#obsessed malleus

[roseapov]

Your gaze

King Malleus x GN!Reader

Tw: mentions of obsession and implied harming of others

Povtober 2023, Day 6 [Masterlist]

It was the coronation day in the Briar Village. Coronation of their future king, Malleus Draconia.

Many authorities, and royal families were invited to this historical event. He gazed at every of the partying nobles from his throne, above them all. His most loyal retainers, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, and Sebek Zigvolt, standing at his sides for his protection, even though he could overpower them all in a matter of seconds.

This event was also greatly feared by humans from all across the world, which made all the fae's even more proud. The view of humans shaking in their boots gave them a sick satisfaction.

Even the newly crowned Fae King had to admit, that seeing humans shaking in fear at his power also gave him the same sick sense of satisfaction, and he greatly enjoyed it.

Especially that one human in the corner, who was fiddling with their fingers. He was watching them for quite some time now, his eyes unable to leave their smaller form. Since coming here, they never raised their gaze, not even once, and the King found himself being drawn to this human.

With a few of his words, he already saw his advisor, Lilia, walking towards you. He smirked slightly and smugly at the sight, and yet even when his retainer talked to you, you still haven't lifted your gaze.

When Lilia finally took you before the throne, before Malleus, only then you decided to lift your head and look at him. The dragon fae, becoming awestruck, not being able to utter a single word.

It was you.

You, the person from his dreams. The person who was always with him, whom he was sure he would never meet. The very person he cherished, even if there was a chance that you didn't exist in the same world, till now that is.

He immediately stood from his throne, alarming many, guests, staff and the guards. Moving so fast that, you couldn't understand nor see what was going on, you found yourself in his embrace, straddling him.

You instantly flushed at the King's bold action, as everyone was watching you two now. To avoid having to see everyone staring, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Which gave you even more attention, as the man you're straddling responded with a low pleased growl.

Everyone was extremely shocked at the happenings before them, but when Malleus exchanged a look with Lilia, who immediately got the message, started to stop the crowd from staring at the two of you. Everyone instantly lowered their gazes, just like you did before, scared to look up again.

'Look at me again' A deep voice echoed in your ears, a command, as you slowly looked up with the help of his 2 fingers under your jaw. When your eyes met you got crushed by the feelings his gaze held. An intense longing, with an enormous amount of love and devotion.

He finally has you in his grasp, and he won't let you go. He supposes he can spare that family of yours that was hiding you all this time, but only if you're gonna beg for it. After all, he is merciful enough, doing everything for your sake.

But one thing is for sure, this dragon wasn't so happy in a long time.

I'm gonna say it again BUT writing for Malleus is so satisfying. I wrote a fic way longer than intended but oh my, it came out so good. I'm so proud of this one 🦚

I hope you can enjoy it as much as I do, See you soon💚

~roseapov

[egophiliac]

IF YOU GO NOW TO SILVER'S PROFILE IT SHOWS "SILVER VANROUGE" I AM!!! NOT OKAY!!! WAUGH

OH MY GOD 😭

like...it wasn't even just "oh we'll call you Silver Vanrouge now", they just straight-up made the adoption official, under the statute of Malleus Says So. he's legally recognized as Lilia's kid! I'm so happy for them!

this may take some getting used to though

[fearmeeeee]

Meeting my god

[ventique18]

Notice how he changes his stance every year and appears to be increasingly impatient. That's because he can't wait to meet his Yuu. 🙏 He's been trying extremely hard not to outright steal the others' Yuus for himself.

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[blueastrum]

Chicken wing boy malleus doodle…………

[suntails]

governance

[ryllen]

I was just THINKING OF HOW ANNOYING Sebek is, H O N E S T .

[oddberryshortcake]

Not to be annoying, but it's still crazy to me how people will still write Silver off as a 'nothing' or boring character when he has some of the craziest lore any twst character has had so far.

How do you see a character that is the prince of a fallen kingdom and the biological son of Briar Valley's worst enemy (and murderer of Malleus's parents) spelled to sleep for 400 years, raised by fairies and possessing princess-like traits of beauty and friendship with animals, and someone who is one of the nicest people in NRC, as nothing.

How is that nothing to you 😭 Every character in twst genuinely has something really interesting going on, it's what I love most about the game

[spacespheal]

I also want to put my hand inside a spotted hyena's mouth

[egophiliac]

hear me out

silver vanrouge ❌️

silver draconia ✔️

malleus beats lilia to the punch

[mikaazune]

Created 3/7/2025

ᓚᘏᗢ `` Muse `` ᗢᘏᓗ

⭑.ᐟ Malleus Draconia

... gn!reader

⭑.ᐟ Reader is a painter employed by the Draconia family.

⭑.ᐟ Dark romance, stalking, obsession, worshipping if you squint.

⭑.ᐟ I originally was going to make this fluffy, but then my mind took a different route. I might make a fluff version if I feel so inclined. Not proofread by the way.

