#he would wish to be a pure fae

[julicity]

A wish for myself that doesn’t involve Malleus-sama...? Nothing comes to mi-- Mm... Perhaps... perhaps there is one...

But there is no use thinking on it.

[bookwormjust]

Child Curiosity (established relationship with Azriel, Nyx questioning)

The Inner Circle reunited as almost every week for their famous dinner, wasn't prepared for a little curious Illyrian boy Fae, who this night decided to ask questions and have what he wanted. Because who would said no to the little boy, big blue ethereal eyes blinking at you, red little puffy cheeks, little freckle on his baby skin, no one can ignore that and only can indulge the little boy curiosity with care and attention.

Our Nyx, ever persistent in his childlike curiosity, wriggled down from Rhysand’s lap and padded over to you, his little feet barely making a sound against the floor. Without hesitation, he climbed up into your lap, nestling against you with the innocent comfort of a child who adored you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he gazed up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Can you give me a cousin?” Nyx asked, his voice soft and earnest, as if you had the power to grant his wish with a mere word. “Mama said babies come from females. So... can you make me a cousin soon, Auntie?”

The room fell into an amused silence again, but this time there was a different kind of weight to it—a tender, loving one. The quiet snickers and glances from the Inner Circle faded as they watched the interaction with fondness, understanding the pure innocence of Nyx’s question. Feyre’s eyes shimmered with warmth, and Rhysand had a playful but proud look in his gaze as he watched his son.

You glanced at Azriel, who was already watching you intently. There was a softness in his expression, his usual stoic mask slipping as he witnessed you with Nyx on your lap, looking so natural and loving. Azriel's hazel eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing, as if the scene before him stirred something deep inside. 

You gently brushed a hand through Nyx’s hair, smiling down at him. “Oh, sweetheart,” you said softly, your voice filled with affection. “It’s not that simple. Babies take time, and your uncle Az and I need to be ready before we can think about giving you a cousin.”

Nyx’s little brows furrowed in confusion. “But why? I’m ready now!” His innocence was almost heart-wrenching, making everyone around the table smile with both amusement and sympathy.

Cassian, unable to resist, leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got a tough negotiator there, Az. Good luck explaining that one.”

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head as his shadows shifted in response to his relaxed mood. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze focused on both you and Nyx. “It’s not just about being ready, little one,” Azriel explained in his calm, soothing voice. “Your Auntie and I need to make sure everything is just right. We want to make sure any cousin we give you is as loved and cared for as you are.”

Nyx thought about that for a moment, looking between you and Azriel with the same intensity as if you were discussing the most important matter in the world. His small hand rested on your arm, his little fingers gripping onto you as he said, “I’ll take good care of them, I promise. I’ll share my toys and everything.”

At that, the entire table erupted into soft, warm laughter. Even Feyre, who had been watching quietly, smiled wider, brushing a tear from her eye as Rhysand squeezed her hand under the table. 

You couldn’t help but hug Nyx tighter, your heart swelling with the purity of his words. “I know you would, Nyx,” you whispered into his hair. “You’re going to be the best big cousin one day.”

Azriel leaned closer, his hand resting on your knee and his wings slightly flaring out in a protective, almost possessive gesture. “And when the time comes, Nyx, you’ll be the first to know,” Azriel added, his voice low but filled with an unspoken promise. 

Nyx beamed at that, completely content with your and Azriel’s answers. He stayed on your lap for the rest of the dinner, happily chatting with everyone while you shared a knowing smile with Azriel. The warmth of the Inner Circle surrounded you, and in that moment, with Nyx in your arms and Azriel’s hand in yours, you felt that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, family, and a sense of belonging that went beyond words.

As the dinner went on, the soft smiles exchanged between you and Azriel carried a new kind of understanding—one of patience, love, and the quiet certainty that when the time was right, you would start the next chapter of your lives together.

[rayroseu]

You know what's sick as hell about the design of the Briar Senates??? It's that their design mirrors the weapon of the Draconias 😭✨

I know they're getting flak rn bcs they feel like "boomers who's against any progress because they value toxic tradition" but i don't really think they're like... entirely evil lol or the root of every bad thing that happened in Malleus'/Lilia's life (though im side eyeing them as one of the perpetrators still lol)

Tbh, removing them would also cause more harm (just some social issues inside the fae society tbh) than good imo, (I know many ppl say this bcs they think removing the Senates would make it possible for the peace between human and faes, but the thing is, the Senates aren't the only group that thinks this way, almost the entirety of Briar Valley does lol so forcibly removing them now would only come off as "Malleus forcing "human ideals" on the faes just because he has spent 4 years with the humans"(plus is the understanding between humans and faes truly achieved if you try to silence one group(even if that group is kinda disagreeable with anything human related lol), plus realistically the faes would trust their fellow faes first rather than some humans,

so for me, Briar Senates doesn't give off the vibe of toxic old people who drags others down in their toxic practices (while that can be an accurate description i feel like it generalizes too much about their behaviour), rather than that, Briar Senates feels more like thorns, like thorns that surrounds Briar Valley, they're not exactly harmful unless you go against them, but ultimately they're still protection for Briar Valley.

Which makes it fitting that their design has a similarity with the Draconia's weapon, they're the thorns that protects the Draconias, even if it means sheltering them.

And, tbh, if the Senates other job is to ensure Draconias lives, they're kinda doing a "decent job"??? If we can assume through Maleficia's (and Malleus' case), since we didnt hear about her leaving the Senate's side, she managed to survive for so long, unlike Meleanor😭 Also could explain why they're so enraged when Lilia arrived with the news that Meleanor died and why they hated the weak bcs what would weakness could protect JJDSJD Kinda wish their hatred against Lilia wasnt that he was a weak bat fae, but rather they doubled down on the fact he failed protecting Meleanor, imagine if Gen. Lilia wasnt as great in magic as the fae nobles were, yet he still managed to earn a position beside the Princess, all that hard work only to fail at the most crucial time, it wouldve make sense in the Senates' side to say, "Meleanor shouldnt have appointed him" (because "he's weak from the start")

oh additionally, this is just my assumption, bcs I felt like the way the Senates recoiled when Lilia hatched the egg was kinda... random?? so this is my made up reason lol Remember, the Senates were adamant that Maleficia should only be the one to hatch the egg because she's a Draconia, but Lilia did it and he's not a Draconia, What if because Lilia hatched the egg, it also affected the development of Malleus?? Like maybe for instance, it affected Malleus' lifespan, maybe he still lives more than one thousand years but he won't live for another thousand years like a pure Draconia because he's been hatched by Lilia as opposed to who they wanted it to be, which is Maleficia, OF COURSE Lilia hatching the egg is heaps better than Malleus dying before being born, but this is just my auto thoughts regarding the random hate reaction the Senates did when Lilia hatched Malleus lol

Interestingly, the placement of the stone of Draconia against the thorns (of the Senates) can also be hinted at their relationship with them??? In Meleanor's case, her stone is on top of the thorns, which may indicate that she's not under the Senate's commands or that its just telling she just lived distantly from the Senates, most importantly her stone is bigger than the thorns which may tell the fact that the Senates worships her because she's powerful and greater than them, and she's not someone who can be trapped/ordered around within the Senates. But, tragically, in Malleus' case, his stone is under the thorns, like its telling that he's under the Senates protection at all cost and his stone is little compared to Meleanor's because he's still young.

