𝙰𝚍𝚣𝚞·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS

[adzuerebus]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎

➳Call me Adzu

➳Any pronouns work, but he/him are best

➳I write multi-shots/short fics, drabbles, and full length fics. SOME MAY BE 18+! I write male reader only. I also occasionally post art.

➳I currently AM taking requests! Here are the characters I do:

-Malleus Draconia (TWST)

-Vil Schoenheit (TWST)

-Astarion (BG3)

-Ethan Winters (RE7-8)

-Leon Kennedy (RE2, 4, 9)

For requests, I do:

-Smut, Fluff, Angst / Oneshots / AUs

I will NOT do

-Kinks that may be too extreme (for smut) / Rape or Non-con / Underage (Age gap is iffy, but I have some exceptions)

I have the right to reject any requests, but I doubt it'll happen. Ask in my inbox!

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Here is all the fics I have posted:

➳To Be With You, For Evermore (Beast!Malleus x Beauty!Reader) 4/4 COMPLETE

➳It's My Alter Ego (Yandere!Malleus x Assassin!Reader) 2/2 COMPLETE

➳Maze To The Heart (Labyrinth!Malleus x Reader) 5/? ONGOING

➳Too Little, Too Late (Malleus x Yuu!Reader) 1/1 COMPLETE

You may also find these works on my AO3:

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Don't know if you've seen it already but there's a really yummy Malleus x reader fic by slowd1ving on here

I don't think I have. I'll go check it out 🫡

edit: it was awesome 🥹

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can y'all recommend some m/m reader x malleus fics 🥺 I feel like I've torn thru tumblr and ao3 but not getting much luck (us male reader enthusiasts are getting scraps 😭)

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I like your Labyrinth au! It so nice to see someone writing something based on the wonderful movie!!!! Also what is your favourite song from the movie and favourite scene?? My is dance magic and the ballroom scene.

thank you! 🫶 and I gotta admit, the ballroom scene is also my fav. and most of the labyrinth songs are bangers regardless

[adzuerebus]

𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚝.5 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 4.1k

➳SYNOPSIS: You are now trapped within the confines of the kingdom, trying to actively plot against the Fae King who imprisoned you. However, conflicting feelings start to arise...

➳LABYRINTH AU

➳Warnings: SMUT! Handjob, nippleplay, overstimulation, technically dubious consent. Also slight spoilers for Book 7 (I reference it for lore) as well as some minor body horror.

➳Previous Part

➳A/N: early birthday post! I finished this a bit earlier than I thought I would and was debating witholding it until my b-day (on the 8th yayyy), but I decided to be nice. Anyway, this might be my favorite chapter so far! hope y'all enjoy it

➳TAGLIST: @rein-ygaia, @erettt, @phobiaofhades, @pomefioreism, @m4ll3uslicker

Eventually, the corridor came to its end and up a sloped tunnel, the dark stone turned into polished marble. [Name] recognized the courtyard they emerged into with the large apple tree and the iron-wrought table nearby.

Malleus watched his expression carefully, clear caution in his tone. “An escort will be here soon.”

[Name] chose not to respond, instead turning away from the tree. It was where he was betrayed after all–it was a sore spot.

“...you won't infiltrate my dreams again, right?” He asked after a heartbeat, crossing his arms and gripping his bicep. He wasn't sure if he could trust the answer that spilled from Malleus’s honeyed tongue, but it was worth asking.

“To do that requires a heavy concentration of my magic, which costs me energy,” Malleus spoke, his eyes flicking down to [Name] as he inclined his chin to the side. “If I can avoid doing it, I will.”

[Name] raised a brow. He didn't know Malleus had limits to his magic–he knew barely anything about it regardless–but maybe this information could prove useful.

“Apologies for the wait.” A soft voice interrupted them, and the two turned to see a short, lavender haired boy. [Name] recognized him, as he remembered seeing him when he first came through the labyrinth. “I can take you to the manor now.”

“Thank you, Felmier.” Malleus mused, rather patient. [Name]’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scoffed under his breath. He could be patient now, but not when [Name]’s baby brother was on the line?

“Let's go.” Malleus held out his hand, his gleaming green eyes crinkling at the corners. How dare he look so handsome, so warm and gentle…

“Hmph. Fine, but only to save face.” [Name] grumbled as he took the hand, surprising himself. Wait, why was he complying? Gah, the stupid fae was messing with his mind again!

Malleus only smiled wider as he watched the tips of [Name]’s pointed ears grow red, choosing not to comment.

They began their walk, where [Name] kept his eyes on the floor in shame. Why was he indulging in Malleus..? Was his heart betraying his mind once more–

“How have you adjusted so far?” That soothing voice entered his ears once more, making [Name] slightly shudder.

“I’m fine.” [Name] replied plainly to disguise his grudge, despite feeling the opposite. His body hurt, with his fingers aching and his head still softly pounding.

Malleus raised a brow, noticing the slight tone. “I know it can be hard to get used to, but trust me. You’ll feel much better soon.”

“How do you know that? Turned someone into a fae before?” [Name] scoffed, his free hand coming up to rub his fingertips. It was strangely far more sore than before, an itchy sensation under the nail bed. He vaguely could pinpoint the ache akin to accidentally slamming his hands into a door.

“I have.” Malleus replied, taking [Name] off guard.

“Wait, wh–” He was about to press before the ache turned into sudden pain, causing him to stop in his tracks. His fingernail began to rapidly grow and harden, red forming a rim around the edge.

Blood.

Malleus immediately came in as the caring act he loved to put on, placing his hand on [Name]’s back as the man sputtered. “Easy there.”

[Name] couldn't even think of a retort, too focused on trying to soothe his fingers.

“What the..?!” His eyes went wide, shakily looking at the newformed nails–no, claws.

“Here.” Malleus reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at the blood. “It's just part of the process. Some parts form later.”

“And you couldn't be bothered to tell me?” [Name] hissed, trying to hold back a wince as tears dotted at the corners of his eyes. It was pathetic how much pain he was in.

Malleus finished cleaning off the other’s blood, standing up straight once more. “Let’s hurry to the manor. I’m sure we can get some soothing salve for it.”

[Name] exhaled heavily though his nose, ignoring the concerned stares of their escort as he nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice…”

༺༻

The air grew thick with tension the moment they stepped inside the residence of Pomefiore, Vil sitting in elegant purple robes as he watched them enter. Beside his chair stood a tall man with a feathered hat and a Bob, a small smile etched on his lips.

“We meet once more, little spud.” The elegant man mused, fingers drumming against his armrest in a languid manner. He sat straight and poised, ankles crossed as his keen eyes examined them. “And you brought His Majesty with you.”

“I’m here to speak with you personally, Schoenheit.” Malleus spoke, his expression more serious than it was before. His hand slipped away from [Name]’s (who had forgotten he was even holding it) as he stepped forward. “Just on a quick matter.”

Vil rose a perfectly manicured brow, a small frown gracing his lips. “Oh? It’s rare you wish to hold an audience with me.”

“I’ll explain shortly. Come.” Malleus beckoned, forcing Vil from his seat as they left the room, leaving [Name] alone once more. Why was he calling all these secret meetings?

The tall man took the opportunity to approach, his words airy with what [Name] could compare to a French accent. “Ah, welcome to Pomefiore! I’ve heard much about you, Rois de l'étranger.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you have.” [Name] spoke through a slightly gritted smile, rigid. If their leader was cunning, he assumed the others were just as much.

The blond man strode forward until he was less than a foot away, brushing away a stray lock to reveal [Name]’s pointy ears. “Ah, so you have turned fae… magnifique!”

“Gah, Rook..!” The escort grimaced slightly, a southern-adjacent accent slipping through. He had returned with medical supplies, carrying disinfectant and some strips of cloth. “S’rry about him, he’s curious. I’m Epel, by the way. And that’s Rook.”

“I am an admirer of beauty, simply put.” Rook smiled, but backed off. Epel came forward and began to treat his hands, making [Name] hiss as the disinfectant hit the wound.

“Call me [Name].” He cleared his throat, changing the topic. “Tell me, what's it like in Twisted Wonderland..?” He knew the meeting between Vil and Malleus would be short, so he had to probe quickly.

“It's a wonderful realm full of curiosities,” Rook mused, his green eyes crinkling with delight. “It is truly like no other.”

“Are you happy here then?” [Name] raised a brow, tilting his head in question. The two seemed a bit taken aback at the question, sharing a small look before Epel answered.

“Well, we’re kept busy.” He shook his head slightly, his lavender hair swaying with the movement. He carefully wrapped the small strips around each finger, tying it off. “King Malleus always delegates orders to produce potions or whatnot. It's what we’re known for.”

“Oui, Rois de Dragon requests our services frequently. What for, though, is unknown to me.” Rook added on, giving a small shrug.

[Name] heard the door in the back creak open, signaling that the conversation was over. “Ah, well thank you for telling.”

Malleus approached, giving that all too gentle glance as he spoke. “Are you ready to return, my dear? It's getting late.”

[Name] nodded, despite feeling quite the opposite. He would have to find the time to confront these people alone, but that would be a problem for tomorrow it seems. He had a lot to think about tonight. “Yeah, let's go.”

He ignored the stares that Vil was burning into his back, exiting the manor alongside Malleus.

The silence followed them until they reached the entrance to the cavern, where Malleus finally let out a sigh.

“Apologies for the short visits today,” He gazed down at [Name], his raven black hair spooling down his shoulders as he leaned forward ever so slightly. “I’ll try to have them a bit longer on our next round, where you can have a bit more of a proper meet.”

“No worries,” [Name] replied casually–as if he wasn't actively plotting this man’s demise–waving him off. “I’ll make the visits by myself if needed. I’ll be sure to be acquainted with everyone.”

Malleus raised his brows, but shock melted into that stupid soft gaze as he chuckled. “I can arrange that to happen. But I do request you have me accompany you for the introductions.”

[Name] gave a small shrug. “So be it. Not like I can force you to stay anyway.”

Malleus didn't comment, noting the slight jab. The tension returned at the reminder of their power imbalance, one where the Fae King could easily tell still affected [Name].

The man just continued down the corridor, his face unable to help but contort into one of determination. No matter what estranged feelings he had, [Name] had made a vow to himself–and he sought to keep it.

༺༻

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. They returned to the castle and ate supper, where Malleus left early to attend business… per usual.

[Name] had gone to bed early that night, finding himself shockingly tired after their expeditions today. Since the majority of it was walking, his legs were sore and ready for sleep.

His mind raced with his schemes, fighting to stay awake just a little longer to smooth out some wrinkles in his plans. [Name] felt his thoughts flicker in and out as drowsiness seeped into his mind, eyelids heavy and muscles relaxing.

[Name] found himself waking up in the night, a sheen of sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt… strange. It was a sensation he had experienced before, but his groggy mind couldn't place it.

That's when he suddenly realized the extra warmth beside him, an arm draped over his navel where his shirt hiked up his torso. He stiffened as he craned his neck over to where the familiar silhouette of Malleus lay, his mind suddenly going into hyperdrive.

That's when the sensation that was fading away suddenly rushed once more, [Name]’s cock half-hard and aching. He felt as though he had been wrung out, the dwindling pleasure coursing through his body begging for proper release.

“Shh…” Malleus murmured against [Name]’s nape, his smooth skin hot on the other’s. His hand rested above [Name]’s crotch, where a small wet spot emerged on his dark sleepwear. “Let me do this, please. I can make you feel good.”

