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I've been thinking about yandere Malleus again and how well you wrote that scene out. ❤️ May I get another yan!Malleus but with corruption kink and size difference? (Over a foot's worth of size difference.) - Starlight
Why of course, Starlight~ I hope you enjoy this continuation of your previous request~
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Title: Crime and Punishment (Continuation of The King's New Toy)
Characters: Malleus x m!Reader
Contains: Dark themes (Yandere), corruption, size difference, rough sex, restraints, stepping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, hand job, pet names (love, dear, pet, darling) we're back in Diasomnia's dungeon, double dick Malleus
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
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"I can't believe my toy would try to run away..." Malleus slowly circled you, eying you like a predator hunting its fresh prey as his heels clicked against the floor.
You sat on your knees, head hanging down and wrists tied behind you. Your attire was ragged, holes and slipping off your body. You thought you looked like a prisoner of war, but Malleus saw the fruits of his efforts, or what he only thought were the fruits of his efforts. He saw a scared, trembling little human, a meek little thing. How dare you try to run away after all the kindness he has given you.
You didn't dare meet his gaze as you spoke. "M-Malleus, please I-I'm s--"
His steps stopped suddenly in front of you, and your body went cold. "Did I give you permission to speak, love?"
You shut up immediately, not even risking the answer.
"Good boy~" His steps resumed, the clicking sound of his heels returning. "You know...the reason why I keep you in this dungeon is so I can keep you to myself. I'd hate for any of the others to try to make a move on something that is mine."
You had opened your mouth to speak, but you were quick to shut it, remembering your place.
"I mean, I trust you." He paused, speaking and moving. "Or rather...trusted you." The prince's voice was laced with disappointment as green eyes glared down at your meek form, glinting in the dim room as he resumed his actions. "And here I thought about bringing you to my room, giving you a soft bed to sleep on while I was away, even giving you this lovely little collar that would decorate your delicate little neck."
This was all a game, a sick and twisted game for Malleus. He had left the cell door open on purpose, waiting to see how you'd react. Catching you outside of the cell, well...the rage he felt nearly sent him into overblot. Nearly. Luckily Lilia was there to calm him down, and he even helped restrain you and got you into position in the cell, forcing you to wait for the prince.
So you cursed yourself for being the slightest bit curious, though...part of you was sort of...excited right now.
"Do you have anything to say, dear? You may speak."
Despite the permission, the idea of speaking to Malleus almost felt like a sin itself, but this could be your only chance to speak while it was given to you.
"I-I'm truly sorry, Malleus. P-Please, give me another chance." Your head rose from its hanging position, meeting Malleus's narrowed gaze. "I-I swear to behave! I-I won't run again!"
Malleus was silent save for a small hum, stepping behind you once more. His silence felt deafening, seemingly more terrifying than a verbal response. He pressed his heel to your back, pushing you forward.
Before you knew it, your torso was on the ground, his heel gently pressing into your spine as your form now lay flat on the chilly dungeon floor. A strange chill washed over your body as the light pressure pinned you in place.
"...Do you think you're worthy of another chance, pet?" Your heart strangely wrenched from the name change, knowing well that he was not happy with your response. "I expected more from my toy than some half-hearted apology." As he got to 'half-hearted', the pressure of his shoe increased lightly, causing you to let out a silent, startled gasp.
"I-It wasn't half-hearted, I swear! I promise, I'll be good! I'll--!"
The pressure in your back increased once more. There was no pain, but the pressure certainly heated your body, causing you to shudder.
"Did. I. Give. You. Permission?" Malleus enunciated each word slowly, pressing gently into your back at every word. You hated to admit it but...it felt nice. This force of Malleus felt...nice.
Snapping you out of your taboo thoughts, you heard Malleus sigh as he released you from underneath him. The lack of pressure almost felt like a disappointment. He stepped in front of you, and you weren't able to see much, but when he forced your head up by your hair, putting you back to your knees, you could see angered green eyes narrowed in a domineering stare.
"It seems that you are still unaware of your place, dear. Shall we change that?"
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Malleus had shackled each wrist on either side of your head, putting you in a position that forced you to stand, lest you decide to hang by your wrists. He admired his work, eying you up and down. His gaze felt like a pair of hands running up and down your body, and it didn't help that he made you strip prior, enhancing the feeling.
"Shackles are a nice look on you, love. Perhaps I should keep you in them more often~"
The prince slowly stepped forward, once again appearing like a predator. Honestly, if you could, you would kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness, because before, you never realized just how tall he is. The top of your head met the top of his chest. Basically, if he wanted to, he could rest his chin on your head. You truly felt small against him, and you were more than willing to grovel before the prince's presence.
But chains kept you from doing so, and even if you could, you knew Malleus would punish you for such a feeble act.
Black nails gently skimmed down your exposed arms before they found a place at your neck, gently pressing into your flesh. It wasn't enough to hurt, but the pressure kept you on guard.
"Now...I trust you can behave, yes?" When you failed to respond, Malleus simply chuckled deeply. "You may speak, dear."
"Y-Yes," you breathed as if you had been holding your breath from his touch. "I-I'll behave. I swear."
Not wasting a moment, Malleus grabbed your hips and lifted you up. Your eyes widened when you felt a hard object line your backside and another pressing against your own hardening shaft. You wrapped your legs around him to keep yourself up, but really, that was unneeded with the prince's strength.
"Should you prove yourself, darling, I will accept your forgiveness and even bring you up to my room as I originally intended." One of his hands left your side as he gently caressed your face, fingers carefully tracing your jaw. You leaned into his touch, melting against him. A dark chuckle left him, knowing his actions were slowly changing you. "Perhaps I could shackle your neck like a dog..."
The idea made your cock twitch, a soft whine unintentionally leaving you. The response did not go unnoticed with Malleus.
"Hmph~ How lewd of you, love. You like the idea of that, yes?"
You nodded, assuming such a response should be okay within Malleus. You'd be correct, as Malleus leaned forward to line your neck with a slow, teasing lick of his tongue instead of berating you in some way.
A soft mewl left your lips as you felt Malleus's hips adjust. His tongue stopped by your ear as he whispered darkly. "Let's get your punishment over with so I can keep my pet at my bedside~"
The pain of your ass stretching was enough to make you nearly black out. It didn't matter that his cocks were slick, they still ached when they entered, but you were thankful that it wasn't the first time he entered, as this time your ass was quick to adjust around such shafts.
