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#Malleus Draconia x gn reader
minimallyminnie · 8 months
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Lipstick Stains
Gn Reader leaving tiny remnants of themselves on Diasomnia
Tw: None but if you don’t like reader wearing lipstick I suggest you read something else…
Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge (I will die by this.), Sebek Zigvolt
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Malleus Draconia
Ok, ok, it wasn’t like you were the bigger person in the relationship but you two needed to get to class!
It was sweet that he spared a few minutes just to talk to you in the morning near the emptier area of the busy hallway
He could after all teleport away
But he needed to get back to class asap! You knew his class times by heart and currently, he had a minute left!
You told him to go to class five minutes ago…but he gave you those eyes and you couldn’t refuse
“Tsuntaro, you need to go!!”
Damn those pretty emerald eyes of his!
While he’s talking with you, you take some time to just put a layer of your favorite lipstick on, rolling it smoothly on your lips
When you finished putting it away, he’s still talking and you know he’s about to get in trouble with Trein soon!
“Silver was ecstatic when he saw the red dragon, almost fell back if not for Seb-“
You kissed him on the cheek, imprinting a kiss mark on his cheek
He blinks for a second speechless as he sees your smudged lips. His cheeks grow a soft pink. Connecting the dots, he warmly laughs
“It’s that time huh? My apologies dear, I’ll be getting going.”
Before he teleports, he wraps a hand around your waist and kisses you. When he pulls back, he whispers
“Could I have more of your kisses later my love?”
Lilia Vanrouge
Absolutely just adores your time with him
Doesn’t matter how, when, or why, just adores it and is willing to take as much as he can get
Both of you are just so lovey dovey
(Silver has complicated feelings with his friend possibly being his step parent…)
He always adorns you with compliments but…since he’s in light music club, course he’s going to get a lot of fans
“Awh, jelly of me my love~?”
“Hmph.”
One time you read a fan mail from one of the students from Nobel Bell and oh boy, that letter felt like it was from a classic romance movie with how sugary sweet it was
Lilia laughed when he saw your annoyed face at the letter
So, before one of his concerts you put on a layer of pigmented lipstick, pulled him to the side, and kissed his face all over
You then stood back panting a bit from how fast you kissed him before looking up and admiring the shocked expression on Lilia’s face
“Oh my great sevens…”
He chuckled before pulling you in a kiss again
“My, my…Had I known you were so jealous, I would’ve made it known you are my significant other….”
Silver Vanrouge (I will die for this.)
Head over heels, he’ll be your sleeping beauty however long you want him to be
Silver is the type to always try to protect his significant other, so he’ll always be by your side when he can if he’s not with Malleus
Because of his curse though…he feels bad that most of the time he spends with you, he’s sleeping
Makes him feel really upset, he brought it up once when you crossed paths one day
“I…I really do want to spend time with you. I hate this…I can’t keep my eyes open sometimes…”
“Sil…”
His upset face made your heart ache.
In the afternoon, during both your free times, you two went near the forest to have a picnic
Of course, he fell asleep again but you didn’t mind
You smiled as he slept in your lap and then you pulled a tube of lipstick out, layering it on your lips
Then, you pressed kiss after kiss on Silver’s face softly.
He wakes up when you kiss his lips, a smile gracing your face. You take your phone out and tapped on the camera app to show him
“I feel like an art piece. I guess so since you’re the artist behind this after all.”
He sits up and smiles at you, kissing you gently on your head
“Thank you for this…Would it be selfish if I asked for even more?”
Sebek Zigvolt
Ah. There we go. Loudest man on Earth in Wonderland.
He’s surprisingly a soft and gentle lover, very sweet but still having his usual loud and boisterous personality
Sebek doesn’t mind your soft touches or gentle kisses as long as it’s not in front of Master Malleus!
(Who really is more entertained by it than annoyed…)
He’s like those strict knights, following every rule by the book to please his master!
“Master Malleus Sama!!”
“Sebby, he’s ok. Don’t worry!”
You don’t mind, but you want to show at least a tiny bit of love for him.
So! One day, you’re invited to the Diasomnia dinner and you dress yourself up for the occasion like the students in the dorm
Before you meet at the entrance with Silver and Sebek though, you carefully line your lips with lipstick and walk nonchalantly to Sebek
He’s a bit blushy at your more elegant appearance but his face turns apple red when you kiss his cheek
“Wha-what?!”
You can hear a small muffle laugh from Silver but then Sebek whispers, stuttering
“…N-not here! But…c-could I have more later when..when we’re f-finished with dinner..?”
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We love a blushy Sebek here and a sweetheart Silver here. I ran outta tags—
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Prompt 7 with Malleus? And the reader as the ghost? 😳
Visions of the Past; Malleus Draconia
Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort, pining left unresolved
Content Warning; Reader death (not heavily described)
Word Count; 700+
Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!
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Time heals all wounds. But Malleus knew that wasn’t true. Yes, time may heal physical wounds, although not always perfectly, but it no longer weeps or festers. Whereas emotional wounds, such as trauma, grief, and anger do not fade or heal in the same manner as a cut would.
Malleus was standing outside the entrance of Ramshackle, once his nightly walking grounds turned to the home of the first person that befriended him for him. The first person who didn’t know or care, even after finding out about his identity, that he was the Malleus Draconia. A magicless human who treated him as they did with others, but with a tad bit more ease, humour, and kindness since they were friends.
Were friends.
His heart knew though that you weren’t just friends. He had felt this emotion before to some extent with his passion for gargoyles, but they paled in comparison to you.
Your brightness. Your laugh. Your little mannerisms that most wouldn’t pay attention to, but he did. 
“Do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re older,” you mused while on one of your nightly walks with Malleus. Malleus furrowed his brow and looked at you quizzically, “Why wouldn’t we be? I have no intention of not being in your life.” You had stopped moving forward and Malleus came to a stop beside you. “Well, I don’t know. You’re a prince, future king, and you might get swapped in royal business and duties…” You pursed your lips, an unpleasant taste in your mouth. “And isn’t that more important?”  “Do you not like spending time with me?” Malleus’ voice was more sharp, on edge. “NO!” You shouted, the word echoing a bit in the quiet night. “I like spending time with you. I love it!” Malleus looked at you with confusion, and if he were looking at anyone else the way he had been in the past minute, they would have been grovelling, asking for forgiveness. But not you.  “Then why did you bring it up in the first place? Should there not be time, I will simply make it,” he said quietly. A small smile and chuckle replaced the irritated look of moments prior, “I will even make it ‘royal business’ as you put it.” You cough-laughed at his statement, but you only laughed harder when you looked at him to see a baffled expression.  Malleus chuckled lightly, joining your amusement, even though he didn’t understand what was so funny that had you tearing up. You let out a long sigh, recollecting yourself. “Well, I’ll be there then, promise.”
