#RE MALLEUS

[evilcokito]

Para el reto (no se si es comisión o simple sugerencia) Malleus con cherry choke (creo que llamaba así) me parece interesante un personaje que normalmente utiliza negro y verde en algo que contraste totalmente

MALLEUS DRACONIA X CHERRY COKE

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[slowd1ving]

THIS CHURCH SURE HAS WONDERFUL ACOUSTICS! ✦ . 　⁺ MALLEUS DRACONIA NSFW

“I just miss my friends, I guess,” you admitted, tracing your fingers on the hem of the shirt as you spoke. “I just want to hold someone I know and let my sorrows melt away.” There was a brief pause as Hornton tilted his head slightly in thought. “Holding someone, will it make you happy?” in which a dragon and a human find comfort in each other warnings: amab!reader but no pronouns, nsfw, hurt/comfort, sacrilegious, explicit sex wc: 5.2k

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Cold night air swirled through the cracked windows of Ramshackle, stifling all hopes you had of a good night’s sleep. You could almost see your breath fogging up in the diabolically cold room; really, were you surprised Crowley hadn’t provided you with adequate insulation? Only Grim’s warmth at the foot of the bed gave you any semblance of heat - alas, it was simply not enough.

My toes are going to freeze off and roll away, you thought mournfully. Shivering, you stared up at the rickety ceiling, as if it would provide any other comfort. Slowly but surely, your thoughts turned away from Crowley’s nasty little shack he gave you to call home, and instead became retrospective.

Homesickness. It wasn’t just that you missed your room back home, and all the little oddities within. Friends. Comfort. You missed the casual touches of friends back home. The bone-crushing hugs you’d give, clinging on for dear life whenever you wanted. Holding hands with friends while hanging out; the skin-to-skin contact reminded you there were others with you.

Why did it have to end?

Sure, you had Ace and Deuce (maybe even Jack?) as your new chums, pals, bosom buddies, etc. It was nice to have friends in this odd place. But you longed for the familiarity that old friends carried; the lack of shared memories and touch with Ace and Deuce made them, quite frankly, mere acquaintances in your eyes.

Hollowness. That was what you felt at that very moment. It was unbearable. There were no tears to be shed, only a deep apathy for your situation. You supposed it wasn’t all that healthy, but it was probably your brain in shock.

What could you really do? Your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip as you shifted out of bed. You weren’t getting any sleepier, so the next best thing was to get some fresh air and maybe even water. Like a plant.

As you ambled downstairs towards the porch, you found your mind wandering to that boy with horns who often appeared by the porch of Ramshackle Dorm, who Grim had nicknamed Hornton. For whatever reason, the boy hadn’t taken offence to the name, though you supposed he did ask you to call him whatever you wished.

At least Grim hadn’t suggested something like Horny McHorn the Horned…

You shook the thought from your mind, mentally gagging. Would Hornton even be here at your porch tonight? A small part of your mind yearned for the comfort of another presence, even if it was someone you had only a handful of encounters with.

Quietly, you unlatched the front door (the poor thing almost keeled over with the slightest nudge) and slipped outside. Only the cold air greeted you; surprisingly, it was warmer out here than in your very bed (maybe it was the ghosts?).

Disappointment wormed its way into your stomach. It was silly. Hornton didn’t have an obligation to be here at all, so why were you feeling this way? You slunk onto the front step and sat down, wrapping your arms around yourself.

At least the cold air was slowly becoming refreshing? Or was this an attempt to gaslight yourself into making the most of this situation?

“Child of man, what has prompted your sadness?” a voice spoke from above, and you almost squeaked in surprise as you looked upwards to see the glowing eyes of Hornton.

“Hornton!” you scrambled to stand up, brushing off the rickety fragments of Ramshackle that no doubt clung to your sleepwear. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“I am here now,” Hornton’s patient voice seemed to have a touch of concern for your slightly dishevelled appearance. “Still, you have not answered my question. Would you like to talk about what ails you so?”

You met his eyes. His brows were drawn low in contemplation. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him, right?

“I just miss my friends, I guess,” you admitted, tracing your fingers on the hem of the shirt as you spoke. “I just want to hold someone I know and let my sorrows melt away.”

There was a brief pause as Hornton tilted his head slightly in thought.

“Holding someone, will it make you happy?”

“Yeah, it just reminds me I’m not alone?” the end of your sentence curled up into a question when you furrowed your brows trying to think of a good answer.

“Then-” Hornton took a step closer to you, gazing at your face. “-may I do the honours?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. You hadn’t thought he’d actually volunteer to hug you, but it was a very pleasant surprise.

“Yes, please,” your voice came out a lot softer than you had hoped. He held out his arms (quite awkwardly, you had to admit). Your arms enveloped his upper torso, and your head fitted right into the crook of his neck.

You could feel his hands, almost fluttering with the amount of care he held within them.

“You can put them anywhere on my back,” you murmured with your eyes closed. A smile wriggled its way onto your face when you felt a light pressure on your scapula and upper spine. In response, you put more pressure into your hug, letting your strength create a comforting weight upon Hornton.

You felt him sharply intake air with the added pressure, before softening into your grasp. Sharp claws brushed over your back as he curled his hands slightly inwards to grip onto the back of your shirt.

He wasn’t cold, exactly, but he was pleasantly cool to the touch. Your body, pressed against his, could feel the rhythmic thump of his heart. Slow and steady. As you slowly breathed in, you could smell on him woodsmoke and what smelled like the wind during rainy autumn days.

Your hands slowly worked their way upwards before they settled higher on his spine, where his hair cascaded over your hands like an obsidian waterfall. You pressed even tighter against him, but not overwhelmingly so - whatever homesickness you had earlier slowly ebbed away.

Slowly, you began to pull away to take a breather. Hornton loosened his grip on your shirt and furrowed his brow at you before speaking.

“That was… nice,” Hornton stated. A rosy hue painted the tips of his pointed ears.

“Can I be selfish and request another hug?” Hornton continued, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at you tentatively.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this,” you smiled back at him encouragingly, breath caught in your throat as he let out a little laugh. Burying the feeling, you pressed back into his body, allowing yourself to collect your thoughts before holding him tighter.

Who the hell allowed him to be so goddamn beautiful? You felt your pulse rise to an allegro. To make matters worse, Hornton wrapped his arms around you in a very similar manner that you employed when hugging. Such close proximity felt as though the two of you were becoming one.

Your heart almost jumped into your throat as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his breath fanning out onto your collarbone. Gleaming onyx horns jutted out past your shoulder; really, every part of Hornton was perfectly polished.

