#Twisted wonderland malleus

[breadcheese444]

1700 days

ⓒ encodory

[seumyo]

malleus likes your lipstick very much.

NOTE. Fem!Reader a teensy bitsy suggestive <33

Malleus was not a fae easily enchanted by the mundane. But for some bizarre reason, he liked your lip products very much. More so than he’d like to admit.

It was ridiculous; he knew that. A thing so small, so utterly insignificant by the standards of the world he ruled. Lipstick, lip gloss, lip oil—there was a lot he still had to learn about your cosmetics, but he’s doing his best. Such trivial cosmetics. Meant to stain lips, leaving fleeting color and fleeting impressions. But on you? On you? It became something else entirely. It became a brand—a seal of ownership you didn’t even realize you were placing upon him.

And Malleus… Malleus was addicted.

And for all he knew, this encounter had been sudden, unscheduled. He’d come across you in the palace garden at dusk, fireflies beginning to float in slow arcs between the hydrangeas and tall ornamental grasses. You sat on the stone bench under the arching willow tree, humming to yourself, completely unaware of how the fading sunlight gilded you like a painting brought to life.

You were absolutely divine.

He wanted to devour you, lovingly, of course.

And when you turned at his approach, he saw it. That shine. That familiar glimmer on your lips, slick and soft and just a little bit too inviting.

“You’re late,” you teased, rising to your feet. “I waited a whole five minutes.”

“An eternity,” he replied smoothly, though his throat felt tight. “Pardon me for my tardiness, beloved. Allow me to make it up to you.”

You raised a brow, quite curious as to where this was leading. You’ve always known Malleus as someone with a taste for the peculiar. “With a gift? Chocolate? An ancient relic? Perhaps your eternal devotion?”

He took your hands, drawing you close. And Malleus thinks that this is nice, having someone close without them cowering under his mere presence. So this is what it feels like—to love someone so dearly.

“Something sweeter.”

And then he kissed you. No hesitation this time, not like the first kiss you two shared, where you had taken the lead. No gentle testing of the waters. He kissed you with the full weight of all the nights he’d dreamed of your mouth and all the mornings he’d woken wanting it. Your lips were warm and pliant beneath his, tasting delightfully sweet with the kind of joy he hadn’t known existed before you.

You gasped softly against him, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head, feeling the way your hands fisted gently in the front of his coat. And Malleus was right, as always; you tasted divine—the kind that he’ll never grow tired of. If this is how the normal mortals share their passion for one another, then he’ll gladly do it over and over again until you plead for him to stop.

“Mmph! Malleus…”

“Forgive me,” he murmured, already pressing more kisses along the line of your jaw. “I cannot seem to stop.”

You laughed, breathless and golden in the dying light. “You say that like it’s a problem.”

“It might be,” Malleus said solemnly, before licking his lips and tasting your gloss again. “I may be addicted.”

“Oh,” you rolled your eyes, pulling back slightly to look at him. “Let me see—oh my god, Malleus, you’re covered in it.”

He blinked at you, dazed.

“Am I?”

He dares to ask, as if he didn’t have the most smug and contented smile on his face.

“Look,” you said, pulling a small mirror from your pocket and holding it up to his face.

He saw himself: normally regal and composed, and now… now he looked utterly loved. His lips were a mess of smudged gloss, shiny and tinged pink. There was even a faint streak across his jaw where your mouth must’ve dragged in the heat of his embrace and the eager fever to have you this close to him.

“Beautiful,” he said, still breathless.

You sputtered. “Beautiful? You look like someone attacked you with a cosmetics counter.”

He didn’t answer. He was staring at you again, eyes fixed on your lips, still gleaming and slightly panting from the force of your kiss.

“You’re doing it again,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I can’t help it. It’s that lipstick.”

You laughed and took a half-step back, trying to straighten your clothes, only to realize his arms were still around you. “Alright, alright, I’m reapplying it. But if you ruin it again, I will make you carry my bag through the entire academic procession next week.”

“I would carry ten of them,” he said earnestly, “if it meant I could do this again.”

“You helpless sap,” you replied fondly, and kissed him once more—just a soft peck, but enough to freshen the smear of gloss on his mouth.

-

So, Malleus was absolutely wrecked to let you go. But he had to, for he and you both have responsibilities before getting some sleep.

But he still hadn’t wiped his lips; the glossy, shimmering stain that had a sweeter aftertaste was still evident. He didn’t try to hide the evidence. He simply walked, dreamy and unhurried, and basically floated—because there was no other word for it—floated back to his tower chambers like a man possessed. Everything was a blur to him.

He barely noticed the occasional startled glances from guards or the aghast stare of Sebek, who nearly dropped a scroll upon seeing the normally stoic prince wander by with flushed cheeks and pink-glossed lips.

“Lord Malleus!” Sebek barked, scandalized. “You have… there is… your face is—!”

Malleus didn’t break stride. “She kissed me.”

“I—Yes, but—your appearance—!”

“She kissed me,” Malleus repeated and continued walking, unbothered.

When he finally reached the quiet of his room, he sat on the edge of his vast bed in utter silence for a long moment. The fire in the hearth crackled softly as per his usual request, but he didn’t even notice. His fingers ghosted over his mouth. Still sticky. Still sweet. He leaned back slowly, resting against the pillows like a man struck by lightning and only just realizing it.

“My beloved,” he murmured aloud, reverent. “What have you done to me?”

No courtly intrigue, no diplomatic meeting, and no threat to the kingdom had ever unraveled him like this. Not like the trail of strawberry gloss pressed to his skin. Not like the giggle of his beloved, who kissed him and teased him and unknowingly marked him as yours in every smudged kiss.

He lay there for a while, completely dazed, utterly in love, and positively glowing—still wearing your lipstick like a crown.

So he likes your lipstick and kissing you, so what?

[syblei-art]

whaddya say gang how about a 3/4 bust wip for ole times sake?

