#waaaah i love malleus but i hope this doesn't seem half-assed

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 ❞

━ post-ob! malleus draconia x gn! reader ━ after the events during lilia's farewell party, you found yourself concerned over your lover's wellbeing and decided to pay him a visit for comfort. (f/n means first name)

requested by: @starlitsky3600 request type: scenario / one shot requester’s message: For the requests can I request some post ob mal comfort with reader? Maybe helping him treat his wounds? florist’s note: i have no idea if I wrote this well or if this was what you requested, but here you go! thank you for the mallie request <3 

this work contains spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

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the events that took place during lilia’s farewell party never left the minds of every other student in the academy – you included. late at night, you find yourself wondering if there was anything you could have done to ease the loneliness that malleus felt. Yet, you also felt relieved that you were there to assist idia and the others in gaining back malleus’ senses and snapping out of his overblot phase.

he was your friend, sure. you can call him that. it was hard to deny that there was something unspoken between you two – the nights you spent talking to him and taking strolls in the garden, the days you’d go out of your way to invite him for lunch or breakfast at the cafeteria, and afternoons where you’d exchange letters talking about your day as if you had never seen each other hours prior.

a friend – is that what you’d call him? he knew you like the back of his hand, and yet you wished you could say the same. you knew his intimate details, home life, and secret desires that he never shared with anyone else, yet you feel as if there is still so much left to know about him.

and the day of the farewell party confirmed it.

now that the events had passed, you could not help but want to see him. it was late, and you were sure he was taking a rest, but you could not ease the thoughts of wanting to be with him after the events took place.

what is he doing? how is he feeling? is he alright?

those questions ran through your mind as you got out of bed and walked your way to the mirror chamber, passing through diasomnia’s mirror as you entered the dormitory and knocked on his bedroom door. it was silent for a moment until a soft ‘click’ was heard, unlocking the door as his eyes met yours in a pained and tired stare.

“…f/n?”

“…may I come in?”

without another word, he simply opened the door wide enough to allow you entry. once you two were all alone in the four walls of his chamber, you looked up at him and spoke gently, “are you alright?” your gentle tone eased him for a moment and all he could muster up in reply was a simple nod. pulling him in, you sat on his bed and wrapped your arms around him in hopes that your embrace could comfort him.

he did not say anything in response as he allowed himself to be spoiled by your affection. was he selfish for wanting you to stay? perhaps or perhaps not. he just wanted all those he loved to stay – to be happy and healthy. why was it so wrong for him to have that wish?

love drives you mad, is what he heard you say once during your bonding moments in the garden. the heart-to-heart talk you had that night opened secrets that were kept hidden for years. his struggles and your own were acknowledged by both, and he can’t help but feel as if he wanted to shield you, protect you and keep you safe and sound.

the aftermath of the incident made him think you saw him in a different light, that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore and wished to cut ties with him, and yet, here you are on his bed, arms wrapped around his taller figure as you placed gentle kisses on his forehead.

friend? no, he wasn’t just a friend. he was your lover, but no one else knew that except for his family – lilia, silver, and sebek.

sinking into your embrace, a soft sniffle could be heard from him as you frowned and hugged him tighter, “hey… let it out… if you want to cry, i’m here…” your gentle words brought a sense of comfort with a hint of sadness – enough to make him want to cry and let out the tears he was holding back.

“i had assumed you were cross with me…” muttered malleus.

“me? angry? perhaps a little, but i am not the kind to leave you on your alone when you clearly need my company…” you replied, cupping his cheeks, “you could have told me how you felt that night instead of storming off…”

“…i’m sorry,” replied malleus.

a soft sigh escaped your lips as you kissed his cheek, “you don’t have to apologise… i’m always here for you, remember that.”

“always…?”

you went quiet as he repeated your clause, avoiding his gaze for a moment as you tried not to touch upon the fact that your delicate lifespan could not compare to his. “…we talked about this, dear…” you whispered as you hugged him close.

“i know…” responded malleus, “which is why i did that in the first place…”

you did not know what to say in response, so you let out a soft sigh as you pulled away from the embrace and lifted his sleeves, eyeing his wounds as he tried to cover it. “stay still,” you reprimanded as he grunted softly and did as you say.

you then got out of bed and searched for a cotton ball and some alcohol to help clean his wounds. as soon as you got the things you needed, you sat back beside him and started patching up his wounds. he hissed softly as you dabbed the alcohol-absorbed cotton ball, “that hurts.”

“stay still or this will take longer, love,” you spoke, “you can’t heal this by yourself with your magic due to your exhausted state.”

he didn’t retort back. he knew you’d argue with him when it comes to his wellbeing and safety, so he sat there and took the stinging sensation with a hiss. once you were done, you patched up his wounds and cleaned up the area before checking on his arms.

“you really did not have to…” spoke malleus.

“nonsense. i want to make sure you sleep properly tonight with your wounds patched,” you replied, “does it hurt anywhere else?”

malleus shook his head before wrapping his arms around you, “no, the stinging sensation is no longer as unbearable as it was earlier.” you then hummed in response as you hugged him back while he continued, “…thank you.”

“of course…”

it was quiet for a while – comforting and peaceful. you held him in your arms while he hugged you close, taking comfort in your presence and embrace as he buried his face into your hair and took a whiff of your scent.

“can you please stay here… even for–” trailed malleus, but before he could complete his question, you replied.

“sure.”

‘i’ll stay here for as long as you want, my darling.’

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