His claws brushed against your back once again as he held you closer. An inkling of understanding trickled through your brain; he was also desperate to be held. Tentatively, one of your hands left its post at his spine and carefully made its way to the nape of his neck. You cradled the back of his neck, running your fingers through the hair on his scalp.

His breathing rapidly quickened against your collarbone, and you felt his pulse sync up to your own, the staccato beats assuring you in continuing your ministrations.

How long had it been since he had been held? From the snippets of conversations that had been about him, you had gathered that he was generally feared by the student populace and distanced from the outside world; it was definitely a possibility that he was touch-deprived, especially if he was someone in a position of high power or responsibility.

In response to your own contemplation, you simply locked your arms around him, making sure the pressure around him wasn’t going to be unpleasant, but rather like a weighted blanket. You felt him relax even more into the hug, and you mentally patted yourself on the back.

“Child of man..” his voice brushed against your throat, and you felt your face heat up. Surely he felt your pulse spike upwards? You stifled your shiver and looked down upon him. Piercing green eyes focused on you as you nervously swallowed.

“Yeah?” Whatever hopes of sounding composed were dashed as your voice almost warbled. At best, it was just shaky.

“Thank you,” Hornton’s voice reverberated with pure sincerity against your sternum. He was going to be the death of you, you thought. You took it as a cue to slowly disentangle your arms from around him as his head slowly raised.

“Can I..” his voice was laced through with hesitation as his eyes searched your face for an answer, even before he finished his question. Heavy heartbeats resounded through your entire body as you waited for him to finish.

“Can I kiss you?” Pause. Blood rushed through your entire organism. You could almost count the number of capillaries extending through your body as you suddenly rushed into a state of transcendent awareness. Goddamn. You couldn’t think straight, especially since he was still holding on to you.

“It’s alright if-” his voice was cut off when your fingers curled around his striped tie (really, why was he still in uniform?!) and pulled him closer. Your other hand gently made its way to his chin to guide him to you.

You heard his breath stutter as your lips brushed over his. Distantly, you were aware of his hands choosing to cradle the back of your head. He really was adorable; you smiled into the kiss ever so slightly as you deepened it, feeling him stiffen marginally.

Hesitation was clearly present in his kiss as you guided him through it. Your pace was languorous to allow him to adjust, especially when you opened your mouth. Sharp fangs brushed over your tongue as he opened his own mouth for you. Good.

Your eyes squinted open slightly in shock when you felt his forked tongue. Holy shit. He clearly felt your surprise, since his grip on the back of your head suddenly became more solid and his movements a lot more confident. Seemed like he had adjusted. Your hand trailed from his tie and settled on his waist, pulling him towards you while simultaneously pressing yourself towards him so he’d step backwards. His back pressed against the sturdy beam of the porch, and you could feel surprise radiating at your boldness.

“Mmph-” you saw his eyes flutter open when he gasped slightly at the impact. Once again, you could feel the corners of your lips tugging upwards into a smile, and he felt it too, since you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You pulled back to take a breather, watching a string of saliva connect the two of you. He was enraptured with it, with his cool lips slightly parted in what could probably be described as awe as he watched the thread bridging the distance.

His eyes flickered back to yours, watching for any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he tilted his head slightly. A question. You leaned in, sealing your answer. But instead of his mouth, you tilted his head sideways and pressed a kiss to his neck, loosening his tie to allow for a canvas for you.

“What-” his question was cut off by an exhale of breath that was suspiciously close to a moan when you lightly bit his pulse point, sucking on it to leave a bruising mark. “Keep- keep going.”

You were going to do just that. A burning trail of marks made their way from right under his ear to his collarbone, accompanied by his slightly strangled breathing. Your knee found its way between his legs, almost subconsciously, but it didn’t pull away as he sank down onto it slightly. Goodness, he really was eager.

Then again, so were you. Your body pressed further into his to hear his irregular breathing. Your mouth continued its feverish ministrations. All to further fluster him. The smugness almost creeped out of your pores with how satisfied you were feeling at that moment.

You could almost feel him slightly moving against your thigh, desperate for any sort of friction. Pulling back, you gazed at him with a shit-eating grin (one that was quickly stifled). His eyes were half-lidded with a sultry gaze, lips glazed over with spit.

“Do you want to continue this?” you asked him seriously. When he nodded, eyes still slightly hazed over, you frowned slightly, leaning in closer.

“Use your words, pretty boy,” you commanded, tilting your head. His eyes met yours, the sharp green gaze slightly softening.

“Please, I want to continue,” he said with a touch of desperation. His eyes flickered between your heavy gaze and your slightly swollen lips. You felt that shit eating grin almost rise again within you at this powerful being reduced to such a state.

“Do you have anywhere we can go?” you inquired, gesturing to the rickety building behind you. No doubt it would probably collapse with any sort of frisky activity.

“Yes, actually,” with that, Hornton pulled you close to him and a cloud of warm fireflies obscured your vision. You couldn’t see much, only his comforting presence pressed against you.

“Call me Malleus,” his voice brushed against your ear as the two of you were carried off to who knows where.You could almost hear his smile as you shivered slightly. “I would like to hear my name out of your mouth when you cry it out.”

You almost felt your jaw drop with his audacity. Strangely, that name was really familiar. Malleus. Malleus? That Malleus? Your brow furrowed, making connections between the rumours of the terrifying Diasomnia housewarden and the boy with horns next to you. Ah. You had just wrapped potentially the most powerful mage in this school around your pinkie finger.

Still, it was bold of him to assume he wouldn’t be the one crying out. The fireflies slowly began to fade out, and you braced yourself for wherever Malleus had taken you.

Hold on.

Was this a cathedral? Your eyes surveyed the abandoned building. Under the watchful eye of the moon, shimmering stained glass patterns cast themselves onto the stone and marble friezes. Some of the roof was missing, leaving dust motes to swim around languidly in the harsh streams of moonlight.

The altar before you was covered in a pristine white cloth, unmarked by blemishes. Beside it was a vase of freshly cut lilies. Who could’ve-

“I come here to think,” Malleus admitted to you sheepishly. He looked around the building with you. “I’ve been trying to tidy it up a bit, but it’s secluded enough that it can wait. The acoustics here are wonderful.”

You weren’t even surprised. Although, sex in an abandoned cathedral was a first.

“How sacrilegious!” your eyes widened with mock-incredulity. You didn’t give a shit, in all actuality. Carnal desire began to pump within your veins. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the altar, smoothing the edge of the cloth against what could only be stone.