[ducksido]

https://www.tumblr.com/ducksido/783046684667166720/i-was-reading-some-of-your-new-writings-and-at?source=share

what if the reverse too? Us doing something that's romantic for Us (kissing, cuddling, flirting, giving jewelry or a bouquet, etc..) but the Not-Humans don't realize it's supposed to be romantic bc it's a Normal Thing for them lmao

(IMM BACKKK)

SAVANNACLAW

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR – You kiss his cheek. You had planned it all day. A soft peck to the cheek, just before class. Nothing flashy, nothing showy—just enough to say: “I like you.” So you wait until Leona’s flopped out under the shade tree behind the alchemy building, and then you lean down, heart fluttering.

“Mornin’, Kingscholar,” you say, and press a quick kiss to the sharp plane of his cheekbone.

He grunts. Doesn’t even look up. “You’re blocking my sun.”

…What?

“That’s it?” you ask, blinking at him. “I just kissed you.”

“Yeah? You do that all the time to wake me up.” He rolls onto his side, ears flicking lazily. “You’re the only one who bugs me like that.”

“But I kissed you,” you emphasize, louder now, kneeling beside him. “That was supposed to be romantic!”

Leona blinks open one eye. “What? You mean that?” He actually looks puzzled. “I thought humans just did that to show affection. Like, ‘good job,’ or ‘you didn’t die today.’”

Your soul exits your body.

“Leona,” you whisper. “That was a confession.”

He finally sits up, brow furrowing, as realization slowly dawns.

“Oh,” he mutters. “…So wait. You like like me?” “…Yes.”

His smirk returns, slow and smug. “Tch. Took you long enough. You should’ve just bit me.” “I’M NOT A LION, LEONA.”

RUGGIE BUCCHI – You give him a handmade bento. Ruggie’s never one to turn down food, especially not yours—he always says you “season it with soul” (which you’re pretty sure is just his way of flirting). So today, you finally decided to make him a real lunch. Bento-style. Cute compartments, little meatballs shaped like hyenas, rice balls in heart shapes, the whole nine yards.

You present it to him with a bashful grin. “Here. I made you lunch.”

Ruggie gasps. “For me? Seriously?!”

He tears into it like a starved beast, which—okay, fair—but your heart is pounding. You even added a handwritten note: “Ruggie, I like you. Please enjoy!”

You watch him eat. Wait for the reaction. Wait for him to look up and realize. And finally, he does.

He chews, swallows, and goes, “Man, this is SO good. You always make the best food! You’d be a great kitchen shift leader in the Savanna. I mean, you’re already feeding the pack, right?”

“…Feeding the…?”

“Yeah!” he continues, absolutely missing your point. “My cousins back home’d LOVE you. You got hyena instincts, y’know? Real pack mom energy.”

“Ruggie,” you say slowly, “I’m trying to flirt with you.”

He blinks. Then laughs—loud, delighted. “Wait. You were trying to get me to realize you like me?”

“Yes!!”

He wheezes. “Aw, you don’t gotta work that hard! I already knew. I was just waiting for you to jump me or something.”

“…IS THAT NORMAL FOR HYENA COURTSHIP?!”

“Yeah! …Wanna try it?”

JACK HOWL – You fix his hair and cuddle close after sparring. You and Jack have been training partners for a while now. There’s something electric about the way he spars: clean, focused, intense—but respectful. Today, after your final round, both of you are panting, soaked in sweat, and grinning wide.

You flop beside him on the grass and reach out, heart thumping.

“Hold still, you’ve got grass in your hair.” You brush your fingers through his silver strands, gently pushing them away from his eyes. His ears flick instinctively under your touch—but he doesn’t pull away. You smile and scoot in, head resting lightly against his shoulder. Close, warm, intimate.

To you, this is everything. The silent post-battle closeness, your fingers lingering in his hair, your shoulder pressed to his. You finally speak.

“You know… humans do this when they like someone.”

Jack hums, not even looking at you. “Hm? Grooming? That’s normal.”

“…Not between friends.”

He tilts his head. “In wolf packs it is. Grooming is just… bonding. You do it to show trust.”

You’re about to combust. “Jack. I want to date you.”

He jerks away so fast you nearly fall sideways. “You—wha—me?!”

“Yes!! That was my big gesture!”

Jack’s ears go flat, tail stiff. “I thought we were just bonding! I didn’t know it was—romantic!”

You’re trying not to cry and laugh at the same time. “It was literally post-battle cuddling and hair-touching. In a meadow.”

Jack’s cheeks are fully pink now. “…Okay, yeah. That does sound kinda romantic.”

He offers you his hand again, voice low and sheepish. “So, uh… can we start over?”

You place your hand in his. “Only if I can still touch your ears.”

He grins. “Only if I can carry your books after class.”

OCTAVINELLE

AZUL ASHENGROTTO – You give him a piece of jewelry. You spent days picking it out. Something tasteful, a lapel pin with a blue gem that almost matches his eyes, set in elegant silver—classic, charming, intimate. The kind of gift that says, "I like you enough to think about you when I’m not with you.”

You present it to him at the lounge when he's done with his managerial rounds. He blinks when you open the box and smile shyly.

"I saw this and thought of you."

Azul freezes. “A gift?” he says, voice tight. “For me?”

You nod. “Yeah. It reminded me of you—classy and beautiful.”

For a full ten seconds, he just stares at it. Then stares at you.

“…Is this for a contract?” he finally asks.

Your face crumples. “No! It’s just… a gift! You don’t need to give me anything back, I wanted to give you something.”

Azul’s mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again. “I—I see. Then… is this a cultural gesture? Among humans?”

You feel your soul deflate. “Azul. It’s a romantic gift. I’m confessing.”

Cue Azul nearly choking on air.

“A confession?! With jewelry?! But—but you didn’t even write a formal proposal letter!” His hands fly to his face, glasses nearly toppling off. “In the Coral Sea, an exchange of gems is a courtship rite—it’s something reserved for pre-engagements or deeper partnerships! You just—”

“I literally bought it at a student market!”

