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teeful-corner · 2 years

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[ A fleeting love that lasted for centuries ]

[#]pairings . characters: Lilia x gn! reader [#]warnings . tags: reincarnation, manipulation (not by Lilia), gore/blood, angst, pet names (darlin' - not by Lilia) [#]synopsis: A story in which the reader and Lilia have to struggle to keep their relationship together throughout centuries.. though the reader is human and Lilia is a fae. [#]wc: 6.02k words [#]@'s: @lazywrites @akai-joou @cupids-chamber [#]requested by @akai-joou

" Go, we'll leave their team on the bare bones!! Protect the kingdom, citizens, and royal family at all costs! " Declared the captain of the royal guards with a loud booming voice, enforcing all of the kingdom's current soldiers to get into the battlefield; one in which has been pushed back far enough into the kingdom's front door and caused the kingdom to stir with panic. There was no true organization on the kingdom streets anymore, at least from what you could see as you peaked out from behind a curtain. There were soldiers running in all directions, as well as some citizens from the more upper-front of the kingdom being rushed towards the back.

It was the chaos of a falling kingdom, though a kingdom that wouldn't fall without a proper fight to save everything. All those guards out there, all the normal people who joined in the fight as well.. They were all led by one common motivation, to protect their homeland.

Though, you couldn't help but wonder how long the fight will last until the kingdom tumbles down. How long would you have until your part of the kingdom has to be evacuated towards the back as well?

Questions continued to swarm your mind as you blankly stared out into the carnation and blood-thirsty battle that seemed to be drawing ever so near. You were lost in your thoughts, having been swallowed by the disquiet of your own mind as you tried to stay hidden behind your curtain as you watched helplessly. And even with all these swarming thoughts that piled together to slowly consume you.. one question seemed to always loop in your mind as though it was a broken record with no way of being fixed:

' Will my husband be alright? '

You were never one to doubt your husband's ability on the battlefield, or in general unless it came to the question of his cooking ... but this situation, and these circumstances had edged you on. You've seen many soldiers fall in this war between kingdoms and you personally knew a few families who had lost their sons, daughters, or even lovers in this voracious, roaring battle. The probability of anyone dying in this type of battle, one in which our kingdom was severely losing, was at an all time high - record-breaking for the kingdom.

'thump' You jolted suddenly, though stayed in place, as your eyes lingered on the battlefield; on the shouting that was getting closer and closer, on the countless splatters of blood you can see on everything, and on the dead bodies that lay on the ground helplessly. Some of them were from your kingdom, some were from the other's, but they laid all the same; defeated in battle with their only hopes fueling their comrades for victory and vengeance for their spilt blood. It was a bloody scene, one that made your stomach curl as your heart began to race and lungs ached - the scene made you sick to your stomach, you could almost puke. And it was no help that the stench of blood was slowly wafting its way down and invading homes.

" ...Nibbi?.. " A candy-sweet voice called out to you with a tired yawn as you felt the owner of the voice tugging at your clothing, snapping you out of your train of thought. It was able to draw your eyes away from the blood shed, at least for now.

Next to you, a small little baby boy stood hugging a teddy bear with the sleepiest look on his face. One arm hugged his bear, a gift from his father, the second hung onto your clothes lazily. Throughout your distress, you had completely forgotten about your little one!

" Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Baba! " You were swift in closing the curtains fully as you turned to address your little one. Though he wasn't your own flesh and blood, a poor kid who Lilia found trying to feed himself from the trash, you can't help but treat him like your own. He was adorable, a perfect little kid.

" Is something happening, Nibbi?.. Why isn't papa home yet?.. " He queried while looking up at you with big, wide questioning eyes. For a moment all you could do was stand and stare at your little one, your words caught in your throat as you tried not to cry. After all, there was a big possibility that your husband wasn't coming home anytime soon.. or ever. But, you couldn't tell your little one that. You were just about to respond after your long pause, but your little one had beaten you to speaking.

" I already picked out the book I want him to read for me! See, I'm already in my PJ's!! Hehe! " He giggled, a bright grin stretching across his face, a sight that warmed your heart though didn't ease your mind. All you could do at that moment was kneel down to your son's level and softly rub his head as you mustered up any sort of courage you could at that moment.

" Just give him a little longer, alright, buddy? I'm sure he'll be home soon!- and, if not, I'll read you to sleep tonight. Your daddy's a busy man, he's keeping us all safe! " You smiled brightly, telling your son the half-truth his little heart deserved to hear. No matter how painful it might be to lie to him, you knew you couldn't tell him about the reality of what was occurring outside these walls ... and about the possibility of his father not returning home tonight.

" Aww.. " He frowned softly, his spirits being lowered as he was told his father would take a little longer to come home. Though, he seemed willing to wait for him as he sprung back up to speak, " Well that's alright! Daddy's always so hard working an- "

" ALL CITIZENS THAT CAN HEAR MY VOICE, YOU NEED TO EVACUATE YOUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY. LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND! GET TO THE BACK OF THE KINGDOM NOW! "

It had been a sudden alert, that caused an even more sudden spike of adrenaline to rush you all at once. At once, your body had acted on its own and scooped up your little one into your arms - much to his confusion and now sudden fright. His little hand gripped tighter to the stuffed bear he held in his head as you took no time to collect any belongings before you rushed out of your home; colliding in and flushing into the sudden stampede of citizens that had been prompted to move to the back-end of the kingdom. Every last person in that crowd, alongside you, knew that at this moment you were all open prey that was slowly being hunted; it was simply a natural instinct to run away from danger and leave all those items unneeded behind...

" COCO! " Cried your little one in your arms as he reached his hand out, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears as he watched his favorite toy - one that had been given to him by his father and one that he slept with every night - suddenly flung into the crowd. He watched as it got dragged down and then squished under the feet of other people. He couldn't help but begin to cry … and you hadn't even noticed.

