#king malleus

[liviavanrouge]

My baby

Livia: *Sits silently, her eyes closed, her wing covering something*

Sebek: Princess-

Livia: Silence.

Livia: *Perks up, a glow coming from under her wing*

Sebek: A-AH! PRINCESS! ITS-

Livia: Go get Malleus!

Sebek: *Turns and runs off*

---

Malleus: *Hurries down the hallway, Sebek behind him*

Malleus: *Throws the room door open* Beastie!

Livia: *Sits in her knees trembling*

Sebek: Livia?

Livia: *Looks over, a small dragon in her arms, tears falling down her cheeks* M-Mal Mal...

Malleus: Beastie...

Livia: *Hugs the small dragon, her hair curtaining her face* I've stayed in this room since Aura passed and asked me to take care of everything....

Sebek: *Kneels down beside Livia, placing a hand on her back*

Livia: *Smiles, the baby dragon staring up at her* Adia....Adia Draconia..

Malleus: *Walks over, placing a hand on Livia's shoulder*

Livia: *Wails, hugging Adia, her hair turning a faint shade of blue* AURA! SHE'S HERE!

Aura(Spirit): *Sits on her knees in front of Livia, smiling tearfully*

Livia: *Cradles Adia, trembling* My baby...my new baby..your my baby say it to..me...

Adia: *Yawns and falls asleep, cuddling close to Livia*

Livia: Nobody...will touch Aura's daughter....not on my watch...

@anxious-twisted-vampire

[fisheem4mmal]

I like the design.. on the chest area...(/ω＼)

[suntails]

strength and nobility

[ryllen]

oh he's summoned x

[harunayuuka2060]

Yandere Malleus and Malleus: *fighting like monsters* *refusing to give each other an upper hand*

Grim: Mryah! They will end up destroying this place!

King Leona: *holding Grim to safety* You should stay here, cat.

Grim: I told you! I am not a cat!

Dragon fae MC: My, my. What is this commotion? *appears next to King Leona*

King Leona: They're fighting over your counterpart, dear. *kisses them on the cheek*

Dragon fae MC: Is that so?

Sebek: WHY DON'T THEY STOP THEM?!!

The housewardens: ...

Idia: Ortho, what are the chances that Malleus will win?

Ortho: ...

Ortho: 45%, brother. And it's decreasing every minute.

Ace: Are you saying that crazy Malleus is stronger than Malleus-senpai?!

Idia: It could be possible. At this rate, we have to bail them out before things get worse.

Sebek: THAT IS AN OPTION ALL ALONG?!!

Idia: Wh-What? I only said that it would be better for Malleus to save the Prefect because he's the most OP among us.

Riddle: If it has been a choice, what are we still waiting for?

Kalim: Yes! We should go now!

Azul: Wait a moment. We need a plan.

Idia: Yes. You also need the consider the portal.

Idia: You don't want to be stuck in the world, do you?

Sebek: As Waka-sama's loyal retainer, I should always be wherever he is!

Lilia: Sebek, wait.

Sebek: W-What is it, Lilia-sama?

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Rook!

Saint Rook: *who stood in the middle of them, stopping their fight*

Saint Rook: Gentlemen, I think it isn't right to hurt one another.

Saint Rook: *smiles* Especially when your future spouse is worried sick waiting inside a cage.

Malleus: The child of man?

Yandere Malleus: ...

Yandere Malleus: I didn't think of that. You are right, Hunt.

Dragon fae MC: Hm. How disappointing. I was ready to see some blood.

King Leona: Now, now. You don't have to be disappointed about this.

Grim: D-Does that mean my hench-human can go home with us?

King Leona: Ah. That saint will decide.

Dragon fae MC: Yes. Dear, it's time for us to leave.

King Leona: I thought we would be staying until the wedding ends. Guess not.

*both of them disappear*

Grim: Mryah?

Saint Rook: Now, how should we decide about this? Hm? Hm?

Saint Rook: You two would be lovely grooms!

Malleus: G-Groom?

Yandere Malleus: Hunt, what are you trying to suggest?

Saint Rook: *smiles* I think you already know.

*Meanwhile*

MC: That Rook-

MC: HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO LET ME OUT OF HERE!

FD Vil: Patience. I'm still here.

MC: ...

MC: But you're not helping me to leave this cage.

FD Vil: Rook asked me to keep you company. Not to help you escape.

MC: *sad frowns*

MC: I'm hungry.

FD Vil: ...

FD Vil: I'll whip something up for you. Wait here.

MC: You're coming back, right?

FD Vil: Yes, yes.

MC: *whines* Vil...

FD Vil: Yes, I'm coming back with food.

[luyo-mi]

the royals 👑

[ventique18]

Minor detail that made me sad during Book 7 Chapter 6:

When, 10 years after the war, Baul mentioned "Kingdom of Thorns", he corrected himself and said "Valley of Thorns" instead. So much of their lands have been stolen away from them that they don't even officially qualify as a kingdom anymore.

Even so, their citizens still hold on to their pride and never forget what is rightfully theirs.

Although if the illness in the royal court keeps going, at this rate it isn't impossible that they too would fall and fade into obscurity as a mere fairytale.

[justanotherfanfolks]

Detective Time! Book 2 keeping the ball rolling with mystery, lore, Grilled Cheeseburglers, and wild Malleus appearances.

[rayroseu]

WHO WANTS TO SHOOT DOWN A KING

[devvelle]

Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things. 

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?" 

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t. 

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well. 

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?” 

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to. 

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!” 

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary. 

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?” 