And you had held that promise. Despite both of your hectic lives, you both met at least twice a month. If neither of you had the time? Well, Malleus would just show up outside your place, like old times, and you would both go about the property. Sometimes talking away, and other times in silence, just happy to be next to each other again.
Malleus knew he liked you, loved you even — the way he felt more like himself when he was around you, and a tinge of jealousy made that distinction clear — and he was planning on asking you if you felt the same.
But he didn’t have the chance.
He would never have the chance.
He knew that he wouldn’t have many years with you, but he had planned that it was old age that took you away from him.
Ramshackle had not changed, but Malleus could still smell the scent of soot, even after all of these years. The foyer stopped, and Malleus looked into the gloom of the burnt ruins.
“ … do you remember our promise?”
He had been coming here, once a fortnight, asking the same question and hoping for an answer. Every time all he ever received was the sound of rotting wood and the scampering of mice.
He took in a breath and was ready to leave, to go back to his duties, but he stopped.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He couldn’t see you, but you were here. And that was all that mattered to Malleus. That although you may not physically be here anymore, he had not lost you.
Time may heal all wounds, but Malleus didn’t want this wound to heal. He didn’t want to lose you, not again.
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A/N; Hope you enjoyed what I came up with for this combination! And *hands you an emotional dragon fae that misses you*
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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog @bloomstruck @eynnwwyjth @keii-starz @lucid-stories @ryker-writes @syrenkitsune @the-v-lociraptor @twistwonderlanddevotee @xxoomiii
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hammysando · 4 months
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"Rainstorms come, without you." Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader
AN: Hello, hello again~! It's me, back with another part for my Diasomnia grief series! This time, it's the Fae Prince's turn! Don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed this! Maybe even leave a comment for me down below! This can be read as platonic or romantic! <3 Prefect/Reader is Gender Neutral!
Wordcount: 300+ words~
Prompt: How would the Diasomnia boys react to the Prefect's death? (Which they caused inadvertently via a freak overblot on campus, where the Prefect take a fatal blow for them.)
TW: Major character death (Prefect/Yuu), Dealings with depression, grief, and delusion.
Please read at your own risk
Prologue:
“Prefect-! NO-!”
Silence.
Silence descended on the prestigious Night Raven College. The usual squabbling of the students as well as the hustle and bustle had frozen in place, as if time itself was pausing, holding its breath. The funeral was held on a sunny day, a contrast to the occasion. It felt like a blur to the students of Night Raven. Was this reality? The prefect; someone who had survived several overblots, changed their lives for the better, and was an essential part of Night Raven College, was dead? How could this be...?
More below the cut~
Malleus could not accept that the Prefect had died. Their funeral was a blur, obscured ever so slightly by gossamer silk. It was as if Malleus was underwater, unable to hear, or make anything out except for blurbs. Why was Silver crying..? Why did everyone look so… Sad? Surely the Prefect would return. They couldn’t simply die, right? His Child of Man wouldn't leave him without a goodbye… Right?
The dragon fae was in a daze as the seasons changed. Perhaps the grief, or he himself tricked his mind into thinking the Prefect was alive, but Malleus spoke as if they were still there. No one had the heart to rouse him from the waking dream he had convinced himself of. It was a delusion steeped in indigo happiness that Malleus was willingly drowning in.
“The Prefect would love this blend of tea. Perhaps I should stop by later. What do you think, Lilia?” Malleus watched Lilia’s cheery smile falter ever so slightly at the mention of his Child of Man. Why? Did he not think that the Prefect would like the tea?
“... I’m sure they would like it.” Lilia spoke, though it sounded as he was stepping carefully. Why did Lilia look like that? Like he wanted to cry? There was a stab in Malleus’ chest as he regarded his guardian carefully before a smile spread across his features. The smile did not reach his eyes, however.
“Then I shall have you deliver it in my stead, Lilia.” He needed to be alone. The stab had spread steadily throughout his chest, and in a shower of fairy lights, Malleus disappeared.
His room was dark and in slight disarray, though the fae disregarded the untidiness and simply clutched his chest with quivering hands. A pain bloomed between the cavity of his ribcage, raw and visceral. No, what was this pain? Malleus didn’t realize that he had started to cry, the droplets of tears rushing down his face like a rainstorm. Lightning and thunder accompanied the heavy downpour that was unusual for the season.
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Yuu/MC @ Malleus : I think I’m in love.
Grim : You literally just met him. 🤨
Yuu/MC, eyes sparkles : He can turn into a dragon. That’s all I need to know about him. 😍
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kyupidos · 4 months
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11/20/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland
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marry me!ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘you love him so much, you might as well put a ring on it—even if it’s made of paper.’
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characters. diasomnia : malleus draconia ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff
📡 _a/n. MY TUMBLR ACC’S ONE YEAR ANNI AND BOOK 7 RELEASE ON ENG SERVERS?? MY FAV DORM?? yk i had to speedrun smth!! doing this one based on the promise ring idea with the aid of my friend 💪😋
m. draconia
— you aren’t exactly sure how to bring up the concept of marriage to the malleus draconia. you feel almost like a plebeian next to your lover, who’s so regal and beautiful to the point of it being intimidating—but hey, you’ve never let that get in the way of you before, and you don’t intend to start now of all times. and, it may be a bit too soon to ask for his hand in marriage anyway.. but even still, you found yourself practicing your origami to make a promise ring out of paper you kept handy.
— although, despite your newly made paper ring now held in your clasped hand, you still weren’t actually sure how to go about it. malleus is right beside you, dusk settling in as you walk around night raven campus, conversing about gargoyles and the like, though you weren’t quite paying attention. nothing against your dear dragon fae of course, but your mind has long since strayed to how to ask him for his hand in future marriage. well, in theory it should be simple, right? take him by the hands and say, ‘my dear malleus, would you like to marry me in the future? i promise i can make you happy!’
— you noticed your mistake the moment you saw the gears shifting in malleus’s head, as his eyes widened ever the slightest. though, he quickly finds delight in your accidentally spoken declaration ( you would’ve rather said something more elaborate to show your love ), smile visible with his eyes crinkling in noticeable joy, your hand clasping his now allowing him to take hold of the paper ring you would’ve dropped if you were any more embarrassed and clumsy. though, with excitement your eyes widened all the same as the fae prince delicately put the ring on his finger, a huff of pleasure escaping him.
— “and, to think i was going to ask the same of you.. i’ll accept your proposal, of course, dear. i do hope you don’t intend to go back on this.”
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twisted-lover-boys · 5 months
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Can I get Disamonia with a Nanami-like S/O who is basically juggling his school life, his job at Sam's Shop, dealing with Crowley's shenanigans and planning dates with them which makes them realize that their S/O actually needs a break from doing all this?