“And you’re telling me that wasn’t a pre-betrothal offering?!”

“No!! I just think you’re pretty!”

There’s a long pause. Azul’s face is beet red. “Oh,” he mumbles. “I… accept.”

You blink. “You do?”

He clasps the pin to his chest like it's a medal of honor. “Yes. You have my hand. And possibly my gills.”

“…Thanks?”

JADE LEECH – You flirt with him. You’re sitting with him in the Mostro Lounge after hours. It’s dark and intimate and the lighting is warm, and you decide now’s the time. You’re going to flirt.

You lean in close. Smile coyly. Voice low. “You know, Jade… I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look tonight.”

He blinks at you. “Thank you.”

Undeterred, you rest your chin on your hand. “You always know what to say, don’t you? I wonder how many people have fallen for that charm.”

Jade tilts his head, a polite smile forming. “Ah, you mean like a social test? An observational exercise? I suppose I do provoke interesting responses.”

You blink. “That was flirting.”

He pauses. “Ah.”

You try again. “So. Maybe next time we go on a ‘walk,’ you’ll actually call it a date?”

Jade hums thoughtfully. “I do enjoy our walks. But I thought those were for hunting mushrooms and observing bird behavior.”

You stare at him. “Jade. I’ve been flirting with you for three weeks.”

Jade’s eyes sparkle with amusement now. “And I’ve been cataloguing your behavior as an example of human mating rituals. How fascinating. You truly intended it romantically?”

You groan. “Yes.”

“Well then…” His grin widens. “Should I begin flirting back?”

“…Please.”

He leans in, close to your ear, voice low and syrupy. “Your cheeks flush delightfully when I speak to you like this, you know.”

You almost fall out of your chair.

FLOYD LEECH – You cuddle him. You sneak up on Floyd after class, having missed him all morning, and throw your arms around him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder.

He lets out a soft “eehhh~?” and turns around, squeezing you back hard enough to lift you off your feet.

“Shriiiiimpy! What’s all this?” he hums, rubbing his cheek against yours.

“I missed you,” you say, voice muffled against his collar. “Wanted to hold you.”

Floyd blinks. “Ohhh, you’re feeling touchy again? Cute~”

“No. I mean… yes. But also…” You look up at him. “It’s a romantic thing, Floyd. I’m cuddling you because I like you.”

His brows furrow. “Eh? You like me like-like me?”

“Yeah.”

A beat.

“Whaaaat? I thought you were just being needy like a seal pup or something,” he says with a laugh. “Like, ‘wah wah, Floyd, hold me, I’m cold~’” He mimics a whiny voice.

“Floyd, I have been cuddling you for three months. Romantically.”

He stares. Then smirks, sharp and lazy. “Oooohh. So you wanna be my little shrimp for real, huh?”

“YES.”

“Then say it like you mean it~” he coos.

You groan, smushing your forehead into his chest. “I LIKE YOU, YOU GIANT SEA BEAST.”

He lets out a giddy whoop and spins you around.

“You’re mine now~ Hope you like cuddles, ‘cause I bite too!”

DIASOMNIA

MALLEUS DRACONIA – You give him a bouquet of handpicked flowers

You’d spent the entire morning collecting them — every blossom carefully chosen for its color, meaning, and aesthetic. You’d even arranged them yourself: spider lilies, moon roses, white forget-me-nots. The arrangement glowed softly with magic-infused blossoms, a gentle blend of fae tradition and human sentiment.

You find Malleus by the gazebo in the garden, moonlight dripping across his shoulders, and you approach him with a shy smile.

“I brought you something,” you say, holding the bouquet out.

Malleus stares at it. “Ah,” he breathes. “You’ve been foraging.”

Your smile falters. “No, I made it for you. It’s a romantic gesture.”

He tilts his head. “A gift of flora is romantic, you say?” He takes the bouquet delicately in his hands. “In Briar Valley, this would be seen as a signal of negotiation… possibly a truce offering between nobles or a peace gesture between warring families.”

“…I’m not at war with you.”

“Precisely,” he says with a pleased smile. “Then I am honored by this token of diplomacy.”

You gape. “No, wait, I’m in love with you!”

He blinks. “Oh?” He looks down at the bouquet, then back at you, utterly serene. “Then you should have said so. I was preparing my own bouquet of cursed bellflowers in return.”

You stare. “That sounds like a threat.”

“To you, perhaps.” He leans closer with a small smirk. “To us, it is affection.”

LILIA VANROUGE – You fix his collar and brush his hair back

He’s always a little rumpled — collar askew, jacket slipping off one shoulder, silken hair tousled and wild. You decide to do something sweet and intimate: you catch him before he goes to class, reach up on your tiptoes, and gently tug his jacket into place. Then you smooth his shirt collar and run your fingers through the side of his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Lilia blinks down at you, pink eyes gleaming with mirth.

“Hmm��� Are you grooming me?”

“I’m trying to flirt with you.”

“Really?” He gasps dramatically. “How scandalous.”

“I thought it would be romantic. Intimate.”

“Oh, darling, we used to do this for comrades before going into battle. Very popular with soldiers.”

“…I’m not sending you off to war, Lilia.”

“Well, it certainly felt like it,” he teases, sticking his tongue out. “You even touched my hair. That’s practically a war blessing.”

You pout. “It’s a date-prep blessing.”

“Oh? Well, next time maybe kiss me instead.” He winks and flits off before you can even recover.

(You do kiss him next time. He absolutely swoons and declares war on your lips.)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT – You gently touch his hand during a quiet moment

You’ve been spending more time with him lately — study sessions, sparring matches, long walks around the campus while he rants about Lord Malleus. One afternoon, you’re sitting side by side in the library and you reach out, resting your hand just slightly over his.

It’s soft. Subtle. Warm.

Sebek jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

“WHAT IS THIS—!”

You flinch. “I… was holding your hand.”

“Why?!”

“Because it’s romantic?!”

