad! He is safe and all patched up 👏🏻

Their relationships are purely platonic so please no shipping.

Bonus:

[mopeytwat]

some silly Izzy pics cuz the tag is currently filled with discussion about THE ep/scene and I miss when it wasn't :')

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"remember who the real enemy is" you're right. i remember now. it's him. he's the real enemy!!!!!!!!!!!

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The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

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when death approaches

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tianjiu (food 4 me specifically)

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put him in school

Greendale Community College

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saints i want you to know i think about long hair barty… often

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[moliathh]

The Japanese VA of Alucard (Jouji Nakata) and Integra (Yoshiko Sakakibara) just met on the set of JJK and they greeted with the line of Alucard and Integra greeting at the ending of Hellsing:

"Welcome back"

"I'm home"

SOURCE:

(1st pic): explaination tweet

(2nd pic): Jouji Nakata's tweet