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With An Overworked Nanami-Like Partner
{not proof-read}
Man I haven’t watched jjk in a hot minute (and by that, I mean months). I don’t remember much about Nanami but I’ll try my best
Also, I cut it down to Malleus solely because I went a little too hard and ended up making too much for him and I don’t wanna delete it. If you want a pt.2 with a Diasomnia character of your choice, I’ll gladly do this again
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“Darling? You didn’t come down to the lobby…did you forget?”
Malleus walked into your room, the sky starting to turn a little gloomy in his wake. The fae prince saw you, his beloved boyfriend, slumped over your desk. You were still wearing your apron from Sam’s shop.
At his saddened voice, your head slowly rose to look at the fae. He was indeed upset, sporting a pout on his face.
“N-No, no, I didn’t forget. I just thought that *yawn* I could get some sleep before it.” You yawned. Now that Malleus could properly see you, he could see the bags under your eyes and how your limbs just dragged along with you.
“Are you sure you’re okay, my love? You’re still in Sam’s uniform.” Malleus walked over to you, kneeling in front of your slumped form. That’s when you sat up and looked down at yourself. You see indeed still wearing the apron.
“Ah, shoot. Must’ve forgotten to take it off after Crowley’s last request.” You noted. You then stood up from your desk and walked over to your closet. Malleus, however, was confused.
“The headmaster? What did he ask of you?” The fae prince asked. You didn’t even look at him as you responded. “Oh, just to file the final exams grades of the whole school.” A crack of thunder. Now why in the world would he ask you to do that?
“But I said I couldn’t do it right away since I have this big project for Professor Crewel and, as usual, he threatened to take away my housing at Ramshackle.”
A loud boom of thunder resonated from outside. It seemed to finally get your attention as your head snapped towards the window. It was really pouring outside.
Meanwhile, Malleus was having a war with his thoughts. Why would the headmaster ask that of you? And why would he try and take away your housing? And what do you mean as usual?! Has this happened before?!
“Mal? Are you okay? Are you upset that I overslept?” The fae prince was snapped from his thoughts at your low and concerned voice. He sighed. “No, never at you, my love.” Still not trusting his word, you walked over to him and gently held his hands. “It’s really pouring out there…how about we have an indoor date?”
Malleus smiled at your words. “I would like that very much. You stay up here and relax. I will get us something to drink.” Malleus sat you down on the plush chair in your room before walking off and down to the kitchen. He was glad that the ghosts had decided to help him make some warm tea for you.
When he returned, you were passed out on your chair. Seeing your peaceful state made the fae smile as the weather cleared up. He’d let you sleep a bit more. He’d deal with Crowley in due time.
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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years
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𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
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gn! reader, fluff
Note: fucked up a request so y'all just get this for now. Sorry for not posting much today.
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He’s never been in a relationship before so you need to have a lot of patience to teach him how to be in a relationship.
And with enough patience, you can prevent having a Yandere! Malleus on your hands
Dates with him would often include reading books together, taking late-night walks, walking around ruined buildings, going to look at gargoyles, and having tea together.
If you two hang out at the Diasomnia dorm Sebek is screaming that you'd dare attempt to seduce his young master in such a way
It takes Malleus ordering him to do something else.
He apologizes for Sebek's behavior and gives you the sweetest kiss on the cheek.
This man needs words of affirmation. He's constantly feared simply for existing so even simple praises cheer him up right away
Tends to get clingy because he thinks you might leave him but as you start to open up to him more his fears begin to fade as time goes on
Needs physical affection. He's so incredibly touch starved. Even if it's just wrapping your arms around him for a casual hug he gets surprised but soon relaxes.
He's always so used to others running when he comes around the corner that he probably forgot how it felt to get physical affection outside of his family
At first, he probably won't engage in too much PDA unless you initiate it. It's not that he doesn't like it, he's just not used to initiating it.
Usually gives you kisses on the head so he doesn't have to bend down so far. Although, kissing you on the lips is his favorite.
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abyssthepansexual · 2 years
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Hucow AU
Fluff/smut
Kink Warning
Contents: Hucow, bulls, lactation kink, non specified reader gender.
I was debating something with my cousin and we came up with the idea of different colored cows (afab or amab doesn't matter there's cows and bulls)
Bulls = Big build, horns, taller, etc you get the idea seemingly intimidating and a genuine threat when messed with.
Cows= softer, able to lactate via boobs and/or pecks different spot colors indicate different milks.
So I wanted to do a hucow au for like beast people reader if that makes sense.
Bulls regardless of afab or amab can be requested along with cows regardless of afab and amab.
Now onto the colors
Pink spots = strawberry milk
Brown spots = chocolate
Black = regular milk
Yellow = honey? (Still debating that one)
But I'm willing to do other colors if someone comes up for ideas but I thought it'd be a little fun thing.
Of course I'll still do regular requests but I wanted to add this as I thought it was interesting.
You could also request characters as bulls or cows if you wish.
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mellowwillowy · 2 months
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"Stop the wedding!!"
So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)
All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.
"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!
"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.
"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.
"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"
"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.
"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.
"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"
"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.
"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"
"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.
"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.
"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.
"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.
"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.
"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"
And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.
"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.
"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!
Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.
And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"
The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!
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"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)
Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."
"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.
"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"
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Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"
The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.
Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)
"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.
Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.
Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.
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kalims · 2 months
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"( – ⌓ – ) ⎯⎯ he lets you draw on his skin, yeah thats pretty much it.
ft. malleus, vil
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malleus
it was... a breach of your patience.
the lesson, was awfully boring. the more you listened to the apparent 'heroic' doings of certain individuals. the more it strips away your attentiveness to the words spilling out of professor trein's mouth. no matter how many times you will your ears to make out the incoherent lecturing of the man... it remains deaf.
so you decide to sate said boredom.
how? of course you need to bother your seatmate!
your intentions remained within the circle of yourself of course. your eyes stuck to the stray marker over your paper so you silently twisted the cap off and scribbled on your paper—then it was your palm—and now, malleus' arm.
"child of...?" man. malleus finishes in his mind, his attention suddenly snapped away at the sudden tug of his arm. definitely not his own decision to even make it move in the first place. usually it would remain stiffly beside his body like usual and even if someone tried to pry it to them it would remain still. but without his attention, his body lets you.
without another word. you peel open his fingers, palm open to you and it's a notion he allows. and he stays silent when you tug his gloves off. perhaps with a curious huff, malleus drifts closer to you. to accommodate your actions that he's yet to get an explanation for.