“Allow me,” Malleus pressed a chaste kiss to the edge of your mouth before lifting you up onto the cloth. You stared down at him, slightly amused by his boldness. What could he be planning? Your questions were answered as he gestured to your pants inquiringly. Was he going to suck you off?

With deft hands, Malleus undid the ties that held the pants to your hips, before tugging them off and letting them pool on the stone steps beside the vase of lilies. You watched in surprise as he ravenously stared down your boxers.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you crooned, feeling the pressure on your thighs tighten as he gripped them. Your words didn’t seem to register as he swallowed audibly. The piercing thralls of desire suddenly consumed you; wordlessly, you hooked a thumb around the waistband and pulled them down, hissing as the cool night air hit the skin of your dick.

You watched him observe your movements with the gaze of a predator, lustfully looking at your exposed skin. This time it was your turn to swallow audibly as he bent down between your legs and pressed a cool kiss to the soft skin on the inner thighs. His flickering green eyes held your gaze and you felt your face heat up as he smiled.

You leaned back, pressing your palms flat against the altar to attempt to quell your lust. His eyes never left your face as he kissed the base of your dick. You fought the urge to bury your face in your hands when he thumbed the slit, spreading the precum along the head, eliciting a small gasp from you. Malleus’ fangs flashed at you as he opened his mouth to suckle the top of your dick.

“Fuck,” you groaned, shifting onto one palm as the other buried itself in his hair. You could feel a low rumble in his throat at the action, which in turn stimulated you further. He began licking in earnest; you thanked whatever ancestor it was that gave him that heavenly forked tongue. Malleus looked divine like this, with the pale impressions of the stained glass upon his body.

Without warning, he took you in his mouth. The sensation of the cool saliva enveloping your dick was almost enough to make you scream, and you grabbed onto one of his horns without thinking. The action made Malleus stiffen, before a deep groan emerged from his throat.

“Good boy,” you praised him as he took you deeper, thumbing the ridges of his horn. So. They really were sensitive, you duly noted. Your gentle ministrations along the edges of his horn, coupled with your praises, almost gave him heart arrhythmia with how fast his heart was beating. And he knew you could feel his pulse through your thighs, with the way you smiled at him with that look in your eyes.

He quickened his pace with his mouth, wanting to hear more of those gasps and praises from you. You matched his tempo with his horns, grinning as you felt more vibrations of his groans on his dick. Could you make him come from just this? Your second hand raised from the altar to set on his other horn, mirroring your actions. His eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure, and you could feel more saliva than usual.

“Fuck, Malleus,” you groaned when he took you all the way down. His name on your tongue sounded absolutely divine echoing within the cathedral, and his dick throbbed within the confines of his uniform pants.

“I’m going to-” you cried out when he hollowed out his cheeks, feeling so absolutely tight. You saw white as you came in his mouth, and felt him swallow as best as he could. Fuck. He felt unbelievably good.

The taste of you on his tongue caused Malleus’ mind to go haywire as you kept stroking his horns. He felt his own climax fast approaching; desperately, he squeezed his thighs together for any semblance of friction.

“You did so good, Malleus,” your thumb wiped up some of the fluid leaking from the corner of his mouth, driving him over the edge. He released into his pants, feeling the fabric soil.

Malleus let out a strangulated moan as your dick left his mouth, and you blinked. Once. Twice. Surely he hadn’t.. You gazed down at the wet spot slowly spreading across his pants and grinned. Seems your earlier question had been answered.

“Did you come untouched? What a desperate little slut,” you cooed, lifting his face to yours by grabbing his chin with your hand. At your words, for some inexplicable reason, Malleus felt his dick twitch once again.

You pressed your lips to his, tasting the salt on his tongue as he eagerly opened his mouth once again. You left him chasing after you as you hopped off the altar, grabbing his hips to prevent him grinding against you to relieve that need for friction.

“In all due time,” you murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the marks you made on his collarbones earlier. Malleus’ eyes followed your motions as you tugged off his blazer and unbuttoned his pants. You could feel the tension as you ran your fingers across his poised abdomen.

In one swift motion, you tugged down his pants, exposing his skin. Yippee. Your eyes traced his figure, noticing his gaze lingering on your hands.

“Do you want me to continue?” you asked, enunciating every word. His eyes snapped back to yours.

“Please, touch me,” he begged you. Something about his desperation lit a fire within you. Who were you to deny his wish?

“Open,” you gestured to his mouth. With a quizzical look, he complied, allowing you to place two fingers in his mouth.

“Coat them,” you grinned as he obediently sucked on your fingers. Oh, you were going to enjoy ruining him. You took your fingers out of his mouth, turning him around to face the altar using his hips.

“Bend over,” you instructed, guiding his hands with your free hand to rest on the altar. He’d most likely need the support. Malleus complied with your request, upper body tense.

“Relax, I won’t bite,” you deftly pulled down his boxers, hearing him hiss at the frigid air. You traced circles on his ass with your dry hand, before using your spit-covered fingers to tease at his entrance. “Unless you want me to.”

You heard him gasp as your fingers slid into his tight hole. The ring of muscle didn’t offer much resistance as you allowed him to grow accustomed to the feeling. A grin wormed its way onto your face as you saw the sheen of sweat on his brow. You didn’t even know fae could sweat.

Before you could ask him if he was adjusted, you felt his hips try to rock on your fingers. That wouldn’t do.

“Ah-ah,” you tutted, grabbing his hips with your free hand. “Not so fast.”

Your fingers moved agonisingly slowly inside of him, rhythmically pumping in and out so as to not allow him to release too quickly. With an absolutely devilish grin, you located that sweet spot of spongy nerves inside him, pressing it with enough pressure for him to moan uncontrollably until the very rafters of the cathedral echoed the sound back.

You didn’t allow him to climax though, pulling away everytime he was close. The sight of him, panting beneath your careful touches, made you unbelievably horny. His expression was one of desperation when he looked back at you.

“Please, fill me,” Malleus gasped out as he was once again denied release. Who were you to deny that cute face? You slipped your fingers out completely, hearing him whine at the loss. You grabbed his chin and worked at the buttons on his shirt while kissing him feverishly. Once his shirt was open, you loosened his tie completely before pulling away. You swiftly slipped your own shirt off your body, allowing Malleus to drink in the sight of your bare upper body.

“Get up onto the altar,” you breathed into his ear, feeling your self-control on the verge of snapping as he shivered from the warm air. He easily climbed onto the spacious expanse of the stone slab, with you following. Using your hand to press him down until he leaned back onto his back, you grabbed his tie. You deftly pinned his wrists above his head, tying them firmly but not reducing any of his circulation.