" Captain Lilia, we've secured the outskirts of the kingdom and counted the dead and wounded. The numbers aren't looking too good, we're heavily under-staffed with all of the fallen soldiers- " A soldier had caught up to pace with one of the captains of the royal guard. As soon as the soldier came side to side with the captain, they halted in their speech, having been quick to notice that the captain was paying respects to the fallen soldiers.

Lilia had not budged when he heard the soldier; he simply kept his firm but soft stance with his right hand over his heart and his eyes closed. There was a pained, yet serene look on his face.

When Lilia was finished, he lifted his head slightly from its bowed position, and turned to look at the soldier with half-lidded eyes. The Captain was still standing firm and strong, though the soldier picked out how weary and fatigued he was from his slightly slumped shoulders and dull eyes. Captain Lilia, one of the strongest captains and royal guards in this kingdom, was tired from the long war and the soldier was just simply put on edge.

" Sir!- " The Soldier spoke hastily, his emotions getting the better of him quickly. He was able to speak again, though was cut off by Lilia; who seemed to know what he was going to say.

" No, no need for that. Please, give me the report. We must bring it to the Queen before proper reconstruction of the Kingdom can take place. There's no time to stand still now. " Lilia stated, his long hair swayed in the wind though was held captive in a ponytail. The soldier wearily looked at Lilia, a small frown creeping onto their face, but they followed his orders.

" Right, sir. So far we've counted over 100 fatalities, a mixture of both the dead and the wounded. Not all who are dead and wounded are from our ranks either, some civilians were injured. " Explained the Soldier, who gained a swift nod from his captain; who scrunched his nose in annoyance and agony. Perhaps if he had been quicker to think, quicker to act, quicker to call... he could have saved more lives or maybe he could have prevented the enemy from getting into their land!

If he had only done better to lead...No! Lilia shook the intrusive thoughts from his head, remembering the soldier that stood before him and the countless others who still needed his guidance. He couldn't let thoughts like this slow him down more than they already have...

After all, he still needed to go home and ready his little one a bedtime story.

Lilia sighed heavily as he began to walk towards the back of the city, not wasting a beat to wave to the soldier to follow him. The soldier did so and now the two walked side by side, trying not to feel too small in the rubble of their own short-comings.

" Captain Lilia- " The Soldier soon broke the silence after it loomed over the two for what seemed like too long. Though, before he could speak much to the Captain he was quick to stop when the Captain had. It was a sudden pause in their brisk walk and the Soldier had almost thought that Lilia had caused a wound of his to become worse! A wound he perhaps couldn’t see through the captain’s clothes, despite its beaten up and torn state.

Though the soldier would come to realize that the Captain had not stopped in his tracks due to a wound, but rather due to a fuzzy item he had stepped on while in his path. After all, the Captain would have been smarter than the move when he was fatally wounded; he would have been a fool to allow the enemy side some sort of victory by tearing such a horrible wound into him in the first place.

" Oh!.. oh dear.. looks like a little kid lost their little teddy bear during all of the commotion. " The Soldier commented softly, a look of pity crossing his face as the discarded toy laid on the ground like some piece of trash. It was rugged, dirty, and stained with the blood of someone unknown.

Lilia had taken a moment to regain his composure and slowly move his foot off of the stuffed bear. His movements were noticeably slower than usual and much more stiff. Though it was no surprise when his eyes were widened with horror; the type of horror that the Soldier in front of Lilia would only have thought he'd see in fresh-new recruits on their first time on the battlefield.

" ..C-.. Captain? " Asked the soldier hesitantly as he grew awfully weary.

Lilia did not respond to the soldier, his attention placed fully on the stuffed bear that laid almost mockingly right in front of him. A million thoughts rushed through his head, thoughts of comfort and thoughts that Lilia could never come to terms with. They all stuffed his head with so many possibilities and so much doubt that Lilia had to bend down to the stuffed toy and pick it up; he had to make sure it was his little boy's.

But, surely enough.. Lilia found his little boy's initials sown into the bottom two feet of the bear. It was his little boy's toy, and his favorite one at that; a toy his boy wouldn't leave behind no matter what came to challenge him.

Yet, he laid discarded and ragged in the middle of a common street that had been home to a bloody battle. Here it laid as though it had not been shown love in decades. Here it laid all rugged and stained with dirt, dust, blood, and footprints. Here it laid.. not in his boy's little arms.

With a sudden push, Lilia's body acted on its own and boosted Lilia up from his crouched position before it darted towards the back of the kingdom.

" H- Hey!- CAPTAIN! " The soldier shouted towards Lilia, though Lilia took no time to even pay the soldier attention. Nothing mattered to Lilia more in this moment than rushing to the back of the kingdom to make sure his partner and kid were okay.

For he was a man who had fought many wars...but a man who could not handle the loss that came along with it. And in this moment more, now than ever, did that factor become apparent as the Captain rushed through the streets not caring who's calling his name or who's trying to stop him.

By the time he saw his wife and child, he was winded yet also in tears.

By the time he saw his wife and child, all he could do was slowly drop to his knees in frustration, confusion, anger, and torment.

By the time he saw his wife and child.. he had been far too late. A usually warm greeting turned into a bitter and cold one as the Captain could do nothing but sit on his knees and shake; his sobs falling silent as he stared at the scene in front of him.

His wife and his child were laid out as though they were a display, side by side. A sign of resistance could be seen by the multiple wounds on his wife's body, though in the end there had been a fatal wound to her chest.. and then to his child's. Their blood stained the ground, almost reaching where Lilia was a few feet away.

Though the sight was painful enough to Lilia's eyes, his already open wound was filled with more salt as he saw the message that was stabbed into his wife's chest; She had been left out to bleed before having been defiled with a calling card from the kingdom next door..

' I'd say we scored a checkmate on this one! Don't you think so as well, Captain Lilia?~ '

Maybe.. Lilia began to think again.. if I had just been quicker...

A feeling was stuck in the pits of your stomach, churning and reminding you of its existence more than it should. You weren't quite sure why you held a feeling like this, a feeling that was trying to tug you away from your current relationship. Though, no matter how hard you tried, how much you tugged and pulled and thought to yourself, the feeling never left.