"My...used to me already?" the prince teased in a breath, feeling just how tight you were around him. "Has your body been corrupted~?"
You weren't sure if it was or not, as you couldn't think straight at the moment. Malleus gave you permission to speak, stating that from now on you are free to answer him whenever he asks a question.
"I-I...I-I'm not sure...~" Your voice was coated with lust, your legs holding onto his waist tightly. "A-All I know is...I-I want you, Malleus...P-Please~"
One of his hands rested on your neck, the thumb tilting up your head to meet your gaze like you were a doll. "You desire me, love? Well, worry not. You will get me, but it may not be what you actually want." Keeping his hand in place, his forefinger extended up, his nail gently scraping down your cheek. "You will scream, you will cry, you may even beg me to stop, but my actions will not cease. You will learn to understand your place."
"M-Malleus, my love, I-I understand! I-I understand my p--place~!!"
You spoke after a statement, not a question, meaning Malleus took things back into control. He thrusted his hips, both his cocks sliding in and out of you at a rapid speed. The pleasure wrecked into you like a sack of bricks, and you swore you were about to suffocate from it. His movements felt so good, enough to cause you to dig your head into the wall behind you as you screamed in bliss. You called for Malleus, your prince, your love. You were quick to submit, your mind broken from all he had put your through before this. Before you tried to work with him, but now? Now you were just gone, willing to allow yourself to be his pet, his toy. You loved it. You loved him.
"M-Malleus~! F-Fuck~!" You tugged against the chains, as if trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, but the fae had his hands on your hips, keeping you firmly in place. There was no escape from the prince's onslaught of pleasure. He would be right: you would scream, you would cry, and yes, you even begged him to stop. You didn't want him to stop because you hated it, no. You wanted him to stop because it was too good. You were in heaven as tears rolled down your face, drool slipping from your lips from your mouth hanging open from the unforgiving pounding. Your cock ached with the desire to release, but at some point, Malleus had gripped the base, preventing you from cumming at all.
You were unsure of how long this lasted, but all you knew is that you didn't want it to end. Malleus had, indeed, corrupted you. You wanted him, you wanted more if possible. You wanted to be his favroite.
At some point, you just couldn't take it anymore. Your voice was hoarse as you spoke. "M-Malleus~! P-Please let me cum~! P-Please~! I-I wanna cum...f-for my king~!"
Your words seemed to intrigue him, his actions faltering for just a moment. "Y-You want to finish? Th-Then...tell me. What are you...going to do?"
You didn't miss a beat. "I-I'm gonna...be a good toy! I-I'll listen! I-I won't ever run...away again! I-I'll be a good boy! I-I promise! I-I promise, my king!" You had to force your voice out, struggling to even form coherent thoughts.
Malleus trusted you, and with that trust, he took his hand and kept the pressure of the grip as he rapidly moved his hand along your cock, jerking you off with no way to cum. You shrieked in ecstacy, thrashing against him as you begged for release. Your mind turned to mush as you wished for nothing more than to cum. When his hand loosened up, it was practically instataneous with his own release. As you shot out multiple ropes of white between you, Malleus's two shafts pumped its own set of thick, white liquid deep inside of you, some of it dripping out of you.
Panting softly, Malleus took note of this, sighing lightly. "Oh my...you're dripping my release onto the floor...what a shame." Removing his hand, Malleus licked whatever of your seed that landed on his hand, humming at your bitter taste. "When I relocate you, I'll have to make sure to acquire a toy that keeps whatever I leave inside of you."
You honestly weren't listening at this point. You were practically unconscious, your eyes half lidded as they gazed at nothing, your chest slowly heaving with air. You heard him, you just couldn't respond properly save for a delayed nod. Taking note of this, Malleus chuckled.
"What a good boy~"
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gendercomsumer · 10 months
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if you can can you write s comfort headcannon with fem or nb reader who hates themselves to the point they refuse to look at themselves in the mirror?? (Thinking about vil and/or malleus tbh but any characters are fine) feel free to refuse!
Vil and Malleus with an S/O who can't look at themselves in a mirror because of how they hate themselves
a/n: Thank you for sending in the request! I do love some good comfort with a side of angst so this was nice for me to write! If you're similar to the S/O in this story I do hope this could provide some form of comfort to you!
Warnings: Self deprecating speak(from S/O's end),
Gn!Reader
Characters: Vil Schoenheit (710 words), Malleus Draconia (
Vil Schoenheit
Ever since the two of you started dating, Vil has made sure he compliments you at least once a day. 
Doesn’t matter the time he will once a day without fail give you at least one compliment.
From telling you your hair looks nice to you did good on a test.
It’s rare he repeats the same compliment once so you’re surprised with something new everyday.
In the Pomefiore dorm, not only are there mirrors in almost every room.
The floors and walls are polished so well that you could see yourself in it
And you hated it.
It was hard to find a room where you didn't have to feel your own reflection in the room with you.
 Vil wouldn’t pick up on it immediately, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t pick up on it soon
After the first or second time though he’d notice how you would avoid the rooms with mirrors
Even the ones without you wouldn’t look at the shining tile floor.
When you would be in his room you wouldn’t even towards his vanity, and none of this sat right with him
Once or twice when he would re-enter a washroom you were just in he would see a towel draped over the mirror
After that he knew he couldn’t let this just dwindle forever, he’d have to bring it up to you.
What was going on in his darling sweet potatoes head to make them cover every reflective surface they see?
So Vil one day while he was helping you on a skin care routine, and you had insisted on keeping your back to the vanity across the room
Vil saw this as a good time as any to bring it up. He furrowed his brows with a small frown and looked at you,
“Sweet Potato.. Is there a reason you are so adamant on never looking in a mirror..?”
 You could feel your breath hitch as his question left his lips. 
you did tell him about your true thoughts the fact you couldn’t look at yourself because of the hate you felt towards yourself
About how you couldn’t bear the thought even.
Vil would listen and let you spill your heart out even if you cry.
He’d gladly hold you or touch you as you cried if you needed the comfort but won’t force you if not. 
He knows this is a vulnerable moment for you and he doesn’t want to make it worse
Once you have spilled your feelings to him he’d look almost saddened by your confession. 
“Oh darling… You’re beautiful… in every faction…” 
He partly feels as if he hadn’t been telling you how he sees you as the most beautiful person in all of the Twisted Wonderland
He’d let you cry but he silently promises to himself that he would make sure you’d be able to look yourself in a mirror, and he’d help in anyway he could
How could his dear sweet potato see themselves as anything less than perfect?