You adjusted your paintbrush in your fingers, humming to yourself. You glanced around the side of your easel. You were sat in an unoccupied courtyard on one of the less commonly traveled sides of the school. It was the perfect spot to paint: rays of unbroken sunshine bathed the lush plants in their light, and the small marble fountain in the center was topped with a chiseled white statue — of what was anyone's guess. You'd managed to capture all of these factors quite well with your paints, but still the centerpiece remained unfinished.

Your eyes caught his bright green ones and you ducked back behind the safety of the large easel. You knew he'd seen your cheeks flush. Shaking your head, you got back to work. Your hands worked quickly, your strokes blending into inky black and midnight hair, eyes shining in shocking hues of emerald and shamrock. You normally took your time during your painting sessions, but it was lunchtime and it wouldn't last forever. Soon, scores of students would flood the school's halls, distrupting the quiet atmosphere. In those moments, you found yourself missing the relative quiet of Briar Valley, where you could find some hill to set up your equipment and paint however long you liked. But, you reminded yourself, you weren't in Briar Valley now, so the hour-long periods of your alloted lunch would have to do.

"I'm done," you said, setting your brush and palette down on the bench beside you, careful to keep the bristles from touching the surface. You picked up your now finished portrait and, holding it by the top with your fingers hooked underneath, turned it around. Malleus' eyes lit up with delight as he looked at it, a pleased smiling gracing his features. You could see two small pointed teeth poking out from behind his lips. "It's wonderful," he complimented, still engrossed in the details. You could see his gaze slowly traveling up and down your work attentively. Then, the bell clanged, signalling the end of the lunch period. Malleus snapped out of his stupor and straightened up. "Your artistic talent is envious, Y/N. Unfortunately, it seems our time together has been cut short." You nodded in agreement as you packed up your brush and palette — you'd wash them later.

You didn't share your own opinion about your work to the fae. It was... ugly. Not the contents of it. No, what the portrait depicted wasn't the problem; neither was the quality or your skill. You couldn't describe it. The closest you could come to describing the itch in the back of your mind, that insatiable, unachievable itch was that it wasn't enough. Nothing you painted ever quite satisfied you, it just never looked right. But you kept your thoughts to yourself. You forced a hopefully neutral expression onto your face and waved goodbye to Malleus.

You let out a small sigh of contentment. You slowly combined together two seemingly identical colored paints. They'd long since gone past named colors, the closest ones to describe them were black. But they weren't just black. See? That one had the faintest tinge of green, but the darkness of it swallowed it up like ink. You picked up your thinnest brush and dipped it into this new color, then applied it to your newest masterpiece. The background was boring, just blended splashes of color that blurred into each other so that you couldn't tell where one ended and where the other began. But the focal point, the highlight of your painting, was anything but.

This piece was special. It finally dulled that itch in your mind, an invisible hand that ripped right through your head and deep inside your brain to tear at that little spot deep inside. After all your dismal years of painting, of frustrations hidden by tightly clenched fingers as other praised your works, you truly felt satisfied. You remembered what it was that you'd felt when you first picked up a paintbrush — that burst of creative energy. You could paint anything in the world! You smiled to yourself, each stroke making your art piece more beautiful than the last.

Malleus stood by a wall, his head craned up to observe a gargoyle high atop one of Diasomnia's walls — he'd personally had it installed just a few months prior. You observed from afar. You reasoned that he'd look more stiff if he were to be aware of you painting him, so it'd be best not to tell him. That was the problem, you had concluded. When people knew they were being painted — or photographed for that matter — they became like an object in the background. Their posture changed, bearing a closer resemblance to a mannequin in a storefront rather than a person. They always seemed so fake compared to candid depictions. And that's all you were doing, just doing a candid painting. Maybe you were hiding, but that was just so he wouldn't spot you. He'd go fake, and then your work would be ruined.

You leaned back slightly and glanced around, though you weren't really sure what for. Lilia had gone off to meet Kalim and Cater for some club meeting, you'd seen Sebek enter his room some half hour before, and Silver was probably passed out somewhere swarmed by bats or whatever nocturnal creatures resided around the castle. You returned your focus to the task at hand You slowly added texture to Malleus' horns, making sure to add that sheen of mint green at their tips. Once you'd finished, you made your way back to his outfit, which was the last part before you were finished. The dark seaweed green of his shoulder plate began to take shape, and with a fine brush, you detailed the thorny vines that were engraved into its surface. Your hands shook. Everything had to be perfect, you couldn't mess this up. Your hand, as if with minds of their own, breezed through the rest of his attire. The points of the silver spools provided a challenge, and getting the proper sheen on his boot's heels was an interesting dilemma, but you took your time.

Masterpiece now completed, you shook your hand to relieve the tension and ache in your wrist and fingers. No one ever said painting was easy. Scooping up your things, you hurried to carry your precious cargo back to the safety of your room. You received a few odd looks as you scurried back to your dorm room, but you brushed them off.

So maybe your methods were a little deceptive. But it's not like anyone would see this painting. No, you'd keep this one hanging on a wall, safe and sound in your room. You swiftly had your newest work hanging from a nail on an open area of your wall.