He stares, baffled. “But… why would one do this for romance? This is merely tactile affirmation. I assumed you were testing my pulse!”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. “Sebek. I’m trying to tell you that I like you.”

He turns pink. “With hand-holding?!”

“Yes.”

“I—! I see!” He fumbles to straighten his tie. “Then… if this is romantic, perhaps I, too, shall hold your hand—firmly! Strongly! Like a true suitor!”

He seizes your hand like he’s wrestling a beast.

You wince. “Gentle. Gentle, Sebek.”

“This is harder than I thought.”

SILVER – You kiss his cheek

You’re walking together at dusk, and he’s tired but content, eyes half-lidded, and there's a softness to the air around him that feels dreamlike. You glance at him, heart pounding, and lean over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He blinks slowly. “Mmm,” he hums. “That was nice.”

You pause. “You noticed?”

He nods, barely reacting. “Warm. Like sunlight.”

You stare. “Silver… I kissed you.”

“Mmhm.”

“That was a romantic kiss.”

Another blink. “Oh,” he says. “I thought you were comforting me, like Lilia does sometimes. He used to kiss my forehead when I had nightmares.”

Your face is burning. “That was me flirting.”

Silver tilts his head. “I thought flirting required metaphorical language and winks.”

“…No. Sometimes it’s just affection.”

“Oh.” He looks thoughtful. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

Before you can respond, he leans in and gently kisses your forehead.

You swear your knees go weak.

“There,” he says, nodding. “I hope that was sufficiently romantic.”

It was. It really, really was.

[aurora-starshine]

Ruby is done! I hope y'all like some oc lore dumps cause oh boy, Ive got thoughts for her.

Tldr: She's Vil's Step sister. They are pretty distant with each other, He isn't aware that his dad treated her poorly after he went to college

Ruby Schoenheit, Originally Ruby Red was born to two prominent figures in the modeling industry. Her father passed away when she was very young, and her mother remarried to Eric Venue when she was 10. Making Vil her step brother, they're three years apart, although it feels like a larger gap due to the difference in maturity between them.

Vil and Ruby rarely interacted while they were growing up. As by the time they met, he was already deep into his acting career, and spent most of his time outside of their shared home.

Three years into their marriage, around the time Vil went off to Night Raven academy, Ruby's mother passed away. Leaving Ruby alone with Eric. Being concerned for the growing beauty of his stepdaughter, and how it could damage his own sons career, He began demeaning her.

Pointing out every perceived flaw with her appearance(Her dark hair, Her eye color, Her eyebrows, Her height, Her beauty marks, Her round face shape), how her high pitched voice was annoying, how childish she can be. This affected Ruby heavily, leading her unique magic to be... morally questionable at best.

Two years of this before she received an invitation to the Blue Fairy Charm School. She left a note for her step father before running away so she could attend. Hoping for a better life where she'll again be loved.

Lore sparkle sparkle, sorry if any of yall love Eric, I just dont trust the guy for some reason. And love some drama for my silly lil ocs hehe

Other little design details, She styles her hair in a similar way to how Vil styles his, she wears slight platforms to try and be a bit taller like him. She watches every movie and show he's been in, often falling asleep to them

[leviruthan]

accidentally confessing to them while you were drunk

characters: all overblot boys

You had a rough day. Between classes and Grim's annoying behavior plus the amount of assignment that the professors keep piling up- you were stressed and exhausted. Nothing new, to be honest. When a few students suggested grabbing drinks at the "Mystery Shack" you agreed, figuring you deserved to chill a little. One drink turned into two and before you knew it, you were... drunk and extremely relaxed.

That's when you found yourself face-to-face with him. Whoever it is, the result is the same. A rush of feelings amplified by the alcohol, leading to a embarrassing and honest (accidental) confession.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle was at the Mystery Shack because a few Heartslabyul students had dragged him along, claiming he needed to "loosen up" after a long week of enforcing rules. He has been slowly sipping a single glass of his preferred tea while looking very out of place in the rowdy atmosphere.

And you saw Riddle sitting stiffly at a table.

Drunk you had zero respect for his personal space, apparently. Because you plopped right next to him, slung an arm around his shoulders, and started randomly babbling about how cute he was when he got all flustered.

"Riddle, you’re like… a little hedgehog, y’know? ...All prickly but so squishable," you slurred, giggling as you tried to boop his nose. You tried to squish his flushed cheeks as well. He froze, face redder than the roses outside. You weren't brought back to reality as you continued "You're...like a rose with thorns..."

Then you leaned in and whispered what only he could hear. "And I like you so much, it’s kinda stupid." Before he could even respond you passed out, head lolling onto his shoulder.

Riddle's mind is a mess, heart hammering as he caught you. The usual composure he maintains crumbling he processes your words. The shack's noise faded. All he could think about was your words looping in his mind. He gently carried you back to Ramshackle. He stayed up half the night, replaying the scene. Feeling torn between mortification and a warmth he couldn’t name. He likes you- has for a while. But your drunken confession left him reeling. What if you didn’t mean it? ....What if you did?

You wake up in your dorm, greeted by Grim's snoring face. With no memory of how you got there. Your head throbs, and there’s a neatly folded note on your nightstand in precise handwriting- "You were unwell last night. I ensured your safe return. We shall discuss your behavior later. -R.R." You are pretty sure this was a note Riddle left. You felt like he was in your dream last night. But, discuss? What behavior? You’re too hungover to care.

Riddle doesn't know whether if he should ask you about it or flee. Such cowardly thoughts. He is pacing Heartslabyul's rose garden, replaying your words.

Love him? Impossible. You were drunk and clearly out of your senses. He's torn between indignation- how dare you confess so carelessly? And a fluttering hope he refuses to name. His upbringing screams that emotions must be controlled, but your sloppy sincerity has cracked his defenses.

When you see him later, he’s all business although his cheeks are faintly but obviously pink.

"You were… inappropriate last night." he says after much preparation, voice clipped and careful. "Do you recall what you said?"