After the confession from your end on how you felt about yourself Vil made sure that you knew he meant every words of his affirmations and complements 
Vil would also work with you on looking in the mirror
He wouldn't push you to far as he understands that this whole process will take time
 Every time you would enter his room if it was a bad day as much as he’d like to leave it uncovered, he would cover his vanity 
He wouldn’t want to worsen your mood that's the last thing he’d want to do
If you’re able to look into the mirror at least once and be able to smile at yourself, even if it’s teary eyed and for only a moment
He will be so proud of you and he will make sure you know.
 Wrapping his arms loosely around your neck and resting his forehead on your shoulder as he stood behind you, and you sat in the vanity chair.
That one look you were able to do and not have a look of disgust or disappointment was more than enough for him
“You’ve done so well sweet potato… I love you so much… so please love yourself as much as I do…” 
Malleus Draconia
Luckily (or more like sadly given the situation) Malleus dorm doesn't have that many mirrors.
They mostly just have very large and tall windows that can be reflective once freshly cleaned
but for the most part it was easy to avoid your reflection when it came to that dorm at least
In Ramshackle though the mirror, even if dusty, still reflects your features well
So with the extra cloth you covered every mirror in the dorm.
Malleus I believe that Malleus prefers the atmosphere of the Ramshackle dorm
Not to mention his beloved child of man was there so what was not to love about the place you called home?
He never really noticed the lack of mirrors until one day he saw you hiding one that had been uncovered
Then he started to become curious
It had gotten so bad that the mirror in your room that according to Grim "They have really weird dreams about" was moved out of the room and into a spare.
Malleus tried to talk to you about it "Child of man? Why is it your dorm has such a lack of mirrors?"
You'd brush it off saying that a majority of the mirrors were far beyond broken
But if you thought he wouldn't see the way you became anxious at the question and answered as if you had rehearsed it
you'd be gravely mistaken
He'd then be acutely aware of how you acted around mirrors, how you'd do everything in your power not to face them
Every time he'd look back on the times he'd frown. Why couldn't his child of man face themselves?
He even did a bit of an investigation and found all mirrors intact and fine
so he brought it up to you one day during one of your late night walks you took
You had stumbled across a small lake but you didn't look at it's beautiful reflective surface
"My dear..? Why do you never look at yourself?"
The question was sudden and took you back with a twinge of fear making its way through you.
You looked aside ashamed and pressed your lips in a thin line as you mumbled a response the feeling of tears pricking at your eyes
Malleus was taken aback, how... how could you see yourself in such a light..?
The silence was deafening and Malleus slowly reached out to you grazing your arm with his fingers
You pulled away looking anywhere to avoid his sympathetic gaze
"My dear, you have helped so many, done feats no other could dream of, and all the while captured my heart... how can you see yourself as any less than brilliant..?"
His voice was laced with pain, how could he let this go on for so long and not do something?
Malleus then made a personal vow to himself, 'even if it takes an eternity, he will have you see yourself the same way he sees you'
He would stay by your side, if you show even the slightest bit of insecurity
"My dear have I told you how wonderful you look today?"
"You are doing so well, you should take a break!"
Similar like Vil his sayings and compliments he'd barely repeats and if he does another on is coming up right after to assure you there's plenty more he loves about you
He's now acutely aware of every little thing you say about yourself and if something is even slightly self deprecating, even if it's a joke..
"Don't say that, it was one test child of man, there are plenty more to come. All things considered you didn't do as bad as you may think, some people (he's talking about Ace and Deuce/hj) barely got anything right."
He's now your personal coach helping you in some subjects, slowly building your confidence
The one day on your walk you come across the same lake and you looked at the lake, at your own reflection.
Granted you were only pointing out some flowers floating on the water, but when you looked over at Malleus it was as if you had done a heroic act
even if you didn't bring attention to yourself, or it still hurt to do, in his eyes it was progress.
The last time you were here you couldn't look at the lake in fear of seeing yourself staring back at you
This was progress, progress the two of you had worked so hard to come to
He smiled and pulled you gently and mumbled a small string of words
"I'm so proud of you my dear..."
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roseapov · 6 months
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Your gaze
King Malleus x GN!Reader
Tw: mentions of obsession and implied harming of others
Povtober 2023, Day 6 [Masterlist]
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It was the coronation day in the Briar Village. Coronation of their future king, Malleus Draconia.
Many authorities, and royal families were invited to this historical event. He gazed at every of the partying nobles from his throne, above them all. His most loyal retainers, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, and Sebek Zigvolt, standing at his sides for his protection, even though he could overpower them all in a matter of seconds.
This event was also greatly feared by humans from all across the world, which made all the fae's even more proud. The view of humans shaking in their boots gave them a sick satisfaction.
Even the newly crowned Fae King had to admit, that seeing humans shaking in fear at his power also gave him the same sick sense of satisfaction, and he greatly enjoyed it.
Especially that one human in the corner, who was fiddling with their fingers. He was watching them for quite some time now, his eyes unable to leave their smaller form. Since coming here, they never raised their gaze, not even once, and the King found himself being drawn to this human.
With a few of his words, he already saw his advisor, Lilia, walking towards you. He smirked slightly and smugly at the sight, and yet even when his retainer talked to you, you still haven't lifted your gaze.
When Lilia finally took you before the throne, before Malleus, only then you decided to lift your head and look at him. The dragon fae, becoming awestruck, not being able to utter a single word.
It was you.
You, the person from his dreams. The person who was always with him, whom he was sure he would never meet. The very person he cherished, even if there was a chance that you didn't exist in the same world, till now that is.
He immediately stood from his throne, alarming many, guests, staff and the guards. Moving so fast that, you couldn't understand nor see what was going on, you found yourself in his embrace, straddling him.
You instantly flushed at the King's bold action, as everyone was watching you two now. To avoid having to see everyone staring, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Which gave you even more attention, as the man you're straddling responded with a low pleased growl.
Everyone was extremely shocked at the happenings before them, but when Malleus exchanged a look with Lilia, who immediately got the message, started to stop the crowd from staring at the two of you. Everyone instantly lowered their gazes, just like you did before, scared to look up again.
'Look at me again' A deep voice echoed in your ears, a command, as you slowly looked up with the help of his 2 fingers under your jaw. When your eyes met you got crushed by the feelings his gaze held. An intense longing, with an enormous amount of love and devotion.