You couldn't help but hate yourself for having these feelings, especially since it only grew stronger the longer you were in your relationship with your current fiancé. Holding a feeling like this, one that almost felt like resentment and made you feel disloyal, was horrible; more so when it only festered more as you looked at yourself in the mirror today.

Ever since your fiancé proposed, there has been no stop to the amount of wedding planning you've had to endure.. along with the stress of planning said wedding.

You had been elated at first, of course, that you were marrying the love of your life; practically walking on cloud nine for a few weeks after the proposal and showing your families the ring. Though slowly the more the feeling of you being married to your fiancé set in, the more grounded you felt over the months that past. It's gotten to the point where now, you weren't even smiling in the mirror as you looked at one of your clothing options for your wedding.

There was nothing wrong with what you were wearing, in fact it was your favorite option out of all of the options you've tried on during the past 4 hours; yet there was just a feeling in your gut that made you feel as though you were about to get cold feet.

" Ah, do you not like this one either? " Claude asked as he walked into your changing room, presuming that you were done after not hearing you shuffle around for a hot minute.

" Huh? " In an instant you were snapped out of your thoughts, turning to look at your twin with a confused look.

" The outfit. Is it not to your style? " Claude re-asked his question, though formatted it differently, as he walked behind you and started picking up some of the clothing that was denied. He did so with a small hopeful smile on his face, despite having been sitting here for 5 hours as you couldn't make up your mind.

" That's alright if you don't, we can always head to another store or come back another da- '' He tried continuing as he draped the rejected clothes on his arm. He turned to look at you, in which you instantly interjected his sentence;

" No, no. I'm in love with this option. " You murmured softly. Your voice sounded genuine yet hesitant as you studied yourself in the mirror. Though you did glance over at your brother once you were done.

" Aw, then what's that frown for?~ " Claude teased you as he walked up behind you. He instantly pushed up your cheeks with his hands to make you smile, cheekily poking his head out from behind you after he did. " You should be smiling thiiis wide if you were really happy with the dress! But you're not. Don't think you can lie to me. '' Claude snickered at you, acting as though he was the world's greatest detective.

You only shook your head with a small smile, " Honestly, this is amazing. I'm just.. I don't know.. a little stressed about all the wedding planning and stuff. And- " You paused yourself from going any further as you had almost slipped and spilled out your feelings about the whole thing.

Your twin brother had been born before you, making him the eldest of the two. He was a little immature and a little quirky, at least in your eyes, but he loved you nonetheless; he took his big brother role rather seriously and would do almost anything to make sure you were happy and to see you smile. If anything, you wouldn't put it past him to kick someone's ass if they made you upset.

" Uh-huh.. And? " Claude asked, removing his hands from your face and crossing his arms. He glared at you with a questioning look, wondering if you'd continue your sentence - mostly hoping you would so he didn't have to pry it out of you.

Though, also knowing you, your brother knew that you enjoyed bottling up your emotions and probably had many things hidden from him. Sometimes he couldn't tell what you were thinking, but right now he could tell something was bothering you heavily. It was the way your eyebrows frowned down ever so lightly and your eyes just held an irritated gleam to them. Nevertheless, you were frowning despite saying you loved the dress you were currently wearing. Claude wasn't sure what was upsetting you, he didn't even know where to start guessing, but he definitely knew it was more than just 'wedding planning stress'.

" It's nothing.. " You sighed softly, closing your eyes as you did so to try and quiet your mind. It didn't work but you chose to pretend it did. After all, when you were this far along in a relationship and wedding planning you shouldn't be having second thoughts like this!- Plus, you knew your brother would have a field day with your fiancé on why you're so upset.

" Uh-huh. " Was all Claude responded with at first, " Well, if you're happy with what you have on right now, then I guess you said 'yes to the choice~'. Get out of it and we'll go pay up front. " Claude hummed softly, deciding not to bother you for answers this time; you seemed to have a lot on your mind.

With brisk steps, Claude disappeared out of your dressing room and went to put away the choices you had declined. You were once again alone in the dressing room, surrounded by nothing but cold air and your swirling thoughts.

Thoughts of how this fae you were marrying wasn't the man for you and how you had your soulmate out there, waiting. . . Maybe the thoughts were true, but you denied that to ever be a possibility long ago. Your current fiancé was everything you ever wanted and needed, after all. He was tall, strong, handsome, and took good care of you. He made you feel as though you were his world and in turn you made him feel as though he was yours.

. . . but then why did this marriage feel so wrong?

You lingered on those thoughts for a little longer as you stared at yourself blankly in the mirror. You never got an answer to any of the thoughts that swirled in your head - though if you had you weren't sure if you'd be more grateful or terrified.

A sigh left your lips as you looked down at your choice, taking it in one last time as it hugged your body. Once you were done, you took the outfit off, put your casual clothes back on, and hung the outfit. You then left the changing room and headed towards the front where your brother was waiting for you.

" Yes, me and [your name] are very excited for our wedding! " Your fiancé spoke with a grin plastered across his face as he cut his dinner. You currently sat next to him at a fancy restaurant with both of your families, talking about the wedding that was taking place in a few days. Despite there being some last minute preparations that needed to be done, your fiancé had convinced you to come to the dinner.

" Oh I'm so happy to hear that! " Your mother beamed as she looked at your fiancé and you, " Honestly, before [your name] met you we were all a little worried that she wasn't going to find anyone! So, you can imagine our shock when not only when you came around.. but even more so when he heard of the Fae Queen blessing your marriage! It was the best news we could have ever received! " Your father nodded along with your mother, agreeing with her words as you knew he would.

Your family has always been a bit traditional, yet not overbearing. Your parents always wanted you to have a traditional marriage, wed someone you love, and then be content with filling your gender role. Despite being the youngest between Claude and you for some reason they've always been rather keen of you being the one to be wedded first.

Your brother never enjoyed that idea, of course, since he was a bit over protective of you. Though he accepted your fiancé just as long as he didn't hurt you or make you cry.