You blink, clueless. And then mumble something about drinking too much. His eyes narrow, searching your face. "I see. then it meant nothing." Riddle turns away, but his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing for disappointment.

"Wait, did i say something weird?" you finally start thinking hard. The memories start to trickle back. His shocked face, your own voice saying things that embarrasses you now. Riddle’s heart skips when you stammer an apology for forgetting.

Now he is nervous to hear what you're about to say. You're suddenly shy and unsure, but you wanted to get it out as well.

Observing your reaction, it looks like Riddle already knows what you are about to say. And he says out of the blue, "It's fine. Don't worry about it!" before storming off. Deep down he’s thrilled, far too much in fact. But he has no experiences with these matters. Just give him some time. He's planning how to court you properly once he is ready for this.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona was at the mystery shack for whatever reason. He was lounging in a corner, half-asleep like the lazy cat he is. Then you tripped over his legs, giggling without a careand clearly plastered. Before he could snark though, you invaded his personal space like you owned it which caught him a little of guard.

He's about to tell you off cause you're annoying. Before he could, you launched into a tipsy rant about how infuriatingly perfect he is. His strength, his attractive smirk, and even saying he looks so cute when he's sleeping! You draped yourself over him, mumbling affectionate words that he most certainly did not hear anywhere else.

"You're pretty rude sometimes... Most of the times I mean. But I can't hate you for it. Instead maybe I love you. You’re my favorite." You nuzzled into his side, muttering about how warm he was. Then you passed out.

He grumbled after a wave of shock, but didn’t move, just stared down at you, his heart doing annoying flips.

Leona’s not one for feelings, but your drunken confession stirs something. He is pissed at how much it affects him. your words keep echoing, making his chest tight. He is going to spend the night growling at himself for caring that much. But he’s gentle when he carries you although muttering about what a pain you are. 

You notice something weird next day when you're back to earth. Leona’s obviously avoiding you. (He maybe kind of is but he doesn't want to admit it to himself). Sprawled in the botanical garden, tail flicking irritably as he stares into nothing.

Your confession hit him like a sandstorm. Messy and unexpected. And impossible to ignore. He can't even sleep peacefully without thinking about it. He is rather pissed, not at you but at himself. For how much he liked hearing it. He’s used to being unwanted, second-best. Random people usually only want something from his, but don't want him. There's always a better choice. They come to him because they can't go to the better choice. He tells himself you didn’t mean it and it was just you talking crap while drunk.

But when you track him down, he’s all smirks and sarcasm that no one can tell what has really been going on his head. "Well look who’s alive. Had fun makin' a fool of yourself?"

You frown confusedly, asking what he means. He leans closer invading your personal space just like you did last night. His voice is low. "You were clingy. Said some real sweet things. Ring any bells?"

The memories hit- your hands on his face, your, now that you think about it, very embarrassing confession. You blush, try stammering some response. He chuckles the same way as always but his eyes move away from yours. Maybe a bit disappointed. "Tch. don’t go sayin' stuff you don't mean, herbivore. I ain't got time for games."

But if you admit you meant it, his whole demeanor shifts. ".... You're mine then. no takebacks." and pulls you closer like he owns you now.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul was at the Mystery Shack to scope out any form of business opportunities. He had been in full host mode, charming the room.

Then you bumped into him accidently with a drink in hand, ruining his composure. You look at him and he can see just how dazed your eyes seem. But they brighten up the next moment as a smile grows larger. "Azullll!"  you giggle and his eyes widen in surprise and a obvious confusion before he regained his usual composure. You then proceed to poke his glasses. "Your glasses...are cute. And I like them. I like you too, a lot. you’re.. perfect."

You went as far as trying to kiss his cheek. Missed (awkward). And collapsed against him, out cold.

The tweels laughed at the free entertainment. And Azul? He was a blushing, stammering wreck, barely managing to catch your wobbly body that lost all the energy you had earlier.

He escorted you to Ramshackle with Jade’s help, mind racing with possibilities and insecurities. Did you mean it? Was it the alcohol talking? He spent the night pacing. Unfortunately he was able to do nothing business related for the day

The next time you run into him, Azul is polished but twitchy. He adjusts his glasses. Speaks in a voice that is smooth but strained. "You were quite talkative last night. Care to elaborate?"

If you’re blank and don't seem to remember whatever happened, he sighs, muttering about “inebriated recklessness" his hope seems to have crumbled.

But he is fishing for confirmation. He explains what you were doing last night to help you with remembering.

Then your memories flood back. Embarrassed, but you confess nonetheless that what you said wasn't drunk blabbering but real. You're quick to tell him he didn't need to worry about it and you didn't meant to make it awkward between the two of you...

He is blushing and stammering uncharacteristically for very few seconds. However he is quick to suggest a "mutually beneficial arrangement" he's smitten but won’t admit it without a contract. Not before making sure your affection for him are secured. Trust issues like none.

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil was at the Mystery Shack because Kalim insisted on a "group outing" and he couldn't escapebhis babysitting duty. He was keeping an eye on things when you wobbled over, and spoke some gibberish.

"You're the absolute wife material...Jamil...did you know..." His eyebrow twitches at wife material but you're drunk and he's willing to let it slide. "But too bad you would never be mine!" It looked like you were about to cry. An emotional drunk, he thought unimpressed, trying to ignore your actual words.

Then you hugged him tightly and passed out in his arms.

Jamil’s heart lurched. He is used to being invisible. Your words hit hard enough to crack his guarded exterior but he doesn't want to admit it. And he doesn't even know if you really mean it, he's rather doubtful. He carried you back to Scarabia because Kalim didn't want to leave his friend passed out like that. Obviously not because Jamil himself cares about you or something. 

...Anyway he has liked you for a while but buried it, convinced it’s pointless. Now? He’s conflicted- hopeful, but wary as well. He tucks you in, lingering longer than necessary.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," he mutters with a sigh before leaving.