He finally has you in his grasp, and he won't let you go. He supposes he can spare that family of yours that was hiding you all this time, but only if you're gonna beg for it. After all, he is merciful enough, doing everything for your sake.
But one thing is for sure, this dragon wasn't so happy in a long time.
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I'm gonna say it again BUT writing for Malleus is so satisfying. I wrote a fic way longer than intended but oh my, it came out so good. I'm so proud of this one 🦚
I hope you can enjoy it as much as I do, See you soon💚
~roseapov
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evanrouge · 1 year
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.. as a lover, MALLEUS is inexplicably modest.
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in his years, his eardrums have long grown accustomed to the gravelly hymns of conflict. to the silvery, melancholic stationary of lonesome silence. to the carefree, unbothered chirps of birdsong. yet what is new to him, is the tender euphony of a lover's whisper.
he is far from inexperienced with beautiful sounds. he once safely tended to a hummingbird within his open palms and basked in the harmonious melody the fledgling sang to him. he has safely plucked the most dainty and beautiful of roses from its bed in the castle garden, and appreciated its flawlessness with a fond gaze. yet, he has never safely held a cloud. not so delicate, but rather fleeting. his touch so heavy that his strong hand would phase right through, regardless of how light his touch, causing the cloud to dissipate to nothing. he is a tremendously powerful fae - and to him, his biggest fear is that you are a cloud.
he is no stranger to verbal fondness. words of affirmation dug from the very depths and laid out in the open, presented to be swallowed by the ever-so-tender atmosphere engulfing you both. beautifully genuine, just as he is. yet, physical intimacy isn't as natural to him.
he will cease to bluntly throw that uncertainty into the air, wishing to learn as affection thickens. it is the lone unspoken factor in your relationship, that you so smartly picked up so quickly. he wishes to learn; he yearns for you to teach him, yet that fear of running his hand right through you still echoes at the very back of his mind, you have observed via little openings.
that, despite the fondness which enchants his smile as you wordlessly lead his hands to your waist, you can feel the ever so slight hesitance that he attempts to mask with the affectionate rub of his thumb on your back.
the way he would slow to precisely your sole walking speed whenever your hands are intertwined, regardless of whether it would make him look dodgy with how long his legs are. cradling your hand with his own, ever so gently, as if you were an enchanted rose. as if he was the dome that protected you from harmful outside influence which would cause you to wilt faster than supposed to. yet the little fairies in his mind would whisper that perhaps, he is what the dome should be protecting you from. his palm against your own; what if you blew away?
but would he listen to the little fairies in his mind and stay away? he doesn't think he is capable of doing so. he exposed his open heart to you and you jumped in, becoming one with him and making him complete. you are the fulfillment he has anticipated for what felt like eons, his own, personal source of happiness that he wishes to keep by his side as long as he is able to.
he is aware of the little fairies in his mind, painting him out to be the proximity that will welcome your doom. and so are you. it just so happens, after you became aware of them, your voice suddenly became much louder than theirs.
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misakidraconia · 10 days
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Happy anniversary twisted Wonderland 🍾❤️ +4
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Thanks for everything guys and for the smiles you give me every day, best wishes to this beautiful game ❤️🍾🍾❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰
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arrowsnapples · 9 months
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Malleus Draconia
Gently resting his head in your lap, smiling up at you. Intertwining his fingers with your own, peppering kisses and light praises.
“I wish you would tell me what ails you” a soft hand reaches up to cradle your cheek as he lets out a content sigh.
“We have more than enough time, it’s going to be alright”
He slowly sits up, pulling you into his embrace.
“You have done enough, it’s okay to rest now”
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sherberrt · 10 months
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Prince to the Rescue || Malleus Draconia x F!Reader
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When you find yourself relaxing one day outside the Ramshackle dorm, just tending to the garden minding your own business, you suddenly feel faint. When you come to you've been put into a wedding dress and ghostly figure is matching. How will you get yourself out of this situation.
Note: This is purely fluff stuff. I was inspired by the recent event, Ghost Bride and thought it was one of the funniest events ever. I wanted to try to see what would happen if Idia's and the reader's positions were swapped. Reader will have magic in this as well, they will partially be describe as a dragon fae who comes from the same world as everyone else. Reader is describe as female with she/her.
Enjoy!
"I'll need to ask Rook perhaps what would pair best with these roses. Such a unique blue color..." I began to mumble to myself. Ever since I started tending to the garden here in Ramshackle, things have been livelier and much brighter compared to the normal gray color of the dorm. I'm surprised myself I managed to keep so many different plants alive and well this long. Of course help from Rook and Leona was very appreciated. Leona was certainly a surprise, yet since he slept a lot in the greenhouse, it sort of made sense.
"You will do wonderfully, my dear..." Who?! My body started to feel so heavy suddenly. Like exhaustion from no sleep taking ahold of me and dragging me to the ground. Yet I felt so cold as as something enveloped me completely.
Grim's POV
Where did my minion go? Does she not know that my feeding time is approaching? Being this short doesn't help when looking for her either.
I hop onto the balcony outside our room to see her outside, but she's with someone. Who is that? Wait...is that a ghost? He looks so fancy and dressed up, wondering what ghost event he's attending. Though that's not a ghost I've ever seen before...(Y/n)!?! Why did she fall?
"(Y/n)!! What did you do to her you pile of marshmallow!" I exclaim readying fire in my hands I'm ready to save my minion until he looks up and vanishes with (Y/n) leaving the water bucket behind where they stood. He took my minion! I must save her. But sadly...I can't do it alone.
Malleus' POV
"So you're saying, (Y/n) was abducted by a ghost. One whom you've never seen around Ramshackle before?" Vil stated.
"You going to repeat everything I say, or are you going to help me get my minion back?" Grim grunted.
"Well this certainly puts a damper on things." The headmage sighed heavily slumping more into his chair as the we all gazed at him.
"Whatever do you mean? This seems easy enough, just a silly ghost who has stolen away our fellow house warden." I couldn't see how this is that big of an issue. It would only take on sweep of my fire to diminish this ghost and save my beloved friend. Yet 'friend' did not sit well with me.
"I'm afraid, Mr. Draconia, that the ghost we are dealing with is no ordinary ghost. Like the bride who wanted Idia, this is similar. His name is Yorgon. We have no idea where he came from or how he appears, but he appears all over the world, not just here. He seeks a bride whom he could spend the rest of his life with yet with his twisted thoughts, he does not seek permission before whisking away one of his victim brides. It's a new occurrence for Night Raven as normally we've only ever housed boys, except for this year. When the mirror chose Ms. (Y/n)."