[Name] let in a sharp inhale as fingers danced over his cock, biting down on his lip. Malleus was so close… his warm breath fanning over the other’s feverish skin. The intimate position made his head spin, fists clenching the sheets. Any logic he may have had was thrown out the window as a carnal desire bubbled up in his chest, making him squirm.

“Just do it…” He panted, already out of breath. He was a virgin after all–he rarely masterbated due to his lack of privacy at home–so this was a new world to him.

Malleus didn't hesitate, his hand slipping under the trousers and grasping the leaking head of the hardened cock. A small gasp left [Name]’s parted lips, hips jerking to gain any sort of friction. Malleus grunted softly, angling his body to a more comfortable position. He now was spooning [Name]’s backside, his own bulge nestling into the cleft of the other’s cheeks.

The pumps started out slow, where Malleus dragged his hand down the shaft of [Name]’s cock, the precum acting as makeshift lubricant. His trousers grew tight as the Fae king pressed wet kisses along his neck, suckling on the skin. It was as if he knew every sweet spot like the back of his hand.

[Name]’s eyes rolled back, unable to contain the noises of pleasure escaping his throat. “A-ah… mngh…”

Malleus’s strokes perfected their pace, his grip tightening as he reached the top and pushed his thumb on [Name]’s tip, making the other let out a whine. Simmering heat pooled in the pit of his stomach, where he could feel himself getting close.

“Malleus… I-I’m gonna… ngh..!” [Name] was cut off as the pumps stopped, making him mewl in desperation. “Please..”

“Patience, my love.” Malleus’s voice coolly replied, his free hand forcing the other’s chin in his direction. “I can't have you make a mess like this.”

Their lips met, but instead of the kiss they shared before, this one was met with more heat and fervor. Malleus tugged at the other’s lower lip, already demanding entrance. With his other hand, Malleus undid the buttons and lace that kept [Name]’s pants up, sliding them down his thighs to allow the swollen cock to get fresh air.

The pumps started again, making [Name] emit a low groan. Malleus seized the chance and slipped his forked tongue into the warm walls of his mouth. Not giving him a chance to recover, Malleus took his other hand and slid it up [Name]’s shirt, cool digits finding his hardened nipple and pinching it.

[Name] could feel his body tremble from the overstimulation, his hips convulsing only for the hand around his cock to push it down. The fae’s bulge grinded against [Name]’s mounds, twitching and pulsing beneath cloth.

The sensation once more built up in his stomach, the knot tightening as [Name]’s lewd noises were muffled by the tongue invading his mouth. Sweat dribbled down his forehead and chest, mingling with the scent of precum that was smeared over his crotch and pelvic region.

“Mngh-! Mal…” [Name] tried to cry out, signalling he was close once more as he attempted to call out the other’s name. Malleus’s tongue finally left his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them as the pumps became even faster than before.

[Name] felt the edges of his vision go white as he could feel the knot in his stomach finally break, a wave of pleasure rolling over his body as thick ropes of white cum painted itself on his stomach and shirt.

Malleus let out a low groan himself as he licked a stripe along [Name]’s neck, tasting the salty beads of sweat as he smirked. “You did so well, my love.”

A low murmur traced the skin of [Name]’s nape, one he couldn’t quite make out. But before he could question it, his world suddenly plunged into darkness.

༺༻

[Name] shot up in his bed, broken out in a cold sweat. The sun’s early dawning rays were trickling through the curtains, nearly blinding his eyes.

It was… a dream?

He pulled back his covers, noting the small wet spot his trousers now bore. That was real. He hurriedly got out of his bed, making his way to the bathroom as he splashed cold water over his face.

[Name] had never had a wet dream so… vivid before. It felt like it had truly happened, but it obviously didn't. He knew had a couple sneaky thoughts about Malleus before, but this was a heavy escalation. Was this yet another side effect of the transformation spell?

Speaking of which, his fingers weren't in pain anymore, and the new bandages he applied last night didn't bleed through. He carefully unwrapped them, examining them. They had paler marks around the bed, like… stretch marks?

At closer examination, [Name] realized he had the strange scar-like stripes in other places too: his ears, the gums of his canines, even his iris. Everywhere that the transformation affected him had scars.

Knock knock.

“Sir [Name]? Breakfast will be ready soon.” A servant called out from outside his door, making him jump.

“Er, one minute!” He called out, coming out of the bathroom and heading to his wardrobe. He had to hide the evidence of the scandalous act… maybe burning the pants was his only option.

His mind travelled back to the dream, and he could feel his skin grow hot once more as he tried to shake it. How was he ever supposed to look Malleus in the eyes again?!

[Name] eventually got his act together enough to leave his room dressed in cleaner clothes, choosing to stuff the ruined pants away for now until he figured out what to do with them (was he being overdramatic..?). He made his way to the dining hall, only to be shocked that Malleus wasn't present. Usually, the fae was always the first to the table, wanting to be there for every moment [Name] was, but he was missing.

“Where’s Malleus..?” [Name] turned to a nearby guard, who happened to be Lilia as he entered the room.

“Oh, he’s just a little tired this morning, so he slept in a little.” Lilia hummed, placing his hands behind his back as a tiny fang poked out from his curled upper lip. “I’m sure he’ll be down here soon.”

[Name]'s mind suddenly flashed to their conversation yesterday, Malleus’s voice echoing in his mind about his dream magic.

“To do that requires a heavy concentration of my magic, which costs me energy,” Malleus spoke, his eyes flicking down to [Name] as he inclined his chin to the side. “If I can avoid doing it, I will.”

Did Malleus…? No, surely not. The Fae King of all people wasn't that shameless to attempt that. It was probably all the travelling they did, plus whatever king duties he had when they returned.

Was [Name] going to have to accept he had a wet dream about his worst enemy? He felt sick about it.

Well, his absence would just be easier on [Name]’s conscious and appetite, where he could avoid looking at him and remembering his hand wrapping around his–

“Oh, that reminds me.” Lilia broke [Name]’s downward spiral of lewd thoughts, his usual mischievous grin on his lips. “He asked me to tell you that the library is open for you this morning. He figured you'd find some enjoyment there while he rests.”

A library? [Name] felt a strange flicker of excitement–one he hasn't felt since he got here. “Really? I’d love to go there.”

“Perfect. I’ll send you someone to take you there and inform the servants to deliver your breakfast.” Lilia mused as he turned away, exiting the dining hall.

Within moments, a tall, young man with gelled green hair entered the room. He strode over to [Name], his lips taut in a half-scowl. “I was instructed by Lilia to escort you. Since My Liege holds you in the utmost regards… I assume you’re respectable.”

[Name] raised a brow, a little taken off guard. The young man talked… a bit loud, but it was endearing in a way. For some reason, it reminded him of his baby brother.

Oh, his brother… [Name] hoped that he was okay. Despite his strained relationship with his parents, he knew his brother wasn't at fault. It's why he fought so hard to correct his mistake–because if [Name] wasn't given a fighting chance, then he would make sure his brother did.

“Make your own opinion on me.” [Name] replied, unable to stifle a small chuckle. “What’s your name?”

The man’s yellow eyes went a little wide, but he bowed his head regardless, “Sebek Zigvolt, at your service."

“Well, Sebek, lead the way.” [Name] mused slightly, unable to shake off the resemblance. The other bowed once again and extended his arm out, letting him walk past.

The library wasn't too far into the castle, the size relatively about the same as the local one in his home world. The dark wood shelves were lined with rows of thick-spined books, their titles embedded with shiny touches of brass and copper. The library was rather airy, with large, stained glass windows creating iridescent refraction of light that colored the dark floorboards.

“I will be stationed at the door if you need me.” Sebek cleared his throat, standing at the doorway as [Name] gave a small nod, mesmerized.

Where to even start..?

Okay, time to focus. [Name] had one objective: to learn more about this place. He wasn't getting much information from the strange people he was meeting with, so his next best bet was his own independent research.

He wandered through the various aisles, glancing over titles. Some were in languages he didn't recognize, others in some type of rune or glyph… not many in English. He was forced to a stop as he came to a dead end, the small shelf of books shrouded in darkness, only lit by the fingers of sunlight crawling through the cracks of the surrounding shelves.

[Name] approached, eyes squinting as he tried to read the titles of the strange books. However, none of them contained a title on their spine, thus meaning this dead end was… well, a dead end.

“Looking for something?” A cheeky voice came from behind him.

[Name] turned to see a new person he hadn't seen before, a shorter, child-like girl with dark, brunette hair and glasses. Her eyes were a dark, almost metallic shade of red, with flecks of gold rimming a white iris. If it weren't for those eyes, [Name] would've suspected she was human, but something felt… off.

“Just browsing.” [Name] responded cautiously, taken off guard. Did he even hear footsteps? Maybe this strange girl was just light on her feet.

“Then allow me to make a recommendation.” The girl giggled, skipping past [Name] to the shrouded bookshelf. She let out a hum as her fingers grazed over the different books, then pulled out a thick one. She wiped the front with her sleeve, the dark leather revealing faded words.

The Complete History of Twisted Wonderland, Vol. 2.

“Wait, that’s what I was looking for.” [Name] picked up the book, flipping open to the index. “How did…” He trailed off as he looked up, the child gone. He turned in a circle, but there was no trace that the girl even existed. Maybe he’d ask someone about it later, but he had more important matters.

The book was in English thankfully, so [Name] hunkered down at a nearby table and began to read.

“Twisted Wonderland’s history started as early as hundred of thousands of years ago–”

Way too far.

[Name] glanced at the index once more, his eyes skimming over the chapter names. Towards the very bottom, his eyes caught a chapter titled: The Great Coalesce. Curious, he flipped open to the page, and was shocked to find a portrait of a stern woman on the throne Malleus had, though clearly ages ago.

“400 years ago, Twisted Wonderland was divided after a civil war had ravaged each of the capitals. The Diasomnia capital was the main area for the bloodshed as their country was attempted to be plundered, but the newly appointed ruler Maleonor Draconia held strong.

It is unknown how, but Draconia was rumored to have ended the war by taking the form of a large dragon and wiping out the army of foreigners: the Silver Owls, but at the cost of her own life and leaving behind her only heir. After her death, the recently retired ruler of Diasomnia took control once more, sealing off Diasomnia from the rest of the world.

When the heir, Malleus Draconia, came of age 117 years later, he had decided to take down the walls and instead decree that all of Twisted Wonderland will unite together as one nation, known as the Great Coalesce. Since then, Twisted Wonderland has been under one ruler, with the previous rulers of the capitals becoming semi-independent cities.

Malleus is currently the declared King, with no heir. He has had many past lovers, but all either passed away or disappeared.”

[Name] flipped to the next page, only to find it blank. Strange. He closed the book, taking in a breath as his mind raced. So Malleus brought everyone together in this labyrinth, made himself king, and… no one complained? The book didn't mention any coercion nor agreement, and since this event happened almost 300 years ago, he wasn't sure if anyone knew besides Malleus himself.

Plus, what was the meaning of mentioning that Malleus has had lovers before..? All disappearing or dying… either he drove them away with his “charming” personality or there was something else at play.

[Name] glanced at the book, then picked it up and returned it to the shelf. Despite the information it provided, he was leaving with more questions than answers.

Just who was Malleus Draconia?

bonus art for this chap:

remember to like, reblog, and comment! it motivates me :) also reminder to check out my AO3! you can find it linked on my profile <3

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very important question for those following Maze To The Heart. This will be either for the next upcoming chapters or towards the end.

Smut?

Yes

No

Bonus chapter

Voting ended onJun 23

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your wish is my command

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very important question for those following Maze To The Heart. This will be either for the next upcoming chapters or towards the end.

Smut?