You're confused when you wake in scarabia, tucked into a guest room, with a tray of breakfast and a note: "Eat. we’ll talk later. -J." Your head’s pounding, and you can’t remember much past the second drink. You see Kailm soon as he wanted to check up on his friend. When you ask what happened, he beams. "You were super lovey with Jamil! it was cute!" Your stomach drops.

Jamil's in the kitchen, chopping some unfortunate vegetables with unnecessary force. Your confession blindsided him. He is used to hiding his feelings, but this… this is harder.

When you find him, he’s calm. But his eyes flick to you warily. "You were reckless last night" he says, not looking up. "Said some things. remember any of it?"

You shake your head, embarrassed, and ask for a hint. He pauses before murmuring, "You… mentioned feelings. for me." he said coolly like it didn't affect him much.

Your vague memories are confirmed like that. You stammer an apology but he cuts you off, voice softer. "Just… mean it next time you say it. If you do."  You nod already thinking about how and when you'll say it next. This time you will be completely down to earth. 

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil was at the Mystery Shack for a rare night off, networking with some visiting performers. He was poised, sipping a mocktail alone with his thoughts after some social interactions.

You walked up to him, eyes glassy. Vil wasn't exactly going to praise you on how careless and undignified you were looking.

But you didn't care for his low-key judgemental stare and declared boldly- "Vil, you’re so beautiful, it’s like… illegal. how do you do it? I don't know if I want to be you or want you."

You leaned in, nearly toppling into his arms, and he caught you with a sigh and graceful exasperation. "You’re perfect...and your drive...is inspiring." You mumbled, nuzzling his shoulder before passing out. 

He is used to flattery, but this.... I mean it's just special when the person you kind of have feelings for flatters you like this. 

The next day Vil is pristine as ever when you meet in the Pomefiore lounge. But his eyes linger more than usual, obviously wanting you to tell him something. Disappointly enough it seems your memory wasn't that great. You didn't know how you got to Pomefiore but you thank him and apologize for the trouble you must've caused.

He simply hums, inspecting his pretty polished nails. "You were rather expressive last night. Do you stand by your words?" his tone is sharp but curious. When it looks like you’re still clueless and can't seem to remember, he sighs. But he’s gentle and kind, offering you hangover remedies. 

When you do end up recalling the events he challenges you to back it up, with a delighted smile. He’s already planning how to make you shine by his side.

IDIA SHROUD

No sorry cause he isn't going there.

Well, for the sake of this scenario let's continue with this logic.

Idia was at the Mystery Shack because... because maybe Ortho knows about your plan to go to the Mystery Shack to relax. And maybe Ortho feels bad for his brother who has an obvious crush on you yet cannot seem to get many encounter with you. Maybe Ortho wants to help him so he drags Idia out like the good little brother he is.

Idia was just hiding in a corner in his emo hoodies, unfortunately, tablet in his hand. It didn't look like what Ortho was hoping for would be happening. So maybe Ortho intentionally guides you where Idia is.

You spot him and seeing the person you like drunken you of course goes up to him. You plopped down beside him, making him flinch at the sudden presence of a human being. You were drunk and chatty, which may or may not be what you're usually like.

"Idiaaaa,” your words came out childish, draping yourself over his back. "You’re so cool. like, super cool. I love your hair. It's incredible like... ethereally beautiful... And your sharp teeths are adorable... I think I just really like you," you kissed his cheeks because at that moment you weren't really thinking clearly. Then you passed out. He passed out too. Ortho carried you both to Ignihyde... Poor Ortho, he has been carrying all of this.

Idia's not built for this. someone liking him? Impossible. He's convinced it’s a glitch, a drunken mistake. He is replaying it in his head and overanalyzing every word because that's what overthinkers do. And his hair is flickering pink at the memory. As much as he wants to believe you, but his self-esteem is screaming it's a lie because why would you like him. This was a critical hit to his HP. He did not expect such plot twist. 

The next day you see him, Idia is a jittery awkward. You're hungover and clueless, complaining about your headache. He stammers, avoiding eye contact. It wasn't new so you don't think much about it.

He doesn't bring what's on his mind up although he wants to. In the end it's after you remember exactly what you did last night, that you decide you should talk about it. 

He didn't sign up for this romance sim. His brain short circuits when you confirm that you meant everything you said. He's out. He is hopeless but he's hooked.

"You’re not trolling, right? cause I… like you too." And he dies after saying that. Tragic.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus was at the Mystery Shack because you told him you'd be going there. (where you go I go- erm, lyrics) and was curious about human gatherings and how would this help you relax. He stood out easily and unintentionally, towering and regal and albeit a scary presence for many.

When he's with you he hardly cares about what others may be thinking about him, but he thought of maybe he should leave you alone with your friends for a bit (how considerate. let's pretend this does happen)

Malleus had went to stand outside the shack gazing at the beautiful night sky where the stars shined bright. Around him have gathered some fireflies that shine green. It's peaceful almost, away from most of the party's noise. You stumbled out. Drunk, starry-eyed and emboldened by liquid courage. You plop down beside him, rambling about how he is "like a fairy tale prince." Fairytale prince? Malleus has always felt like more of a scary dragon of a fairy tale.

"Your eyes are so pretty..." you mumble "Even though sometimes when you appear in my dorm out of the blue at nights and at first I was prone to screaming when I see your glowing eyes in the air... Now it's reassuring somehow."

It looks like you were in the mood to spill everything in your head. You went on about how he's been one your comforts wve since you came into this world. Malleus never knew he could be someone's comfort. You couldn't shut you mouth just there unfortunately and ended up telling him how you felt something beyond friendship....How he just makes the already magical world even more magical.

His expression throughout this varies. He has never been so caught off guard and happy. I fear even if you were just drunk talking and didn't mean it, you aren't walking out of this one. When you throw your arms around him he catches you precisely. After nuzzling his chest, you passed out in his lap.