Though even now, as you sit next to your fiancé with a puppy love grin on your face, you can tell your brother was on her last twits end with your fiancé. You weren't quite sure why he had suddenly taken a dislike to your fiancé, but you let your brother be; maybe he was finally taking in the reality that you were no longer going to be just his little sister and now he had to share you with someone new. You, honestly, wouldn't put it above him.

" I'm so happy they were blessed as well! Praise for a good marriage from our Queen is of the highest blessing a soldier can get when marrying someone that's not our kind. " Your fiancé's father spoke up this time, grinning as like your other family members were - minus your brother of course, but he was trying.

" Mhmm! And I just knew the Queen was going to accept their marriage as soon as she saw them; after all, who can deny these two a happy marriage when they're just so smitten for each other? " Fawned your fiancé's mother with a big grin. You couldn't help but giggle along with them, picking up a portion of your food with your fork as you did so.

" Even if we weren't blessed by the Queen, " You started with a smitten grin, " I would have married your son regardless!- of course not to disrespect your culture or anything. " You finished, eating the portion of food you had collected on your fork. Your response seemed to make both families rather happy, despite it being the cold hard truth.

Your fiancé snickered to himself, " You know darlin', '' He caught your attention rather quickly as he turned to look at you. Your eyes met as he continued, " I would have married you as well with or without the Queen's blessing. A jewel like you is far too memorizing to lose~ " Flirted your fiancé as you both kept your eyes interlocked.

All at once it felt as though you were smitten for him all over again. His comment made you flush brightly, as though you were a school girl who's crush had just flirted with them. Maybe if you and him were alone you would be twirling your hair out of embarrassment. But you kept your composure for now and turned back to eating your meal as you flushed, thinking over his comment.

" Aw! " Cooed your mother as she quaked at the two of you, though your brother couldn't care less - in fact his eyes simply only narrowed at the comment your fiancé had made. He seemed almost disgusted that his ears had to hear something like that.

It made you upset that you suddenly became aware of your brother's disdain for your fiancé, but you tried not to think too much about it. You thought it'd be a phase he'd pass soon enough and he'd soon come around to your husband and welcome him as a part of the family. After all he was your brother . . . and he always claimed he'd support you no matter what.

A feeling itched the bottom of your stomach as you thought more about your brother's distance from your fiancé. But you were snapped out of your thoughts, the itching feeling passing as you heard your fiancé rave about the wedding and you. Slowly, you couldn't help but gin again.

You were marrying the best man in the world.

If the wedding bells would have rang sooner, you knew you'd be there with your husband; trapped under the wicked spell his eyes deceived you with. Only if they had rang sooner, even maybe a few minutes sooner, you knew that your brother wouldn't have been able to convince you to flee - to escape the marriage bound by a spell that deceived you so easily...

" [Your Name]! " Your brother shook you once more as you stood in your wedding outfit of choice. Your eyes where interlocked, his filled with panic and horror and yours were filled with confusion and terror. Your brother never acted like this in his life; he's never been this frazzle, this off put..

" Claude?! Claude what's happened!? " You inquired almost instantly as you clasped your hands on your brother's wrists, your eyes widening as your body became stiff. You could tell that there was some underlying pleading look in his eyes … but you didn't know what he could possibly want.

At least you couldn't know what he wanted until he spoke to you! Though all your twin brother did was stand there, in front of you, with the same look he had when he first entered the room. His eyes were wide and his face was pale, his mouth opening and closing seemed to indicate that he was trying to find some words that were clogged in his throat.

" Claude?! " You exclaimed again, trying to get Claude's hands off your shoulders now. His palms were sweaty but slowly closing onto your shoulders in a rather hurtful grip. " Claude speak to me dammit!- "

" You need to get out of here. " Claude suddenly stated in the most serious tone he could muster at the time, and you knew it because you could hear the light tumble of horror that followed. His statement made your eyes widen almost instantly as you shoved yourself away from your twin.

" What? " You were startled by his sudden comment; a comment he dared to make after he barged into this room with a look that almost made you have a heart attack!

" You need to get out of here! You need to leave this church and leave your fiancé and- " Claude began to ramble again as he didn't remove his hands from your shoulders, his voice slowly devolving into more into one of panic. " Please! Please he doesn't love you! [Your name] please believe me! He does NOT love you. He's only trying to get revenge on someone through YOU- "

" You're talking nonsense Claude, he loves me! " You cut your brother off almost instantly, having finally been able to throw his hands off your shoulders. At once, rage bubbled to surface as you shot daggers at your brother for his outrageous claims.

You were about to open your mouth to continue, but Claude stopped you quickly, " No [Your name] please! You don't love him, he doesn't love you. You're under his spell, he's manipulating you!! " Claude rushed out as he was quick to place his hands right back on your shoulders and turn you to face yourself in the mirror. " LOOK AT YOU! LOOK AT YOURSELF. I KNOW MY SISTER IS STILL IN THERE! YOU DON'T LOVE HIM, PLEASE! SNAP OUT OF IT!! "

His pleading screams rang in your ears, making them hurt from remembering how loud your brother was being - he was basically screaming in your ear! But, you couldn't be mad at him, not anymore or ever. Not after he was the one who freed you and now was the one who was going to pick up your mess now that you were gone... not when he agreed to do all that through tears and allowed you to leave his life to go be with the man you always were meant to be with.

Not after everything he's ever done for you in your whole life.. and not after he still promised to find you after he cleared up the mess that was to be left behind from your disappearance.

You shook your head almost instantly, knowing you couldn't press yourself on thoughts and memories like that when all you had to do was run now. Run away from the wedding, run away from the spell and your fiancé, from your families and from your brother. Claude gave you a chance to escape and you couldn't let him down now.

Pushing pasted all of the foliage and running down to the Briar Valley - as your wedding was being held in a church inside the kingdom walls - to make up for your lost time; to make up for all the years you've been with the wrong man.