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

[jangmi-latte]

he's so princely he's stuck with that medieval painting pose since the renaissance era

[liviavanrouge]

Savior

Killer: *Stares at the whip in the man's hands, his eyes empty devoid of emotion*

Owen: WALK MONGREL!

Killer: *Steps forward, staring at his dirtied feet*

???: What's going on here...

Owen: *Turns, his eyes wide, Killer walking into his cage and closing the door*

Malleus: *Stares Owen down, an expression filled with murderous fury on his face* You're enslaving humans and forcing them to fight each other to the death?!

Owen: Your majesty!

Livia: Mal Mal! I want something from him before you imprison him!

Malleus: What is it....

Livia: *Smiles and points to Killer* I want him!

Owen: NO WAY! HE'S A BARBARIAN! THE BIGGEST ONE OF THESE MORTALS!

Livia: Mal Mal, can I have this one...

Malleus: Humans aren't pets Livia..

Livia: *Smiles, her expression softening as she looks at Killer* I know....

Malleus: *Perks up and smiles slightly* But very well....you may have him

Livia: *Walks over to Killers cage, and opens the door, holding her hand out to him* Come on....you're safe now...

Killer: *Stares, his eyes widening in surprise, before getting to his feet, taking her hand*

Livia: *Beams, taking him back to the palace* ISABELLA~~~

Isabella: Yes your majes- OH MY GOODNESS

Killer: *Stares at Isabella, before looking around*

Livia: *Beams, pushing Killer inside* BATH TIME!

Killer: *Stares, finding himself in a tub thirty minutes later, getting washed up and his hair cut a bit*

Livia: And from now on...your name is Dusk..

Dusk: *Stares at Livia, his eyes wide in surprise*

Livia: *Beams, her eyes sparkling* You're safe here Dusk...you always will be...

Dusk: *Looks down, a small smile on his face, Livia placing a hand on his wet hair* Thank you....my Savior....

[rui-drawsbox]

Hello yes im a malleyuu angst enjoyer :)

sometimes you just don't want to have a partner that will outlive you for more than a few centuries

[suntails]

governance

[nem0-nee]

”ジャマママ　マ!!” ★ ”YOU ARE KING.”

Envy Baby X KING || Nemo + Malleus

The Nameless Court Jester serving the Ruler of the Abyss! What will they do? 🫨

[harunayuuka2060]

Grim: Whoa... This place is huge!

Malleus: Grim, we are in an enemy's territory. You should be vigilant.

Grim: Oh. Right.

Malleus: ...

Grim: ...

Grim: We should've kept those guides around.

Malleus: They won't be of any help. In fact, Trappola was getting suspicious that I wasn't the Malleus of this world.

Grim: I didn't notice that.

Malleus: You should be observant like the child of man, Grim.

Grim: Yeah, yeah. Hmph.

"Who are you and what are you doing in this place?"

Grim and Malleus: !!!

King Leona: *approaches them*

King Leona: Do you have an invitation?

Ace: Oh! Leona shows up!

Leona: ...

Rook: Roi des Lions... Oh, what a handsome man!

Idia: Great. Rook is being totally gay right now.

Vil: I hate to agree with Rook, but the Leona of this world seems more... majestic and elegant.

Leona: And what do you mean by that?

Epel: Wait. The Prefect- I mean, the Prefect's counterpart, that dragon fae is married to Leona, right?

Epel: Does that mean they're also with him?

Lilia: I don't think so.

Epel: Eh?

Lilia: That dragon fae doesn't seem to be fond of this Malleus and they regard him as an enemy. However, it might be different with this Leona.

Leona: Are you saying that he's friends with him, huh? *annoyed*

Azul: We have seen the Adeuce as a couple.

Ace: Ade- what?

Cater: A name for a love team, my freshies.

Ace and Deuce: ...

Vil: Anyway, we should see how this would go.

King Leona: I will repeat. Do you have an invitation?

Malleus and Grim: ...

Malleus: I don't need an invitation.

Malleus: I am the owner of this place, Kingscholar.

King Leona: No. You are from a different world.

King Leona: You are definitely not the Malleus Draconia I know.

Malleus: How could you say that?

King Leona: *smiles* I'm the husband of the dragon fae he almost killed.

King Leona: Wouldn't it be natural for you to attack me if you were really Malleus?

King Leona: And also, that cat on your shoulder is a huge giveaway.

Grim: Mryah! I'm not a cat!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Kingscholar, I am here to take the child of man back to Twisted Wonderland.

King Leona: Hmm... Why? You two are not in a relationship.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: So what? *controlling his temper*

King Leona: This is going to be a huge problem for my beloved if you take their counterpart back.

King Leona: I should stop you.

Malleus: !!!

Grim: We're ready to fight you!

Yandere Malleus: Kingscholar.

King Leona: Ah. There you are.

Grim: Wh-What is this...

Grim: Eeek! He's much scarier!

Yandere Malleus: *looking at Malleus*

Yandere Malleus: Welcome. *smirks*

*A few hours before Malleus and Grim have arrived*

MC: ...

MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Yandere Malleus: *has put them in a cage... again*

Yandere Malleus: I promise I'll be back. *caressing their cheek*

MC: What has gotten to you this time?!

Yandere Malleus: *smiles*

Yandere Malleus: Overpossessiveness has taken over me.

Yandere Malleus: I'm sure you wouldn't mind.

MC: I WOULD MIND! THE HECK!

Yandere Malleus: *chuckles*

Yandere Malleus: *looks at them seductively* Be a good human for me and wait here.

MC: ...

MC: *almost replied "Yes, sir"*