Yes

No

Bonus chapter

Voting ended onJun 23

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FIC IS NOW POSTED TO AO3!

Summary: [Name] is a lonely, angsty college student who accidentally wished his baby brother away to the Fae King, Malleus Draconia. In order to rescue him, he has to go through a massive labyrinth within the lands of Twisted Wonderland, but someone doesn't want him to win. Will he succeed traveling through the dangerous maze, or will the king who brought him here keep him imprisoned?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86606911

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𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚝.4 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 3.7K

➳SYNOPSIS: You are now trapped within the confines of the kingdom, trying to actively plot against the Fae King who imprisoned you. However, conflicting feelings start to arise...

➳LABYRINTH AU

➳Warnings: None

➳Previous Part, Next Part

➳A/N: hey y'all, I didn't forget about ya 🥹. But big news, I will now be posting on AO3 as well under AdzuErebus. Requests are also open! (check out my page). Anyway enjoy this chapter that took wayyy too long...

➳TAGLIST: @rein-ygaia, @erettt, @phobiaofhades

[Name] found himself in his room, staring out the window with a strange sense of… emptiness. It had been nearly two days since he set out from his old world, back when he was so sure, so confident.

He found himself thumbing over his newly formed ears, the pointy tips serving as a reminder that for now, he was trapped.

However, after settling into the castle, [Name] had taken note of many things. Malleus frequently visited, but was always cut short by some kingly business. The fae within the walls were respectful, but it was with thinly veiled distrust. It wasn't every day their King paid attention to someone, let alone an outsider.

[Name] couldn't help but feel no different than when he was in his home world. Others had always looked at him with annoyance or self-serving pity, as if seeing such a bitter and short-tempered man was just a reminder to not end up like [Name] did.

But… there was Malleus. As much as [Name] hated it, he couldn't miss the softness the Fae King held in his gaze, the gentle murmurs as he tried to help [Name] adjust to this new lifestyle. He felt turmoil settle deep in his chest, for he had sworn vengeance on Malleus, but he couldn't deny the festering crush building.

[Name] had to remind himself of the dream, of the betrayal and hurt he felt when Malleus had taken precious hours away and made him ultimately lose his only chance to return to his world. That was his drive to escape.

“Mister [Name]?” A voice broke him out of his thoughts, a knock sounding out on the heavy wooden door before it creaked open. [Name] recognized the silver hair belonging to one of Malleus’s guards, making him sit up. “Lunch is ready.”

“Coming.” [Name] responded absentmindedly, letting out a small sigh as he rose from his bed.

They walked down the corridor in silence, eventually reaching the dining hall. [Name] looked up, then almost paused in shock.

Malleus sat at the head of the table, eyes gleaming as he watched him. A small shiver ran up [Name]’s spine as he averted his eyes, one that he couldn't tell if it was discomfort or flusterment. He cleared his throat, going to sit in his usual spot before the king stopped him. “Sit by me today, won't you?”

[Name]’s hand hovered over the chair he was about to pull out, shifting his gaze back to Malleus. “...so be it.” He moved a few chairs down before sitting at his right hand, still cautious.

Malleus frowned, tilting his head. “Why do you still look at me like that? Have my accommodations not been enough?”

“No, they've been fine.” [Name] murmured back, keeping his eyes firmly fixated on his plate. He didn't dare look into those siren eyes, fearful of what trap may be set for him.

Malleus leaned back, eyes slightly narrowed. “Don't tell me it's still about the incident, is it? I’ve apologized, my dear. What else do you want me to do?”

Release me from this prison you made me.

[Name] didn't respond, instead taking a serving spoon and giving him a small helping of the food before them. It was some type of roasted bird served over steaming vegetables, something that reminded him of his late mother's cooking. But this food was all too perfect, not slightly burnt or overdone with pepper.

Malleus let out a sigh, interlocking his fingers as he keenly watched. “I’m here to discuss with you about our agreement.” He tried to gauge [Name]’s reaction, but the other just picked at his food. He pressed further, “I’ve managed to finish my duties, so we can travel for the next few days. Where do you want to go?”

“I’d like to visit all of the rings of the labyrinth,” [Name] spoke, pushing a carrot around the plate. “As well as their leaders. I believe that's a good first step, no?”

“If that's what you wish.” Malleus replied in a slightly softer tone, more reverent than before. [Name] had to hold back rolling his eyes–was Malleus trying to win him back with such flattery? As if!

[Name] had a reason for these visits, as he had formulated his Plan A to escape. He was going to meet with each of these leaders and observe them under a careful eye. If some showed any ounce of disdain or discontentment, he would convince them to host a coup against Malleus.

[Name] had been humiliated, battered, and now imprisoned. If he managed to usurp Malleus from his throne, the king could get a taste of his own medicine.

If his plan didn't work… he didn't want to think of that outcome quite yet.

“[Name], please. Look at me.” Malleus’s voice broke him from his thoughts. His eyes flicked up to see… concern in that enchanting evergreen gaze that haunted him. Malleus’s frown had deepened, his brows slightly furrowed. “I know I’ve hurt you, but in order to move past it, you have to talk to me. You barely even glance my way, and when you do, it's with caution and distrust."

“Do you blame me?” [Name] scowled, placing his fork down with a bit of force. “Have you bothered looking at my perspective?”

“I have. That's why I’m asking how you can forgive me.” Malleus tried to keep his voice level, but [Name] could see how his knuckles tightened. What a farce, acting all righteous when he was in the wrong.

“You're mad. Crazy. Insane!” [Name] scoffed, rising from his seat, making Malleus mimic. “You want my forgiveness?! Send me home!”

“...I can't.” Malleus’s brows tightened as he took a step forward, only to be reacted with a step back. He let out a small sigh through his nose as he continued in a softer tone. “Returning to your world wouldn't bring you any joy. You know it, deep down.”

“Who are you to speak for me?!” [Name] hissed back, temper flaring. “It's still my world–everything that I ever knew. But how would you know that? You're selfish.”

“[Name]--”

“Don't bother.” [Name] cut Malleus off as he turned around to the door.

As he took a step forward, a hand clasped around his wrist, tugging him to a stop. Malleus closed their distance, but still kept some space as he kept his grip. “[Name].” He spoke, far more firmly than he did before. “I know what you must think of me, but I don't want you to know me like that. Please understand I keep you here for a reason–”

“What reason, huh?” [Name] retorted in disbelief as he turned to Malleus with glaring eyes. “What could possibly be so essential to keeping me here?”

Malleus’s lips pursed slightly, and his grip finally slipped as his hand returned to his side. He let out a small sigh before speaking, “...when we travel to the sectors of the labyrinth, I will try to seek them out. They will inform you–its not my place.”

“They? Who are they?” [Name] raised a brow in suspicion. He hasn't met any women in this labyrinth surprisingly enough, so it surely wasn't anyone he knows.

“The Fates.” Malleus replied. “They are the eyes and ears of the labyrinth and… not under my jurisdiction. Quite the elusive one, so it's hard to ever come in contact with them. But I assure you, they will tell you the purpose of your stay here.”

[Name] paused. Was Malleus creating a bluff to try and throw him off, or was he telling the truth..?

“Whatever.” He scoffed after a heartbeat of silence, once more averting his gaze. “You better not be wasting my time, Malleus.”

“Of course not, my darling.” Malleus gave him a small smile, straightening to his full height. He gazed down at [Name] with that ever so tender look, the one that made the other either want to gag or blush like a schoolgirl. “I give you my promise.”

[Name] was in no spot to trust Malleus’s words… but also had no place to say that it was a full blown lie. Fine. I’ll play your game, he thought to himself as he walked out the doors. But I will be the victor.

༺༻

The next morning, [Name] rose early from his bed, still adjusting to his new fae abilities. The few hours of sleep he used to barely function on had turned into an easy, plentiful rest, giving him more energy than he ever had before.

Being a fae was far more different than he expected–besides from the physical attributes, [Name] now required less sleep and food as well as his senses heightened in degrees he couldn't imagine before. However, his body still ached from his transformation despite it being three days ago. He hoped it would fade soon.

Regardless, the reason he woke up earlier than normal was due to the day trip he had been promised. From what he understood, they would attempt to visit two sectors per day, taking about days total. [Name] would have to play his cards right if there was any chance he could convince the others…

[Name] finished getting dressed, closing the door behind him as he heard footsteps echo nearby.

“Good morning. Are you ready?” Malleus’s voice came from [Name]’s side, who let out a sharp exhale through his nose as he gained composure.

“...yeah. Let's go.” [Name] murmured, his hand leaving the door as he straightened his top. Malleus smiled, extending his hand out for the other to take. [Name]’s fingers twitched, but he ultimately ignored the Fae King’s offer as he gave a small glare in return. “Don't even think about it.”

Malleus’s fingers curled as they returned to his side, his smile faltering. “Ah…” Gah, now he looked like a kicked puppy–clearly a guilt tripping technique! “This way.”

They began their walk down the corridor once more, something that seemed to be an often repeat of a routine. All the hallways seemed to be the same, which drove [Name] mad. The silence between them was thick with awkward tension, Malleus keeping his space.

When they reached the end of the hallway, Malleus cleared his throat, lips slightly pursed as he stepped to the side. “We’ll visit the overseer of Ignihyde first, since he prefers to be left alone. I don't imagine we’ll be there long.”

[Name] gave a sideways glance, then wrapped his hand around the door handle as he tugged it open. “Then let's hurry up.”

“Of course.” Malleus muttered, closing the door behind him as they descended into a dark tunnel. It was similar to the one [Name] went through with Lilia when he went to the castle, with the same dim lit candles that lined the dark stone walls.

Ignihyde–that was the only area [Name] didn't pass through. He had no clue what to expect, but if this leader was as antisocial as Malleus was making him sound like, he wasn't sure if this would lead to an easy start.

Silence hung between them, tension thickening with every step that echoed in the cave. [Name]’s mind subconsciously shifted from his plans to the sudden hyper-realization of Malleus’s presence. The Fae king strode alongside him, keeping a respectable distance but was still close enough to make [Name] self conscious.

The one thing that bothered him most was the fact that [Name wasn't able to get a read on Malleus’s intent with him. Why had he exactly trapped him..? He remembered the mention of the Fates, but what did they tell him that would make Malleus do this?

“[Name],” Malleus’s voice broke through his thoughts, making the other blink back into attention. “We’re here.”

The cave had narrowed into a stairwell, the stone carved into steps only lit by blue fire lanterns. It felt eerie, a strange sense of dread causing [Name] to shiver slightly. Malleus noticed and found himself instinctively reaching out, only to force himself to stop as his jaw clenched.

“Don't worry, just… stay close.” Malleus murmured, then began to climb the steps. [Name] could only join close behind, slightly suspicious at the behavior.

After some arduous climbing, they emerged from a tunnel, where the cave yawned open in a large cavern. They stood on a platform where dark, murky water lapped the dark stone. The blue lanterns had shifted to large flames licking against the walls, giving light to the dark room. A singular boat rocked gently against the dock, where Malleus led [Name] towards.

“Watch your step.” Malleus spoke, offering his hand out once more to help [Name] onto the boat. The other paused, peeking over the dock. Within the murky waters, a skeletal hand brushed against the wooden boat, making him jump back.

“What was that?!” [Name] exclaimed, his back bumping against Malleus’s chest. He was too flabbergasted to even be upset at the position–

“Fear not,” Malleus reassured, his hand brushing against [Name]’s bicep and resting it there. “They are the souls of the Underworld. They will not hurt you… as long as you don't go near them."