" Lilia Vanrouge, he's a general for the fae Queen, and you'll be able to find him at this address.. if you're quick enough.. " Claude told you with tears in his eyes, though he was trying hard not to cry. He then slipped a crumpled paper into my hands before continuing, " It's him, I know . . . because-" Claude paused for a moment, hearing him a confused and estranged look from you. Claude bit his tongue, looking away from you for a moment as he thought about how the phrase his next sentence. He couldn't just out right tell you what had happened to him when he ran into the general; how the general had kept staring at him and then walked over to strike up some small talk. Even if this encounter had happened months ago, Claude could still remember the general's eyes and the hop he carried .. the hope that was only crushed when he seemed to realize Claude wasn't who he was looking for. Claude wasn't sure why that specific meeting had been so stuck in his mind, that was until he had overheard some stories and fables from other faes. And after digging around the kingdom's history books he had slowly put together who General had been looking for...

" Actually, why I know is not important right now but I know it's him, okay? Now go, go! He's leaving with Prince Malleus soon to Night Raven College!- " Exclaimed Claude as he handed you some of your casual wears, basically almost shoving them into your arms. You didn't know what had gotten into him, but for some reason you felt like he was right . . . and maybe deep down you had always knew that.

Your brother was your best friend and even if you weren't sure if he was mentally sane or not . . . you couldn't help but trust him on this one. Even if you didn't usually trust his judgment, you weren't sure what it was inside of you but your heart skipped once you heard Lilia's name; ever so more you felt the feeling surge back in your stomach. The feeling that you had felt countless times now you understood it was simply just fate trying to tug you away from a situation that you were not meant to be in and trying to match you back with your lover.

With tears falling down from your eyes, both from the conversation with Claude earlier and from the wind in your eyes now, you knew you were going to be showing up like a mess to this man's house. But, for some reason, you weren't nervous about it at all ... it felt as though something about all of this was exactly right.

You began to slow down, feeling winded, as you entered the main foot-traffic of Briar Valley. Having taken a moment to take in the scenery around you, you couldn't help but feel a way of nostalgia hit you. It was as though you had seen this street dozens of times on many different occasions though this had been one of your handful of times actually stepping foot into this busy street. It made you nervous, though also made you feel like you were right at home.

Suddenly remembering you were at a race against the clock, you were quick to take out the note your brother hand shoved into your hand - a note you luckily didn't drop on your way here - and open it. It took you a minute to read the address that had been seemingly scribbled down quickly, though you were off as soon as you could make out the lettering. Head up and attentive, you made your way through the crowd of faes in search of your destination.

You had received a few odd and questioning looks from the residents of the kingdom as you passed by, looking over signs and making your way towards the high-class area of the kingdom. This is the housing that was the closest to the castle, though also the housing that cost the most. Though they weren't mansions they were definitely spacious! You could tell by just walking down the rows of this style of housing.

Though soon enough your wandering had come to a stop as you reached the house you were looking for with the lights still on. Bingo! You couldn't help but grin slightly to yourself, thinking of how lucky you were right now.

And despite all of the nerves building up in your chest and all the butterflies pattering around in your stomach, you walked up to the front of the door and knocked on it. The house was seemingly still inside as you waited out on the porch for any sort of answer from anyone who was inside.

Minutes passed like eons and then the door opened showing a tall young man with silver hair standing behind a shorter man with black and pink hair.

The shorter male's eyes widened in shock and recognition, in an instant when he caught sight of you, the stranger knocking at his door.

And in an instant, you knew that this is where you were meant to be and he … Lilia Vanrouge was who you were meant to be with.

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hhh sleep deprived izzy my beloved. no piss here unfortunately but PLEASE imagine, the sleepiest first mate in all the seven seas being barely able to keep his eyes open during story time. he’s sitting with ed and stede, not quite listening while his blinks seem to be getting longer and longer. eventually he just leans on stede and conks out (definitely not because he feels safe enough to let his guard down with captain bonnet). stede’s very much of the “it’s illegal for me to move” mindset when something or someone falls asleep on him but ed’s got no qualms about giving izzy a poke and making him go to bed because the captain isn’t a pillow, no matter how soft he is or how nice his outfits feel against your cheek.

YAAAAA OMFG XRXTGYCGVC77GCG7

Oh my god- Izzy had probably a couple rough days, ones where he hasn't gotten much rest. And tonight is the first time he's really had a breather- at first he rolls his eyes to Stede's story time. Probably planning on just ditching but then he's sandwiched between the two captains' xD

You knooow the rest of the crew think it's fuking adorable to see Izzy, mr.grumpy pants, being so sweet, falling asleep right there???

Izzy probably whines a small bit when he's woken up but pretends he's just coughing so no one knows what he was actually do.

Stede is totally like, "I can finish the story with you later if you want."

And Izzy just makes a huffy noise before slipping away to sleep until like, the late morning ♡♡

#m #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach

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seacrestseacon · 1 year

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(ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c)

Send (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) to give my muse a big hug! (Caspian Requested)

A soft yawn, little frame stretching slightly before settling against purple armour, and Caspian can feel his optics dimming no matter how hard he tries at fighting off recharge.

It wasn't often that Tarn's crew increased by a fluffy seal pup. Mostly due to both captains being quite busy when it came to running their ships and whatever alliances entailed paperwork or meeting wise, but, the sand grains must have aligned for such a wonderful day!

Caspian got to fly the ship (on autopilot of course). Tarn took him out over to Messatine for some fun in the sun snow, making snow-mechs and having a snowball fight, Tarn cheated with how big a ball he can make! They got mechdonalds on the hyperjump back to familiar quadrants. Tarn even set up his bridge console for a movie while the tank wrapped up some reports.

Which is probably why Tarn has the sleepiest little seal former slumbering softly in his arms after a big day. Tucked into the crook of his arm and propped up against violet chassis armour, little servos loosely curled around his mechdonalds shake cup, little 'ears' drooped forwards, and optics flickering softly in DJD-day dream land.

Would he notice if you cuddled him a little closer? Rested a scarred cheek on that cloud soft little helm? No. Perhaps a murmur at being moved, but Caspian is one tired little guy. Your snuggles are safe from the masses.