I also have a theory that the Senates are part of Briar Valley's land, like its been canonically said that they're the dead faes of Briarland, which makes think that their death is similar to the death of Conall from Maleficent 2, when Conall was buried, his body literally morphed to the land, which makes me think this is how the Senates used to be buried, when they die, they become one with the land, that's why you can't just remove them, when they are literally the Lands of Briar Valley,,,, get it lol

Though this is making me think that if this is the case then Maleficia's city,,, if the Senate's presence are the strongest there bcs that's where they're nearly buried, does that mean around Black Scale Castle is just lowkey a graveyard.... Is that why Halloween is special for Briar Valley bcs they have close ties/respect for the dead and Halloween is essentially about honoring the dead 😭✨

Off topic, but maybe the thorns part of the Draconia's staff may also tell about their age. Notice how Meleanor's staff has 3 twists which may tell that she's atleast 300~ years old, (if each twists signifies a century), while Malleus' staff only has one twist on its thorns which is accurate considering he's only 178 years old (one century).

If this is true, I'm kinda curious about Maleficia's staff... does that mean hers will be convered in thorns (she needs at least 7 twists (7 centuries~ and more) there on her staff 😭✨)

[etheries1015]

He finds you falling apart; in complete shambles, a sobbing mess.

Malleus

He isn't certain how to handle such strong emotions, he doesn't know what to do when he finds you sobbing in the garden. As the tears fall down your cheeks and you mutter apologies to the fae, All he can do is sit next to you and kindly offer his shoulder and words of comfort, waiting for you to calm down so he may ask what is causing your soul such misery.

He hopes you will communicate what it is he could do to assist you. If a hug is what you need, he shall provide. If silence is what you wish for, he will grant it as such. If you are in dire need of a distraction, he knows a place you will adore while he speaks about its history. He is not the type to simply assume what will help in this situation- he will awkwardly hover until you guide him to the best possible course of action.

You must expect to find new trinkets and shiny objects to come your way for the next week- he wants to make it abundantly clear he wishes for you to smile once more, and he hopes to achieve that by his little gifts.

"My dearest, what causes these tears to flow so heavy from your eyes? Whatever it may be, I shall be by your side and face it with you, for you needn't suffer alone. Now tell me, who do I need to confront for stealing your precious smile away from me?"

Lilia

Lilia had known the ins and outs of emotions fairly well. He could easily read people- you were no exception. He understands immediately if you need a hug, to be left in peace, or to be endlessly pampered. Upon hearing your painful wails of sorrow, he was quick to react.

Any attemps at apologizing to him for your sobs were fallen upon deaf ears. You were quickly chastised for those "sorrys" and were engulfed in his embrace, his hand stroking your hair or rubbing circles on your back gently with a tune of old escaping his lips. He had used this method for his inconsolable children in the past, and he found it just as effective for adults as well.

Even thanking the fae for being there for you was also quickly shut down. He insists that you need not thank or apologize to him for your tears, for you were important to him thus it was a requirement he be there in your time of misery. You felt comfortable talking to him about your woes, the red eyed fae listening intently whilst brewing you tea, setting up video games, or cooking you a meal (you didn't have much of the energy to reject this offer, he was doing it purely out of concern for your being. Crying takes a lot of of someone, he must do his due diligence and be certain you are properly sustained!)

"Ah...it pains me to see such tears. Remember, time moves forward, and you shall prevail past this little bump in the road, my little bat. Would you like to talk to me about it? I give good advice, if I do say so myself! Or shall we change the pace and play some games? I am not moving from this spot until you are smiling and laughing again!"

Kisses, cuddles, and comfort <3

[yaksha-lover]

The two of them were practically insatiable, the way they vied for your attention.

Malleus was more possessive, insisting and outright demanding every possible shred of affection he could squeeze from you. He wasn’t one to care about the fleeting fancies of others; they were certainly no threat to him. The only wandering eye he concerned himself with was your own, entreating you to fixate yourself on him. He didn’t desire so much to keep you locked away from others, only to keep you nearby. He trusted you, perhaps much more than Rollo did.

Rollo was more jealous. He preferred you to remain a pretty, untouched doll for him to gaze upon, and he became very angry when anyone wished to remind him that they could do the same. It was as though he feared if someone had even a drop of desire for you, you would be snatched from his arms into theirs. No matter how much reassurance you gave, his mistrust of the world never seemed to waver. So he clung firmly and fiercely to every scrap of you that he could manage.

Anything that could shatter Rollo’s illusion of what he believed you to be, virtuous and pure, was deeply unsettling to him - that included Malleus.

Unfortunately for him, he had no choice in sharing.

They both seemed to take a remarkable delight in your magicless status. Malleus saw it as another justification for your being perfectly created for each other - he was surely made so powerful in order to protect you. Rollo felt instead that you were something special, something to be preserved. Something he was lucky enough to stumble upon, with him being the only one worthy to touch you without tainting you.

He was especially bothered by Malleus’ influence on you, but there was naught for him to do but seethe and bide his time until the two of you could be alone. He would insist on ‘cleansing’ you after you’ve spent time with the fae, which just happened to include time spent on his lap, arms encircling you and forcing you to lay back against his chest as he murmurs quiet prayers. Were his hands to wander, it would only be spiritual guidance telling him where you’ve been debased and dirtied by that fae, where he needs to purify you with his own righteous touch.

When it came time for Malleus to find you again, Rollo was loathe to let you go. Malleus was unbothered by the other man’s temper tantrum, only focusing on you. He, too, was not keen on sharing, but knew it was for the best, at least temporarily.

In a way, the two needed each other. Rollo didn’t have Malleus’ magic power or status, as repugnant as it was to admit, and could not always guarantee your safety and closeness as he wished. Malleus had everything except for the charisma and acceptance that Rollo seemed to earn from others. A small enough obstacle, but one Malleus did not feel sure enough about to risk you over. Rollo was able to talk himself out of situations in a way that Malleus lacked, but you preferred it if he didn’t use his powers for such things. No, trusting Rollo to keep anyone from taking you away was an unpleasant but necessary choice for Malleus.

Malleus and Rollo were each biding the days before they could steal you away from the other, but for now, they seemed to exist in a temporary peace.

Keeping you safe and with them was perhaps the one thing they could agree upon.

[planchettewrites]

See You in September

Prince Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)/GN!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Prince Malleus Draconia thinks of only one person during his lonesome summer vacation: the Housewarden of Ramshackle.