... and suddenly there's very bright flowers drawn on his palm.
said owner of the palm might just be toe darkest person in the room so it's quite out of place.
but it's from you so he likes it.
he peeks at it, with a fond smile on his face. I should enchant it to remain there forever. he thinks to himself, the curve of his lips growing wider at his thoughts, like he'd proud of the idea. the idea of being able to carry around something made exclusively by you might as well shove him into a cannonball and send him to cloud nine.
it's adorable. you're adorable.
his world grows a little more blue the more he stares at you. and if it weren't for the searing glances the professor sends your way malleus would just let his eyes engrave you into his memory forever, so he laments over it and reluctantly peels his gaze off you. mind speaking a thousand memories, the very same reason he somehow can't hear anything trein says.
you draw a strange looking lizard beneath his ring finger, one that looks a little like him and he thinks that you're asking him for marriage.
that can be arranged... he ponders, oblivious.
vil
drawings, doodles, painting— art. a reflection of the soul.
vil is great at makeup.
every brush on your face, a step to beauty. that is his reflection. you are his soul. he wants to make you look—no, make you feel like you're beautiful cause the canvas he's standing in front of is his greatest piece of art, he'd want to put you on the tallest pedestal there is. the grandest one just so the rest knows your beauty is parallel to none, something they can see and admire but not reach.
but he also wants to keep you in his own room, because only he knows what he felt when he painted you. only he should be the one given the grace.
this... he doesn't know what to consider.
perhaps vil should be bothered, if not then a little peeved at the several colors across his skin. a myriad of doodles, some words, and some simple drawings. a poor portrait of him is drawn next to one he assumes yours, the 'fairest' word on the right side of his hand, and flowers.
he's sure though. you're definitely no artist.
the thought cracks a smile at him, and you steal a glance midst the cool tip of the pen dancing along his skin. "I'd thought you wouldn't even let me do this," you admit, chair having been moved over closer to him so you wouldn't have any leaning problems. a suggestion by vil you gratefully took up, though you doubt it was just another excuse to have you closer.
"why?"
"dunno," you shrug. "it looks unseemly compared to you."
he huffs, flashing you a light smirk. "so my face is, hmmm..." vil ponders for a moment, and your face twists to the realization that you possibly just exposed what you think. but you suppose it isn't really a problem since it was basically common sense that vil is...
"gorgeous." you finish for him.
his aura brightens. (probably will be for the rest of the week.)
your hand retracts from him, the marker gripped between your fingers. and he takes a look at your 'art.' he doesn't know if he should consider it as one since there are a heap of sloppy lines, and the color bleeds into his skin. some smudges that you accidentally brushed against that makes it seem like a messy picture of chaos.
vil strives for perfection, but it's only natural there are flaws. to love oneself, you must love all parts. and to love you, he loves whatever the ink on his skin is.
well, what the heck.
"pass it to me," he stretches his hand, and you quirk a brow. questioning but curious so he indulges you. "I'll show you how it's done."
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note. ngl idk what I wrote for vil it's currently 12 AM rn ☠ <- newer note, this has been rotting in my drafts for weeks and I couldn't decide whether to post it cause I wasn't sure about vil's but here hehehe
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 3 months
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Malleus Draconia - "The Fear"
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In which you struggle to understand why so many people are afraid of Malleus Draconia when he's oh so lovely. Or; in which a certain dragon fae finds out a few habits of yours that may be disturbing to the average person but after the initial confusion he's actually very flattered.
                                                                                                   
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"You know... I really don't get it."
"Oh? What don't you get?"
"It's just– How are people afraid of you? I mean, look at you."
"Hm?"
"Clearly they've been looking at you at the wrong angle, cause all I see is a precious boy that wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it."
"Precious you say—"
"I mean– Have they not seen your smile? Your adorable, holy, shining relic of a smile that could kill gods?"
"Kill gods? Well, I wouldn't say that—"
"You're too cute to be scary. Seriously! Here– look at this picture I took of you taking care of Gao Gao Dragon-kun; you look so cute when you're focused!"
"Oh really, I— Wait. When did you take this?"
"Oh! And this one! This was when you were admiring gargoyles on your walk yesterday! That look in your eyes when you see something you love just completes me in a way!"
"Oh. I was certain that I was alone then—"
"Anyway, the point is that you're adorable and handsome and perfect and in no way scary! Anyone who tells you otherwise I'll whoop their ass, okay? No one fucks whith my baby!"
"Ah... Hehehe~ Oh, my child of man, you truly know how to flatter me, don't you?"
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minimallyminnie · 10 months
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Ok imagine Yuu/You wearing black lipstick while kissing Malleus during their date with him. Then he comes back during dinner with lipstick marks all over and he doesn’t even make a remark about it, just acts normal
Malleus: cutting his piece of dinner
Silver, Lilia, and Sebek: …
Malleus: is something wrong you all?
Sebek with a horrified expression: Master Malleus Sama, what happened..?
Malleus: Today? I guess I saw a mushroom growing out of one of the books—
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Of Truths & Dreams; Malleus Draconia
Dreams can tell you a lot about a person. Their wants, their fears. But sometimes they can tell you the truth, and sometimes it isn't pretty.
Supporting Characters; Lilia Vanrouge & Malenoa Draconia
Content; Soulmate AU (I call them soul matches), gender-neutral reader, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic, Chapter 7 spoilers, canon divergence, hurt/comfort
Content Warnings; Chapter 7 spoilers, overblot stuff, swearing
Word Count; 5 K
Don't put my work into AI, I will hunt you for sport.
Prologue & Lilia's Story | Sebek's Story
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Malleus was born into this world alone. His mother, dead, and his father, missing. It was a miracle that he even hatched, as Draconia eggs required love to hatch. And his grandmother was ridden with grief, over losing her only child. It was no wonder why he was delayed by several centuries. And despite everything, he hatched. But despite his hatching, the love and adoration that people gave him, he was alone. Malleus didn’t feel loved, not in the way that mattered.
His subjects, his guards, his teachers, even his own grandmother loved the idea of him. And he was raised away from the outside world, within the dark halls of Briar Castle. Malleus was an idea, and the hope for the future rather than his own person. It was a lot for a child to handle. So, of course, he would sneak out when he thought no one was looking. The guards would realize rather quickly that the sole heir to Briar Valley, their most treasured royal, was missing. But Malleus didn’t care.
“Good evening,” he greeted the raven gargoyle that was at the westernmost turret of the outside wall. Malleus looked in the direction that the raven did, looking out into the moors. A dense fog had rolled in, covering everything in a white haze. “Do you ever wonder what’s out there?”
He knew that the stone wouldn’t answer him, but he asked anyways. “Grandmother tells me stories you know,” he sighed, taking a seat in one of the carved-out alcoves in the ancient stone. “That Briar Valley will one day be mine to keep. But I cannot rule without a soul match.”
Soul matches were quintessential for the Draconias, after all, it was their own ancestor the Thorn Fairy, who had gifted the fae the blessing. But Malleus had yet to find any trace of them in his dreams. Typically, members of his family were born with their soul match already in their dreams, but Malleus had yet to meet them, his dreams still being black and white, and no blurry stranger to speak of in sight. It was distressing, and he heard the whispered concerns of his grandmother when she thought he was in bed.