"So your saying he found himself a bride just so he could get laid?" Kingscholar laughs as others begin to snicker at the thought. Yet this cause a rapid fire to burn in me. How dare he...no consent, only focusing on his own needs before any others. He may be dead, but I will ensure he burns for what he's done.
"In short...sadly, yes. He's collected many brides, all dying at the first kiss of their wedding as usual. Yet in Ms. (Y/n)'s case he may have found himself a winner..." Headmage continued. His expression turning grim.
"Why? What's so special about (Y/n) that he chose her as his next victim?" Rosehearts asked.
"She wanted this to be kept private, though in a time like this, with her life at stake I don't think I can withhold this information." He pulls a file out from his desk opening it for all of us to examine. Photos of (Y/n) when she was young with her family and as she grew something began to develop on her head. Their color brilliant like pure snow, growing to point.
"She's dragon fae." I whisper.
"Yes. Because she is fae, she has some affinity to being immune to such ghostly afflictions. He's found himself the only victim who would live past a single kiss."
"How did she keep this hidden? Illusion magic? I'm sure hiding a set of horns like Malleus' is difficult. Why would she keep this hidden?" Kalim started. His worry growing more as everyone else's did, thought they did not show it, Malleus could see it in their rigid body language.
"It was her request and her mother's. When they found out where she would be attending, she didn't want to grab anymore attention than she already did by being the first female here. I could not refuse. That is all I can say." Headmage continued.
"Then how do we go about retrieving her. We don't even know where he whisked her away to." Jamil starts.
Where indeed...
(Y/n)'s POV
My head is killing me. Where am I? Everywhere I looked there was stone walls yet where I laid was like a stage of some sort. The lights were dim yet there was other ghosts around setting up camera equipment and other items. A show maybe? Wait...
Why am I wearing a dress? The long white dress glistened when I moved in the low light twinkling like the night sky. It came just off my shoulders while hugging my chest like a corset and slim fitting down allowing one slit for my leg. My hair was done as well feeling the slight edge it had from what it normally is. Along with it, I could feel my horns, they were exposed, whatever happened to me wiped away the illusion magic I had. Who put me in this? They had to undress me to do so! I remember that weird voice before passing out. Was it magic?
"You're awake, my dear. Please rise, allow my attendants to see my future bride." Turning around I see the ghost. He was dressed to the nines as he grinned widely at me. His suit matched my dress and the haunting realization of his words began to settle in my chest.
Bride...no, this can't be like Idia's incident. Except now it was me!
"Now hold on, I am not getting married! Especially not to you."
"Such harshness you have towards your future husband. No worries, you'll come to love me with time. We'll have all the time in the world."
"I don't think so." When I went to move against him I was met with an invisible barrier. It kept me cage like a mime in an invisible box. No matter how much magic I put into breaking it, it would not budge, though my magic didn't feel the same either. It was weaker. I was drained and I could feel it.
"You'll have no need for that anymore when I'll be taking care of you my dear."
"What did you do to my magic?" I could recoil at the venom I had in my voice, but my anger was building rapidly. I needed to get out of here and if my magic was hindered, I'll need to calm down to figure out how.
"I drained you in the garden my dear, though, sadly it is not permanent, it will be reapplied. Though I have no quarrel in doing so." His grin was wicked as I couldn't even begin to imagine what he meant by that, only creeping chills ran through me. He only laughed at me as he wondered around to the other side of me. Glistening on my finger was my ring. It was the only thing it seemed that wasn't taken from my person. It was a gift, but now it may be of use. Subtly I move it to my ring finger making it act as a wedding band.
"Sadly, you limp marshmallow, I'm already taken." At this he turned around quickly, even for a ghost, his body language was an open book.
"Is that so? Well, too bad for your old husband...yet you are quite young, how did this come about."
"I'm not as young as you think I am."
"You look well then. Sadly, your husband will be short of a wife."
"He won't like that. He's quite fond of me you know."
"Not fond enough if I was able to scoop you out from under him."
"You were lucky, today he was away for some business. But how about this...I propose a game." I start to fiddle with my ring, looking towards the cameras other ghost were setting up.
"What kind of game?" He drew closer, being right up against the barrier, and if he had breathe it would be fogging his face from view.
"You guess who my husband is in a group of gentlemen, and I will give you one kiss, you guess wrong...you leave this world and never return."
He began to pace around the barrier. Taking his time it seemed. I could only hope he would come around.
"You going to take all day or do we have a deal?" His smile grew greatly.
"Yes..." He dragged it out so slow and greedily, I could feel him holding onto it tightly as he gripped my hand through the barrier, the ice feeling beginning to prickle through my skin rapidly and up my arm causing me tot fall to my knees in pain.
"Summon your players my dear. They are waiting for your call." As he stepped away, a camera was poised in front of her with a bright blinking red dot.
Malleus' POV
"Housewarden! You have to see this! It's (Y/n)!" Cater came rushing through the meeting with his phone in hand while others friends of (Y/n) trailed behind.
"Play it to the big screen, Cater. Quickly." Rosehearts order, with Idia's help, (Y/n) appeared on a bigger screen, she was dressed up already in a wedding dress. If circumstances were different, I would have admired just how radiant she appeared.
"Hello friends. If you're receiving this message then my friend here as agreed to a game. He wishes for my hand in marriage, but I have informed him that I am already taken. In this game he must be able to pick out which of you is my husband. If he succeeds, I will marry him, if he does not, then he will leave this world and never return. I ask for all of you to-" Before she could finish, the one in question wrapped himself around her causing her to flinch away from him quickly as if she was experiencing pain. I could feel my anger building as my fists clench with my fingers digging hard into my palm.
"Indeed, please show yourself to our wedding venue. We're just off the coast in a high obsidian tower. I will see you then, along with my rival. Please dress accordingly, it is my wedding after all. Goodbye." As his hand covered the camera, his head turned to bury itself in her collar only for her to flinch away further before the camera cuts.
"She's married?" Kalim asked aloud.
"She's faking it, she got him to reveal their location so we can come and rescue her. We'll have to play into this game if we want to get to her." Jamil answered.
"Then we must prepare ourselves. We must not wait any longer. If she has a plan, then we must do our part and play along." I ordered.
"We can't leave just yet, you heard him, we'll need to be dress appropriately. Which I can do for us, Rook, fetch me my tools. We have a lot of work ahead of us." Vil ordered.