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eijispumpkin · 4 years

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6 FOR ASHEIJI PLS CAPTAIN

6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

Rain pitter-patters against the windowpane, the city and sky outside both a miserable, dismal grey in the pale light of dawn. The ambient sound is soothing and calm, with an occasional rumble of low, distant thunder that serves as an additional reminder to burrow further under the blankets. Today is a good day for staying in, for staying cozy. And it’s far too early to get out of bed.

Eiji sighs, heavy and content, and rolls over with eyes still closed, feeling around on the mattress for—there he is. Mmf. His big cuddly teddy bear. Teddy cat? Whatever. Ash. His Ash.

“Mrrf?”

See? Teddy cat. He even makes the noises.

Eiji smiles, cracking his eyes open just a bit, to see Ash blinking at him with the sleepiest green eyes, hardly able to keep them open. That’s his soulmate, Eiji thinks, and because he’s sleepy and comfy and warm, the only thing left to do is to snuggle in closer and hug and kiss his Ash.

“G’mornin’,” he mumbles, sleep slurring his words to make him sound more like a true American. “Love you.”

“S’too early. No mornin’s.” Ash still turns his face up for a kiss, and Eiji feels him smile against his mouth when he returns it. “Mm...”

“Sleepy.” Eiji kisses him again, because it’s too early, and the rain is soothing, and Ash might have slightly stinky breath, but that’s okay, because Eiji just wants to lie here and kiss him. And hug him. And sleep more. And... mm.

“Sleepy,” Ash agrees, and drapes a heavy arm over his waist. He closes his eyes and snuggles into Eiji’s neck with a deep, content sigh, his nose tucked against Eiji’s collarbone. “Don’ go ‘nywhere.”

“Won’t,” Eiji murmurs, and they settle in together to listen to the rain.

♥ fictional kiss prompts ♥

#anon i love u thank u. alsothe fact that u call me captain makes me so ridiculously pleased fbkjbsjd please never stop i love it #asheiji #written #anon #answers

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j-elaine-hyde · 3 years

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The Bean Chronicles: Part 16

Henry Cavill / Chris Evans / Reader

You sat in your backyard, AirPods in, blaring music, soaking up the sun. Everything was a mess, and you kept unintentionally making it worse with your decisions. You had sent Florian home, Henry to his hotel, and were utterly worried about Chris popping up out of nowhere. He undoubtedly saw the same tabloids Henry had, giving away your location. It was only a matter of time before his pleading puppy dog eyes started begging you and breaking your heart all over again.

Ashley brought out some food, setting it on the table next to you. She crossed her arms and stared at you, waiting for you to acknowledge the food and eat something. For the last six months you had zero appetite, and it didn’t look like that was going to change today.

“Fine. Starve.” She threw up her hands as she walked back inside the house.

Your phone pinged, signaling a text, but it glitched out as two simultaneous texts came in.

You read his text four or five times. Can it really be called cheating if the relationship was over? Rebound. Not cheating. Fuck..... You missed him. He had always been the one that held you and kissed your forehead, made you feel safe and like everything was going to be ok. He was the one you wanted. But you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying. Her number and picture were saved in his phone. The previous texts had been deleted. Just the thought of it hurt.

The number was unknown, but you knew without a doubt it was Chris. You immediately felt a white hot rage spreading over your entire body in an instant. A giant red flag waving in your face, “He cheated on you”, Chris would have no way of knowing you and Henry were fighting about this. He showed his hand, either Henry did cheat and Chris orchestrated it, or the whole thing was a lie, laid in place by a jealous ex.

You couldn’t call Henry fast enough. He answered without it even finishing an entire ring.

“Baby! Oh God, Thank you. Are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok. Where are you? I’m coming over.” He sounded frantic, his words coming at a million miles a minute.

“Hen, I’m fine. I’m at home.” You were becoming increasingly worried.

“Stay put! I’ll be there in a few minutes! I love you.” You could tell he was already running, his breath ragged.

“Hen, what’s wrong? What are you talking about?” You were completely confused.

“Baby Chris has been texting me. He’s been threatening me and you. I’m on my way. Just stay inside until I’m there.”

“Ok....” you got up and started walking inside, that’s when you heard his voice behind you.

“Oh baby... I’ve missed you....” his voice sounded off. He was speaking through gritted teeth. It sent chills through your body.

You slowly lowered your phone, hearing Henry yelling as you tucked it into your pocket, being careful to not end the call. You turned to see Chris standing there, face unshaven, chest heaving, eyes wide.

“I didn’t know where you were. All I wanted to do was see you. You left London without telling me. I’m guessing you found out he was cheating. I wanted to tell you, to be there for you when you found out.... I’m not sorry you know what a piece of shit he is. I would never cheat on you. I love you so much baby. You know that. Now that you know he’s a cheating bastard, we can be together. You and me.” He rambled, taking slow steps towards you.

You took a step back, closer to the house, away from him. He tilted his head, clearly confused why you weren’t rushing into his arms. His hands out towards you, he slowly took another step. Feeling like a caged animal you jumped back even further.

“Baby? I thought you’d be happy to see me. I sure am glad to see you. I was so worried about you.... Henry cheated on you... you should be with me. He doesn’t deserve you. You know that now.... I love you. Baby let’s go. You and me. Anywhere in the world. Let’s run away together. Get the hell out of this town.... where do you wanna go? I’ll take you anywhere. Let’s make a new start. You and me. We can try to get pregnant again....”

A ringing started in your ears, you couldn’t hear anything. You felt sick as soon as he said “try to get pregnant again” your mouth went dry, your body shaking. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Now, more than ever, you knew he had something to do with that Lisbeth girl. You stood there in shock, you couldn’t hear Chris, but you could see him still pleading with you.

Henry came flying out of nowhere and tackled Chris to the ground. Ashley grabbed you from behind, pulling you into the house as a large man rushed passed you racing towards Henry and Chris fighting in the grass. You watched from the window as the giant man pulled Henry off of Chris, quickly subduing Captain America, his arms pinned behind his back.

Henry rushed inside, as you collided against him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he did the same to you. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. It’s ok my love, I’m here.” He pet your hair as his deep voice whispered into your ear.