And those whispers played in his head. “Is there something the matter with me?” All the young prince got for an answer though was the distant cawing of ravens, and the approaching sounds of footsteps. “Did I do something wrong?”
It felt like he did something wrong. Why else would the Thorn Fairy withhold his birthright to a soul match? Why would she punish him? Had he already not been punished enough?
“So that’s where you were hiding,” the familiar voice of Lilia pulled Malleus from his thoughts. “Come now, young prince, you can’t hide away forever.” Lilia offered his hand for the young boy to take. 
Malleus looked at his outstretched hand to his face, and placed his hand in Lilia’s. “Did I upset everyone again?” His voice was quiet as the two of them walked hand and hand down the uneven steps of the turret’s staircase.
Lilia hummed, “Upset? No. Worry? A little bit.” He was used to barking out orders in the battlefield, not looking after children, let alone one so precious to the Valley. But Lilia felt that he needed to, for both his Queen, and the late princess. He had a duty to keep, an oath that he lived by; to protect the royal line.
Malleus frowned, giving the moors a final look before he and his keeper descended into the heart of the castle. “I just wanted to find them.”
“And you will,” Lilia gave the prince a practised smile, as it was still something he was getting used to. “It may just take some time is all.”
“But mother and grandmother both were born with their soul matches already in their dreams. Why is mine not with me now?” Malleus was starting to spit a bit of fire, clearly becoming upset with his own frustration. “Why must they keep me waiting?”
Lilia took a knee, and gently placed his hands on Malleus’s shoulders, looking into his eyes. “Good things come to those who wait. It must mean that the Thorn Fairy is taking her time in finding the best match for you.” Lilia’s eyes searched Malleus’s and he propped himself back up. “So since it is taking a while, they must be very special.”
Malleus was still upset, but that put him at ease. Good things come to those who wait. So the longer he had to wait, the better his soul match should be, and that put his turbulent mind at ease… for now.
Malleus was standing in the thick fog of the moors. And it was deathly silent, not even the crickets or the throaty calls of frogs filled in the silent din. “Another dream,” he sighed to himself. 
Of course it was a dream, which was obvious due to everything being in various shades of grey, white, and black, but also because he wasn’t allowed past the castle’s outer walls without someone else accompanying him.
“Why have you brought me here,” Malleus quietly asked the fog.
It is said that the Thorn Fairy lived in the moors, that she protected the moors. She put up an impenetrable wall of thorns, to protect her people from those who wished to destroy them. But the moors remained silent, and barren of colour or life. Malleus hummed to himself the lullaby that his grandmother sang to him while he was still a baby, and still in his egg. He has heard this song over the centuries as he lay dormant. Permanently etched into the deepest recesses of his mind. The lullaby was crafted solely for the fae to learn of soul matches.
Malleus stopped humming. He hadn’t met them yet, so it didn’t feel right to hum the original lyrics. “I’ll know you. I will walk with you once upon a dream,” he sang slowly, walking to nowhere in particular, the fog moving gently with his movements. “I’ll know you, that look in your eyes will be so a familiar a gleam.” 
He started dancing by himself, making the fog swirl around him. “And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I’ll know you, I know what you’ll do.” Malleus made one large twirl, and all the emotions he had were summoned as fire, setting the dry grass of the moors ablaze, yet he was untouched as his dream was slowly being reduced to ashes.
“You’ll love me at once,” he whispered quietly, “the way you did once upon a dream.” Smoke filled the air, and where there was once light, white fog, there was now heavy, black smoke.
It was simply a dream though, nothing more. But dreams reveal truths, even if we don’t want to confront them.
Malleus had missed the entrance ceremony… again, at least Lilia was all over it, but it still rubbed Malleus in all of the wrong ways. But was it really his fault? He had never received an invitation… due to his electronics acting up again due to his own magic, so maybe it was his fault. Maybe next year! … Oh right, he would be a fourth year and not studying within the confines of Night Raven College, so in actuality, there was no next year.
At least there was a familiar face that was new to the dorm, and Sebek was overjoyed and followed Malleus dutifully. But that didn’t really change his own inner turmoil; he is next in line to be king, and yet he wasn’t able to attend something as simple as an annual recurring event? It troubled him, even as he was preparing himself for bed, adjusting his custom pillow just so.
I just wish I were invited? A proper letter. He mused in his own head, before finding himself back in the moors. It was always the moors. By this point he had traversed the entirety of it, and seen everything it had to offer, all of its little secrets. Not hard when he’s had nearly a century of time to do so.
He started humming his version of the lullaby, as he mindlessly floated along a path that he had made with his own footsteps, well trodden. Good things come to those who wait. That’s what he’s told himself, night after night. That’s what he told himself every morning when he woke up. He was getting tired of waiting. He was supposed to have been born with his soul match already in his dreams, but no one had ever appeared in Malleus’s dreams. He was always alone in the moors, with not even animals to keep him company. He was not only isolated in his waking world, the real world, but he was also isolated in his dreams.
Malleus was all alone, he had been alone for a while. Yes, he may have guards, and loyal servants, but above all else, they saw him as their next king, not Malleus; they didn’t see him for him. So maybe it was fitting that he didn’t have a soul match either. Maybe the Thorn Fairy wanted him alone.
Right as those feelings surfaced though, his dream changed. Malleus was very much still in the moors, but the silence was gone. The soft chirping of crickets filled the void. There was life, and it was all at once. The fog was still there, but Malleus could also see the faint lights of fireflies, glowing softly. This, this was new, and he didn’t know what to make of it. The once still moor was now gently rustling, breathing.
In front of him, the fog became dense, and a figure slowly emerged from it, looking around in a confused state. But they then turned their full attention to Malleus, and everything became saturated in violet.
Good things come to those who wait. They were here, they were finally here. Malleus was finally not alone.
“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” he greeted with a slight bow of his head. He did not know who they were, did not know of their upbringing or social status, but none of that mattered. They were his soul match, which usurped everything else. 
He watched curiously as his words floated in front of him, a harsh, neon green. His soul match did the same, watching as the words faded away.
“Uh, nice to meet you too?” Their words, your words, floated in front of Malleus, the same shade of green as his. “Who are you? Where am I?”
Malleus hummed, intrigued by their reaction. Perhaps they were not taught of soul match bonds, which would be understandable, as not all families knew of the bonds the Thorn Fairy had gifted them. “I will explain all in time, for now though, let us walk together, and enjoy this moment. Shall we?”
He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it, but right as your hands were about to meet, your form turned back into mist, leaving Malleus alone yet again in his dream. “Hmm, they must have woken up suddenly… perhaps tomorrow night then…” He murmured to himself, and continued down his footpath, watching the fireflies blink in the distance.