“Oh, just great.” [Name] muttered sarcastically, but was still too nervous to stray from Malleus’s side. The Fae King lowered his hand to guide the other onto the boat as he eyed the waters (much to [Name]’s displeasure… but he wasn't messing with these souls), following shortly after.

At the front of the boat, what [Name] thought was the bow instead rose a shrivelled corpse with an oar in hand. The bony, rotting thing began to row across the large lake, making [Name] swallow harshly. He gripped any loose clothing he had tightly, trying to calm his nerves.

Malleus frowned at the sight, and before the other could blink, he had knelt down to [Name]’s height and came to close proximity. “Keep your gaze on me and ignore everything else. Don't let them win your fear.”

[Name]’s eyes widened at the sudden declaration, lips pursed tightly. Alas, he found himself keeping his eyes right on Malleus’s own, finding a strange comfort beyond the hues of rich green.

They broke contact when the boat shook, scraping the side of yet another platform. They had crossed the river, much to [Name]’s relief.

As they got off, [Name] spared one more glance to the living corpse and the souls whirling in the water, a shiver rolling down his spine. “Do we have to go that way again?”

“Not today.” Malleus replied calmly, his voice soothing as if he were comforting a scared child. “Let's move on. The Shrouds are awaiting us.”

A small veil of awkward silence fell over them as they traversed through the dim corridor, Malleus leading the way. Soon enough, a stairwell came into view, making [Name] let out a small sigh of relief.

Awaiting them was a young man–around the age of 15 if [Name] had to guess–his short blue hair wispy and flowy, like a flame.

“Your Majesty,” He bowed politely, then faced [Name]. “And his esteemed guest. I hope your travels went well..?”

“They were fine, Ortho.” Malleus replied, a small smile on his lips. He stole a glance at [Name] before asking, “Is your brother ready for us?”

“Indeed he is. Follow me.” Ortho hummed, gleeful as he spun around and led the way. [Name] raised a brow, a little shocked at the attitude of the young boy. This must be one of the Shroud brothers that Malleus mentioned, he figured.

The dark stone yawned into an open seating area, the furniture surprisingly modern. [Name] could compare it to the luxury brands he saw in magazines back home with how… polygonic they were.

In a large, cushioned chair sat a taller, older man with similar fiery hair, but far longer. His blue lips were still on his pale face, as if this meeting was bothering his precious time.

“Malleus.” The man greeted, still polite but was much less enthusiastic than his brother. “Not everyday the ultra-rare SSR of the realm drops by for a visit.”

“You can relax, Idia.” Malleus chuckled slightly, noting the tense shoulders of the other. He lifted his arm to present [Name] beside him. “I am simply taking my… guest around for a tour. He wished to get to know everyone.”

Idia’s yellow eyes flicked to [Name], who stared back with a bit of curiosity. He had seen plenty of weird things here, but flaming blue hair was a new one.

“...I’m [Name].” He cleared his throat after a small pause, forcing himself to remember his objective. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Idia’s expression slightly contorted, the corner of his mouth twitching. The entire demeanor of this man screamed uncomfortable, as if this entire interaction was painstakingly ripping out this man’s soul.

“Well, is that everything..?” Idia asked cautiously, glancing between the two with a raised brow.

[Name] frowned. He had a feeling he wasn't going to get much from this guy. Maybe he could have luck with the younger brother–Ortho, was it? Regardless, he could sense that it would be hard to catch this guy alone, as he seemed to be the introverted type.

“Actually, I have some business to discuss with you.” Malleus spoke up after [Name] hesitated to answer, placing his hands behind his back. “A private one, if you will. You don't mind, do you?”

He glanced at [Name], who quickly shook his head. “No, go ahead. I’ll just wait here, I guess…”

Malleus gave him a small nod before disappearing with Idia into the next room, leaving him alone with Ortho. Now was his chance.

“[Name], was it?” Ortho approached, still quite cheery. He and his brother were practically opposites. “I’ve heard a bit about you and your baby brother. Are you adjusting to Twisted Wonderland well?”

[Name] blinked in slight surprise, not expecting to have the topic brought up. Though he should've–as far as he knew, he was the hottest news the place has gotten in years.

“Yeah, I’m doing fine.” He responded, instinctively going up to touch his pointed fae ears. He had always played with his lobes before, and the habit had grown worse as of late. “I still don't know much about this place or its people… including Malleus.”

[Name] prayed the boy would take the bait. If he could figure out his position on the Fae King, he may have a chance to gain an ally.

Ortho’s yellow eyes crinkled in what could be hinted as mischief, placing his arms behind his back. “Well, Ignihyde is the place for knowledge. We have a vast archive–one I’m relatively well-versed in.”

The statement made [Name] pause, his curiosity taking a turn. “An archive? Like a library..?”

“And more.” Ortho replied, tilting his head as he examined [Name]. “I take it you’d be interested?”

“I–”

“I’ll be back soon to further discuss plans,” Malleus’s voice cut him off before he could even respond, the two walking out from the room and approaching where Ortho and [Name] were. “I’m afraid we’re on a tight schedule.”

“Yeah… if you insist.” Idia muttered, his eyes once more drifting to [Name], but now with suspicion.

[Name]’s lips twitched into a small frown, confused. Why the sudden change..? Or rather, just what did they talk about in there?

“Come along, [Name].” Malleus urged gently, his emerald eyes now fixated on the other once more. [Name] stiffened as he felt a gloved hand brush the curve of his back, being guided away from the brothers.

“Oh, erm–goodbye, Ortho. I’ll try to be in touch.” [Name] quickly got out, giving the younger Shroud a small wave (who gladly waved back, that small twinkle of mischief still in his eye).

They went into the corridor once more, now taking a different path than the one they took before. [Name] had loosened up slightly as Malleus kept his hand firmly on his back, but was still confused.

“Why the sudden leave..?” He finally asked after they went down a new stairwell, the blue fire transitioning into its original orange hue.

“Shroud and I… don't see eye-to-eye on many things. Including some of my policies.” Malleus replied, still being rather vague as he snuck a glance down at him. “It's just boring politics, my dear. Nothing you'd be interested in.”

Yet, [Name] was quite keen to know–especially since Idia gave him that strange look. But he knew there wouldn't be any more answers from Malleus for now, so he moved the topic for now. “So, who's next?”

“Schoenheit of Pomefiore. You remember him quite well.” Malleus spoke, his tone almost teasing with the additional statement. [Name] could feel his mood dampen instantly, the vivid memory of being poisoned via apple flashing in his mind.

“Ah… great. Just who I’d want to see.” [Name] grumbled, making the other chuckle.

“Don't be too harsh on him. He was following orders.” Malleus mused.

“Yeah, your orders.” [Name] retorted, breaking off from Malleus. That betrayal was burned into his mind forever, giving him a bad taste in his mouth at the mere mention.

Malleus frowned, a look of realization forming as he awkwardly retracted his hand. “...right.”

Gah, there was that damning puppy-eyed look again. How could Malleus dare pull such a move on [Name]?! He could feel the twinge of sympathy in his heartstrings where Malleus played him like a harp, but he desperately washed the feeling over with his hurt and anger.

“I know words probably don't matter much now, but I do deeply apologize.” Malleus brought [Name] back as he shook his head. “I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it as much as I need to. I hope you’ll understand soon enough.”

“Maybe.” [Name] found himself blurring out–why did he do that?! Don't show him mercy!--giving Malleus a sideways glance. “It'll take much more than grovelling to make me forgive you.”

Malleus slowly nodded, his handsome features illuminated by the firelight as they walked. He then spoke with a certain tone of determination, looking forward. “Then I’ll do what it takes.”

And [Name] knew that Malleus was telling the truth.

might not be fully proofread but wtvr I edit and write in the dead of night. I'm fighting every bone in my body not to drop this series 🫡 I will try to push through for y'all

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after 100 pulls... two other SSRs later.... Malleus is within reach 🥹

I have never grinded so hard for gems before. I resorted to R card vignettes. I was going insane. but I GOT HIMMMM

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hey everyone, just a warning but I am taking a small break. I am starting to feel a little burned out, so I'm taking a tiny hiatus for now (at least for MTTH, may do drabbles or oneshots but we'll see).

once again, thanks for all the support! I promise to return with updates soon, but pray for me as I try to get malleus (I've sunk nearly 50 pulls... I just want his dorm fit PLEASE)

also here is my EN code if anyone wants to friend me! I got plenty of friend slots available

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thanks for the 50 followers everyone 🥹 as a gift here's some malleus fanart I meant to post (ik I ain't the greatest artist but for malleus I'd do anything)

anyway I'm going to begin the drafts for arc 2 of Maze To The Heart today, so yayyyy

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𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚝.3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 3.7K

➳SYNOPSIS: You accidentally send your baby brother off with the Fae King, and are forced to travel through a labyrinth to rescue him. However, the king has his eye on you...

➳LABYRINTH AU

➳Warnings: Angst, MC goes through a mental spiral, some morally ambiguous romance

➳BOTH CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

➳Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

➳A/N: After ages... here it is. I have plotted out this part for awhile, so I'm excited for everyone to read it. Also thanks to everyone who's reading this series!! It has become my most popular now lol. Enjoy!

➳TAGLIST: @rein-ygaia

[Name]’s eyes blinked open as light filtered through his drowsy eyelids, the sun’s warm glow slowly dipping behind the walls. He had wasted too much time, and now only had an hour to reach the castle before the spell took his brother.

He got up from the table, shooting a glare at the apple tree. Vil was nowhere to be seen, which was lucky for him, or else [Name] might've jumped him right then and there.

[Name]’s brows furrowed as he glanced around at the many openings the labyrinth had to offer. He didn't have the luxury of choosing at random, but he had no other options.

“A map would be really nice… or even a marker.” [Name] grumbled as he narrowed his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. He was frustrated, especially with Malleus. That fae had the audacity to cheat him with such vulnerable methods, which meant [Name] would have to deal the same poison.

He found his gaze trailing back to the tree once more. It was a large tree, with plenty of thick branches. Maybe this tree wouldn't give him many issues to climb…

[Name] approached the tree, fingers digging into any nook or knob he could grasp, the rough bark scraping his skin as he managed to reach one of the lower branches. He peered through the leaves, but his view wasn't great. He’d have to go higher to try and see more of the labyrinth. [Name] looked up and set out towards an even higher branch, trying to ignore the growing distance between him and the ground. If he fell this time, no wouldn't make it unscathed.

Once [Name] reached the branch, he once more tried to peer through the leaves. He shakily reached out and pushed a stray branch to the side as he spotted the castle. His gaze traveled down to the intricate passageways, and found himself letting out a groan.

[Name] could see the section he was in span out for at least a mile, then there was one last section beyond it before he would reach the base of the castle. Even if he had a map, he wasn't sure if he would still make it in time from the distance alone.

“Kufufu, you seem rather distressed~”

“GAH!” [Name] jolted at the sudden voice, hand moving down to grip the branch as he looked over his shoulder. A short fae leaned against the trunk of the tree, wearing dark clothes and a cloak that contrasted with the pink streaks in his black hair. He was obviously from Malleus’s castle. [Name] scowled, “What do you want? I don't have time for this–”

“Calm yourself. You're quite hotheaded for such a cute face.” The fae sighed with a small shake of his head before his smirk returned. “I’m here to help you.”

“Oh really now?” [Name] narrowed his eyes in distrust, slowly turning himself around on the branch. “I have no reason to trust you–or anyone, for that matter.” First with Vil, and now Malleus… [Name] couldn't afford to take chances now.

“You must excuse His Majesty,” The fae hummed as he bent down to [Name]’s height, his red eyes gleaming. “He’s… impulsive. But he knows his actions, so he sent me as an apology.”