“What are you-” Malleus’ question was interrupted by your sweet kiss to the side of his mouth.

“Let me take care of you,” your voice was hushed as you trailed kisses across his chest, using your fingers to play with his nipples. He let out a strangled moan at the new stimulation, driving him closer and closer to the brink. Before he could use it to get off, you pulled away with that teasing smile. Damn you.

Your eyes never left his as you leaned in above him, and all he could do was shut his eyes as he felt your dick rub against his. The friction was unbearably agonising; every time he tried to buck his hips upwards, you’d laugh and push his hips back down, before kissing his chest once again.

With a final kiss, you slipped the tie off his wrists. Malleus was left blinking at this sudden change in attitude, before you entered inside of him and he swore he saw stars. His back arched at the intrusion and you greedily drank in the sight. His unrestrained moans were like a heavenly choir to your ears. He was right, the acoustics were unparalleled here.

Transfixed, you gazed at your dick entering him again and again. The sound of skin on skin, of his moans and of the wet sloshing sounds was growing too much to handle. Your eyes half-closed in the pure bliss you were beginning to approach.

Malleus’ mouth was half-open with pleasure, his mouth leaking drool. His eyes were glassy with pleasure, and you knew his time was fast approaching. Your hands deftly angled his hips so your dick would slam into his prostate dead on. With the first collision, his back arched and hole tightened around you.

White ropes of cum shot from his dick, splattering torso and your abdomen. Malleus let out a string of broken moans as he climaxed, the overstimulation from your constant well-timed thrusts causing tears to leave his eyes.

“Just a few moments longer, Malleus,” you leaned over him, supporting yourself on your forearms. His hole fluttering around your dick was slowly driving you to your climax, and that long awaited heaven was going to arrive very soon.

“Please- please don’t stop,” Malleus sobbed out, his claws scraping down your back. The pain made you hiss, but you were interrupted by the wave of pleasure soon after.

“Do you want me to come inside you?” you groaned out next to his ear. “Do you want me to breed you?”

“Please,” Malleus babbled, calling out your name; your vulgar language made his dick stiffen once again. You could feel him beneath you, and your hazy mind registered this with a great deal of surprise. Maybe fae refractory periods were a lot shorter? Regardless, this was something you could definitely work with.

The obscene sounds below you were doing a number on you. Your mind creeped towards that blissful, all-consuming state.

“Please come in me,” Malleus’ words, coupled with your name being moaned out, drove you over the edge. Your mind hazed over as his insides were splattered white. The sensation of your warm fluids inside him drove him to his own climax, and he bit down onto your shoulder.

The sharp tang of your blood and the salt of your sweat made his dick twitch, before releasing more ropes of cum. His moans were mixed with incoherent babbling and praises, which only added to your blissful state. You were only distantly aware of the throbbing pain in your shoulder, which also quickly gave way to an overwhelming pleasure.

Your hips came to a slow stop. Malleus’ hands grasped the nape of your neck and he pulled you in for a heated, sloppy kiss, still rocking his hips on your overstimulated dick, milking you for all you were worth.

“Fuck, Malleus,” you moaned into his mouth as he greedily kept the friction going. Your mind felt as if it were about to break from the pleasure, though you could last a while longer if he still wanted to keep going. You moved your mouth to his horns, licking a strip at the base using the flat of your tongue while he kept rolling his hips.

The obscene moans he was releasing echoed around the stone ruins. You feverishly worked to absolutely reduce him to a mess as you suckled on one of his horns and used your hand to pump up and down for the other one.

You could feel his back arch and his hips stutter to a halt as he came for the fourth and final time. Hot rivulets of cum streamed from his abdomen and pelvis, and down your legs. He wore an absolutely fucked-out expression, with tears streaming from his eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks. His normally sleek hair stuck to his face, strands coated in sweat. You noticed the dried blood, most likely your own, remaining on his fangs as his mouth was parted.

You were sure your expression was also one of fucked-out bliss. You didn’t want to pull out just yet, so you admired his beautiful face as he slowly opened his eyes.

“You were so good for me,” you murmured, using a finger to trace patterns around his nipples and chest. He gently grasped your wrist with a shaky hand and pressed a little kiss to your inner wrist.

“I’m going to pull out,” you whispered to him, rocking back. The friction caused Malleus to let out another moan, and you wished for nothing more than to hear his sounds forever.

Agonisingly slow. That’s the pace in which you moved your hips outward, so you could observe the cum gush out of him. You could only hear heavy panting and breathy moans leave Malleus as your dick slowly exited.

You looked on in ecstasy as you finally exited him completely and a thick, steady stream of cum left his hole. Malleus whined at the loss of your dick filling him up. Almost involuntarily, your fingers scooped up some of the mingling fluids, his and yours, and held them out to his mouth. You almost moaned with how eagerly he lapped up the juices off your fingers.

You slowly made your way off the altar, wincing at the rush of cold air against your bare skin. Picking up the discarded clothes, you were transfixed by the sight of Malleus gazing at you ever so tenderly.

“You were beautiful,” Malleus reached out for your hand, shivering as you took it. Wordlessly, you kissed each of his fingers, then the back of his hand, with his eyes on you the whole time. You could say the same about him, with his pale skin dappled with the radiance of the stained glass, glossed with the sheen of sweat.

“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” you helped him sit up and slide down the altar, mourning the soiled altar cloth. A flurry of fireflies is all that remained in the ruins of the cathedral, and even then, they slowly winked out of sight.

The bath at Diasomnia was already drawn for the two of you. How Malleus managed it was beyond you, though it was probably his magic. Regardless, it was a relatively straightforward clean-up.

Tomorrow, when he goes to his lessons, he’ll walk with a slight limp. No one will be any the wiser, save those who notice his carefully ironed collar conceals odd bruising marks.

[suntails]

surprise visitor to a gargoyle walk

[chernabogs]

EXECRATE

Inc: Meleanor, Raverne, Mallegg/Egglleus, Lilia mention Warnings: None; just a dad being ready to bat for his wife and kid WC: 1.9k Summary: Execrate: To be denounced; to be declared evil

“Have you seen the latest information?”

The question is posed in an innocuous enough manner that he looks up from the scrolls without a second thought. The guard holds out an avisa, a hand-written documentation of news circling Briar Nation in the past week. Raverne accepts the paper with a frown as he flips it over to read.