CONTENT: Slight possessive behavior (very little), pining, slight reader description (very general desc.)

A/N: Oh, how I love 50's love songs! This song was inspired by "See You in September" by The Tempos. My last TWST fic was a hit, so I figured I'd write another. I hope you enjoy it; I had plenty of fun writing this.

1.1k words | Safe!

Prince Malleus Draconia looked outside his window in the Briar Valley Royal Palace. As his grandmother ruled the nation, his mind was clouded with thoughts of only one person: the Housewarden of Ramshackle. 

He wondered what you were up to, who you were with. Were you staying at the College with that dire beast, or maybe with one of your friends at their home? The Prince wishes he knew. He thought of your hair, how it frames your face and your effervescent smile. He considered how your kindness has shaped the school into a better and safer environment. He thought of your gentle humanness. He almost had no way to put it—being human was different from being fae. Yet, your humanness made you shine. It’s like how Silver’s humanity made him who he was, but for you, you were a different kind of human. You weren’t from Twisted Wonderland. Your humanness didn’t make you inherently magical in the sense that you could use magic, but it made you magical in the sense that your presence was magnetic.

Something about you stirred something in him. You made his heart beat faster and his breath hitch. You made his cheeks flush and made his mind race. At first, Malleus thought that you had cast a spell on him, but after talking with Lilia, the type of spell you cast was purely chemical. It was something that transcended all known logic. He was infatuated with you. Dare he say he was in love with you? 

He wondered if you thought of him the way he thought of you. He had given you a letter encouraging you to write to him, and if he was honest with himself, he was really, really hoping you’d write him back. He wanted to hear all about your summer. He wanted to know how you were spending your days and who you were spending them with. As much as he wished you were kept company, he also hoped it wasn’t just the ghosts and the meddlesome direbeast. If he indeed had its way, you would spend your summer here in Briar Valley, where it was relatively temperate. He knew Ramshackle’s air was something to be desired, so he had hoped you weren’t in discomfort with the weather. 

But what if you were with someone? What would you be doing with them? Malleus did not know what most “average” teenagers did. Most of the students of Diasomnia were far from average. Most were fae who lived in Briar Valley, and a good came from the nobility or were the children of members of parliament. He had heard some students in other dorms talk about their summer plans as he prepared to transport back to Briar Valley, and those plans involved places like beaches and vacations to lands they’d never been to. Is that what average teenagers do? To his knowledge, average teenagers did not sit in their castles and ponder what their object of affection was doing. 

He still remembers seeing you moments before the mirror and how rushed you seemed to see him. 

“Malleus!” you called, rushing over to the Mirror Room. 

“Yes, Child of Man?” he responded, a smile growing. Malleus had to admit he was excited to see you. He would have to go three whole months without seeing you—and although that was the blink of an eye for fae, it suddenly felt like a relatively long period of time. 

It was then a loud voice came from behind him. “Lord Malleus! You shan’t let his human address you without your royal title!” Sebek Zigvolt boomed. 

“Nonsense,” Malleus chided. “They are a friend, Sebek; they can address me however they see fit.”

Sebek huffed, gathering the rest of the luggage, and wandered off to find Silver and Lilia Vanrouge. Meanwhile, you skittered up to Malleus. 

“Oh, Child of Man, I have something for you.” Malleus dug into his breast pocket and found what he was looking for: a brilliant ivory letter. He handed it to you with a smile. “Read this when you have the time.”

You returned his smile. “Thank you so much, Malleus.”

“Now, what did you rush over here to tell me? What matter of tale will you weave for me today?” The Prince asked, his curiosity now piqued. 

“I wanted to wish you a good summer vacation, and I can’t wait to see you soon.” you got on your tippy-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Malleus!” Within seconds, you scurried away back to Ramshackle. 

For the first time in his life, the Prince was stunned into silence. However, it was a good kind of stunned. The type of stunned someone is when they receive a surprise present or when an old friend comes over without an invitation. Your ability to stupefy the Prince was astounding. 

Malleus touched his cheek, recounting the memory with a smile. It was like he could almost feel the kiss you placed. The more he thought about it, he loathed his royal duties. Must he be kept cooped up in a castle with nothing to do? It wasn’t often he was invited to the senate, nor was he invited to the gatherings the townsfolk held, so there he sat. Alone. 

His mind wandered back to something Lilia had said right after he had witnessed the small act of affection. Lilia said, “It seems the human returns your feeling, Lord Malleus.” Hopefully, you did. If you returned his affections, he would court you immediately. There was no purpose in not. He would make you his own for the rest of your life. The adjustment would be hard, but you had adjusted to Twisted Wonderland with relative ease, and he hoped that the same attitude you held adjusting to your school life would be the same as how you’d adjust to your life as a royal. 

How Malleus started counting the minutes and hours until he could see you again. Would he see you when school came back in session? His worst fear would be realized if Headmage Crowley had found a way to send you home. No, he wouldn’t allow you to go home to your world. He would do the entirely un-princely behavior of groveling on his knees and beg you to stay in this world. Malleus could already see poor Sebek attempting to pull Malleus to his feet, but when it came to his love, any groveling was a plausible behavior. 

Or worse, could he lose you to a summer love? There is danger in the summer moon above, and Malleus couldn’t stand to lose you to someone else. Who could it possibly be that he could lose you to? Would it be one of your underclassmen or maybe one of his fellow upperclassmen? Or what if it was a random civilian? Malleus wasn’t sure he could live with either option. He was barely half alive in his struggle to survive without you around him. 

For now, there was nothing he could do. He could only pray to the Great Seven that he would see you in September. 

[mysumeow]

──TENDERLY LOVED

Warnings: SMUT. afab genitalia, gender neutral pronouns. PIV unprotected sex, Malleus takes a dominant role throughout the smut, edging (reader receiving), overstimulation (reader receiving), cunnilingus. not proofread it is what it is.

Summary: Malleus loves your body tenderly, taking his time to pleasure you; unfortunately, there's just so much your human body can swallow.

Word count: 1.3k

If the most ancient of faes from Briar Valley knew their prince kneeled in front of a human’s parted legs to pleasure them…

You find your balance in the blankets by gripping them until it felt like the fabric was about to rip. Malleus’s unyielding hands keep your trembling legs separated for his voracious mouth and tongue.

The prince believed the tender pace he was performing between your thighs was purely loving, taking his time to prepare you for what was about to come—the truth was, it made you more desperate. It was beyond delightful—his tongue lapping up your juices and the way he would dig in his nails into you, but you felt like you were being edged. His tongue licked along the expanse of your lips, from top to bottom, alternating between sucking and thrusting inside.

You wished to close your legs around his head and urge him to go faster.

“Please, Malleus,” you cried, desperation for that sweet release that was just out of your reach. “Please, I need more,”

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” And he had the audacity to ask, knowing how your legs wobbled in his grasp. “My, from how much you’re quivering, I’d think I wasn’t going easy on you,” he licked his lips clean of your slick.