"Of course, messieurs, right away." Rook answered.
"We'll get to her, Malleus. We are from Briar Valley, and we never lose do we?" Lilia rested a hand on my shoulder as he stated this. I could only agree, we will retrieve her at any cost.
We must.
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"I cannot wait to see who arrives, and when you are mine, you will never need think about them ever again."
Only an hour or so passed before there was a commotion outside of the room we were in. Ghost were parting as a group was walking in, and I recognized every single one of them. Everyone was dressed up so formal, more so than I had ever seen for some. Others, it was just another day. Except for one.
Despite knowing his seeing and experiencing his darkness before, Malleus looked stunning. If she hadn't know he was a prince before, she would think for sure he was now. Though his normal soft and aloof gaze was what she often would look into, there was a hatred and anger lingering there in its place. She had never seen him upset, and now she if afraid to.
"So you have finally all arrived. Welcome, take a seat. I am sure my fiancé will lay out the rules of our little game here shortly." Yorgon said. When all of them was seated, the barrier around vanished as he took his place behind me. Shoving me forwards with his ice grip tight around my upper arm sending shocks of pain through me again. It took everything in me to keep standing.
"Ah ah, no moving my dear guests. Any closer and I may call this whole game off and take her right here, right now, as my wife."
I could see all of them rigid, waiting for a moment to strike or to see if I was okay, but when I stood straight, it seemed to calm them down a bit.
"My dear, how about the rules of this game. Be quick, my patience is waning." His cupped my cheek forcing me to look at him before putting me in another barrier closer to them, just off the edge of the stage.
"The game, is that you figure out who is my husband based off the bits of clues I give you. You get three...and only three."
"May I have the first clue?"
"Yes, because you asked so nicely. My husband is strong, so strong that he could topple any obstacle that stood in his way. Such as a pool noodle who doesn't know manners."
"Save your feistiness for the honeymoon, dearie. Hhmmm, let me see." He measured everyone up, I made sure to give each a look, hoping they understood they can't do anything just yet. They have to play along.
After awhile he shoos away a few including Cater, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Kalim, Epel, Ruggie, and Ortho.
"My second clue?"
"My husband is quite clever. He never strikes until he is absolutely sure about his target. Especially if his target is using me against him."
Again, he paces around each of the remainders now making Azul, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Jack, Rook, Trey, Sebek, and Silver.
"My final clue?"
"My husband, is kind and gentle. Never allowing anyone to be left out or excluded no matter who they are. He will always be gentle until he is provoked." At this I could start my magic coming back to me slowly. It had to be the icy feeling, he froze my magic in place before if could regain itself. I'm buying time, and this is the last question.
"Oh my, what every wife find so attractive in a mate." Again he paces around them. Those left only being Vil, Leona, Lilia, and Malleus. Shooing away Lilia and Vil it leaves Leona and Malleus as his final two.
"Such a tough one. Which of you is my rival, I must say this is a fun game, but I believe I know my answer."
"You only get one guess. You better be sure." I say. I place my full hand on the barrier behind me feeling my magic break it away. When he approaches me again, he's close enough that I could strike him.
"The tall one with the horns, who better to be your match, I mean you have the same ones as he does."
"Malleus..."
"Yes, if that is his name."
"Is correct." I could see out of the corner of my eyes everyone was holding their breath and so was I, but Malleus was ready the moment Yorgon turned his back he was waiting as his eyes lit up with a familiar green flame.
"You've earned, one kiss. Close your eyes and I will honor my word." He did so, greedily. He clutched me tighter to him as he neared my face only to be met with a fiery burn that even a ghost would feel. He recoiled away quickly from my hand on his mouth dropping me as the barrier broke around me. That was when everyone closed in on him and his other ghost friends.
"(Y/n)!" I heard Malleus, right in my ear as he appeared next to me. Cradling me against his chest.
"I'm ok, Malleus."
"You insolent little- we had a deal! You promised me a kiss!" Yorgon roared, he grew larger almost dwarfing all of us in comparison.
"I did! I never said what kind and what you got was what I call the 'Searing Kiss.' It only burns those who take one by force rather than through consent you piece of trash!" I exclaimed at him. I could feel Malleus tighten his grip around me as Yorgon grew closer to us.
"You will regret this, you will be my bride!"
"I will be sure your ghostly remains never see an afterlife." Malleus exclaimed at him. He stood in front of me now, blocking me from Yorgon as he charged at us. I throw up a light barrier as he does and when he hits it, green flames begin to erupt all around it trapping him against the light causing parts of his ghostly body to flake away to ashes. The green flames never stop enveloping him until he is nothing more than ashes in the wind. It was so quick and once he disappeared, the other ghosts either were beaten or ran away. Leaving only us.
"Thanks for coming to the rescue guys." I say as everyone swarmed Malleus and I as Vil and Lilia checked me for wounds.
"(Y/n)!" I could hear Grim as the gray fur ball leapt into my arms hugging me tightly around my neck.
"Missed you too Grim."
"Be careful next time, I can't have my minion getting kidnapped around dinner time."
"I'll be sure to do so next time, oh almighty Grim."
Once we got back to the school everyone dispersed, many of them talking about the awesome spells they got off on the ghosts leaving only Lilia, Malleus, and myself in the Ramshackle dorms. Grim took himself to bed early being drained from using so much of his 'awesome power' on the ghosts. Lilia was looking me over at the order of Malleus to ensure he didn't miss anything. Despite the countless times from the tower to the school I told him I was fine, but he would not hear of it till we settled down to have Lilia look over me one more time.
"Everything is in tip top shape in my eyes, Malleus. She'll be fine. No recovery unless you count traumatic experience with a psycho ghost groom."
"I would, but I'm sure I'll be fine within a few days. He's gone so there's nothing to worry about." I said. Lilia bid me goodnight as he passed by Malleus whispering something to him before leaving the dorm.
"I am to stay the night with you, in case you have nightmares." Malleus mumbled.
"Is that an order from Lilia or an order from you?"
"Mostly myself. I want to ensure you are alright. Even from nightmares. I can't imagine the experience you have encountered, especially being manhandled by such a rude and rambunctious ghost such as Yorgon."
"It was something, but I hope I didn't worry anyone too much about it."
"We would not have stopped till you returned to us." He said it so quickly and so assured that I knew he was right the moment he said it.
"That's reassuring." When the silence made its way through the room, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Malleus seemed lost in thought until I noticed where he was staring. I started for the balcony sitting on a bench just outside the door hearing him follow me.