For the most part, it consists of propagandistic filth. A litany of lies regarding the ongoing disputes in the mines and in the deforestation of the nation. Claims in human villages that the fae are trying to drive their population out and claims in the fae villages that the humans are doing likewise. These are all issues that have been discussed to the point of exhaustion in the courts with nothing set in stone, meaning there was no release from the family to quell the fears. He skims it more before shaking his head, ready to hand it back to the guard with a gentle explanation that he knows all of this already before the last section of the avisa catches his eye.

Letter to the scribe. An opinion section that grants the literate of Briar Nation an opportunity to express thoughts. Usually these were words from the priests, or fellow scribes, or the political esteem looking to brighten their own reputation among the masses. This one, however, boldly stated in all uppercase across the front: OF THE DRACONIA FAMILY. 

“Oh dear,” he murmurs quietly as he shifts the avisa to see the section more clearly. The first line (History is abound with clear examples of negligent rulers, and it is a pity for Briar Nation to be classified in that section—) causes his eyebrow to raise. The next paragraph, which serves to be a venomous dissection of the family's history, present policies, and apparent future intentions causes both eyebrows to raise. However, it’s when he reaches the section that begins to meticulously document the faults of his wife and his unborn child that he finally crumples the avisa up into a white-knuckled hold. 

Raverne is not a man to become temperamental. Many would argue that, out of the three ‘leaders’ of Briar Nation, he’s the most genial anyone can run into. 

He is not feeling genial right now. 

“Do we know who the scribe for this avisa is?” He asks. His voice is calm in the same way the ocean is moments before a tsunami rips apart a coastal town. The guard scratches beneath their mask and shakes their head. The scribes of the papers work in organizations that individuals can petition to receive from, subbing to the scribe, in a sense. The organization is unlikely to give up any names, even at the request of royal authority.

“We could try and find the author of the opinion piece, but it may take us a while.” The guard offers. It’s a tempting proposition. Raverne can feel the thrum of his pulse in his ears as he unfurls the avisa to read the section again. Execration. It’s an ugly word befitting of the ugly meaning it carries. He knows his wife is a temperamental woman, prone to fits of anger and costing the royal family more than a few medical tabs in the past. She is not evil, however. His wife is a woman who cares deeply for those close to her, cares deeply for her people, and is more than willing to give up her entire existence for the betterment of the nation.

He’s already had to stop her a few times himself from doing so. 

“It would be pointless to waste efforts on that.” He sighs, finally setting the avisa down to look back at the maps scattered around him. He runs his hand over his face and can feel the twinge of a migraine beginning to dig into his temple. With a shake of his head, he dismisses the guards and begins to tidy up the mess before him. They have more important things to concern themselves with then a few choice words. A delegation was to be sent to the human encampment soon, with himself at the lead, and that was the main priority for now. Paper slander could be dealt with by the courtiers. 

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It’s far later than anticipated by the time Raverne finally returns to his chambers. Despite this, he can see the flicker of candlelight from beneath the door, indicating that he isn’t the only one pulling a near all-night event. The faintest of smiles touches his lips as he quietly opens the door to step into the room. 

“I was wondering when you would emerge from your office.” Meleanor’s low voice is tinged with amusement as she remains at her vanity, not looking up from the letter she appears to be furiously writing. Their egg is wrapped in numerous blankets (ten, if he’s counting correctly) by the window, which is slightly ajar to let the summer breeze drift inside. “I was tempted to send a search party.”

“Oh, I hardly think I am worth riling up that pack of dogs.” He chuckles as he closes the door before tossing his overcoat onto the bed. The gesture earns him a sidelong glance from his wife, which he quickly eases with a kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.” 

“You miss me when we are apart for more than five minutes.” 

“Perfectly reasonable, if you ask me.” He counters. Despite her words, she can’t conceal the pleased smile that touches her lips as she signs her name to the letter. He leans against her back, his arms wrapping around her as he reads what she’s addressing. 

A detailed informational piece to be sent back to Blackscale regarding the tensions brewing in the surrounding regions. If she knows about the rumours regarding humans driving out fae and vice versa, then odds are that she, too, has read the recent avisa. The prospect of her reading the foul-mouthed comments regarding her status and that of their child sits unwell in Raverne’s stomach, prompting him to press another kiss to her head before he withdraws to check on their babe. 

Malleus—because that’s what Meleanor insists his name will be—is utterly unchanged from when he saw him this morning. Still the same tiny, black-shelled egg, sitting so patiently and unassuming in its little nest. Despite this, a sense of giddy affection draws a smile to his face as his hand comes to rest on its body. Malleus is warm, as he often is, and for a moment Raverne imagines he can feel his son moving around from within. 

“You seem troubled.” Meleanor’s voice disrupts his thoughts as he looks back at her. She’s shifted in her seat to face him more directly as she folds the letter to set it inside an envelope. The critical look in her eye tells him that brushing his worries aside would be a frivolous action. 

He looks back to Malleus and clears his throat. “A guard brought me the most recent avisa.” 

Before he has a chance to continue, a barking laugh escapes from his wife as she tosses the sealed letter onto the vanity. “Oh, that. By the gods, did you read what they wrote this time? ‘Oh, the fae are trying to drive us to extinction! They are raiding our villages and lands!’ as if we did not gift them those very villages and lands to begin with.” 

“Now, now, my love, those are perfectly reasonable anxieties to have. The tensions in the surrounding areas have been mounting and the discrimination between species has begun to grow out of control. As it stands, there are no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ sides.” 

Raverne tries to keep his tone placating as he points this out. This is one topic that he and Meleanor continue to have their disagreements with. Where he tries continually to see from the human perspective, Meleanor is more focused on the actions occurring against the fae and Briar Nation itself. Neither of them is wrong in their approach and they both know this, which is how they can have these conversations, but it can still create tension. 

“Ah, and the wondrous praise they wrote about my mother, our son, and myself? They even made sure to include you and Lilia as well in the onslaught. They called me evil incarnate, you a passive doormat, and Lilia an unleashed dog.” She presses a hand to her chest with a smile. “Frankly, I liked the Mistress of Evil title the other loudmouth granted me, but I shall concur.” 

He grimaces as he withdraws his hand from Malleus. The opinion piece had titled his son as a failure yet to be hatched, which had also felt like a personal strike to his heart. He doesn’t reply to Meleanor’s words as his mind becomes focused on the consequences the avisa will bring. Its propaganda, plain and simple, and certainly not propaganda that the monarchy put out, which means the interlopers have already bought off a portion of the scribes. 