[Name] couldn't help but scoff, the situation sounding all too much like his parents. Always avoid confrontation and try to win him back by gifts or distractions. He grumbled as he gripped the tree, scooting forward to the trunk. “If he was so sorry, he’d send himself.”

The fae’s expression remained unchanged, sidestepping onto a different branch nearby as he placed his arms behind his back. “I’m sure he’ll apologize properly when you reach the castle.”

[Name] rolled his eyes, reaching the base of the trunk and starting to climb down the tree. “I’ll believe it when I see it–reaching there on my own, and not with some pity help.”

“Kufufu… you're quite the entertaining one, aren't you?” The fae mused, watching with intrigue as he watched [Name] carefully try not to lose his footing. “But I hope you are aware that you are nearly out of time.”

[Name] gritted his teeth, irritation sparking at the words. “You think… I’m not aware?!” He grunted as he glanced over his shoulder to the ground. “Stop trying to… stall me.”

[Name] reached a few feet above the ground, allowing him to leap down. His heavy feet hit the dirt, allowing him to sigh in relief only to turn to the fae being directly behind him. “GAH!”

“I have a shortcut.” The fae replied with a mischievous grin, his amusement apparent on his visage as he leaned back. “It goes directly to the castle from here… but if you truly insist on going by yourself, be my guest. We could always use a new fae–”

“Don’t.” [Name] scowled again, shooting a glare at the short fae. But deep down, he knew those words were true–which made his mission practically impossible unless he trusted Malleus to not send him on a goose chase.

The fae could clearly see the distress and untrusting look in [Name]’s gaze, to which he spoke. “Take your time, if you truly wish. But I’m afraid His Majesty sent me on orders that ensures you make it to the castle, so we can either go the long way or the shortcut.”

[Name]’s gaze fell upon the castle in the distance, his heart clenching. Wait for me, he thought to himself with a bit of desperation. I’m coming for you–no matter what it takes.

“...fine. Your way.” [Name] finally spoke through gritted teeth, facing the fae once more. “But if I discover that this is another trick, I’ll ensure that everyone suffers.”

The fae’s grin widened at the words. “I expect nothing less.” He strode to the iron wrought table [Name] had fallen asleep at, gripping the edge and lifting it up to reveal a manhole. “This way.”

[Name] raised a brow, but he was in no place to ignore the possibility of a short cut. So, he could only follow behind, climbing down into the dark hole.

The walls felt damp as cool stone surrounded them, the only light from above being shut as they descended. The fae below him spoke, his words echoing. “I’m Lilia, by the way. I figured you were curious about my identity, so may as well get that out of the way.”

[Name] didn't reply, focusing on finding the rails in the dark. Sure, he had briefly wondered who his mystery escort was, but his mind was scattered, thoughts brushing his mind before going out of reach. The betrayal was also still fresh on his conscience, and [Name] had a feeling it would linger.

Finally, they reached the bottom. Lilia sparked a flame from who knows what, a torch on a wall lighting up. Following behind, other torches on the wall lit to reveal a spacious tunnel.

“Come along now.” Lilia mused as he began to walk down the corridor, unbothered by [Name]’s silence. The soft pitter patter of footsteps were the only thing that filled the silence, with the occasional drippings of the cave’s moisture, leaving [Name] to think.

Thinking wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but the thoughts that haunted [Name] were. He had spent nearly 12 arduous hours running around a labyrinth to rescue his brother, but he felt like minimal progress had actually occurred. This journey was supposed to help him feel more… familial with his half-brother, no? Yet, a strange confliction still pulled at his heart.

[Name] only felt obligation for this rescue, a feeling that made him guilt his stubbornness. If he didn't rescue his half-brother, he would be endangering a human life. Not his brother’s, not his father’s child, but just… a human life. [Name] wanted to feel like a hero–a savior, even–for this child… but it felt like only another chore.

[Name] had tried to fix this internal issue by forcing thoughts resembling a courageous older brother, but it was hollow. What was supposed to be the clawing agony and pain of his kidnapped sibling was instead an icy cold emptiness.

It just made his mind spiral. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, this awful detachment from his family… it made [Name] feel like a monster of a person.

Why couldn't he feel normal?

Why couldn't he be normal?!

“..me]..? [Naaaame]?”

A voice pulled him from the dark depths of his mind. [Name] blinked into focus as Lilia stood before him, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Welcome back.” Lilia shook his head as he tutted. “You humans are… unique, aren't ya? Do you often wander into your daydreams?”

[Name]’s eyes narrowed, but he only scoffed, ignoring the comment. “Are we close yet?”

“We’re at the village.” Lilia replied, gesturing to a ladder that was at the end of the corridor. “It’s the last thing you need to pass to get into the castle. I’m sure you can take it from here… right?”

“Of course.” [Name] replied, grasping the bars as he began to climb. Regardless of how he felt, someone needed to be rescued. He would prove to Malleus that he would beat the labyrinth and return home.

“Kufufu, good luck then. I hope to see you at the castle, [Name].” Lilia’s voice echoed, then footsteps followed and faded away. [Name] continued up the ladder, the light before going dark once more.

Soon enough, he reached the top. He pushed the cover off to the side, light filling his vision once more. The sun was now on the horizon, only a few days streaking towards the pink sky. [Name] guessed he maybe had 15 minutes before sundown and the counter would end, so he had to hurry.

The sight around him showed dark, cottage-like buildings that twisted towards the sky with turrets. Finally, he had made it from the labyrinth.

[Name] could see the castle closely now–its gates were finally in sight… as well as many fae creatures. As he climbed out of what appeared to be a well, many turned to face him. Most shied away, as if he was a repulsive being that infected the very soil he stepped upon. Others grew defensive, baring their fangs at him.

So this was the final challenge–to pass through the village.

[Name] approached, reaching cobblestone steps that winded up towards what he assumed were the gates. Many of the fae disappeared into their homes, but the few that stood their guard quickly formed a wall, blocking [Name]’s path.

[Name]’s teeth grinded at the sight as he was forced to stop, brows furrowed deep. “Move.” He had no care for politeness now–for he was running on limited time.

“Intruder,” One fae spat, taking a small step forward. “You think you can barge into our homes?”

“I’m passing through. Let me go to the castle.” [Name] hissed right back, bristling. He took a step forward as well, showing that he wasn't backing down.

“You bring a dark omen.” Another uttered, dark eyes glaring daggers into [Name]’s chest. “Your presence has already tilted the scales of fate, and have doomed us–”

“I don't care about your nonsense!” [Name] growled. He then propelled himself forward, pushing past the fae and running up the stairs. The fae let out hisses of displeasure, turning to chase after him.

[Name]’s vision funneled as he continued up the flight of stairs in a sprint, growing desperate. If he was going to have any sort of obstacle, then he wasn't going to make it in time. He can't fail now while he is at the foot of the castle.

“MOVE!” [Name] bellowed as some fae peeked out of their homes to see the commotion, only to quickly retreat inside. The group chasing him was starting to gain, so he had to think of a new plan.

Up ahead, a cabbage cart was being wheeled across a landing that opened up to a market. [Name] formed an idea within a split second, swerving to the side to go around the cart, then kicking its side.

“MY CABBAGES!” An old fae cried out as the cart and cabbages crashed down the stairs, hitting the group.

“Sorry!” [Name] called before turning to the market and running deeper inside. The smells of fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat filled the air as people clamored, some calling out to advertise their produce while others were cleaning up for the day. Any people in the streets cleared in front of [Name], as if they were extremely fearful.

No time to ponder it, though. The sun was now just a sliver on the horizon, just minutes away from disappearing. [Name] turned a corner, only to skid to a stop. The path branched off into two, no clear indicator of where the castle’s entrance was.

“Shoot, which one..?!” [Name] muttered under his breath as he glanced between his options. There was a sign that pointed in both directions, but the language was not one he recognized. He looked up at the castle, and decided that left was his best bet.

[Name] took off running once more, passing more of the houses which grew more refined and intricate. This was probably an upper class sector of the village, one that was strangely… empty. There wasn’t much of an opportunity to look around though, his peripheral vision blurring as he ran up the street.

As he ran around a bend, he was forced to stop once more.

“No… no no no!” [Name] felt his knees grow weak, hitting the ground as his heart filled with dread. Before him was a dead end, only leading to a noble’s home. He had gone the wrong way.

[Name] had failed.

The sun’s last sliver of light disappeared, a bell tower chimes ringing in his ears. Soft footsteps sounded behind him, stopping at his heels.

“[Name]...” Malleus’s voice came, and [Name] had to hold back both his tears and his bite. “You’ll understand why I did this. Come with me.”

“Why should I?” [Name] spat, holding his head in his hands. Hot tears built up in his eyes, ones that couldn't be stopped. “You cruel, soul-sucking, backstabbing king! You made me fail!”

“There's still a way to reverse the process.” Malleus spoke firmly, yet his voice was still gentle–cautious, even. He snapped his fingers. “Let me show you.”

A swarm of fireflies circled them, blinding [Name] temporarily before discovering they had teleported. They now stood in what seemed to be a throne room, a dark throne before him with walls covered in rich green tapestries and banners. Next to the throne stood a crib, gently being rocked by shimmering green magic.

Malleus stepped forward to the crib, lifting [Name]’s baby brother into his arms. [Name] could only watch in despair, noting the pointy ears that had now grown on his brother. A symbol that he had truly failed.

“Since the magic is fresh, there’s a way for your brother to return to being a human.” Malleus explained, returning to where [Name] knelt.

“There… there is?” [Name] murmured, wiping away his tears. He lifted his head, finally meeting those evergreen eyes that caused him so much agony… yet still made his cursed heart flutter.

“Indeed.” Malleus spoke. “I cannot entirely reverse the spell itself, but I can transfer its effects. You can save your brother by taking upon the spell yourself.”

[Name]’s eyes grew wide. He would become the fae in return for the freedom of his brother if he accepted.

Malleus knelt down to [Name]’s height, holding out the young baby. “So, will you take the curse and send your brother home, or leave him with me?”

[Name]’s gut wrenched. It was an impossible position to be in–especially with the state of his mind. If he didn't take the deal, he would go home knowing he had sent an innocent child to an unknown life. If he took the deal, however, [Name] would become a fae–and who knew how people would react to that back home?!

A whisper in the back of his mind infiltrated his rushing thoughts. You’d be worse than a failure if you refuse. How dare you even play with the idea that your parent’s golden child will be left here? You sick, repulsive man.

“I-I’ll take the effects.” [Name] choked out, feeling icy claws grip his heart. He didn't want to, but he had to. It was his obligation. “Turn me into a fae.”

Malleus gave what looked to be a bittersweet smile. “Then it shall be.”

Green magic swirled around [Name]’s brother, the sleeping babe squirming slightly as his ears rounded out and his complexion returned. [Name] grunted as he felt the magic then transfer to him, his ears stretching and his fangs growing longer and sharper. He blinked as his vision shifted, the hues shifting into more vibrant colors.

[Name] let out a low whimper at the sensation, which felt akin to severe body aches. The baby remained still as Malleus rose once more, calm as ever.

“Your brother will return home with no memory of what happened, or of you. The human world will cease to know your existence.” Malleus spoke, giving [Name] whiplash.

“What?!” He exclaimed, that familiar sense of panic flooding his nerves. He surely couldn't have heard that right… no? “I’m going home too!”

Malleus shook his head. “No human would accept you as a fae. You would be taken, imprisoned… or worse. You are safe here in Twisted Wonderland.”

Malleus’s arms were swarmed with fireflies once more, the baby in his arms disappearing to what [Name] assumed was the normal world–his world.