“It’s—It’s because when I’m about to...” Your voice wavered from embarrassment at the idea of having to explain to him that he was edging you without knowing. “You can go faster,”

“How?” He looked at you with inquisitive eyes, and you couldn’t discern if he was pretending to not know or if it was genuine curiosity. “I’d be delighted to learn how to properly treat my beloved,”

You wanted to turn around and hide your face in your pillow from timidity, and had you not been eager for that orgasm, you would’ve. Regardless, you slid your fingers inside yourself, showing him the pace you wanted him to follow. With your other hand, you rubbed your sensitive clit, your hips twitching. With a quick heartbeat that seemed to increase, your cheeks felt like they were aflame too. Your mind kept reeling back to the prince’s tongue in your cunt, your juices mixing with his saliva...

Almost losing yourself in the memory, you were about to cum until you felt him squeeze your thighs again.

“So that’s how you like it…” His hand pulled yours towards his mouth, taking your wet fingers inside and sucking on them, lapping up even in between your fingers. “Like that?”

Before you could answer, Malleus went back to placing his fingers inside, and thrust them. Repeating the same intensity with which he had sucked your fingers a few seconds ago, he did it on your clit. The sudden pleasure left you gasping. Malleus’s own reddened ears flicked as he took in every sound of pleasure you moaned and whined, his dick pushing up against the fabric of his pants.

Amidst your satisfaction, one of Malleus’s hands abandoned its place on your thighs to seek yours, interlacing each other while he brought you to an orgasm. His hand tightened around yours, keeping you in place as he made sure you rode all your release on his tongue.

The dragon fae was eager to continue and didn’t give you enough time to catch your breath before he moved on top of your disheveled self and kissed you. His fingers were still gliding in and out of you, Malleus’s hungry tongue slid against yours, further thickening that fog in your head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, caressing the base of his horns. The simple action earns you a groan from him. You sense some hesitancy from him about what he should do, and you position your legs around his hips, grinding down on his hard on.

You froze when you noticed something.

You were aware of Malleus’s particular bodily constitution below the belt, but just feeling it through his clothes made you wonder how big it was.

Malleus observed your wavering.

“Something’s wrong?”

You glanced at him and saw his eyebrows furrow in worry.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Malleus opened his mouth to question further, but you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips felt already tender from how often he grazed and teased them with his fangs, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it.

Malleus’s patience was going to be the bane of your existence. If Malleus could spend the rest of the night just pleasuring you and making you climax until you would lose count of how many times you did, he would—and that’s why you search for his belt to unbuckle it and pull his zipper down.

Hard, hot, and heavy, his dick slapped against his lower abdomen once bared. You can’t help but eye it up, thinking about how it's going to fit.

The tip slid in with minimum effort; from there on, his cock was thick and long. His size was far bigger than anything you’ve taken, your insides trying to accommodate it as much as you could—until it touched your innermost part.

And there were still an inch more yet to be stuffed in you.

Even if it didn’t hurt, you couldn’t believe you underestimated how sizable it was. You never imagined just how big a draconic fae could be down there.

You gripped Malleus's forearms, your words stuck in your throat in place of a whimper. His eyes were hazy from pleasure; your small body (in comparison to his large frame) was trying to fit as much of him as possible, and it still wasn't enough.

The prince pulled back and gave another experimental thrust to see your reaction. The hefty drag of his dick caused your chest to heave; torturously delicious, your legs went up to lock around him again.

Seeing as you were getting used to his size, he increased the tempo, watching for any sign of discomfort.

"You're doing so good," he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. "Next time, perhaps you'll be able to have it all,"

You placed your hand on his, teary eyes looking up at him. "I want it. Everything,"

"Take it easy," he kissed your cheek. "You can barely take it in, and yet you're asking for more," The lecherous gaze he sent you made your face's warmth intensify.

With a firm hold on your hips, he pulled your body against his, the back of your legs meeting his lap with each steady movement. His kisses moved from your lips towards your exposed neck, where he didn't hold back in marking. His fangs teased the sensitive flesh, sinking at a surface level and retracting when you thought he would bite.

You could feel his complacent grin against your skin. The fae had a playful, teasing side, after all.

You jolted the instant his hand dipped down to rub your clit, followed by Malleus's own sound of pleasure from how you tightened.

"Mal," you hugged him, your chest pressing against his. You panted, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm, his tip repeatedly touching your innermost sensible spot. His mouth is on yours, swallowing your trembling moans and gasps of delight.

The feeling of you cumming around him made him lose whatever restraint he had left. Your sex met his in a sloppy manner, and soon he came right after you. Malleus's strong arms tugged your body taut to his, filling you with copious amounts of cum.

When he pulled out, more of his release dripped from your overstimulated pussy. Malleus kissed lovingly down your navel, towards your lower abdomen.

You felt like your mind was spinning around after two hard orgasms, but your fae boyfriend didn't appear to be satisfied yet. You shuddered when he pushed what dripped outside back in with his fingers, a ravenous look observing you.

"You seem to have bewitched me, my beloved. I haven't had my fill yet," he bit on your thigh. "This time, I'll ensure everything fits…"

[lady-of-tearshed]

Do not disturb

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra Week 2024

@erisweekofficial

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: You and Eris get a little overexcited and decide to blow off some sexual tension in-between two meetings. Will the new High Lord manage to thoroughly please his wife and High Lady with barely half an hour? Let's hope so.

Word count: 728 words

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, impregnation kink, begging, praise kink

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 🤎

As soon as the doors had been closed, and everyone that had attended this finance meeting had exited the throne room, Eris pulled you up onto his lap.

Clothes flew to the ground, piling up here and there. One of your hands went to hold tight onto Eris’ shoulder while the other gripped onto his throne armrests as you sank down on him.

“Eris,” You whined, trying to push yourself down onto him despite his strong grip on your hips, keeping you steady. “Please,”

Eris purred against your neck, moving into you unbearably slowly. His tongue and teeth scraped against your skin, relishing on the idea that he had all of the time in the world to worship what was his.

“Patience, beloved,” He nipped at the skin of your neck, his cock twitching inside of you at every little gasp you make. “We have all the time in the world,”

“We're supposed to meet your emissary in half an hour-”

You were cut short by Eris' hips roughly slamming home, his fingers dug so hard into the flesh of your hips you knew it would leave marks. Your head tilted back from the intense sensations, but Eris fisted your hair and brought it back straight to force your eyes to stay on his.

“I don't see the issue there,” Eris answered, his eyes shining with pure Fae male arrogance. “I can thoroughly and properly fuck my mate with half an hour ahead of me,”

“What if–” You swallow thickly, trying to form coherent sentences and concentrate on something else than the sounds your bodies made as they collided restlessly. “We're going to get caught,”

“Then be so,” He slowed his pace, one of his hands tracing a path from your pelvis to your chest. His thumb gently grazed your right nipple. “It's not like we're doing something… naughty,”

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes, the mimic only fuelled Eris' desire.