“Ash, I’m going to take her upstairs, please stay here and make sure Oscar doesn’t have any trouble until the cops get here.” Henry held you as he gruffed an order at her, not entirely trusting she didn’t have a hand in Chris showing up. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. He sat on the bed, still holding you as kicked off his boots. You latched onto him even tighter as managed to get comfortable.

“Oh my god Hen... Thank you. I’m so sorry. For everything. I love you. Only you.” Straddling his lap, you gripped his curly hair in your hand, as you kissed his face between words.

He smiled as he tilted his face back, his hands on your hips pulling you down onto his lap. “I know you do my love. I love you so much. I swear I never cheated... I wanted to talk to you about it. I’ve never met that woman, I don’t know how she got my number. I called my agent and asked about it. The emails and texts I got about an interview were all bullshit.”

“It was Chris. It was his fault. I know it. He kept telling me you cheated. He wanted to use it to get me back. He shouldn’t have known anything about it.”

“Well that makes sense...” he sighed heavily, “that bastard.”

“I’m so sorry I doubted you Hen... I’m so sorry... please forgive me.” Your eyes begged him, your tone pleading with him. You pouted your lips and lowered your face. He gripped your face, tilting it towards his, bring it closer.

“It’s alright my love. There is nothing to forgive. You’re with me now and everything is alright.” He gently kissed you and smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Ashley knocked on the door, “The cops are here for Chris. They wanted a statement from you. I’ll let them know you’ll be down in a few.”

“Ok!” You hollered back before slumping down against Henry’s chest. Nuzzling your face into his neck you kissed him softly, and whispered, “I love you.”

He playfully spanked your ass before nodding his head, “Let’s go.”

You were sitting in the chair by the window, looking out over the LA skyline. The reflection of Henry walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of perfectly fitting boxer briefs made your mouth water. You chose to stay put, pretending not to notice as he walked up behind you.

“Come to bed my love.” His deep voice gently commanded.

You took a deep breath and stood up. His outstretched hand grabbed yours as he led you to the bed without another word. He cupped your face in his hands, searching your face, as you studied his. There weren’t enough words to express how you felt. You weren’t even sure how you felt. He kissed you in such a way that your knees went weak, your hands sliding around the back of his neck to steady yourself. It was so soft yet so passionate, you felt it clear down to your toes, it said everything words could not.

He dropped his hands from your face, tucking the tips of his fingers into the sweats you had on, dropping them to the floor.

“Bed time, darling.” He smiled as his hands slid up your hips, resting around your waist. He stared at you with loving concern before climbing into bed, holding open the covers to you.

With a smile on your face, you snuggled in as his massive arms wrapped around you. He breathed in deep, smelling you, as he nuzzled his face in your hair. “I love you. Get some sleep, my love.”

You were asleep before you could even reply.

You woke up in the morning to hear Henry quietly breathing, the gentlest of snores. You turned to look at his handsome smiling face as he slept. Scooting up against him, back into his arms, he made the smallest happy grumble as you wiggled against him.

In the sleepiest mumble ever, he gruffed, “Keep that up and you’ll wake someone else up.”

You laughed as you turned to kiss him before hopping out of bed. “I’m getting some coffee. You coming?”

He sprawled out across the bed, “I’ll go wherever you go, my love.”

TBC

#romance #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #henry cavill #chris evans #smuttyfanfic #author #smuttyfun #florian munteanu

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foxglovethings · 5 years

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Updating my blog roll again.

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sirfrogsworth · 5 years

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(A comment on AOC’s amazing questioning of the sleepiest man on earth, Ben Carson.)

Yes, how dare AOC utilize her paid staff to help her research important issues so she can more effectively do her job. She should do everything all by herself!

The truth is, AOC is the captain of a ship. She sets the agenda and her staff is there to support her. She works with them to write these questions and chooses which ones will be most pertinent. She is a boss. Doing what every competent boss does.

That said, she also knows her stuff and she actually understands the research she is given. Unlike Ben Carson, who thought a common housing term was a chocolate cookie. Perhaps he could use a better staff to keep him informed. If he were good at his job, he would have prepared for his questioning and had answers ready for obvious questions. He chose to just “wing it.”

AOC cannot be expected to know everything about every issue ever. But she still has a surprising depth of knowledge about how to do her job (despite being a freshman rep) and the major issues she is passionate about.

The woman tweeting in the comment above is a supporter of AOC and somehow she believes the Republican talking points about AOC just being an actress spouting lines that are given to her. It’s not true. And it’s frustrating how pervasive Republican propaganda can be on both sides.

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leah-halliwell92 · 5 years

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Like A River Flows

Summary: Being in love is a wonderful feeling, its nearly euphoric when they who you’re in love with loves you back with just as much passion. When that love is unrequited...that’s where the wonderful feeling of love and what make that love up fall apart.

MAY I PRESENT! The winner of the poll JOHN DEACON!

You looked on as gaggles of girls along with paparazzi surrounded them as they made their way out the backstage door. You, being Fred’s baby sister remained held tightly to Brian’s side as they walked to the car.

“Come on (y/n),” Brian said as he opened the car door.

You made quick work of getting in and moving to give the taller man room to sit, leaving you sandwiched between him and John, before breathing a relieved, “Thanks Bri.”

Brian smiled tenderly at you before heaving a sigh of relief at having made it to the car in one piece.

Freddie, Roger and Deaky did the same and the unanimous vote to go straight to the hotel was made topped off with a, “Not even the girls can keep me from passing out,” from Roger.

You gave a laugh as you rolled your eyes at the comment.

“How about that show mini-Mercury?” Roger asked eyes bright despite his exhaustion.

“It was amazing...aside from you nearly getting blown up,” you say patting his hand lovingly.

He hummed at that and let his head fall back onto the head rest of the seat.

John, who is to your right, was by far the sleepiest of the bunch (yourself included) seemed to be falling asleep where he sat. So much so that his head was swaying lightly to the movements the car made.

“Amazing show Fred,” you say smiling proudly at your brother.