“You..!” [Name] shaking stood, feeling the tears that had dried now return. “How many times must you backstab me?! Do you enjoy watching me suffer, running around like a headless chicken?!”

“[Name], listen–”

“No, you listen.” [Name] growled. “I spent 12 hours playing your game, doing everything your way. Yet you still cheat, by that apple, by that dream, and by this deal!”

Malleus’s jaw grew tight, eyes narrowing. “You don't understand. You've always been destined to stay here.”

“Says who?” [Name] retorted, scoffing as he held back sobs. He angrily wiped his tears away, frustrated at both himself and Malleus.

“The Fates.” Malleus replied, taking a step forward. When [Name] swung a punch, he caught the hand, his grip gentle. “Years ago, I was visited by them on my coronation night. They spoke that my beloved soulmate would not be of this world, but would instead come to me by the story of the Labyrinth. You are meant to be here, [Name].”

[Name]’s trembling lips were bit down hard by his teeth, averting his gaze. “That… that can't be. I never knew of this realm until a few hours ago–I only started to read that book a couple weeks ago! How could you be so certain?”

“I knew the moment I laid eyes on you.” Malleus replied, giving [Name]’s hand a squeeze. “I have been with you ever since you read the first words of chapter one. I know that you have never felt belonging in the human realm, but rather in the fantasies you emerge yourself in. Please, my dear… you must believe me.”

[Name] felt his chin being grasped as Malleus forced their eyes to meet, his own pleading. What mess did he get dragged into?!

“I don't have much of a choice anymore, do I..?” [Name] muttered, sniffling. Pathetic, wasn't it? Being brought to tears at the realization that he was never in control. “That's why you rigged everything to make sure I lost–to make sure you trapped me here."

Malleus let out a sigh, his thumb wiping at the corner of [Name]’s eyes. “I’m sorry, but it was the only way I could ensure you would stay.” He softly murmured, pressing his forehead against the others. “I tried to offer you the easy way out, but you were stubborn.”

[Name] felt a wave of numbness wash over him, his tears slowing. A sickening thought bubbled up, making him hesitate. Malleus wasn't wrong… he felt no belonging in the human world. He was drifting through life out of spite for his father and stepmother, and he had nothing there he could truly say was his own. And now, he was out of everyone’s life.

“I… I need some time to process.” [Name] spoke. He backed away, ignoring the small flash of hurt that crossed Malleus’s face that steeled into serene calmness. [Name] turned his back to him, holding his arms with a tight grip. “You have hurt me, Malleus. While you were manipulating behind the scenes, you betrayed my trust.”

“I understand.” Malleus replied in shocking sincerity. “And I do deeply apologize for that. I will make it up to you however you desire–but please, do come around eventually. I wish for you to be content.”

[Name] paused, cursing himself for feeling that flutter in his heart and the tightening of his chest. He hated Malleus, but he loved the feeling of being wanted, of being put first. His conflicting sides were at war, and there was no telling which one would come out on top.

[Name] would deal with those emotions later, though. Now he had to learn how to live in such a strange world. Whether this would be heaven or hell, however, was something yet to be decided.

“I know how you can redeem yourself.” [Name] spoke, turning around to face Malleus once more. His expression had shifted from a sobbing mess to one of acceptance. “I want to go through all the sections of the labyrinth and learn this world. Allow me to come to terms with this realm, and with this new form.”

“Of course.” Malleus smiled at him, a small hint of relief showing as his tense body relaxed. “If you desire, I will take you to every corner of Twisted Wonderland and show you anything you could dream of.”

“Yeah… that would be nice.” [Name] murmured. He knew Malleus by now, and this exploration would only give him an opportunity to learn more. It was perfect… for he was going to plot his revenge. He would make a vow here and now, a promise to himself and the king before him.

Malleus Draconia, you will learn what it means to suffer.

Did you think this was the end? NOPE!! This is only Arc 1... buckle in for my first full length fic.

warning, yap session incoming: Most of my reader inserts are given a base set of personality traits, but I decided to do this MC a bit differently. I was going to have parallels between Sarah from Labyrinth and MC, but then I decided, why do that when I can create an MC who isn't exactly bad, but isn't good either.

MC is human after all, and with all the rage he's built up, he will be petty. And that pettiness applies to you. He is an unreliable narrator, after all, where he only opens up when convienent to excuse his actions.

anyway, I hope you enjoy this arc 1 finale and prepare yourself for arc 2. the taglist is still open to all, just request it in the comments below!

[adzuerebus]

𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚝. 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 4.0K

➳SYNOPSIS: You accidentally send your baby brother off with the Fae King, and are forced to travel through a labyrinth to rescue him. However, the king has his eye on you...

➳LABYRINTH AU

➳Warnings: MC gets ragebaited even more. Suggestive not explicit. Poisoning/betrayal angst

➳BOTH CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

➳Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

➳A/N: wrote the majority of this during a 12 hour layover in S. Korea so my proofreading might be a little off. But I'm home now so updates will hopefully be sooner. I originally was gon cut this chapter shorter but then I was all "nooo I wanna do this scene" and I somehow ended up with 4k words. As a reward for waiting so long tho, enjoy!

➳ TAGLIST: @rein-ygaia

Water sloshed around [Name]’s feet as he turned twisted corners, the soft sand caressing his sore feet. It was actually quite relieving to have some cushioning for his feet after arduous amounts of walking.

[Name] turned yet another corner, the motion endless. However, he came across a strange sight–a dead end with a wooden sign nailed to turn coral walls, with an arrow pointing down. He glanced down, and he noticed that the sand did sink into a deep hole at the end of the corridor. He cautiously approached, examining the sign and the large, gaping hole under the water.

“No way,” [Name] scoffed under his breath, bending over to inspect the strange phenomenon. “Is this maze seriously going to make me go into this?? I don't have gills.”

“Would you like some?”

[Name] jolted at the voice behind him, whipping around and ready to throw a punch in defense. However, his fist was caught with precision, a tentacle wrapping around his arm. He shuddered as he looked at the newcomer, who blocked the exit.

The stranger was a lanky man with silver hair and glasses, a mole decorating the corner of his lips as his lower half was reminiscent of a octopus with eight black tentacles holding up his torso.

“No need to swing at me.” The octopus man scoffed as he released his grip, crossing his forearms over his chest with a small smirk. “I’m here to make you a deal.”

“A deal..?” [Name] raised a brow, hesitant. Who was this strange creature, and why was he trying to bargain with [Name] at a time like this? However, he may be able to get some outside help with this stupid labyrinth, so he might as well hear him out. “Hmph. I’ll give you 10 seconds to get my attention.”

The octopus man gave a sly smile, reaching behind his back and grabbing a piece of parchment paper. “Simple. You receive the ability to breathe underwater to traverse through the next section of the labyrinth, and I get something in return. What do you have to offer?”

[Name] frowned. Well, it sounded like he needed to go through this underwater section regardless, so why not make the trip easier with gills? He wasn't sure how that magic would work, but if it really could…

[Name] let out a thoughtful hum, patting his pockets. He was sure he had tucked something away earlier–aha!

“How about…” [Name] pulled out the mystery object, only to slightly deflate. That's right… while he was out and about earlier, he had found an old pawn shop and found one of those vintage mood rings. It was a strange impulse buy, fueled by nothing but “eh, it's 50 cents.”

“Oh?” The octopus man, however, was intrigued.”I’ve never seen jewelry quite like this before.”

[Name] perked slightly at those words. Maybe he could bamboozle this guy. He cleared his throat, “Ah, yeah. It's something called a mood ring. It changes color depending on your mood.”

The octopus man raised a brow, his tentacles dragging him across the sand as he approached. “Is that so? May I see the proof?”

…uh oh.

[Name] gave a slightly strained smile. He had to follow through if he wanted to pass this guy, so he just hoped his lying game would be on point. “Of course. Give me your hand.”

The octopus extended his human hand out, allowing [Name] to slip on the ring. Inside his head, he mentally begged, please work please work PLEAAASSEEEE–

“Nothing’s happening.” The octopus spoke with his eyes slightly narrowed. A small gleam was in the man’s eye, and [Name] could tell he was highly skeptical. He could only resort to a different route.

“...it only works on believers.” [Name] said bluntly, and he internally face palmed. That was the stupidest response he could’ve given!

“Oh really now?” The octopus man scoffed. Out of the corner of [Name]’s eye, he saw a flicker of green zip by the octopus man’s ear, making the other hesitate. Mixed emotions crossed his visage before he gave [Name] a slightly strained smile. “...I’m sure I am one. Shall we shake on it?”

[Name] had to hide his flabbergastment as he grinned slightly, extending a hand. “Gladly.”

“It's a deal.” The octopus man replied, grabbing the hand and giving it a firm shake. A golden light erupted from the merman’s hand, a bubble emerging from the cracks and floating up to [Name]’s head.

“As promised, your gills.” The octopus spoke, his voice still strained. He was clearly disgruntled from something… maybe [Name] intimidated him after all? He pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat. “And as an additional gift, I’ll send an escort with you.”

“Wait what–”

“Look at that–he looks shrimpy!” A coy voice came from behind. [Name] turned to see two Moray eel mermen climb out from the hole, definitely twins. “Is this the guy we’re supposed to show around, Azul?”

“Yes it is.” The octopus man–apparently named Azul–nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go ahead and lead him out of here. He has the protective bubble.”

“Of course.” The other one spoke, his voice more cunning and calm. He turned to [Name] with a smile that didn't quite reach his heterochromatic eyes. “This way.”

“C’mon shrimpy! We’ll show you a goooood time… heh.” The other grinned, clawed fingers wrapping around [Name]’s biceps. This wasn't what he signed up for!

“I’ll be fine on my own--WOAH!” [Name] didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before he was yanked into the hole.

Small bubbles floated around him, and he sharply inhaled as the cool water hit the rest of his body. Thankfully, he remained dry from the neck up due to his bubble device, but the sensation of breathing underwater was going to take some adjustment… if he was even given the chance. The eel who dragged him spun in the water, making [Name] think of the familiar feeling of being on a roller coaster.

[Name]’s vision went black from the sheer force, and by the time he came to, he felt his body being tossed onto solid land. The bubble popped, and he let out a sputter as his back hit sand.

“Bye bye shrimpy~!” The coy one grinned as he waved goodbye. “Don’t worry, you’ll dry up soon.” The other just gave a nod, submerging into the hole. [Name] couldn't tell which one freaked him out more.

He stood up, wringing out his clothes as he looked around. At least those two held up their promise and led him to the next area–how many were there anyway?! The area was similar to the one before that was like a savannah, but was definitely a desert instead. The water disappeared into sand as the grainy walls split into a fork in the road ahead, the castle in the distance now closer than before.

“Don't worry,” [Name] muttered as he glared at the castle. “I’m coming.”

༺༻

“Hmph, good thing Ashengrotto listened to my advice.” Malleus muttered as he watched the orb intently, the ticks of a large grandfather clock behind him filling in the silence.

The baby had fallen asleep some time ago, which gave Malleus there opportunity to send his hooligans off to think. There were only about 7 hours left until time was up, and he was still undecided if [Name] would make it or not. “Why was he there anyway? I thought I ensured everyone was to be kept away.”

He stood up from his throne, a deep frown on his lips. Malleus strode over to the balcony overlooking the mighty labyrinth, eyes narrowing. He had managed to keep the Heartslaybul and Savannahclaw kingdoms at bay, so he was unsure why the Octavinelle kingdom hadn’t listened.