Malleus is just absolutely stunned as he processes your words and the weight of you against him. His heart swells, a rare warmth spreading through him. He doesn’t have the heart to move you. So he sits there just cradling you under the night sky, a soft smile playing on his lips as he mutters "You are far too bold, child of man." it never fails to impress him. 

".... You're my treasure." He stayed, watching you sleep. Experiencing a wave of emotions. He is quite enchanted by you. Once you're sober he will ask for your words again, softly possessive. Malleus is ready to claim you as his, if you’ll have him.

[softvitya]

Tg

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[storiesofsung]

Yuu - The Ghost Consort

Malleus Draconia x Yuu - hc/drabble

In addition to a hc I made, I definitely think that in the time yuu finds a way back home Malleus will definitely not be ready to rule (hes like a baby in fae years lmfao) and there will only be rumors of this captivating somebody that was the first (and maybe the last) to enrapture his majesty. The image of Yuu would be so bastardized even centuries later they would mostly likely turn into an actual myth. Myth Yuu (passed on genrations from word of mouth): Mysterious, beautiful as if blessed by fairies to rival Aphrodite herself; maybe has some fae blood--ambiguous but d e f i n i t e l y powerful enough to charm the great Malleus: Actual Yuu: Just your average human. That's it. Great heart and whatever but that's literally it 😭😭 Ah yes, even after all these years only Malleus will know of your true beauty and what lies underneath it

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

@water-blue Continuation for

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽

Gender Neutral

Summary: You are Loud and boisterous, yet you are kind, caring and incredibly loyal. Sometimes you say things as a slip-up, but you've always apologized first, you were even willing to help those even if they're cruel, you were forgiving, willing to understand others, and even stand your ground if things were too much for you. Don't worry, no one is going to take your heart of gold for granted.

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud

Genre: platonic or Romantic nothing rlly matters

Warning ⚠️: Spoilers for book 6 and 7 (I think I should keep it vague), Slight angst, lots of emotional talk (if you see me getting emotional in these writes and kinda relating to them, no tf you did not), Idia screeches higher than a girl's whenever he sees you, mentions of social anxiety, isolation, fear of loss, fear of connection, and blah, blah, blah, depression, Idia is secretly my kinnie (but shh), Malleus is my son-in-law (<- his father wish he could kiss me/j), idk what else to add here, OOC(?), idk I'm projecting in here if you don't mind, maybe cussy(?), use of "you."

Note: This took so long for me but it's okay I had fun !!! Honestly, Idia hits me a bit more harder than Mal's (bc I ain't fae) but tbh both r so real :( !!!!

Idia Shroud

Before overblot:

•When he first saw you in the ceremony, he kinda crashed-out (You remind him of Ortho in a way) but, never lingered on it for too long. He always thought you brought trouble whenever and that scares the shit out of him.

•So when the time he had heard your first encounter with an overblot, he was interested. How can someone like you manage to defeat an overblot? But, he couldn't help but feel... intimidated. It's like you're emotionally strong, not in a "I'm emotionless and you can't hurt me" way, more like "I can express my feelings, better than being emotionally constipated" way. So, naturally, he'll avoid you as well.

•But one by one, the number of overblots this year had increase abnormally in school campus, and as a Shroud, he needed to do research. And, decided it was a great idea to kidnap them without warning. What he did not expect, was that you would come along too.

•No, no, no, no, nonononononononono- Stop it. Don't. You're doing the same thing you've done to the rest of them. No, you remind him of someone. Someone long ago, someone he cares- deeply cares- for. Just...Why? Why do you act like him? Sound like him? This- he thought he escaped it.

•This wasn't meant to happen, none of it is. Why are you here? Why do you remind him, he can't do anything? WHY does he feel useless? Whatever went wrong?? He just wanted a place- a place where he and his brother could belong, where, he and Ortho could belong- but, you had to take it away- why? There was no point, no point in staying alive if you die in the end. He was afraid of these people- afraid they'd judge him for the way he speaks, the way he talks about his interests, and the way he exists in life. He's scared of reaching out, he hates getting attached, he hated it when he couldn't talk to others from years of isolation. Damn it, damn it, damn it!- "You'll learn to let go of the past, Idia. Your brother will be much happier if you at least think for yourself." No, no. Your dragging him, aren't you?- that's... if thats..

•If that's his brother wants, would he be disappointed in seeing his older brother like this? Believing in someone whose life already departed? Still clinging to the painful memory because it was the last memory his precious one was in it?

•He was scared. Scared to make connections with people who will one day leave him, forget him. Scared by the judgemental eyes of the public, Scared because of the people he thinks are better than him. But, if you really think he can still get the chance to heal, not instantly but surely. Then, he'll try to reach out to you.

After overblot:

•Everything had gone back to normal, like how it always goes. There's peace, unraveling chaos, and then peace again. You, who were ever so helpful and bright like a certain person from school *looks at Kalim* it rlly scares him yk? So- like- whenever, he sees you...?

•He fucking screeches and bolts off. Man's terrified of extroverts /j but srsly, it's scary when you know the right words to alleviate his feelings, wdym he's not trash and he's just defining himself in a false perception??? Man, you terrify him. But, it's okay. You saved him anyway... but he never thought he'd deserve it, though...

•Little by little, he goes outside whenever you asked (and the help of a sentient robo, Ortho!!! :D) and although he can't, exactly communicate with them properly without sounding like a geek, he does have you for help.

•You one time had a slip-up, but made up for it, he had to sulk for a week (month).

•Like that one meme between the friendship of an introvert and an extrovert :3 !!! Your company is nice... even if one day you'll have to leave and forget him too... but as you say, "leaving is always a part of life."

•Yeah, your WAYYY mature than him, damn.

•He likes inviting you over to play games, even at first he'd sound nervous, but eventually? He gets (kinda) used to it. It felt nice, having someone to talk about your interests with, how his friend makes life a bit more aspiring than he would've expected to be, a friend that cared for others with a deep sense of loyalty, and being considerate enough to try to understand your burdens...