“Raverne.” Meleanor’s voice murmurs right by his ear, startling him for a moment as he feels her arms come around his waist and her chin rest on his shoulder. His body relaxes beneath the familiarity of her touch, her scent, her presence. His hand comes up to rest on her arm as his thumb caresses her wrist. “Erase these troubled thoughts from your mind. The courtiers are already on the case in frenzy. Any insult to our family is a direct hit to their pride and status; it will not take long for them to weed out who did this.”

“I still do not like reading about my wife and my son being slandered in public media. The representations of you are completely inaccurate. Heartless, cruel. Although you may be strong-willed at times, I of all people know you have good intentions, and you are kind, and so worthy of adoration, and yet…” He purses his lips in frustration. Meleanor laughs at his obvious dissatisfaction as she presses a kiss to his cheek. 

“My dearest knight, off to defend my honour? I am quite capable of doing so myself, although I do admit it warms my heart to see you get so riled on my behalf.” He turns his head to allow a brief kiss before she withdraws to return to the vanity. “Truly, though. I am not bothered, mother is certainly not bothered, and Lilia was nearly pissing himself laughing while reading it all. And Malleus… well. All he knows is what his beloved parents say in his presence, so this is certainly not a topic to be having, no?” 

She gives him a look that he’s come to know quite well—a drop it look. He remains tight lipped for a moment longer before his shoulders slump and he gives a slow exhale of resignation. 

“Fine. You are correct in your belief that the courtiers will certainly clean up the mess. As you said, any insult to their pride is enough to drive them to action for once.” He raises a hand to touch the eggshell once more as he smiles lightly. “Look what you have to look forward to, my love.” 

Malleus, as usual, offers no response, though the comment does draw an amused hum from his wife. “If Malleus is anything like me, he will be able to handle it just fine.” 

He glances at Meleanor with a wince. “Pity to our courtiers, then.”

She smiles with a touch of menace. “Pity, indeed.”   

[riddlerosehearts]

okay, i know this is a lot of screenshots but i really wanted to include them all in this post to convey just how much meleanor loved malleus and how incredibly distraught i am about it. when she's introduced, she's singing a lullaby to his egg about how she wants him to always stay with her and feel happy and safe, the kind of lullaby any good mother would sing to her baby. and then she starts raging hard and throwing thunderbolts everywhere because she and her egg are in danger, and lilia and baul, trusted members of her guard, are late in arriving to help. she's angry and frustrated and worried for her child, but she quickly softens for him, tries to sing him to sleep, comforts him when she thinks her thunderous anger might have bothered him, speaks of her belief that he'll become a bright, shining star for their people. she accepts the duel against the knight of dawn because she feels that as a mother, she must protect her child at all costs and joining the fight is the best way to do that. she has the confidence to believe that she'll win and come back home to her baby, but the wisdom to come up with a plan in case she doesn't. and honestly, it's kind of a crazy plan, to give an egg that needs genuine parental love to hatch to an orphan who believes himself to be incapable of love, but meleanor has so much trust in lilia and believes she knows him better than that, knows that he can love this child enough to nurture the egg into hatching. and of course, we know she was right. we know that although her participation in the duel may have been a mistake, she did it out of love for malleus and it's still thanks to her plan that lilia could grow to love him as well and hatch his egg.

but malleus will never know all of this, not really. sure, other people like lilia and baul and maleficia must have told him about his mother, about her incredibly fiery temper and her love for him that burned just as strongly, but there's a difference between being told that your mother loved you and actually getting to feel that love. meleanor died when he was still in his egg. he can't possibly remember what the smile on her face would've looked like each time she gazed down at him and held him as she sang him to sleep, or remember that the last time she would ever see him she entrusted him to lilia so he would be safe no matter what. he can't even remember the words to her song, only the melody, and he doesn't remember it came from her. in another translation i read he wondered if he heard it from one of his nannies. fae live such long lives, and he will live the entirety of his without ever knowing his mother who wanted nothing more than to be able to watch him grow up. i wonder how she would feel, seeing him hum her song to the knight of dawn's child--the son of the very man who killed her--to lull him to sleep and then humming it again later for the dark purpose of putting an entire island of people to sleep so he won't have to lose them. but of course, if she were alive for us to know how she feels, then all of this would've been a very different story to begin with.

[dark-pink-fantasy]

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[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia Chapter spoilers (ish)

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okay so some of my theory posts I wrote a year ago for Book 6/predictions for 7 have been getting notes again (I assume it's the ENG players, hi!) and I just gotta say, I kinda went off with this one because:

-me, one day in March 2022 🌻

[juniperhillpatient]

there are things I want to post & make note of on my supernatural rewatches that are valuable & insightful but you guys don’t want to see it 😔😔

[hirudou]

❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the forehead ( from malleus to wuya ) 😔🎻

        wuya  was  still  having  a  hard  time  believing  any  of  this  was  real.  not  so  long  ago,  wuya  had  been  content  with  simply  pining  away  for  the  rest  of  his  life.  just  happy  to  be  allowed  there,  to  be  considered  important.  to  have  a  flock  where  he  had  previously  had  none.  sure,  he  wanted  this-  really  he  did.  but  that's  just  it,  these  were  dreams.  ideas  he  used  to  occupy  the  extra  time  he  had  in  his  day.  malleus  had  been  a  wonder  since  the  day  they  met.  since  wuya  was  still  a  fledgling,  admiring  every  little  thing  he  did.  could  he  really  be  blamed  for  how  he  felt?  

so  wuya  is  reasonably  startled  by  it.  the  feel  of  lips  against  his  forehead,  hands  cradling  his  face.  there  is  a  twitch  of  his  wings,  a  barely  audible  intake  of  breath.  ---  and  before  he  can  even  think  to  stop  himself,  he  is  reaching  for  the  other's  arms.  nimble  fingers  curling  around  his  wrists,  to  encourage  him  to  keep  them  there.  to  stay  close,  just  like  this.  allowing  himself  to  relax,  eyes  drifting  shut,  to  revel  in  what  he's  been  given.

loud & deafening / accepting

[evilcokito]

Ortho telling Malleus "you probably wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you".

WWWWWWOOOO DESTROY HIM ORTHOOOO.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

*Plays Diva by Beyonce*

DIVA

[mostroloungeofficial]

Hi res. Nightmare suit Sebek, Leona, Jamil

Jade, Trey, Riddle, Malleus base art

[suntails]

B&W

[lustlovehart]

Reversed

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo x Reader

Reverse Monster!Twst where instead of you being the hunter who hunts down those vermin, it’s them hunting you down, the most notorious beast famed for taking down whole citities with just a look (though, this is just rumors as no evidence with solid proof has proven this a fact).