"Sorry, for not telling you about my heritage. I didn't really want to be bombarded with questions or attract to much attention. My mother and I thought it best to keep it under wraps until I was ready." I couldn't meet his gaze when I spoke, yet I felt him sit near me and could feel his warmth radiate off of him.
"I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I am just taken aback. To see another dragon fae here is an astonishment. Though I have never seen such a bright color of horns as yours. They are quite beautiful. As if the brightest stars granted their light to them."
"O-oh, thank you." I couldn't help but feel the heat run to my face when he said this. I began to fiddle with my ring again out of nervousness when his enveloped my own. They were warm and surprisingly very calloused from practice of magic and training.
"My mother and I are descendants of an ancient dragon, much like yours, I think. We used to rule over a smaller kingdom until my mother met my father. He was human, and she had no desire to run a kingdom anymore. So they worked together to leave behind a democracy in place of a monarch. After that her sole focus was on me when they found out they were expecting."
"Fascinating. You are a princess then."
"Technically, yes. But not anymore, its an empty title."
"A title I would return to you if you wished." I was taken aback by this and I believe upon seeing my confusion, he only chuckled.
"I am your 'husband' am I not? That would make you princess of Briar Valley. Should you choose to accept me that is."
"Malleus."
"You understand courtship amongst those of my family. An proposal must first have time to know their partner before then. I would say we seemed to skip over that part, but we know each other enough to say we are past this. Though perhaps not long enough, I would say I still have much more to learn about you."
"Hold on, I'm-"
"I am joking. I would never rush you into something as that."
"Oh," I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt of joke, yet the thought of dating him...was never a bad idea in my mind. Ever since I met him, I'd be lying if I said I was taken to him. He was so interesting and the clues I gave were nothing but the truth, except maybe the part about him destroying anything in his way to get to me. That was a fib, but...
"Know that whomever you chose to court, to do it on your terms. Never theirs. For two people to come together, they must both be in agreement. It is a partnership."
"Yes. I couldn't say it any better myself. Though I do have a question for you." When I was able to look at him again, his green eyes were the same I remembered, soft and delicate and not an ounce of villainy in them. His hand still held mine, so when I squeezed it tighter, he returned the gesture drawing closer to me.
"Would you hate the idea of one day being my husband?" This time it was his turn taken aback only for a smile to grow on his lips bigger than I have ever seen.
"That seems reasonable. Though of course we must go slow, like I said, a partnership starts first with time getting to know each other."
"I agree."
"Then let this be our first act and rule. To go slow until both of us are ready for the next step." I held out my pinky finger at this only for him to stare at it confused.
"I'll swear to that." I wrapped my pinky around his as he smiled at my childish gesture, but I knew he loved the sentiment.
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rotting-batcorpse · 4 months
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Going crazy over this specific panel.
Malleus look so beautiful in this panel. So elegant and majestic. The average Twisted Wonderland student are crazy to be afraid of someone like her.
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If I was in that universe, I would be begging her to date me.
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❝DURING MIDNIGHT, ADVENTURES YOU AND I❞
❦summary; during the night is when the best adventures are made
♪the characters in this story; child!malleus draconia, baby!silver, lilia vanrouge
✎word count; 1,380
��what do the ghosts say?; familial relationships, very very fluffy, malleus child kidnapping oh my gooosh, a panicked lilia
☛the author's notes; got super inspired from @ohsleepie and their malleus & silver sibling stuff, so i offer this! link to the original post. header is also from the art that inspired this piece, so i'll be putting the full picture at the bottom too. i hope you like it!
☪look at the catalogue?
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Nights in Briar Valley are always strangely quiet. Sometimes, there will be the soft flutter of a summer bug or the quiet cawing of an insomniac raven. But those instances are few and far between.
It's something Malleus has grown accustomed to, although it's not something he particularly. Sometimes, he feels like some mysterious force compels all of Briar Valley to be silent during the night, permitting no noise or rustling of any kind. The only solace he finds is the fireflies that break through the night's darkness when the weather is warmer.
Malleus pushes away from the window sill, the soft bedsheets rustling as he wiggled to the edge of the bed. He feels himself sink a bit into the plush mattress, almost like it's trying to tempt him back to bed. The young fae ignores this, a destination in his mind.
The tiles are bitingly cold against his bare feet as he pads through the hallways, green light emitting only the smallest bit of luminescence as Malleus ventures through the halls.
The door to Lilia's quarters are easy to recognize, the wood of the door a light birch in comparison to the darker woods that are used for the rest of the doors. Whenever Malleus passed it, he always had the temptation to just enter and never leave Lilia's abode.
In there, it was always so warm, a welcoming orange fire always burning, smelling like freshly cut flowers and cut wood. Malleus always loved it, but time did not always allow him to be where he truly wanted. The door is unlocked when the young prince turns the handle, a smile spreading across his face as he passes through the door frame.
The room is dark as he enters, but Malleus can see the furniture as good eyes adjust to the dark. He takes a pause to look around, door clicking shut behind him as he steps in further.
He carefully walks along the wooden floors, towards the bedrooms. Lilia's bedroom is on the right, indicated by the red mahogany door, decorated immaculately and attractive to the eye, but that's not the room Malleus looks for. Instead, he aims for the room on the left, the door that is decorated in green and yellow stars and flowers, a sight that Malleus smiles at.
Turning the knob, the door creaks as he opens it and steps into the room. There's still some toys on the floor that haven't been cleaned up, but it's part of the charm of such a room, he thinks. Stepping over the forgotten toys, Malleus makes his way towards the crib, inspecting the small figure that wiggles in the crib. When he finally reaches the crib, he leans over the edge, eyes meeting with wide aurora-like eyes.
“Silver?”
Malleus gets a soft coo in response, a sound that makes him smile. He chuckles, leaning down further and hands bracing against the crib. Silver's bib lays on his chest, most likely falling from between his lips.
“Ah, I see you're awake as well.”
Reaching out to the small child, Malleus picks up Silver, arms wrapped around the child just as Lilia taught him. Smaller hands immediately rise to touch Malleus' face, chubby fingers trying to grip at the fae's cheeks.
He looks down at Silver, a hand pawing at his nose. “What trouble, neither of us being able to sleep, hm?” The only thing that Silver responds with is pinching Malleus' nose.
He laughs, humming in thought. “What say you, child? Shall we go somewhere?”