•Yeah, it feels nice, like REAL nice. Not in a weird way, just more of a...Comfort space? Ah, well, it's going to be much more harder for him to open up his bottled feelings, but he's getting to it.

Malleus Draconia

Before overblot:

•He always wondered in isolated places, and admiring the gargoyles that surrounded the architecture, he never thought that someone would spot him, like you. You were an interesting child of man, you're magicless, with no documentation, nor a cent to your name. You were a mystery. And yet, despite having nothing to your being, you weren't afraid of him, like the rest. When he had first met you, before the spell drive incident, he thought you'd be scared upon seeing him.

•But no, you didn't run away, in fact, you had the gall to ask the prince of the night, who he was and what he was doing here. It was a fond memory he couldn't have simply gotten rid of. But, the day you found out his true identity? You've stayed, despite his status finally being known. He finally made a friend, now he couldn't just merely shrug you off, after all. You were his first, and he wouldn't trade that for anything. (<-not like wouldn't have everything already)

•So, imagine to his surprise you'd ask, "Do you wander in isolated places hoping someone would search for you? Not for reason, but for you?" He paused and thought about it thoroughly. He could tell that you knew he was lonely, he hadn't had any friends during childhood due to his power and status as heir. And the only heir at that. So, most of the time, he was lonely and had no one to play with. He didn't know what it felt like to have a normal childhood, only isolation (hmm, something similar?), and studies to be heir.

•Imagine his surprise now that you've told him, "I think I found the way back to my home." [<- slip-up :>] You, had done it? Did you find a way back home? After he told you his background, the loneliness, yearning for the feeling of warmth from a father or a mother, the isolation caused by his power and name alone, all that, just for you to tell him you had a way back home? Where he can't reach you? Where the only person he truly had a connection with, not because his status wielded power, not from his name and his connections in the royalty, but from a person who genuinely cared about him and his hobbies, only to be left behind once more? It didn't help when Lilia was going to leave as well, his most precious mentor (father), he had enough of his people leaving him. He didn't like the fact he could outlive humans, he didn't like the fact he could outlive Lilia, his Lilia. He wanted to call Lilia his father when his biological one wasn't there, and yet Lilia refused him. But, Silver gets to call him, "father"? Why? Is it because he was born differently? Why couldn't he have the same treatment as him? Wouldn't he outlive Silver? Why? Or, is it because he's a prince? Did his status ruined everything? Was it his fault for being born in royalty? He wanted what Silver had, although he did get the same treatment from Lilia, it wasn't the same. The way he watched Lilia grab onto Silved and hold him up like his actual offspring, when Silver cried and he was there, singing and reading a bedtime story, when Silver would say his first words, "papa! Papa!" Lilia smiled, When Silver learned how to walk Lilia congratulated him, Silver would call him 'dad' and Lilia would reply back, no refusal, no rejection. When Malleus was born, Lilia cried tears of joy, that he was alive, not his son. The way that Lilia had been visiting him, raising him at any chance he could, not because he was his son, but because he was important to the Draconia bloodline. When he called him 'father', he didn't like it. Why? Now that he had gotten the equivalent treatment he always yearned for, he wanted more. But, as soon as they were going to leave? He was scared. You were going to find a way back home, Lilia was retiring. He wanted none of that.

•None, of it, he was scared to let go, he didn't want to lose anyone, anyone but the both of you. The one that had made the most impact in life, not only you two, but Silver and Sebek. He can outlive both, and you. He's scared. He couldn't accept this outcome, he wouldn't- "But you'll need to, losing hurts, but there is no other outcome than misery on both ends if you force it."

•He's sorry, so, so, sorry. He had an accident. He didn't mean to. It wasn't his intention. He's sorry, he didn't mean to hurt anyone, let alone kill.

After overblot:

•Everything was fixed, he's alive, dw. You've apologized, and that's all for the amends. He learned his lesson, it was over. Now, he shouldn't do it again. Lilia scolds him for making him worry sick, even after what Malleus did.

•Let's enjoy the fact everyone is here, we'll and alive. No one is hurt (kinda), and no one is asleep in the curse (yay!).

•After the entire calamity that erupted, everyone was fine. A little shaken, but they were all recovering. Not much to say since you were there, helping each and every one of them, especially Malleus. He was grateful for your loyalty and kindness despite being boisterous and flashy, with a grin. Although the next lesson is to learn how to let go, he'll need to go through that the hard way. But, let's not focus on the future.

•He liked going on strolls with you, back to the same routine, and eating ice cream! (Yum), he liked it when you defended him and yourself when things went awry. Nothing about you is displeasing to him at all.

•Let's talk about the 18th century gargoyles from- *Picture of you and Malleus just rambling about his interests again, and you sit and listen to him rant.*

•Yes, this is how it's supposed to go... he wishes it could stay like this forever.

The End.

[nagireodivorcearc]

some old malleus sketches and a little character sheet I made

(lowkey small redesign?? i like adding things and playing around with character designs)

[breadcheese444]

メイドの日

[robynmizore]

How are we still breathing?

Malleus be nailing these edits ;3

If you like cute little TWST one shots, check out my fic :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59350660/chapters/151367956

[ariasphirance]

Let's go see some Gargoyles!

[shrimpye]

[babylemonart]

Nobody can tell me he didn't fail his first transformation attempts...

[takeachillpillshawty]

" Meleanor wouldn't want Malleus marrying a human", " Meleanor wouldn't approve of Malleus dating Yuu."

This is the same woman that basically told the Senate to fuck off as she scared away the suitors they chose for her only for the lucky man to be just some guy.

Malleus is his mama's son. If Meleanor found out her boy is dating a magicless human, she would, of course, think her son could do better but remembers that she married Ravene of all people so in the end the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I know her ass is laughing in the clouds as she watch her son pull the same shit she did. Bonus points if the Senate loses their shit and Malleus just makes out with yuu out of spite. Meleanor will rest peacefully knowing her son followed in her footsteps in pissing off the Senate.