They’re so sure they can do it, maybe with a great effort, but they have no doubt they’ll at least give you a challenge.

But then, they finally meet you and their former view completely shifts.

Riddle, is at an impasse. He’s conflicted with himself, on one hand he’s appraised as the sternest Monster Hunter there is, even following rules that make his job harder than need be. But, when he looks at you, his want for law following skews itself. Even as he brings his blade down to behead you, a split second hesitation gives way for you to escape his clutches.

When he finally clears his mind, he strives to hunt you down, you’ll just repay all the grievances you caused through punishment—! Who’s he kidding, he can’t lie…

He’s doing this not because the rules say so, but because he wants to. Whether through blood or air, he will see you again.

Leona… Thinks it’s inconvenient. He sets out on the mission with the “just another annoyance” mindset, ready to swiftly claw you down a step so he can go back to napping around the city. When the time comes, he’s a bit annoyed he can’t do it. He’s not sure what it is, maybe the way you look at him when you’re on the ground, whether pitiful or snarling. This was meant to be a simple job, kill and then swiftly take his leave, now he’s considering whether he should throw you over his shoulder or tie you up and drag you home.

The decision is finally made when you’re gone from his hold. He groans at himself for something so amateur, but realizes, he hasn’t taken a mission seriously for a while. Maybe it’s finally time for him to catch a worthy meal.

Crowley won’t know though, this prey, is for him and him only.

Azul views it as a simple means to gain popularity. Killing the most wanted beast available would surely boost him up the chart, he could even replace Crowley as NRF’s head. The moment he can finally do what he has been waiting years to do… he'd very much rather bunch you up in his arms and start an entirely different business branch.

When you’re down, the way you sneer at him and tell about his pathetically cowardice plan somehow reminds him of himself. He’s reminded of how weak he started before growing in power.

When you back away from his reach, only further growling at the human before you, he bunches your clawed hands in his placing a chaste kiss on your thick skin. He already knew what would happen as the moment he looked back up, the beast he gave such a vulnerable act to, was gone.

He tuts at himself, but quickly re-plans, he’ll just have to find a more efficient way of holding you down.

Kalim, is happy! He’s a soft hunter, he essentially hunts them down by giving them a stern talking about the goodness of the world, even giving them a good start in life! They get away believing they’ve achieved freedom only to be murdered in cold blood by Jamil, who was stalling in the formers shadow.

When they finally meet you, this dynamic changes. Kalims practically overcome by joy at the sight of you, caging your hand in his as he excitedly rants to you about the future you’ll have with him! … With him? It seems… Kalim doesn’t believe in free beginnings in your case, when he accidentally releases you back into the world, he’s determined, for the first time, to truly hunt down a monster and trap them.

Little does he know, the real snake, is ready to sink his fangs into you, not willing to share a single piece of his reward

Vil unfortunately believes, you’re the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. Like everyone else, he went into the assignment with the belief he’ll be taking down an insidious ugly monster. It’s dark when he finally brings his weapon down on you, only narrowly missing when the light perfectly hits your face and accentuates your features to him.

Why are you beautiful?

He stops dead in his tracks, only further freezing up when you slowly resume your full height, you face inching closer to his as your eyes examine him, the moment he blinks is when you’re gone. Perhaps he should’ve let his eyes run dry if it meant you stayed here longer.

When he lays in bed, it feels like every time he closes his eyes you’re in the shadows, watching him. He doesn’t feel fear at this thought, if anything, he jumps up ready to take you away.

Ever since, he can’t seem to stop thinking about the beast so fair, he must know… why it is he finds you so beautiful.

Perhaps, he’ll just need to study such a beauty up close and personal.

Idia wants to hole himself away, but at the same time needs to see every part of you. He’s practically hidden behind the sword he has pointed at you, the iron trembling as you watch him emerge from his sleeve. He’s been obsessed with this moment for so long, to finally become the hero of the world after slaying the beast that torments innocent citizens!

But… is he sure he even wants to do that anymore..? He can feel the plotline change when he considers drifting apart from the cliche.

What if he like… falls in love with the evil monster instead..? Why’s he lying that’s exactly what’s happening…! After fixating on such a key moment, it’s like all his attention was on you as a living being, rather than the mission anymore…!

He has numerous pins and photos of you attached to his wall, each displaying your victims, towns you’ve raided, and even just photos of you standing there.

This might be the only thing he won’t shy away from in fear. Like the rest of them, Idia is just as determined to achieve the goal of catching you, maybe even more so with how much he needs to prove to people.

Malleus, finds you a curiosity. To think, despite his nature, you’ve caught the attention of one of the most renowned hunters. Even when his bare hands pin you to the ground below him, his body being used as a weight to trap you between him and the grass, he can’t help but wish to lean even closer.

He essentially, feels the urge to consume every piece of knowledge there is to know about you, he wants to know, every piece of data books have failed to recollect on you.

He has never felt such a strong desire like this, he’s smart in all fields, even powerful enough to do jobs weaponless, yet you’re the only thing he seems to consistently want to swallow.

When your form fades away, his hands grip onto the space you once occupied, desperately trying to cling to the vespers of you. He must better himself, on his need for you.

Rollo thinks you’re horrifically heinous. How… How dare you impede his mind with your impure presence. Out of everyone, even Riddle, his strive to put a stake through your heart is heavier than ever, why must such prudences exist in this land? If they hadn’t, living would be peacful.

Which is the exist opposite of his life right now. At every turn of a city corner has gone to such a delusion he imagines random people in the street to be you. His current turmoil is between existential longing and pure hatred.

You... You of the most immoral species possible, why is it you his heart has decided to beat faster and faster with every passing moment? You must’ve cursed him, yes that’s it... He must purify the filth you’ve instilled in him.

By taking you as the cure.

A/n: Rollo Flamme, from doting househusband coworker who toes the line of regular best friend and boyfriend, to loathing mortal enemy who hunts you down to pay for the fact you’re in his mind 24/7 because he simply can’t accept that he’s fallen deep in love with the pretty monster in the shadows.

May I offer up, Monster Hunter meeting with all of the factions telling their reports of their mission, collectively saying their lies in unison, that they killed you. Now they’re all giving each other the stink eye cuz “no tf you didn’t???”, meanwhile you’re in their weapons closet trying desperately to not get caught with the lowrank hunter you were feeding on. You could easily take five of them down, but twenty three highly trained hunters? You’d practically be dead—

Your hopes go unanswered as shadows loom of you with the most horrifying expressions on their face. (Little do you know it’s not because of you but because they’re a little jealous some random got to have you bite them).