That was a weird ass dream, and you were kinda thankful that Grim had rudely woken you up. Kinda being the key word. And you couldn’t really get back to sleep, instead just staring up at the decaying ceiling above you, just wishing that you could go back to sleep. But what was up with the formal-speaking stranger? Why were you in some sort of swamp? Why was everything purple? And why were your words floating in front of you and a bright ass neon green? It was only your first night too… maybe this was just your brain coming up with weird scenarios to distract you from the weirdness you experience while awake? Maybe some inter-dimensional travel side effects? Like some form of jet lag that messed with your dreams? Sure, let’s pin it on that.
“Ughhhh, I hate it here,” you groaned. It would be a few hours before classes even began, so you had plenty of time for utter boredom, how fun. At least you had borrowed some books from the library, a mix of general information — since that ‘headmage’ hadn’t given you a proper welcome or a lowdown on how this world functioned — and just some interesting looking cover. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Sure, but when the book was a deep violet leather-bound book, with green metallic filigree? How could you not be curious about it? It was stunning.
“Of Truths and Dreams,” you whispered to yourself, that was the title of the book, the font in the style of calligraphy from medieval texts. How old was it? Were you actually allowed to touch it, let alone read it? It looked like it belonged in a museum.
You carefully undid the metal clasp, in the shape of a dragon’s claw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And you began reading.
Dreams can reveal much about a person; their wants, their fears, their memories. Dreams also hold power, and such power has been bestowed to the Draconia family. And this power comes from our ancestor, the Thorn Fairy.
You snapped the book shut. This wasn’t just a book, it was a diary. You shouldn’t be reading this… but this was a chance to learn more about this world. Learn about it from… You open up the diary again, and find the owner’s name written in the same calligraphy as the title. Maleficia Draconia. 
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As with all fae, our family too is blessed with soul matches who enter our dreams as we sleep. Our family is different though, as we are born with them already in our minds; our dreams tinted in a colour that represents both of us. They are of utmost importance to us. Without them, we cannot rule. They may become an advisor, a confidant, and in some cases, a lover. That is for both parties to decide though, we cannot use our power or status to influence their decision, no matter how we feel about them, Malenoa. Do not let our draconic greed dictate the relationship. It surfaces as a song. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you, I’ll know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. Ignore that song, my love, for that is the greed speaking, and not the truth. Ignore it at all costs, for it will stain the heart…
The rest of the diary was left blank, the edges of the paper charred. Turning it back over, you noticed that the entire back of the book was blackened, blackened by fire. And even though you didn’t know who Maleficia was, she had helped you a great lot. Whatever that dream was, that was no ordinary stranger. They were your… soul match? Yeah, whatever that meant.
Malleus found himself walking outside of his old haunting grounds, Ramshackle dorm. He was surprised to find it now occupied, but his sadness had morphed into something far more pleasant. He had gained a friend. He had gained you.
“Good evening, Child of Man,” he greeted you, taking notice of the large yawn that escaped your mouth. “More tired than usual I see. You do not need to walk with me tonight if rest is what you need.”
Malleus meant well, in his own odd and formal way. “Eh, it’s nothing, Tsunotarou. I’ll get some shut eye in a bit,” you waved off his concern, and shot him a small smile.
He gave you back a tiny smile, remembering the last time that he gave someone a full smile, they were left scared, not happy. He didn’t want to scare you off. That’s why he let you decide on a nickname for him, that but also names hold power… but he trusted you, he just didn’t know how to bring it up. He didn’t want your friendship to change just because you found out he was the Malleus Draconia, but he also knew that you wouldn’t really care. You didn’t seem like the type to treat him any differently just because of his title. He didn’t want to risk it though.
So the two of you walked around the outskirts of Ramshackle, fireflies lighting the way. Something about them felt familiar though, and it wasn’t from just your nightly walks with your horned friend. You could have sworn you saw them in a dream… now wasn’t the time for that, now was the time to enjoy what time you could get with your friend.
“Hey, Tsunotarou,” you asked him, turning a bit so you faced him. “Do you have a soul match?”
Malleus’s pupils dilated outwards, becoming more rounded rather than harsh slits. “Yes I do, Child of Man. I am rather surprised that you know of the subject,” he breathed out. You really were full of surprises, weren’t you?
Surprised? “How so?”
Malleus hummed to himself, a melody that sounded familiar, but it evaded you. “The bonds of soul matches of fae are only known by fae, which is why I was caught by surprise of you knowing of the term. That is all.” Do you have one, Child of Man? But why does the thought make my tongue go bitter?
“Found it in a book in the library,” you mused. You mentally kicked yourself, you could have given it to him, he may know the family of the previous owner. Maybe you could go hunting for it the next time you found yourself in the cramped halls of the library. A rather large yawn escaped from you, and that was your, and Malleus’s, queue that it was time for you to head off to the land of dreams. “Any who, night, Tsunotarou! Sweet dreams!” You waved him goodbye as he vanished into a puff of fireflies, off into the night.
And they were both asleep again, but something felt off. Like there was something dark tainting the dream. It was a familiar sensation, one that made the hairs on your neck stand on end; blot. There was blot in the dream.
“Are you alright,” you asked your soul match, carefully watching their reaction.
They hummed, and turned to look at you curiously, green eyes practically glowing in the dark violet lighting, pupils relaxing from their tight slits into more relaxed ovals. “I am alright, just thinking is all,” their words floated in front of them, still the neon green they were in the beginning.
But the alarm bells were screaming in your head. Screaming at you that everything was definitely not alright. This, this was being calculated, being considered. “You just seem preoccupied… like your mind is elsewhere is all.”
They tilted their head, “I am right here with you.” Their words were blunt, as they typically were. “However,” the lighting darkened, being tainted with more hints of blot, “are you planning on going anywhere?” Are you planning on leaving me, like everyone else?
The words hang heavily in the air. It was no use lying to them, as it would only worsen the situation to lie. “Eventually I have to… I have to go back,” you said carefully, gauging their reaction.
Malleus’s pupils turned into slits again, but he remained calm on the outside. “Go back to what? Do you not like it here?” Do you not like me?
You looked around the bog, “That’s not the case. I have responsibilities back home. I need to go back. I’m …” Sorry. But the word didn’t come out of your mouth. What did you have to apologise for? It was not your fault that you came here, but why did it feel like it?
“I too have responsibilities,” Malleus said quietly, words barely visible. “You cannot go back.” All of the pleasantries were gone, this was a command. “You are staying here with me.”
The blot thickened. Could someone overblot in their dreams? And they started singing, and it was the tune that they’ve been humming since their first shared dream.