“I'm being completely serious right now. We're technically fulfilling our duties,” His nose brushed against your cheek, taking in your addictive scent. “We're making an heir,”

“I'm sure this could be done in a bedroom,”

“Are you complaining, beloved?”

All you could do was shake your head from side to side as he hit that spot deep within you, again and again. Your bodies were sticking together from the sweat coating your skin. Eris magic was dancing all around you, little sparks of fire flickering in the throne room.

“Good. Then stop whining and ride my cock like a good girl,”

You obeyed, your vision started to fade to black. The coil in your stomach tightened as you did as Eris ordered, your quivering thighs moving you up and down on his cock, faster. The pace of his thrust was erratic.

“Eris- I'm going to-”

“I know,” He growled against your skin and nuzzled in the crook of your neck. His voice was barely over a whisper as he added, “Let go, my beloved. Come for me. I’m almost there, too,”

Time slowed, all of your muscles contracted, and your inner walls clenched around Eris as your orgasm rippled.

Eris gave a few more thrusts, more sloppy than the others, and roared against your skin when release rushed through him. He emptied himself inside of you, holding your hips tightly and tilting them to reach the deepest spot he could. You shivered at how exquisitely full and warm you felt in this moment, wishing you could just stay like this forever. But-

The door clicked open, and Eris snarl was animalistic. “Get out,”

“M-M-My apologies, High Lord,” the flustered emissary stuttered, “Should I come back l-later?”

You couldn't see Eris’ emissary from where you stood on Eris thighs, but you could smell and feel the raw terror through his voice.

“No,” Eris' arms tightened around your body. His teeth nibbled the skin of your jaw, and you could already feel him hardening again inside of you. “Not today,” He snapped at his emissary, clearly dismissing him.

The poor male didn't hesitate to run away with his tail between his legs. Eris’ attention returned to you completely as soon as the massive wooden doors shut.

A wicked grin was plastered on his lips, his cock, still buried deep inside of you, was already ready and hard with desire once again.

“Ready for another ride, High Lady?”

Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe @acotar-lover

[yan-lorkai]

https://www.tumblr.com/yan-lorkai/720655214474035200/good-evening-if-you-dont-mind-id-like-to-hear

Okay so what about this but the reader got a hysterectomy or got her tubes tied before they met without him knowing? How do you think the boys would react? Like let’s say they didn’t have the (new) surgery where you could transplant another woman’s uterus to get pregnant. What would they do if they found out she couldn’t get pregnant anymore?

☆ A/N: Interesting concept, I hadn't thought about it before :o. Wrote this for Malleus, Leona, Rook and Riddle. Let me know if you want a part 2 with other characters, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, pregnancy talk, hysterectomy, afab reader (no pronouns used).

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus would be indifferent - not because he doesn't want a child with you. But because it is still possible for you two to have a biological child without you necessarily being pregnant, as dragon fae eggs can only be brought to existence through pure love. Though not in the conventional way, your child will be born as he did once, hatching from an egg, nurtured with the love you both feel. But, in the scenario that this possibility also couldn't happen, he would be devastated. He really wanted to have a family with you and it's just not possible anymore. His dreams are shattered and he needs a moment to recompose himself, you can hear thunders for days on end. Deep within he wished he had met you earlier, that he could keep you from making this surgery. But what's done is done. Though he wonders, could he regrown your uterus with his magic?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is apathetic about it. It was not a priority as he liked having all your attention on himself, but even someone like him had imagined how your child would look like. Would they have your eyes and his smile? Either way, when you tell him that you got a hysterectomy due to health problems and couldn't get pregnant, he just kinda nods and goes on as if he hadn't heard that at all. It's not really a big deal to him. If you want a child so bad then you can always adopt one or two, even three or four.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is so dramatic about it. He write many melancholic poems in your honour for some reason, coming from a big family you figured he would be more shocked or something. But he is chill with the news, just affectionately annoying you and draping himself all over you. After all he knows he can still tie you to him even without a baby. However he does daydream about you, fuzzy face from sleep and with bed hair, holding your baby at night, singing to make them sleep. He kinda wishes it was possible though, he wanted to be with you through each and every stage of your pregnancy. A pity.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle is clearly unhappy with the news. Like, it is true that there are some diseases and syndromes that require partial or total removal of the uterus or cutting of the uterine tubes. Whatever your reason for having that surgery, Riddle respects that, he even asked you if you were suffering from something. But he still feels sad knowing that he won't be able to have children with you, though he will never tell you that to not burden you with his unnecessary thoughts. But it's noticeable, the way he sighs and stares at the wall for several minutes, or how happy he is when he can take care of his friends' children. It's obvious even. Every happy couple have a child but you two. So if you can't get pregnant, Riddle wants to adopt.

[moonyasnow]

Ok ok ok I just had a thought about Sebek and I NEED to share it.

Maybe I'm late to the party and everyone has already caught this same vibe, but if I don't say this I will burst.

I was reading Sebek's Outdoor Wear vignette, and I read this line:

"Well, Malleus IS a great man. Anyone else would certainly pale in comparison…"

And something just physcially hit me.

Sebek, half human half fae man with for sure some complicated issues in regards to internalized racism, is telling on himself. This is exactly how he feels. Like, of course we all know Sebek reveres Malleus, but I think it could be a thing of, Malleus is basically THE fae. While Sebek might also think (and honestly be right about thinking) that most people, Sebek included, pales in comparison to Malleus's abilities, I actually think that in his heart, it's more of a race-related thing than he realizes.

He wants to be more like Malleus, wants to be around him, is so enamoured with him to the point of obsession, for the same reason he calls other humans 'human'; as though to distance himself from the very notion that he, too, could be human at all.

He holds Malleus up as a symbol because to Sebek, that is what he is. The pure essence of 'fae-ness', if there could be such a thing. And so it seems to me like some part of him, conscious or not-- though probably not, I don't see Sebek as the type to want to think deeply about these sorts of things— thinks or feels that if Malleus approves of him, then other fae will, too.

As though Malleus' approval could somehow erase the human blood in his veins that he seems to ashamed of. Or at least make other fae overlook it. Forgive it.

It's a mix of both. He truly does revere Malleus, seeing him as a representation of everything he wishes he could be: fae. Accepted by other fae. And he's going to be the future fae king's #1 supporter so that all fae will know just how fae HE— Sebek Ziegvolt— is.

Like I said, I definitely don't think Sebek himself has really reflected on this at all, but the more I learn about him, the more obvious it seems to me

[hanafubukki]

Summary: Malleus wishes Silver a Happy Birthday.

Time has always moved differently for the fae. It was a concept he always struggled with.

And yet, time seemed to have slowed down yet quickened in a way that Malleus was never used to after meeting a silver-haired baby.

Malleus can’t exactly recall when this phenomenon started.

Maybe it was the day Lilia flung the baby at him? When he looked at the crying bundle and hummed his mother’s lullaby?

