EVERY SINGLE DAMN CHAPTER MAKES ME CRY SO MUCH. AND THERE'S GOOD ASS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

EVERY SINGLE DAMN CHAPTER MAKES ME CRY SO MUCH. AND THERE'S GOOD ASS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 💔

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Time to cry 😍‼

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「玉座のGEMINI」 - ECLIPSE VISUAL PRISON Artist PV

WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO CUTE

Hello, Raven. May I request a scenario where papa Lilia is crying because Malleus have a wedding with MC? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

This request was in my inbox before I closed it on June 15th, so this is fair game for an imagine. It just so happens to be related to the idea of weddings!

Rather than write Lilia crying during the wedding, I decided to approach this request from a different angle! I do hope it suffices!

Imagine this...

“I am getting married.”

Lilia nearly spits up his tea--but Sebek actually does, spraying darjeeling all over the table. Only Silver places his teacup down and regards the young master with a small nod of acknowledgement.

“S-SINCE WHEN WERE YOU ENGAGED?!” Sebek bellows, his cheeks flaming as he slams his own cup down, nearly shattering his saucer.

“Since last evening,” Malleus replies calmly, arms folded. “I had decided to propose in secret so as to avoid...complications.” His gaze is fixed on Sebek the entire time.

“I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!” Sebek booms, abruptly rising from his seat. His chair screeches harshly against the floor. “WHAT INSOLENT WHELP BELIEVES THEMSELVES TO BE FIT TO MARRY THE EXALTED--”

“Silence, Sebek,” Llilia orders, his voice firm. “I, for one, do not oppose the idea.”

“L-Lilia-sama?! S-Surely you do not grant your blessings upon--”

“Who is the lucky (lady/man)?” Lilia asks, ignoring Sebek’s protests.

“A close friend,” Malleus says with a mysterious smile. “We have spent many a night together--”

Sebek screeches in horror.

“--strolling around campus grounds, exchanging pleasantries, growing closer by the day.”

Sebek breathes a massive sigh of relief.

“Kufufu. So I see. Friends to lovers--it is a tale as old as time itself.” Lilia stares into the rim of his tea cup, his reflection in the darjeeling a sepia tone.

He remembers it like it was yesterday--the day when Malleus first hatched from his egg. A chubby little thing, he was--and so cheeky! His fire had set several of his belongings--and Lilia’s hair--on fire.

But the Malleus sitting before Llilia today is not the same as that moody infant. He is handsome and strong and regal, perched upon his immaculate throne--soon to ascend as the king to the Valley of Thorns.

All grown up.

Lilia feels his eyes watering, but he blinks the tears back. He takes a swig of tea and tries to focus on its deep, mellow flavor.

“...When is the wedding, Young Master?”

“NOT YOU AS WELL, SILVER!!”

“We are not certain,” Malleus admits. “That is why I have told you all of my engagement. We would like a small celebration, surrounded by close friends and family...in the bounty of Mother Nature herself. In order for that to happen, we will need assistance with the arrangements.”

“Y-You...You wish to request for our assistance?” Sebek guesses, his loud voice trembling. He cannot decide if he is honored or still appalled.

“I trust that it will not be an issue?” Malleus raises an eyebrow.

“O-OF COURSE NOT! A-Ahahah...I-I shall put forth nothing but my utmost effort to ensure that the Young Master’s wedding is the single most joyous day of his life!!”

“...What a quick change of heart,” Silver comments under his breath. He turns and addresses the young master. “I would also be more than happy to assist, if that is what you so desire.”

“You have my thanks, Sebek, Silver.” Malleus glances at his guardian, the most ancient of all that sit at the round table. “What are your thoughts, Lilia?”

“Ah, pay no mind to me,” Lilia says quickly. “I am useless when it comes to matters such as these. I will have to leave it to the youth to do the bulk of the planning.”

“Are you certain? I am sure we could make do with your wisdom.”

“I...” Lilia purses his lips. “I have no more wisdom to give. You are moving on to a new chapter of your life, Malleus. You will be able to look after yourself--and your new spouse--just fine on your own.”

“Lilia...”

“I am happy for you. Truly, I am.” Lilia smiles as big as he can--and big, fat tears start dribbling down his cheeks, wetting the table and salting his tea.

“L-LILIA-SAMA?!”

“Old man...”

“W-Waaaaaaaaah!!” the ancient fae wails, his small body trembling violently, his entire face pink. “Y-You...You great, big lizard, M-Malleussss...!!”

“Are you upset with me?”

“N-No, you fool! I’m...I’m so happy...!! I-I’m going to be a p-papa-in-laaaw...”

“D-Don’t make this awkward, old man,” Silver pleads, his eyes darting between his guardian and his young master.

“Have you no heart?!” Sebek roars, pounding a fist on the table. “Now is the exact time to be emotional...!! The young master... THE YOUNG MASTER HAS BLOSSOMED INTO SUCH A FINE YOUNG MAN!”

“W-Waaaaahhhh!!”

“THE YOUNG MASTER IS THE PINNACLE OF PERFECTION! THERE IS NO MAN OR WOMAN ALIVE THAT WOULD NOT DESIRE HIM AS THEIR OWN!!”

Silver winces at the cacophony, bringing hands to cover his ears.

“...Well. This went about as well as I had predicted.”