Soon, it was like an addiction. Once you'd gotten a taste of the freedom from that ceasless itch, you had to do it again. You spent more time that you'd ever admit observing him from various places, paint practically spewing into the canvas as you worked. You were the artist and he was your muse.

Another thing you'd discovered. A muse. Everyone good artist had their muse. Albeit their muses might be a little more in the know of their status, but that just made the end results more ugly. No, better to keep your muse ignorant. He had, once or twice, noticed you. Those days, you'd had to hurriedly scrap whatever you'd been working on and you'd have to paint flowers or whatever scenery was around. Not that any wilting rose was comparable to your muse. You happily handed your more unsavory, undesirable works to Ruggie, who undoubtedly would turn around and sell them for his own profit. But you didn't care about them, so he was welcome to do what he liked. Once they were out of your sight, you couldn't care if they burned. After all, they didn't depict Malleus.

Your room had undergone a drastic change in decoration. The walls were covered in your canvases and sketches, and when the walls ran out of space, easels began to take over the corners. You recognized that you were far off of the deep end, so to speak, but strangely, you didn't care. All that mattered was that itch. Luckily no one stepped foot in your room. You'd set that boundary when you'd first stepped foot inside on your first day, your intentions blissfully innocent back then, but now you were glad that you had. No one could see how far you'd spiraled.

Your... situation didn't prevent you from leading a relatively normal life. It certainly made sure that you missed almost every major social event the school threw, but that was fine. Malleus didn't attend those either. Aside from them, you didn't miss out on much. You rarely adventured outside of the companionship of your Diasomnia crew anyways.

"Y/N, do you want me to get you something to eat?" Silver asked, standing beside you at the group's usual lunch table. You nodded, pretending to be focused on a sketch you were working on. The drawing was a classic, some random assortment of fruit in a bowl. Dreadfully boring for you, while to the untrained, unartistic eye, it looked like you were putting in some effort. But it didn't scratch that itch. You shook your head, momentarily forgetting about it as you looked up, your gaze locking with Malleus' who sat opposite of you. Lilia yammered about his day to no one in particular beside you, while Sebek, forced to sit with Ace, Deuce, and the rest of their little freshmen group by Malleus, was absent for once.

Your heart skipped a beat, his slitted pupils trapping you. You could feel your cheeks starting to heat up. Then Malleus smiled and the moment was over. By the time you recovered from what you could only equate to stage fright, his smile had disappeared and he was listening to Lilia once more. The room was loud. How you wished you could be back in that courtyard again.

You jumped slightly as a tray was placed in front of you, then two more in front of Malleus and Lilia. You'd forgotten already that Silver had gone to get your lunch. Silver spoke up. "Are you feeling okay? Your face is red."

You turned away, replying, "I'm fine," as you shoveled a bite into your mouth so you wouldn't have to answer any more questions. What kind of a question was that anyways? You were fine.

Sometimes you debated telling him. Malleus. But you always gave up on the idea not long after. It was selfish of you, yes, but if he was always watching for you wherever he went, you wouldn't be able to scratch that itch. And maybe, after all this time thinking of him, you should think of yourself. Well, wait, that didn't make sense. No, of course it did. Everything made sense when you were painting your muse.

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[luyo-mi]

Is this the malleus effect bros

[ventique18]

Pretty desperate tbh.

[avionvadion]

My brain decided it wanted to sketch something depressing, so here ya go! Sorry not sorry, lol. Eleanora's final death many years later and Malleus making an orchard/flowery tomb within the castle in his grief for his deceased wife.

From right to left, you got Aiden and Valerie, Valerie's presently unnamed kiddo, (She would one hundred percent be the first one to get married. Cassius is still very confused as to how he ended up at the altar but he isn't complaining, lol, unlike his poor dad who is panic attacking. R.I.P Sebek, his poor simping heart can't handle the fact his son is marrying a Draconia.) Melody, Ellis, and two unnamed Malleora twins. One has round ears like Ellis while the other has pointed.

I'm convinced at this point that dragon blood is just inherently and ridiculously strong and overpowers most other non-dragon genetics. Dragons are canonically rare, and we know from Raverne's name that he's most likely some type of bird fae (Crowley, I swear to gods if it's you there will be DEATH) so it's likely previous Draconias have married non-dragon fae, but their children are always dragons. Also, Malleus is his mother's spitting image, like damn.

Dragon genetics are strong.

But, also, I'm playing with the idea that it also determines how strong one's magic is. Aiden has the brown hair, so his magic isn't as powerful as Valerie, Melody, or one of the unnamed twin sisters'. However, his magic is stronger than the other unnamed twin sister and Ellis' as the unnamed twin sister has round ears and Ellis has neither horns nor pointed ears.

Uh, magic ranking wise:

Valerie

Melody

Unnamed Sister #1

Aiden

Unnamed Sister #2

Ellis

Sibling age order though: Aiden and Valerie, Ellis, Melody, Unnamed Twin Sisters.

[galaxygirl-katie27]

MalleIdia Glorious Masquerade Sketch, that I’ll probably never finish