Malleus would deal with those consequences later. His first priority was going to be the remaining kingdoms and… remind them to listen to his orders, lest they wish to suffer his wrath.

“Lilia.” He spoke, placing his arms behind his back.

“Kufufu, you called?” Lilia’s head poked from above, dangling upside down before he floated down onto the railing.

“Go to Ignihyde and make sure Shroud keeps his citizens inside.” Malleus ordered, keeping his gaze trained on the horizon. “I will be going to Pomefiore. It's too late to go to Scarabia now.”

“Oh?” Lilia mused, noticing the hardened look on Malleus’s face. “Did someone not listen to orders?”

“Ashengrotto and the twins.” Malleus replied, jaw clenching. “They're lucky that [Name] wasn’t tricked, or else I would've smited them.”

Lilia raised a brow. “You're putting so much effort into [Name]’s safety, yet you still made him go through the labyrinth… why?”

Malleus didn't speak for a moment, the silence filled by the gentle ticks of the clock and a soft breeze. Then, he quietly sighed. “Trust the process, Lilia. This is for his own good.”

“If you insist.” Lilia shrugged, a coy grin on his face. “You truly must care about him, eh?”

Malleus faced Lilia, his cold expression slightly softened at the mention. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before he turned around to go inside. “You could say that.”

༺༻

[Name] was starting to miss the water section… a lot.

The hot sun hung in the sky, its harsh light hitting his face and back. His throat felt like sandpaper, begging for a sip of something cool and soothing.

[Name] had no clue where he was, nor how much time he had left now. He kept stumbling forward–by sheer determination or stupidity–hoping that he might come across a stream or perhaps even an oasis.

He dragged himself across the golden sands, his head hung low an unable to look forward, only at his feet. How much longer could he take this..? He couldn't even manage to spew an insult by how exhausted and drained he was.

The walls surrounding him suddenly cut off, and [Name] slowly rose his head in hope. It had to be an opening for an oasis, right?!

Indeed! An oasis stood in the center, water gleaming and inviting. [Name] instantly perked up at the sight of that, a small burst of energy coursing through him. As he moved, however, the oasis never came closer. His energy sputtered out as he exhaled in despair (it was all he could do).

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision of the mirage. If his eyes were to be so easily tricked, then that was a clear sign he was reaching the end of his line.

It was just a flat, rather large clearing. Not a speck of water was in sight… but there was shade. A singular palm tree stood in the center, its large leaves providing a shady area below.

[Name] heaved himself over towards the tree, plopping his exhausted body under the shade. He just needed a small rest–and some water, but that was apparently too far of a reach–to recuperate.

He found himself glaring at the castle, still having some sort of petty anger at the mere sight of it. That castle had become a marker of whether [Name] would succeed or not, and had practically become a dangling carrot.

He would only allow himself some time to rest before he would force himself to go on. If only he had some water, or even some food…

[Name] looked up, and noticed the palm tree did bear a singular coconut. He reached around and wrapped his arms around the tree, first trying to give it a shake. The coconut swayed, but it did not relent.

Ugh, he was going to have to climb it, wasn't he?

[Name] lifted his foot, starting his climb. The bark scratched his palms, but he ignored it as he continued in a half-dazed craze. The top of the tree seemed to stretch further and further away, but he continued on.

The sun climbed higher, as did [Name]. Finally, he was near the coconut. He gave himself a firm grip with his legs around the trunk and one arm as he extended the other, brushing the bottom of the coconut.

…he was just mere centimeters out of reach. [Name] grunted, loosening his grip as he just needed to reach just a little bit further–

The trunk let out a sickening SNNNNAP! as he lost his grip, plummeting to the floor. The wind left his chest as [Name]’s back hit the sand, making him groan in pain. The trunk above now hung in a half-bent state, swaying as small splinters rained down on him.

THUMP!

The coconut nailed into the sand directly next to [Name]’s head, making him jump. Just what was his luck?!

At least he had the coconut.

[Name] picked it up, dusting it off and weighing it as he got up. Once satisfied, he promptly turned and chucked it against the base of the trunk, letting out a loud, “HHRAHH!”

The coconut cracked, and [Name] couldn’t help but let out a smug scoff. His anger was a powerful tool when he wanted to exert force.

[Name] spent the next few minutes drinking the lukewarm coconut water and eating the flesh within, satiating the thirst and hunger he had. He leaned against the tree, letting out a small sigh. His energy was now replenished, thus he could continue on.

༺༻

After endless walking, [Name] had found the exit to the desert and now entered an area similar to the first one he encountered. The walls were a light grey stone with dark hedges decorating the lower half, the floor back to tile.

He hadn't encountered anyone since those mermen, which he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. With the time alone though, [Name] was left to his thoughts. It mostly circled back to absurdity with the labyrinth as a whole, cussing out himself and everyone else involved…

…including Malleus.

[Name] hated how the man plagued his conscious–mind you, they had only talked for a few minutes–but there was a strange thrill that made his heart race. He had always struggled with relationships and connections as a whole, so he didn't have many friends–much less any romantic partners. Everyone who had met [Name] was too intimated by his temper to ever attempt to approach him.

[Name] had long accepted that he would die alone, but he noticed the way Malleus looked at him back in his house. Behind those sly, arrogant eyes held a strange fascination in them… for him. It was hard to miss.

Now he was running circles both in his mind and in the maze, unable to help the childish tug at his heart of a small crush blooming. [Name] loathed the feeling, the slow descent into that fuzzy feeling that burned in his chest.

[Name]’s train of thought came to a halt as he came to a clearing once more, a large tree in the center bearing fruit. An elegant man stood under the tree with a shorter, effeminate boy, picking apples from the large tree. [Name] took a step forward, a lead crunching under his foot and drawing their attention.

“Oh? It’s not everyday we get visitors.” The elegant one spoke as his fingers interlocked, painted lips drawn back into a smile. He turned to the boy next to him. “Epel, go fetch us some tea. It's polite to show hospitality.”

“Yeah, alright.” The other grumbled, receiving a glare in return before he ran off.

The elegant man turned back with his smile and offered his hand out to a table with chairs. “Please, take a seat. I’m sure you're tired.”

“Oh. Thank you…erm.” [Name] replied, cautious yet grateful.

“Vil Schoënheit, but please call me Vil.” The man responded with a small smile.

[Name] walked to the table, drawing the chair back and taking a seat. “Probably worthless to stay for tea though. I’m in a bit of a time crunch.”

Vil frowned, taking a seat across from [Name]. “Ah, I suppose that's true. Perhaps I could send you an apple for the trip?”

[Name] blinked in surprise. Last time he was offered something, he had to exchange something. Now it was being offered up for free? That was an offer he could get down with…

“That would be great, actually. I’ve barely eaten in the last few hours I’ve been here…” [Name] replied, forcing himself to relax. Vil didn't seem like a threat, so he hoped that was the case.

“Here,” Vil plucked up one of the apples he picked from earlier, offering it to [Name]. “Have one. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

[Name] took it, wiping it against his shirt as he gave Vil a small grin. “Thanks again.” He took a bite, the sweet succulent juices of the apple dribbling down his chin. It was heavenly, from the taste to the crunch.

“This tastes gr…” [Name] trailed off, a strange drowsiness overtaking him. From across the table, Vil shook his head.

“Sleep well, little spud. His Majesty’s orders.” Vil sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned back. “You should know better than to take things from strangers.”

“You little..!” [Name] groggily hissed, his temper rising with a sense of panic. However, his body failed him as his eyelids grew heavier, and soon enough, his vision went black.

༺༻

“Urk… my head…”

When he awoke, the scenery had completely changed. [Name] was in a ballroom, people dancing all around him with strange masks. When he looked down, he noticed his attire was different as well, wearing his own ball attire in a spiffy suit.

He felt so disoriented within the room, the twirling dancers on the floor making the room spin. He stumbled through the crowd, trying to find an exit, a sign, anything.

Across the room, sharp green eyes spotted the disoriented man stumbling around.

[Name] felt crushing shoulders and elbows drive into his sides as he tried to move through the crowd, only to get trampled. He let out a few curses under his breath, glaring at the masks faces as they giggled in glee. He shook his fist anger, “I’ll show you something to laugh about–”

“[Name].” That deep, soothing voice came from behind the man, taking [Name]’s raised fist and gently prying it open to interlace their fingers together. Malleus’s warm breath fanned [Name]’s neck as he lowered himself, making the man shudder slightly. “Don't waste energy on them. Focus on me.”

[Name]’s lips pursed tightly as he was guided to spin around, his feet slightly stumbling as he bumped into the Fae King. Their gazes met, and [Name] could feel his breath hitch.

Malleus’s other hand snuggly secured itself onto the dip of [Name]’s back, keeping him close to the other’s body as they swayed to the music. [Name] could only reciprocate, using Malleus as a shield.

“So, have you thought about my offer?” Malleus hummed as he smiled down at [Name], causing the other to avert his gaze away.

“So what if I have?” [Name] scoffed. “It won't happen.”

“My my, you sound so sure.” Malleus replied with a chuckle, extending his arm out to swing [Name] out before twirling him back in to his arms. “I can give you the escape you wish for. I ask for so little, my dear.”

“And how do you know what I want?” [Name] retorted, ignoring the flutter in his chest. “Maybe escape isn't what I want.”

“If that was the case, then why do you seek for it with every waking moment?” Malleus smirked, pulling [Name] even closer. Their noses brushed against each other as their chests pressed, warm breaths mingling. “You act tough to keep others away from you to prevent being disappointed in others–of being truly alone. You make yourself unloveable in fear of falling in love yourself.”

[Name] almost choked at those words, the direct verbal blow hitting right in his chest. That was just a bit too close to home… but as if he’d allow Malleus to know that. In an attempt to recover some face, he scowled, “You make assumptions, but you don't know me.”

“Or do I?” Malleus murmured. His hand trailed up and found it's way under [Name]’s chin once more, gently cupping it. “You have an hour, [Name]. If you do not arrive at the castle by then, your baby brother will become a fae. I’ll offer to you once more…”

His gloved thumb brushed the bottom of [Name]’s lip, slightly pushing in before he hesitated, eyes flicking down to where it prodded plump skin. [Name]’s eyes slightly widened at the action, a jolt of heat searing into his veins as uncontrollable attraction electrocuted him. Malleus’s hand traveled down instead to lead [Name] into a dip, the music ending.

“Stay, and rule along side me. I will give you everything and anything.” Malleus asked, his voice gentle. His emerald eyes gazed into [Name]’s, undeniably soft and ever so strikingly handsome. “I will grant you salvation, but only if you so wish.”

“I…” [Name] gulped, body stiff as Malleus held him in the dip. His head felt as fuzzy as his chest, the dizzying feeling causing his brain’s thoughts to stumble.

What did he want..?

Malleus brought [Name] back up after a heartbeat of silence, releasing him from his caress. “When the bell tolls at the final hour, we will let fate decide who gets what, hm?”

Malleus’s eyes flicked down to [Name]’s lips once more, the intent clear. [Name] didn't know what overcome him in that moment, but he leaned in, their lips brushing. Malleus’s own lilted into a small grin, and their lips molded together.

[Name] had never kissed anyone before, so he led by instinct, that bubbling heat that rose in his chest now sinking. He never expected the Fae King’s lips to be as soft and inviting as they were now, and he could practically melt into it. It was almost like a dream…

Wait a moment.

[Name] pulled away, half done as he took a cautious step back. The crowds from before had disappeared, as well as the scenery. All that was left was Malleus in a white void, giving [Name] the wake up call he needed as memories flooded back to his current situation.