Thank you for my presentation that had randomly struck me doing a road trip, on the bright side, Heartslaybul is half way finished??? Kinda??

[lonelycornergremlin]

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ow.

wow.

thanks for the happiness juice ig

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heyy

wowie love ur wrrirrjfnfg girlie love the work and love u’s put into this love you

so smexy so. Chewabel so stretchy and swiggley wiggely wowie

everytunf is so unapolgetically like, sweet? kind? soft?? wowowowwokw,s.

you are yes amazing ily everything is so squicky and just

god. love how u had characters like

do character and yea.

like. okay. i dont see much Jack content ngl so yeah but.

wowo oko. yes. mhm. agreeing noises so wow ok

he’s so soft and you did him justice ily ty for existing ty for gracing me w ur writiting ily queen/king/monarch so smexy so hot beauty ily yeas. i did not get enough sleep but ty so much.

ur so chewabel and ur writitjfng is so wowed

Making TWST Boys a Pink sweater

Characters- Cater Diamond, Jamil Viper, Jack Howl, Malleus Draconia

Gn! Reader

TWs: None :)

Written by: Bearam <3

Edited by: Evershade :)

Hello everyone! So sorry it took so long for us to post again. We had finals and other school things that took priority but I am pleased to say that we will (hopefully) be able to post more :) Hope you enjoy this one <3

Cater

Cater was extremely happy that you made him a sweater and decided to wear it around campus the very next day. Trey teased him endlessly over the choice of color, the sweater being a cute pastel pink. However, your boyfriend was quick to come up with a rebuttal, insisting that, “You’re just jealous I have a lover and you don’t.” Plus, he looked great. Just then, Cater saw you in the halls. “I’ll be right back” he whispered to Trey, sneakily pointing toward you. Leaving Trey, Cater snuck up from behind, and pounced onto you. “Hey beautiful! Whatcha doing~?” You quickly spun around to see him when you noticed the sweater. “Hey! It fits!” You announced, admittedly surprised. “Mhm! Like a glove” he answered, patting your head.

You examined your work. “Oh, look. I messed up here…” You pointed to a portion of the sweater on the sleeve. You offered to fix it, but Cater refused instantly. Holding your face close to his, to the point where your noses were touching, he looked straight into your eyes. “It’s perfect just the way it is,” he grinned, and kissed your nose, forehead and cheeks persistently. You laughed, struggling to get away from the attacks of affection. Fortunately, you were saved when Trey came up behind Cater, clearing his throat and pointing toward their class at the end of the hall, signaling that it was probably best for them to get going. Cater frowned, but let you go. “I’ll see you later!” he called out. You watched as both Trey and Cater waved goodbye as they headed to class.

Jamil

Jamil knew that you were plotting something beforehand, but was still surprised when you had handed him the sweater sheepishly. He hadn’t planned on wearing it around, but found himself doing so the very next day. Although Pink wasn’t exactly your boyfriend’s first choice, it was admittedly comfortable. Kalim swore that he looked cute, but Jamil couldn’t tell if he was teasing him or not. That’s when he saw you in the halls. Telling Kalim to go without him, he snuck up on you from behind, eventually teasing you with a soft “boo” right by your ear. Of course, you were startled, but you chuckled when you saw the fuzzy pink sleeves hugging your waist. Chuckling, you turned to see his face.“Glad to see you like it” you simply stated. He stared blankly into your eyes, as if he was at a loss for words, until finally explaining, “Well of course I like it, it's quite comfortable.” He smiled slightly.

But eventually, Jamil worked to cover his face in the rook of your neck. Confused by this reaction, you questioned, “If you don’t like the color, I can make you a Red one if that would make you more comfortable.” He shook his head in disagreement. “It’s not that, It’s what I’m about to do” he mumbled. He kissed your neck then your hands; afterwards, he refused to look at your face. Although in a private space he could do such things with confidence, he was rather hesitant when it came to PDA. so this event had you thoroughly startled from the very beginning. “Thank you for making it. It really does mean a lot,” he murmured softly.

Suddenly, the bell rang and Jamil saw Kalim at the very end of the hall, concerned Jamil wouldn’t make it to class on time. Jamil sighed and before striding over to class, he whispered into your ear once more, “I’ll see you later darling.” You stood in wonder for several seconds until you finally snapped out of it, joyfully skipping away to class.

Jack

Pink was, needless to say, the last color you would expect to find Jack in. Both Leona and Ruggie were confused when they saw him wearing it, but decided it was better to leave it be. But, they did have to agree that the new look suited him.

The sweater you made fit him perfectly. You made it as a joke, but you had no heart to say you had a separate sweater in a mustard color when he showed off the sweater to you in the halls the next day, wagging his tail. “I am so lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend,” you said softly. This only got him going more. “You really think so?” He stated joyfully. “Of course sweetheart!” you laughed. “I’m glad you like it!”

Delighted by your flattery, Jack scooped you up into his arms, allowing you to gain access to his ears. You rubbed them with your fingers, not because he liked it, but more so because you did. “You know, I have a lot of this mustardy yarn so I’ll make another sweater for you when I have the time.” He kissed your chin. “That sounds perfect! Except,” he paused, “You should make one for yourself too so that we can match!” This brought a slight smile to your face. “I can definitely make that happen.”

In the following weeks, you knit yourself a sweater in the nice yellow color, smiling at the thought of the two of you in matching yellow sweaters.

Malleus

A giant boyfriend calls for a giant sweater, and well, the most yarn you had of a single color was pink so, that is what he got. Malleus smiled from ear to ear when you handed him the sweater. You had expected to see him wear it around when the two of you were alone, so you were understandably surprised to see him wearing it the very next day. Although everyone thought it was strange, no one dared to confront him about it.

“There’s the love of my life” Malleus teased as he scooped you up into his arms, spinning. You giggled, seeing your intimidating boyfriend in such a cute color. You lifted your arms to play with his horns and remarked, “You look cute today”. He looked at you like a puppy that had just been given a treat. “Why thank you,” he smiled.

From the higher position that was Malleus’s arms, you noticed the giant tear on the shoulder portion of the sweater. “Tight fit?” You questioned, pointing to the tear. “Ah well,” Malleus paused, “It fits fine, it's just my horns got caught.” You examined the tear carefully. “I should be able to fix it just fine.” Malleus smiled warmly and again spun around with you in his arm, and nuzzled your nose with his. “Thank goodness,let’s go do that now!” Startled, you try desperately to get away. “Malleus, I have to go to class!” He laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll explain to the headmaster personally.” You sighed. There was no getting away from this one.