He knew time moved steadily from that moment on, flowing through his fingertips in a way he had not noticed before.

That baby grew, and his weight increased.

The baby continues to grow along with the amount of saliva and other liquids that soaked Malleus. The seamstresses would faint if they ever knew what transpired on his clothes.

Eventually, Silver spoke words and greeted him with a smile as bright as the sun.

Time passed.

Silver learned magic. The pride in his eyes the first time he manifested it had Malleus feeling the same.

Malleus remembers the time he taught Silver and Lilia to dance. Swirls of magic danced on his fingertips as he played a tune and instructed them. Oh how fun that was.

Time continues to slip by.

Malleus remembers the days he would watch Silver and Sebek train.

The day he chose them as his knights. The looks on their faces made it worth it-another way to keep them close by always.

Malleus recalls, before blot and magic took control and emotions unfolded, how silver hair and determined eyes preached against such dreams and their wrongness, how no one wanted it, least of all him and Lilia.

Malleus sees these same eyes.

So bright and pure.

Colors changing like the facets of jewels.

Malleus remembers these eyes, the eyes of the babe, who dared to cry in his arms. The one who cried to him out on a snowy day, feeling as useless as he.

Malleus smiles, bringing a hand up to those very eyes.

Wiping crystal-like tears away as he used to do to the babe, consoling him as he had done not so long ago.

Breathe.

Just a bit more.

A splash of red on white leaves him aching, he hadn’t meant to tar such purity.

Tears continue to flow despite his efforts, from these very eyes.

Holding him tightly, speaking to him. Desperately.

More expressive than Malleus had seen him be in a while.

Ah.

Malleus wishes he could hear him.

But the clawing darkness prevents it.

So Malleus smiles, proud as ever of the one before him; using what strength he has left to speak words he desperately wants to say.

My Light that guided me through the darkness.

My Loyal Knight.

Thank you for saving me.

“Happy 18th Birthday, Silver.”

Darkness.

Happy Birthday, Silver 💚💕🌷

I love you🥰🌺

[faithisyours]

Asleep in the Library | Drabble

Azriel x Fem!reader

Summary: Azriel finds you asleep in the library, so he takes you to bed

Warnings: none really, reader and Az are mated, pure fluff

Word count: 900

A/N: Hello brethren I’m back with some Az fluff that will hopefully rot your teeth. I hope you all are doing well. Anyway, enjoy!

It had been a long day. You had dragged yourself through meeting after endless meeting, only wanting one thing. You had started a new book last night, and it was good. Really, really good. All you wanted to do was curl up in the library and continue reading. The weather was perfect for it, rainy and cold, with no chance of letting up soon. It was like the Mother knew all you wanted to do was read, and she taunted you with the ideal weather for it. But your duties came first.

Finally after hours and hours of listening to Rhys yap, you were free. You grabbed your book from your room and made your way to the library, stopping briefly in the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The library was the ideal place to read. Soft leather couches around a blazing fireplace, with windows big enough to see Velaris and experience the weather without having to be in it. It was perfect. You curled yourself into one of the couches and got to reading.

Your book was so good, but those meetings had taken their toll, and eventually you couldn’t help but nod off, soothed to sleep by the pitter-patter of rain. And this was how Azriel had found you, curled on the couch, your half-drunk cup of tea gone cold. The book you had been reading was about to slip from your fingers, and there was a shadow of goosebumps dusting your skin.

Azriel had come into the library looking for a new book to read, but when he found you, his mate, he stopped short. He didn’t want to wake you and tell you to come to bed, although it was getting pretty late, but instead grabbed a thick blanket off the side of another couch and pulled it over you. He also gently pulled the book from your hands, in fear it would soon fall and the noise would wake you up, and marked the page you were on.

Satisfied with what he had done, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead and turned to go find a new book. But you had stirred slightly, and reached out a hand and grabbed his wrist right as he had turned to leave. You pulled him back towards you, although weakly, but he complied.

“Whatime issit?” you slurred sleepily.

“Nearly 10:30 at night, my love,” he replied.

“Welll, why'd you leme sleep s’long?” you asked, starting to wake a bit more.

“I didn’t know you were down here, darling.” he said, crouching down in front of you. You grunted in response.

“Take me to bed, Az,” you wined, shifting onto your back to get a better look at him.

“As you wish,” he replied, and scooped you up. He also grabbed your book from where he had put it on the coffee table, and made his way to your rooms.

He set you down gently on the soft linen sheets of your shared bed and turned to go get changed into his pajamas. You opened your eyes just enough to see your mate through the open door of the bathing chamber. He was shirtless, his tanned tattooed skin gleaming in the fae light, his sleeping pants hanging low on his hips. You opened your eyes a bit more to get a better look.

He caught you staring, giving you a sly smile. He walked back into your bedroom and leaned over you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. “Are you not going to change,” he asked, an eyebrow arching.

“I’m too tired,” you said half-heartedly, “can you do it?”

“Of course, my love,” he replied smoothly. He went over to your dresser and opened the top drawer, then proceeded to rifle through it until he found what he was looking for. He shut the drawer and turned to you, presenting one of his shirts that you stole and now occasionally sleep in. He always acts mad that you stole the shirt, but you know he loves it when you wear it.

He walked back over to you and sat on the side of the bed, then gently pulled you to sit up. He dragged your shirt up and over your head while you lifted your arms for him. And then he leaned close, arms going around to your back, as he unhooked your bra and pulled it off you. He gave you a small kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

He replaced the garments he just took off with the stolen shirt, then moved on to your bottom half. He took your socks off first, making sure to put them in the hamper that sat in the corner of the room, then unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down your legs.

You lie there in a state of in between sleep and awareness, admiring your mate taking care of you. Finally your pants came off, which made Azriel’s job done. He got up, walked around the room turning the lights off, then crawled into bed next to you. You cuddled into his side, already half asleep from earlier, and drifted off to the sight of Azriel reading your book in the soft glow of fae light next to him.

[etheries1015]

In memory of the Apology Mug Story (and because I walked past a super old building recently; guess what it had on the facade)

Reader who knows how to carve rocks into specific forms and is very skilled in it makes Malleus a gargoyle for his birthday. He's so happy he ends up accidentally confessing his love to them.

Bonus points if that was Lilia's idea because he got tired of seeing them dance around each other and wanted things to happen already

This is really cute <3 for those who aren't certain what the apology mug story is; the link to that is Here!

A special birthday present for our favorite draconic prince <3

Being in Ramshackle with a limited amount of entertainment (being unable to afford many electronics) you had to resort to other forms of entertainment. Reading, cooking, sewing, board games, long walks outside, musical instruments, and your most recent of endeavors; rock carving. You had learned a few things here and there from Malleus, he was an avid crafter of gargoyles within his club and was more than happy to teach you a thing or two. Although most of your attempts seemed to fail in his eyes, you were actually secretly incredibly skilled at this. You were leaving your skills to set up a surprise present for the fae for his birthday; January 18th.