“I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam,” they cupped your face, looking softly into your eyes. “And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…” The violet lighting of the dream had turned almost black, the only lighting being the neon green words dancing around you. “You’ll love me at once, they way you did once-”
You shot up awake, heart beating so fast that you could feel and hear it. You didn’t need your soul match to finish the lyric, for you knew it already… for you had read it in that fire-charred diary. “… upon a dream,” you breathed out.
Your soul match is Malleus Draconia, Tsunotarou, and this was bad. The greed had taken over… alongside the blot. 
Malleus looked over the forms of his sleeping classmates, singing the lullaby again. He could see everybody’s dreams, except for yours, and it was equally as annoying as it was endearing. Of course his Child of Man would be filled with surprises. Malleus only wished that his soul match was here, for he wished to see their deepest desires, to see how they would be the hero of their own tale. But when he closed his eyes, and tried to teleport to their dreams, he saw nothing. It distressed him too, he knew they were asleep, but he couldn’t see anything.
“Where are you,” he chuckled darkly, a mix of anger but also fear. He should be able to see them, but he saw nothing, nothing except for the moors now engulfed in ink. Devoid of colour and life. 
Soul match bonds cannot break, at least not easily. Either they were no longer of this world — which they were not, Malleus could sense that much — or they were underneath a sleeping spell, a Draconia’s sleeping spell.
It meant that they were on the island. They have been so close this entire time. “Now, wherever could you be hiding,” Malleus sighed, looking into every single person’s dreams, looking for his soul match. Their dream should be tinted violet, singling them out to him. And as Malleus hopped from dream to dream, not once did he find the familiar colour. But they were here… he just couldn’t see them. He couldn’t see their dreams.
That left one option. There was only one person who he couldn’t see the dreams of. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you,” he floated over to your sleeping form, coming to sit next to you with a fond look in his eyes, “my dear Child of Man.” And he started humming that song of his, trying to pry into your mind, trying to get back into your dreams, where he could keep a diligent eye on you. “Looks like we have indeed met once upon a dream… that must be why your eyes are so familiar a gleam.”
“Yeah, this, this is beyond bad,” you muttered to yourself. You were back in the swamp, up to your chest in thick ink. The once pleasant dream was now, effectively, a trap; a giant glue trap if you will. 
A boom of thunder overhead underscored your statement and brilliant flashes of bright purple and green lightning provided the only light for you, everything else was shrouded in darkness caused by the blot. Caused by Malleus. But why, why did he overblot?
“They found a way for me to go back home.” Oh. You're leaving, and add onto that, Lilia coming out from nowhere and saying that he was also leaving because his magic had dried out… That’s why.
“TSUNOTAROU!” You yelled out into the swamp, but all you got as an answer was your own voice causing ripples in the ink. “TSUNOTAROU?!” You tried again. Nothing.
Names hold power, Child of Man, do remember that. You took in a deep breath, steeling yourself for when he manifested himself here. “MALLEUS DRACONIA?!”
A bolt of lightning hit a few metres in front of you, morphing into bright green fire, and then Malleus was standing in front of you, or rather, a part of him. “You called?”  He glided easily over the ink, and looked down at you, assessing you.
“What have you done, Malleus,” you refused to tilt your head upwards, instead looking up with your eyes, head remaining level.
Malleus knelt down in front of you, despite him being vastly stronger and of higher status, he still viewed you as his equal. “I did what needed to be done.” He said it so matter of factly, like it made perfect sense. “Now everyone will be happy.”
“You can’t force people to be happy,” you said back, looking into his eyes, searching for the Malleus you knew, searching for your friend. “That’s not for you to decide, Malleus.” 
Malleus just hummed at your comment, and he tried to change your dream to something more pleasant, but you remained stuck in the ink. Why can I not change it? I should be able to change it. “They deserve to be happy… You deserve to be happy. Do you not?”
I mean, yeah it would be nice, but I would rather it be because of something other than an overblot, but ya know how it is. “Yes, but not like this… Let me help you, Malleus.”
“I do not need help,” he hissed, tilting your chin up. “Let me make you happy.” 
The ink rose, and it was now up to your neck, and you were floating in it. You spared a quick glance down and saw a gentle lilac light shining down from the bottom. This may just be a crazy idea, but it was one worth taking.
You looked back into Malleus’s eyes. “Do you promise?”
Malleus smiled at you, “Of course I do.”
You grabbed him by the arm and pulled the both of you under the surface of the ink, making your eye towards the lilac light.
You crawled out of the ink and found yourself, and Malleus, on the outside walls of a grand castle, roses vining their way up the facade in full bloom. Everything was in a gentle lilac light, and fireflies glowed green despite it being daytime. It was idyllic, it was peaceful, the only thing out of place being the blot that dripped off Malleus. Yet it was contained to him, disappearing into a gentle puff of green sparkles when it hit the ground.
“How,” Malleus whispered, his words now a light green, no longer a harsh neon. “How are we here?”
You didn’t know, all you did was follow the light from the bottom of the inky depths. “Do you know this place?” You had no idea where you were, but you weren’t complaining, since you were no longer up to your neck in blot.
Malleus looked up, and there was the familiar raven gargoyle from his childhood. “This is my home,” he turned to look at you curiously. “How did you bring us here, Child of Man?”
“They didn’t,” a velvety voice said. And coming down the stairs was a woman, who looked like Malleus except older, looking like she was probably in her thirties. “I did, my love.”
She gracefully walked over, and cupped his face, looking over his features. And you could have sworn that you saw her absorb some of the blot. “You have grown into a fine young man. But you have let greed overshadow you.”
Malleus looked like he had seen a ghost, and he was frozen in place. “Mother?” His voice was quiet, barely even coming out. “But how?”
The woman, Malleus’s mother, hummed gently, combing her fingers through her son’s hair, slowly absorbing the blot from him. “You can thank them,” she turned to you and gave you a mischievous smile, “all thanks to your soul match.”
She turned back to her son, her face shifting into a more solemn expression. “My love, let me bestow a gift on you… but you won’t see me again. This is the last thing I can do for you. Let me do this though; for you and everyone you love.”
You can’t force people to be happy. 
Keep everyone you love close to you, guard them, hoard them.
You’re my friend, I’ll always be with you, even if we’re far apart!
You’ll love me at once-
This was wrong, and Malleus choked on his own blot. The greed, the dark parts of the dragon had won. “Please,” he coughed. 
His mother embraced him into a hug, “Spinning wheel of fate, undo this thread of darkness. As Queen of Briar, I shall bestow upon you this gift.” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and all of the blot was gone. “I love you,” she whispered, before her form vanished gently into green and lilac sparkles.
“I’m sorry,” the words floated over to you. Malleus looked tired, exhausted. How much magic had the blot taken from him? He opened his mouth again, but closed it, at a loss for words. “And I understand if… if you want nothing to do with me.”
From your times dealing with overblot, you knew this wasn’t his fault. Overblots are due to trauma, from bottling it all up until someone broke. “Why would I not want anything to do with you? I’m still friends with the others.”