Silver turns in Malleus' hold a bit, head turning to look outside to the window. The fireflies were out tonight, illuminating the dark forest outside. It gives Malleus an idea, one that makes him smile.
“Oh, outside! Such a good idea.” Malleus makes his way to the door, leaving Lilia's home and out into the cold green halls once more. Despite this, Malleus still smiles, cradling a cooing Silver in his arms. “I'll take you to the fountain I like going to, I'm sure you'll love it.”
He hears a giggle, this only fueling Malleus' determination to get to the fountain. The soft padding of Malleus' feet echo through the corridor, following the path that he usually takes.
“I could also show you to the gardens as well.” Malleus' own voice fills up the silence, besides Silver's soft cooing, as he rocks the baby in his arms a bit, absentmindedly. “Lilia says he's been meaning to show you the gardens too. But I suppose I'll be the one showing it to you.”
He turns a corner, continuing on his journey. If he has to guess, Malleus would say that the two were only a few minutes from their destination.
“Though, I do hope you have no allergies to the flora there. I've heard Lilia worrying about you being allergic to things, child.” Malleus ponders all this aloud, head tilting left to right as if to imitate thinking. “Child, what do you think?”
When Malleus looks down, he finds no cooing child looking up at him in wonderment, but a child whose eyes have slipped shut, falling into deep sleep as he was rambling on.
“Ah, you can't fall asleep yet!” There's a pout that forms on the young fae's lips, huffing as Silver sleeps through Malleus' upset. “Could you not stay awake longer? We're almost there.”
And yet Silver still sleeps, little snores coming from the child. Malleus sighs heavily, but continues on his way, dirt sifting under his feet soon enough. It's pleasantly cool against his skin, the sound of gently running water reaching Malleus' ears.
The sight before him is truly calming, the slowly flowing water a nice background sound. There were roses that grew high above the young fae, a nice sight and perfect cover when playing games with Lilia. It also seemed like the fireflies decided to come over, floating about among the area. One even briefly rests on Silver's nose before Malleus shoos it away.
He walks to the bench swing that is tucked in a nice corner, complete with soft blankets and pillows for the occasion that Malleus might fall asleep here. Sitting down on the bench, Malleus grabs a blanket and makes sure to adjust the pillows well, leaning against them and pulling the blanket over himself and Silver.
Malleus is still sitting up, but the child rests against his chest, small hands curled around the front of his shirt tightly. He can't help but rub a few circles onto Silver's back, eyes trained onto the messy white locks that lean against his chest. He heaves a sigh, raising his head to look at the fountain. That familiar feeling of drowsiness starts to bloom throughout Malleus' body, not able to fight off the yawn that pushes past his lips.
With his grip on Silver tightening, Malleus leans back, eyes slipping closed as he finally is able to slip into sleep.
The next morning, the frantic yells of Briar Valley's best general echoes through the castle, frantic calls of his child and the young prince's names being heard in the early hours of the morning. All can hear the thundering footsteps as Lilia runs throughout the castle, checking all the places that Malleus could have run off to.
He finally stumbles on the fountain garden, kicking up dirt as he rushes in.
“Malleus-!”
Lilia stops himself, soaking in the sight before him. He can't help the tired chuckle that comes from his lips, dragging a hand down his face.
Malleus has leaned back a bit more on the swinging bench, arms still secured around Silver, who has taken to having his arms wrapped around Malleus' neck, hands still gripped around his shirt. The blanket has slipped down from where it was on top of them and a pillow looks ready to fall from the bench.
“Oh, great Seven...”
Walking over to the bench, Lilia sits next to Malleus, an arm wrapping around the young prince to hug him close. He relaxes against the seat, fixing the blanket so it properly covers the two children. Malleus immediately goes to lean against Lilia, still sleeping soundly. The sight of it all has adoration bubbling in Lilia's chest.
“Now what am I to do with you two, hm?”
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shortnessangel · 1 year
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Malleus being all kinds of beautiful once again 💚💚💚
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It's the Malleus anon again. May I please get some headcanons with a domestic/married life with the king of Briar Valley? ❤️
Also, may I coin the anon name "Starlight"?
Of course you may, Starlight~
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Malleus Draconia Domestic/Married Life Headcanons
Characters: Malleus Draconia x m!reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Headcanons below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)
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What people don't know about the King of Briar Valley, is that he can be extremely caring and careful when it comes to you.
He puts your comfort to the front of his mind, making sure you're content during anything.
Walking through the gardens? Frequent breaks to rest.
Travels through town? He insists on carrying your bags if there are no servants traveling with you.
You see something you like? He buys it for you. You wanted it after all, and he wants to make you happy.
Life with him also includes his bodyguards, so yes, Silver and Sebek are present in your life. Also yes, Sebek would be just as attentive with you, but this isn't about him. (Bless Sebek, though.)
Your favorite part is when the two of you are snuggling. Most would expect that you place your head on his chest as you two lay, and while that is true, it's mostly the opposite.
With such care, Malleus actually lays himself on you.
He's ever so careful with his horns, and the perfect position for this would be your stomach, that way they don't scrape your face.
In this position, he can wrap his arms around you, holding you close as you gently rub his head. He's in bliss.
"Your hold is so warm... Has it always been?" is what he realizes when you first snuggle like this. "I could stay in your arms for hours." is what he says every time after. He could never get enough of your hold.
The first time you two were like this, his pupils were blown wide instead of their usual slits. His breathing was slow, enamored, and he had the faintest blush, because it's his first time little spooning, and despite his power, he felt so safe and content.
He would never kneel for another, but ever since he proposed, he has done it in grand moments of affection or admiration. After all, for a king to kneel, it's unheard of, but he would do it to show his unwavering love and loyalty to you.
It's known he has quite the singing voice. When he's the big spoon, he hums for you while rubbing your head. Sometimes it's enough to soothe you to sleep, especially the eerie yet calming melodies of Briar Valley's lullabies.
If you are ever disrespected, he is calm, but his words and demeanor are appropriate enough to instill fear into them, and they'd never even dare to think ill of you
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roseapov · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Malleus!
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18th January 2024
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favficbirthdays · 2 months
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Happy Birthday
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Malleus Draconia (18th January)
Twisted Wonderland
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keii-starz · 4 months
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star-shaped glorious masquerade themed malleus icons!
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edit: free to use, but pls credit!
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sebekzigvoltposts · 2 months
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My emotions exactly. This book is already hurting and now it’s worse because I have to wait for part 3! 😭
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