It wasn't hard to figure out what you were planning on doing for his birthday, Malleus was incredibly easy to read. Although money was scarce for you, using your skills to handmake something would be much more worth receiving than any amount of money could pay for. At least, that's what Malleus had said when you inquired what he would like at his celebration.

"A present is not necessary," He told you with a graceful smile, "Bring yourself, and your smile. That is enough for me." ...you were not going to take that as the final verdict, thus began your journey to create a gift he was surely going to enjoy.

His birthday came upon you, and your gift was finally completed. You did not hesitate to rush over to Diasomnia for the celebration, bringing over two things; A homemade ice cream cake, and your gift box. The cake was pretty much the start of Malleus's excitement, ice cream cakes exist?! It wasn't common in Twisted Wonderland much to your surprise, so sharing your handmade cake with his enjoyment of icecream implemented already sent him over the moon. The joy that was written all over his face was the easiest text to read, soon pouring out of his mouth in a theatric novel after unwrapping his second gift from you- two gargoyles. They were miniature and made for décor less than actual function, however, his excitement seemed to explode off the tip of his tongue.

His bright green eyes were sparkling, his mouth ajar, and a blush painted across his pale cheeks.

"It's us! See, one has your horns and the other-" Malleus immediately wrapped you into his embrace, much to the protest of Sebek nearby, yet the smiles of amusement of Silver and Lilia quickly hushed the student. It seemingly seemed the words held inside had burst at the seams, and Malleus had begun setting free the things he had been eager to share for some time now.

"I am in pure infatuation with you," Malleus blurted out, "I have not received a gift so heartfelt and beautiful," it almost sounded like he was holding back tears of happiness.

"Two gargoyles representing you and I, shall I take this as a declaration that you wish to be my pair?" He did not await your response, the tall fae was already shooting off at the mouth. "I reciprocate. Your beautiful craftmanship will forever be my treasure, next to you, of course." You could not hide the clear redness from your face, and the dumb smile that planted permanently at his sudden confession.

"it's about time!" Lilia laughed, "Now, let us celebrate not only our prince's birthday but also the union between these two lovebirds!" Malleus pulled away from the hug and smiled again at the gargoyles you intricately designed, turning to face his dormmates.

"Yes, let us resume the festivities. We shall celebrate all night long, this will be a birthday well worth remembering. Come now, my dearest." Setting down the Gargoyles in a safe place, he grabbed hold of your hand dragging you into the joyful celebration <3

Happy birthday, Malleus!!

[flos-obsessivus]

Okayyy time for a more sweet ask! How would the boys react to Gift/Mirror being a pianist creating a song just for them? A song complimenting them, what they like about them, how much they love them so much, and how they wish to be together forever with them. After they finish with this heartwarming song, they look at said person with such a pure and bright smile, slowly walk up to them and hug them with all their might while sealing their lips with such a long yet loving kiss. <3

Oh sweet thing, Lilian would use that song for your marriage, first dance, and for the rest of your lives. He'll secretly learn how to play the piano just to make his own song that's about you.

Maleficus would absolutely adore that. Like Lilian he would make his own song for you, not with a piano but with wind instruments and even with an ocarina, this man will create a whole orchestra just for you. Every time there is a fae celebration, both of you would always have the first dance and a song that is a mix of yours and his will be played all the time.

Ivory doesn't like sharing the song, so the only person who'll really hear it is him. He's such a brat though that if there is a song that even resembles a little bit to the song that you made, he'd make sure to destroy every piece of sheet music and people who could play that 'fake' song.

Severin falls in love even deeper once you play it to him, and would even ask you to play the piano in general. Since that song you made in particular is special, he believes that it should also be played during special moments. Though he always asks you to play it for him whenever he feels stressed and alone so that he would feel your love for him through music.

[fever-fluff]

Home

Azriel is lost, and cannot seem to find his way home, and it's tearing him apart

word count: 1.1k

Part II

Azriel is spiralling. He had convinced himself he was of equal standing with his brothers, but the past few years has proven otherwise. Three sisters for three brothers, that was what he had convinced himself of, and had seemed to be what Elain had wanted. But the bond he was so convinced was wrong, the bond he was so sure that would break apart as soon as the Cauldron had realised its mistake and weaved one between the two of them instead, never waivered.

And now, he sits opposite that of the woman he is so sure he loves, is the one from him, as she rips his already fractured heart in two. She's crying, and there's no part of Azriel that finds any satisfaction in it, no matter how much he wishes he could. She is the one doing this, choosing Lucien over her. But he cannot blame her.

For a time, they seemed to be happy, even if there were those around him that didn't approve. Lucien had accepted Elain's choice without anger or betrayal, and had wished she could find the happiness in Azriel that she could not seem to find in him.

It was Rhysand and Cassian, the males he called his brothers for centuries now, who had been angry for Lucien. Both of them understood a pain like that - both having to watch as their mates found solace outside their arms for a while.

it had taken weeks of coaxing from Nesta and Feyre for them to even look at him, but whether it was for their sister's benefit or his, he wasn't so sure.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and Azriel found himself the happiest he had ever felt, but it seemed the ever observant spymaster began to miss details. He lost himself in that feeling, not realising the person he found it in was not following down the same path.

It had taken Elain five years to admit her mistake, nothing in the eyes of a fae's long lifespan, but to Azriel he felt like he'd lost centuries.

And now, he watches the world he so sorely craved crumble at his feet with a measly few words.

"I'm sorry, Azriel.... I've hurt so many people because of this. I wanted someone who never should have been mine, while carelessly leaving the male made for me behind."

Azriel had thought his heart had cracked all those years ago when he realised he'd never have Mor in the way he wanted to, but he felt it now. That large, hollow crack that vibrated down the very centre, tearing every string that had slowly began to knit itself together without caring if he could ever mend it again.

He couldn't hear the rest of what Elain said over the cotton in his ears, didn't rise to see her out as she got up and left through the door.

He knows, he knows Lucien hasn't done this, that this is purely Elain's choice. The youngest Vanserra hasn't been seen since Elain had chosen Azriel, off on the continent somewhere with no contact and no sign of ever coming back.

his shadows swirl around him, the thickest they'd been in months. They had never truly gotten used to Elain's presence, and her timidness towards them had Azriel sending them off without a care if it had made her more comfortable. Now, the wrap around him, twisting and turning as if trying to find the ache that their master seemingly has, but finding no open wound.

He takes whatever comfort he can find in them. His shadows have been the only thing that has ever truly been his, no fear of someone ever taking them away from him, being better than him. He is the Night court's Shadowsinger, there is no one else who can fill that role.

And so, Azriel grasps onto that thread and tugs so hard it will either break or rip his hand where it sits. Rhysand cannot find enough problems for him to fix, Cassian refuses to spar more than usual, and his spies have begun to disappear when he is around, leaving their findings in reports he pours over meticulously. He's barely eating, most definitely not sleeping, but he hasn't had to feel the affects of what had happened with Elain.