He returned your smile unhinged, “Thank you darling it means the world coming from you.”

The both of you shared a look before Fred and Rog got into a random conversation to keep themselves awake.

A comfortable silence fell giving them the a moment’s peace without the crowd butting in. You were about to let your head fall on Brian’s shoulder when you felt a little bump as John’s head met the side of yours.

You gasped getting the attention of the rest of the boys.

“Will ya look at that...’bout time love,” Roger said with a well meaning wink.

You blushed but sadness could be seen plainly on your face.

“I thought you’d told him (Y/N),” Freddie says brow furrowed in curiosity.

“I was,” you say a sad grin on your features, “It’s why I’d asked to meet him at the pub near my place.”

“What happened?” Brian asked gently.

Your gaze looked distant as you said, “He met me there but before we could talk a lovely lady came up you us...”

The boys looked on at you waiting for the rest of the story.

“Her name is Veronica...they’ve been dating for a while now,” You say quietly as you shoved at John’s head as gently as you could as to not wake him before pulling your knees to your chest in your seat, “She’s really very nice...and he is happy. As long as he’s happy I can move on and be just his best friend again.”

Brian felt hope blossom in his chest at this. He’s not happy you’re feeling the way you are and was smart enough to know he’d feel the same thing if you had ended up with John. For now however he’d be patient...

//Time Skip//

Five weeks later found them taking a beach vacation much to the relief of all involved. Fred brought Mary, Rog his newest girlfriend and John came with Veronica. Bri still being single opted for being your partner in crime for this vacation...and your support should you need it.

Fred made a point to keep an eye on you as much as he could without being obvious. And you made a point to not be the girl in the novel staring longingly at the man she loves as he proclaims his love for the one he truly loves. Should be a piece of cake right? Nope, not when she is so nice and friendly and just plain wonderful. You wish you could hate her you really do, but you can’t. Not when she’s trying to not only get to know you and the boys but making John smile that eye crinkling smile of his when he’s happy.

You were kind and welcoming to her wanting to please John. Oh no there he goes smiling happily as you and Ronnie go throw the frisbee at each other.

‘Smile at me like that...please. Just once more,’ you think to yourself as a lump grows in your throat.

You shake your head an focus on Ronnie, what she’s saying and their game. You had to hand it to John, she’s a ripe peach! And smart too. You found yourself enjoying your game and the conversation being had. You could see yourself getting on amazingly with her and liking her to bits! But not now...not when she is the one he chose.

You didn’t want to seem like a Debbie Downer but you weren’t going to lie and say that it didn’t break you that little bit more when he came up from behind her, wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his back.

“John!” She squealed in delight as he picked her up and twirled with her in his arms making the disk fall from her hand.

Your vision tunneled and all you could see was John and Veronica doing couple things and kissing and hugging and looking very much in love.

“Come on love, lets go get something to drink,” Brian, who had seen you almost shrink into yourself, said with a bright smile.

You nod quickly slapping on a wide smile before following after him. Once inside, Brian pulled you into the half bath and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. It didn’t take long for you to break down.

Brian looked up when a quiet knock pierced the sound of your sobbing.

He sat you down on the closed toilet and opened the door a crack to see Freddie there ready with hugs, tissues and a water pitcher with cups. Brian would have left if it weren’t for your hand holding on to his hand. That is how you found yourself sitting on the floor between your brother and Brian.

The boys did their best to give you support and a few minutes to duck tape yourself back together for the rest of the vacation.

“I’ll go out and tell everyone your monthly’s here and that Bri is being a gent and helping you. Bri, go to the ice box and get that bar of chocolate thats in the cheese drawer,” Freddie said as he got up before taking the pitcher and the cups saying, “(Y/N) darling run along to your room Bri will be there momentarily.”

You nod slowly and stand taking the towel from the holder to wrap around your waist to ‘cover’ and hold back the flow.

You made a dash to your room and nearly locked the door before you sat next to it and let yourself cry once again.

As said by Freddie, Brian came to your room chocolate in hand. He gave a short soft knock before opening the door a smidge to see you on the floor crying.

“Oh Bird,” he said sadly as he walked, closed the door and pulled you onto his lap where he held you as you cried.

You said over and over, “I shouldn’t have waited,” hating how you’d waited to tell your best friend how you felt.

“Its alright Bird let it out,” Brian said soothingly running his fingers through your hair.

You didn’t know how long the both of you stayed like that and you didn’t care. You hurt and couldn’t help but think that maybe some time away from this is what you need. But that is a thought to put on hold for the moment.

You looked up and met Brian’s kind hazel eyes.

“I may be an emotional mess at the moment but...has anyone ever told you you have the prettiest eyes?” You say as a blush creeps up your neck and to your face.

Brian chuckled making his eyes shine and gave a shrug before saying, “Now they have.”

He so wanted to kiss you right then. Trail kisses from your neck to your lips following the blushing red trails kissing and playful nipping. But no...not yet. You’re still hurting and need time to truly move on. Despite this he couldn’t help running his middle finger over your face. Tracing your features gently before running his index knuckle over your cheek.

You leaned into his touch loving the tender feel of his hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly.

You looked confused at him what could he be apologizing f—

He leaned and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

You closed your eyes at the feel. His lips are warm and tender as they began to move. Your lips dance with his in a gentle kiss before the need to breath pulled you apart. You pressed your foreheads together after the kiss letting your breathing and heartbeats calm.

After a moment, you looked at Brian and reached to run your fingers through his hair.

“As much as I want to,” you began taking a deep breath, “I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you and before I jump into anything with anyone, I need to move on.”

Brian nodded before looking away from you.

“Hey,” you say pressing your hand to his cheek pulling him to look at you, “I want to try...I just don’t want you to feel like my rebound after crushing after John. Ok?”

He nodded in understanding and said, “I know you need space. But please don’t feel like you can’t come to me.”

You nod with a grateful smile and let him pull you into a hug...you are going to be ok.

P.S. I TRIED!

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#john deacon x reader #brian may x reader #queen fic

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