Malleus looked into your eyes, but all he found was honesty… and love, love for a friend. A genuine love. 
You extended your hand, “So come on, Tsunotarou. Let’s move forward together.”
And he took your hand. The path forward was sure to be bumpy, but he knew that you would stick by his side, even after this.
Fin!
Author's Note; And this concludes the Soul Match AU! I know in my poll people voted for a fluffy ending, but uhhh, I was possessed by a vision. I might continue this AU for other characters in the future, but for now this is where I've leave it. Thank you for reading!
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Malleus, attempting to court you: Child of man, I wish to gift you something.
Y/N: Cool. What is it?
Malleus, presents to you a single rock: It is customary among my people to gift a rock to those they wish to court. Do you accept this courting gift?
Y/N, observing the rock: . . .
Y/N: Mm, nah.
Malleus, taken aback: Nah?
Y/N: Nah.
Y/N: Nothing against the rock or anything, but I just don’t vibe with that specific one, ya know?
Malleus: I see...
[Later]
Lilia: I told you it wouldn’t work. Humans have different courting gifts than those of the dragon fae. Try something else like flowers or a poem or-
Malleus: No. They said they did not “vibe” with that rock, so I must find one that they do “vibe” with!
[Later, again]
Y/N: Oh hey Mal, what’cha got there-
Malleus, carrying a bunch of rocks: I have returned with a selection of rocks specifically chosen by me with which you can choose from! Please accept one as a beginning courting gift!
Y/N: . . .
Y/N, picking one of the rocks: This one. I like this one.
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Sebek : You went through all of this, just for some weak little human?
Malleus : Yes. . . And I’d go through it a thousand times more, just to see them smile.
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I'm glad you're back and in a better place!
If it's possible could you do diasomnia boys with a Pokemon trainer reader
(maybe even add in what you think the boys' favorite pokemon would be if you're up to it)
Diasomnia w/ a Pokémon trainer partner
You, my good man, know how to reach my heart
Absolutely
I will enjoy this so much
. . .
Mind you, I scoured the Pokédex just to find the perfect match for them
Also, sorry for being slow! I literally got sick as soon as I opened the box lmao
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When you told Malleus you had a surprise for him, he was so ecstatic that it showed in the clear weather. Whatever surprise his boyfriend had prepared for him, he would be happy with it. But you introducing your Pokémon team to him was something he wasn’t expecting
He’d only heard that you had a team of other-worldly creatures but actually seeing them was something else, so of course he was interested in them
Oh if you let him feed your team he will be over the moon. Please let him give them berries or any Pokémon-safe dish. It could be the smallest one on your team or the biggest grunt you have, he will be happy to feed them
If you ask him to help clean your Pokémon, Malleus will fumble a bit since Pokémon require different types of care but he’d be more than happy to help. Honestly, to him, it’s like you have your own little pet family
Imagine randomly finding a Pokémon egg that wasn’t from your team. It just showed up in Twisted Wonderland. You don’t really have any safe way to store or care for the egg since you’re in a foreign land (no boxes sadge) so you give it to Malleus!
Dragon instincts immediately kick in for him. This Pokémon, whatever it ends up being, will be your “child” no debate. I full heartedly believe that Malleus would be a master of dragon types (or dragon-looking types) so I would either give him a shiny Charizard (Charmander) or a Garchomp (Gibble). I think they look cool with his style/color palette
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Lilia has seen a lot of things throughout his rather long life, but you wanting to introduce him to your Pokémon team was a pleasant surprise and experience for him
He thought they were so cute! From the smallest one to the biggest one, all of them were adorable to him! He really wanted to build a connection with them not only to get closer to them, but to you as well
Do not let this man feed your Pokémon any food that he makes. It’s alright if you give him pre-made stuff that’s safe for them but do not let him feed them unattended! Some of your Pokémon are smart enough to notice, others aren’t!!
Again, parental instincts. It’s like second nature to him when you ask for help in cleaning your Pokémon, like he already knows what they need
So when you suddenly find an egg that didn’t come from your party, you decided to give it to Lilia since you had no way to take care of it.
Lilia getting an egg from you and treating it like a child brings back memories of his past. Pleasant ones. I would give Lilia either a Swoobat (Woobat) or a Noivern (Noibat) solely because they have a bat motif to them
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Silver knew how big the world was solely because of the stories his father loved to tell him when he was young. Never did he once expect a simple surprise from you would be you introducing your Pokémon team to him
He had heard that you used strange creatures to battle but he never thought he’d be able to see these creatures first-hand. He absolutely loves these creatures
Silver loves feeding your Pokémon with you. He thinks it’s an opportunity to bond with your team and relax with you. He’s super careful about feeding them and only gives them what you tell him to give
When it comes to cleaning your Pokémon, Silver is kinda a hit or miss. With some of them, he might be really skilled. Others, not so much. Oh well, at least it’s easy for him to learn new things
Finding a random egg that your team hadn’t created was a shocker to you. You had no way to care for it since Pokémon weren’t a thing in this world so you decided to give it to Silver
He was a bit slack-jawed when you gave him a Pokémon egg. He doesn’t really know what to do or how to care for an egg but he was thankful he had his father to help him learn
It doesn’t matter to him what he gets when the egg hatches. It’s something you gave him and trusted him with. He has every intention of fully caring for it. If I had to give Silver a Pokémon, it’d either Galarian Rapidash (Ponyta) or Gallade (male Ralts) since I think he’d do well with psychic types. Besides, they work well for a knightly character
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Sebek had heard the rumors that you used other-worldly creatures to fight but he never knew whether to believe them or not. So when he allowed you to take him away from his duty and show him your surprise, he was stunned
So the rumors about you having strange creatures was true! But now this opens a whole can of questions for him. How did you get them? How do they fight? Are there different types? Different colors? Be prepared to answer a lot of them
Sebek is helpless when it comes to caring for your Pokémon. He only feeds your Pokémon what you say they should eat. As much as he wants to pamper them, he has to keep his composure and do as you tell him. He wouldn’t want to hurt them or lose your trust
Again, helpless. He wouldn’t be able to clean your Pokémon, especially if they’re the mischievous type or just don’t like baths. As much as he would like to help, he feels he wouldn’t be super good at it. Oh well, at least he’s willing to help and learn
So imagine finding a random egg that is in no way connected to your current team at all. There’s no possible way you’d be able to take care of him because of your lack of boxes so you decided to give it to Sebek
Although he was initially against having his own, it took only a few seconds to convince him because it was a gift from you and it can provide an advantage in fights…it was mainly because it was from you that he agreed to care for it to the best if his ability. Croc boy was the hardest for me actually but I narrowed it down to shiny Chimecho (Chingling) and Krookodile (Sandile). Just look at their entries. Trust me
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