It's only a matter of time when it fails, Fae are strong, but not indefinitely. It isn't when everyone expects it though.

if not for Cassian, who had watched his brother go down like a rock does when dropped into a pool of water, steady and unmoving, no one would have seen the spymaster hit the treeline so hard they'd ripped his wings to shreds as they lay spread out and lax.

Had waking up been optional, Azriel would have decided against it. Rhysand looked at him with so much pity in his eyes that he had to turn away, Feyre sat at his window, refusing to even acknowledge he was awake.

"You're on leave indefinitely, you're no help to yourself, never mind the rest of us, in the state you're in." Rhysand's words had cut him deeply. His mind swirling as he realised he wasn't good enough to hold the position he'd cherished for centuries. But what could he say against it unless he tried to lie? So he remained silent, eyes downcast as Rhysand went on.

"I'm sending you to the continent, away from -" he didn't need to finish. "With Mor's work, we've made a few connections, and you can stay and figure out for yourself what you need to do."

Azriel looked to Feyre, who had finally moved from the window and stood close to the side of his bed, beside her mate. "Az, please understand, we're worried for you, and this could do you some good."

He scoffed. They had each other to lean on, he had no one - never had anyone to call home. And now they were sending him away from the one place he could pretend to feel like it was. He'd lost the female he loved, and had now lost everything that made him who he was. Why should he even bother...

But the look on Rhysand's face told him he'd order it if it came to it. His brother may always wish those he loved had a choice, but he was still High Lord first, and what Azriel was doing wasn't something he could let slip without repercussions.

He'd go to the continent, spend however long necessary it took to convince his family that he was fit to come back, and he'd hide the despair better. Hide from them all and spend whatever time he could with them before it consumed him whole.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "I thought you were going home for Christmas." - "Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone."

Pairing: Silver x Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

Silver paced up and down his room. The clacking of his boots soft and controlled, he walked from one side to the other, while a pair of garnet eyes watched him closely.

Lilia leaned back against the headboard, hand gently stroking the little sparrow that had flown in earlier to sit on Silver's desk. The tiny bird and the ancient fae watched the human boy pace patiently; the bird unaware of the reason behind his anxiousness, the fae finding amusement in it.

Silver took one look at the digital clock sitting on his desk, then continued his steps. Click clack, click clack, click clack-

The door opened, and both father and son looked towards it. Malleus entered the room, closing the door behind him with a carefulness that seemed at odds with his intimidating stature. The carefulness of a being far too powerful to be careless.

Silver looked up at the fae prince. Verdant gaze met auroral eyes, and with a shake of his head, Malleus replied to the wordless question he could see in Silver's eyes.

"They declined my offer."

Silver seemed to deflate at his words, sitting down onto his bed with a frown pulling at his lips. Lilia raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to look at Malleus better. "Oh?"

Malleus nodded, sitting next to Silver, his head turned in Lilia's direction to answer him.

"The Child of man thanked me for inviting them to Briar Valley, but said that they wished not to impose on us. I could not change their mind."

Turning to the youngest in the room, he whispered, "My apologies, Silver."

Silver shook his head, "No need to apologize, Malleus. I know you must have tried your best."

Lilia looked at the young boys in front of him. Both of whom looked very down about your refusal to visit their land. Lilia knew you meant no harm, that you merely wanted to have them enjoy their holidays without taking on the role of a gracious host to a guest. But while he was privy to knowledge of how your mind must have been working when you turned Malleus down, he was also too invested in what steps Silver would take to actually tell them that.

Ah, young love. So precious and pure... and entertaining, he thought to himself as he watched Silver deliberate on Malleus' words till he physically could before yet another one of his sleeping spells caught up to him.

Bundled up in your favorite blanket in front of the merry fire that danced in the fireplace and warmed the entirety of Ramshackle, you finished the last bit of homework Professor Crewel had assigned over the holidays. Finding your days far too free, since your friends had already left for their homes, you decided to get your sizeable portion of homework done before inevitably having to lend a helping hand to Grim, who was currently busy snoring away.

The dorm was quiet, save for the soft snores emanating from where Grim lay on the sofa, one paw leaning off the side. Even the ghosts had decided to keep a low profile, sleepily shuffling along somewhere in the dorm. The air felt like a comforting hug, lulling you into peaceful relaxation.

One that was quickly shattered by the ringing of the bell. You frowned in confusion as you sat straight, gently coaxing Grim who had startled at the sound back to sleep much like a mother with their child, before getting up to check who was at your door. As you walked to the door, your glanced over to the clock.

7:30 p.m., it read, and you hummed. Who could it be?

Twisting the doorknob, you opened to find Silver, one of his hands outstretched to ring your bell again, his other hand behind his back. He froze when he made eye contact with you, hand hovering in the air awkwardly for a few moments before dropping to his side.

"Prefect," he breathed out, his breath fogging in the chill that was synonymous with the evenings nowadays. "Silver..?" You said, words soft as you take a step toward him, a shiver running down your spine. Your cheeks darkened slightly as you gave him a smile.

Dressed in a rather simple dark green coat with a black turtle-neck and black pants, Silver looked as though he had walked out of a fashion magazine. The scarf around his neck was grey and quite obviously a handmade one. You could easily guess whose handiwork it was to be so proudly presented on the silver-haired boy, who was currently peering down at you with his silver eyelashes dusted with snowflakes.

"Oh, I'm so stupid, I should've asked you to come in," you mumbled before ushering him in, and Silver gave you a fond smile. Closing the door behind him, you looked at him properly as Silver removed his coat.

"So... what are you doing here? I thought you were going home for the holidays?"

"Well, I couldn't leave you all alone."

Your heartbeat sped as you looked up at the silver-haired boy, cheeks tinted with the slightest bit of colour at his sweet words. You let out a chuckle, missing the way Silver's eyes seemed to soften.

"I'm not alone, y'know? I have Grim and the ghosts to keep me company," you smiled, and Silver couldn't help himself. His hand reached to hold the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. You flushed at the gentle touch, looking up at him with a question in your eyes.

"And what if I am alone? What if I need your company?" He asked, words so soft that they might as well have never been spoken. You wondered if he even meant for you to hear them. Heart beating in your chest so fiercely that you worried it may burst out, you asked, "Are you upset that I turned down Malleus' invitation?"

Silver was silent for a few minutes. "Perhaps a little," he admitted bashfully. "I do not want you to feel obliged to visit Briar Valley, but... I cannot help but want to show you the place where I grew up. The place which helped shape me into who I am today."

"When you say it like that.... how am I supposed to tell you no?" You asked, shaking your head with a smile. Silver's eyes widened as his lips stretched into a slight smile. "Are you...? I mean, would you...?"

"Fine, since you asked so nicely," you playfully sigh, "I'll come visit Briar Valley with you. But Silver, you need to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Next time, just ask me directly, you dork."

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