“You cheat!” [Name] hissed, hurt flashing across his face as he raised an accusatory finger. “You told that man to give me a poisoned apple to cost me time, then you have the balls to seduce me?!”

“[Name]--” Malleus tried to calm the other down, but was cut off.

“Don’t.” He spat, glaring daggers. [Name]’s fear had been used against him, and that stung more than any betrayal he’s received before. “You despicable scum! Let me wake up now!”

“Whether you wake up or not is in your hands.” Malleus gave [Name] a sad smile. “Please understand, I did this for your own good.”

“Gah! Get out of here!” [Name] spat, waving his arms at Malleus. The once solid figure now turned to smoke at the attempted attack, leaving [Name]... alone.

“Curse myself and this stupid labyrinth with that stupid king!” [Name] yelled as he felt his vision blur. His hand went up to he eyes, where he felt hit tears starting to form. No, he can’t cry–he wasn't weak. He got this far, and now he was going to rescue his baby brother.

[Name] would have to steel his heart once more, for his pride and trust had been stomped at the infiltration of Malleus. He vowed at that very moment that he wouldn't fall for such tricks again.

Around [Name], the world began to crack, bright sunlight bursting at the seams as the dream realm. He had to work with an hour left, but he was so close to the castle now that it was practically within reach. He would face Malleus and take back his brother, going back to the life he had with his…well, himself.

After all, if there's one thing he’s learned during his time in the labyrinth, it was that [Name]’s stubbornness would prevail.

can you tell I have a favorite scene to write. in all the fanfics I've posted to this account they ALL have had ballroom dancing. I need high tension dancing injected into my veins. anyway yes malleus kiss but you don't get to savor it

[adzuerebus]

𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝ੈ✩‧₊˚

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 2.8K

➳SYNOPSIS: You accidentally send your baby brother off with the Fae King, and are forced to travel through a labyrinth to rescue him. However, the king has his eye on you...

➳LABYRINTH AU

➳Warnings: MC gets ragebaited super hard. Mommy AND daddy issues. That's about it.

➳BOTH CHARACTERS ARE 18+! I'm not going to be the OG labyrinth creator and make MC an underage teenager...

➳Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

➳A/N: so sorry for the inactivity, but now I'm actively writing some more (everyone cheers). I am STILL on vacation so updates may be slow for the next while, but I am mostly writing in my downtime. However, I'm hoping this fic will be a good and long one, since I'm taking more creative liberties with it. For the meanwhile, enjoy!

The wind whistled through the branches as dark clouds gathered, rustling into the hair of [Name]. He sat upon a stone bench in a park, reading a book. He was enraptured by a story of a fae king, residing deep within a valley of briar. The king and his fae citizens were ostracized from society after placing a curse on a royal baby, who would later disappear into hiding.

BONG…BONG…

The bell tower above struck, making him jump. Then, his eyes went wide as he realized what time it was. “Shoot–I’m going to be late!”

He tucked his book into his coat pocket, gritting his teeth as he ran. The dark clouds above let out a mighty rumble, splotches of rain falling before coming to a downpour.

Great, now he was soaked.

He reached his house shortly after, coming up the steps as his father and stepmother stood in the doorway, dressed to the nines.

“There you are.” His stepmother scowled slightly, letting out a displeased groan at the sight of [Name]’s soaking wet mess. “We just put your brother to sleep–”

The cries of the baby cut her off as she grimaced, the fur coat around her shoulders tightening.

“Why are you guys going out anyway?” [Name] scoffed, walking past the two as he took off his own coat, grabbing his book. “I’m only home for so long before I head back to my college campus, and you decide to go out on a date?”

“[Name]...” His father frowned, stepping forward to clasp his shoulder. “C’mon now, you know we don't do date nights very often–espcially with the baby.”

“So I’m just a babysitter.” [Name] glared, shaking off the hand on his shoulder. He made it to the base of the stairs before he spat, “So this is what I get after I leave the house? I came back this week to try and be with the family, but you clearly have other ideas. Guess I should be grateful I even have my bedroom and that its not storage, huh?”

“[Name]!” His stepmother gasped, and his father just let out a sigh. The baby’s cries got louder, which just added onto [Name]’s irritation.

“We’ll be back by midnight. We can spend the day tomorrow together.” His father spoke, only making [Name] roll his eyes. “I promise.”

“Don't bother. I’ll leave in the morning.” [Name] spat, storming up the stairs.

His father stepped forward to give chase, but the stepmother stopped him. “Let's just leave, dear. We’re going to be late.”

Meanwhile, [Name] made it to his room, the walls barren and the bedsheets plain. He had long stripped his room of his things when he went away to college, trying to get away from his family. Their relationship was… strained, especially after his mother died and his father remarried. Now with this child, it almost seemed like his parents were trying to babytrap him.

Speaking of which, the baby wailed louder and louder, unrelenting. [Name] tried to ignore it and bury himself into his book, but that baby was persistent.

“Ugh, fine!” [Name] hissed as he finally rose from his bed, traveling down the hallway to his parents bedroom. Thunder rumbled and lightning cracked outside the window as the storm raged, mixing in with his baby brother’s cries.

[Name] picked up the baby and held it in his arms, patting his back as he rocked. “Go to sleep, I beg of you!” He groaned in exasperation. He wasn't all too great with kids either way, so he wasn't sure how to even comfort the baby.

The baby, despite [Name]’s pleas, continued to cry. Lightning lit up the room as [Name]’s irritation reached it's peak.

“You know,” he muttered to the baby, eye twitching. “If you continue to misbehave like this and not go to bed, the fae will put a curse on you and take you away.”

He was met only with wails.

[Name] grimaced, and he felt the last straw of patience pull out of him. He laid the baby down as he scowled. “Maybe I should let the fae have you. It would bring some peace to this house.”

[Name] went to the doorway, listening to the cries of the baby. Deep anger and resentment was built up inside him–and in the back of his mind, he knew the baby wasn't at fault, but his brain wasn't thinking logically.

“Gah! I wish the fae would take you away!” He grumbled, about to close the door when he paused.

The cries had stopped.

He turned around suspiciously, fingers brushing over the light switch as he looked around the room. The crib where he had laid the baby down was still. A small lump was still inside, twitching as [Name] grew closer.

Outside, the storm had ceased, making the room deathly silent…

BANG!

Nevermind. A flying creature of some sort crashed against the window, making [Name] jump. He paid it no mind though, as he had a large matter at hand.

He pulled back the blanket over the lump, only to find the crib empty. A low gasp left his mouth before another crash sounded, the windows blasting open as the lights went out.

“Ah, dearest [Name].” A low voice uttered in an amused tone, making the other whip around to the noise. Before him stood a tall, dark figure with twisted horns and glowing green eyes. A gust of wind picked up, flowing through the figure’s cape. It held a striking resemblance to the fae king [Name] read about… but that was beside the point. “We meet at last–”

“What did you do to my brother?!” [Name] held an accusatory finger up, his teeth gritting as he hesitantly stood in place. He wasn't sure if this man was dangerous quite yet.

The figure paused, then let out a chuckle. “Oh my, don't tell me you're worried? You're the one who wished the fae to take him away.”

“I didn't actually mean it!” [Name] scowled, his attention drawn to a rustle behind him. Several smaller fae were spotted around the room, sneering at him. The figure raised his hand, silencing them.

“Fear not, for your brother is in good hands.” He spoke coolly, taking steps to close the distance. He towered over [Name], bending down slightly to the other’s gaze. Now [Name] could see his face properly, he couldn't help but find him gorgeous… gah, not now!

“I don't care. Give him back.” [Name] hissed, holding his ground and puffing his chest slightly. Who cares how handsome this king was–no one takes his stepbrother and gets away with it.

The fae king smirked, leaning back. “Oh, you're so determined. How cute.” His hand raised to brush [Name]’s cheek, but he didn't linger long before he bowed slightly. “I am the King of the Fae, Malleus Draconia.”

[Name] glared at the king, pursing his lips. So it truly was the king from the book he read… how did he come to be in real life?!

Malleus examined [Name]’s tight expression as he frowned, tilting his head. “Hmm. Well, I suppose I could give him back. On one condition, of course…”

He smirked once more, offering his hand out. “Your hand would suffice.”

[Name] couldn't help but choke. The absurdity of this man–!

“N-no…” He managed out, clearing his throat awkwardly. He wasn't stupid enough to sign off to a betrothal, especially to someone he thought was fantasy just a few minutes ago. “Surely there's some other way?”

Malleus’s eyes narrowed as his gloved hand curled into a fist, dropping to his side as he rose to his full height once more. “Ah. Well, the magic on your brother will settle in about…” A clock appeared, the hands ticking right at the 12. “Twelve hours. Then he will become a fae.”

[Name] had to stifle a gasp, his own knuckles growing white as he listened. “I can't let that happen. How do I reverse this?”

Malleus waved the clock away, crossing his arms. “Simple. Reach my castle before the twelve hours are up, and I’ll return your brother.” He stepped to the side to point in the distance, where the window had disappeared and it opened into a view of a distant castle.

“That's it..?” [Name] couldn't help but scoff. The castle didn't seem all too far, maybe an hour-long walk from where they stood. But then his eyes traveled down, and he saw a large labyrinth below. “...oh.”

Malleus couldn't help but laugh slightly, stepping towards the clearing. “The offer still stands, my dear. Become my husband, and I’ll give you a happy life and your brother back.”

“I'll think on it.” [Name] huffed, absentminded as he examined the maze. He got himself in this mess, so he best get himself out of it.

Malleus grinned at the remark, placing his hands behind his back. “You’ll have plenty of time to think of it. When you're lost in this labyrinth in twelve hours, I’ll come get you. I’m sure you’ll be begging for me to save you.”

A sparkle of green surrounded him, and he burst into fireflies, floating away towards the castle. [Name] didn't even have a chance to retort at the man, leaving him only to start on the path.

“This can't be that hard, right..?”

༺༻

Boy was he so utterly wrong.

[Name] had entered the maze about an hour ago, thanks to a fae at the entrance who reluctantly agreed to show him the door. He came in to see only two passage ways, but later learned from another creature the other entrance was an illusion in plain sight. The new area he entered looked like a garden, with trimmed hedges winding along paths with aromatic roses dripping with red paint.

[Name] had grown confident, but it withered away as he felt even more lost. “Have I passed this area before..?” He muttered, frowning as he examined the hedge wall. He probably needed to put markers down, but with what?

“Gah! Curse this stupid labyrinth, curse that king, and curse myself!” [Name] spewed with frustration as he kicked a stone, throwing his hands into the air. Why was he so determined anyway? Maybe it was better to leave his brother behind, then maybe his parents wouldn't guilt trip him into being free labor…

Oh, what was he thinking? Despite his resentment, his brother wasn't deserving of this fate. [Name] was the one who wished him away, so the least he could do was save him.

He reached for the leaves, grasping a rose and tugging it from it's stem. It landed softly, curling at [Name]’s feet. It wasn't much, but it could serve as a marker for now.

[Name] stepped away, turning down a corner. He plucked roses as often as he could, trying to mark some kind of path he could go back on. He turned corner after corner, the walls all blurring together with that same evergreen hedge. He found himself at yet another 4-way stop, so he picked another rose and laid it out.

He looked up, trying to spot the castle. It seemed to taunt him from its high perch far away, as if saying “just give up, you’ll never get your brother back.”

“Ugh, does this labyrinth go on forever?” [Name] grumbled, facing back down to notice the rose had disappeared. “Wha..?”

Then, he spotted them. The stone tiles shifted, little creatures that looked like hedgehogs lifting the rock and snagging the rose to pull underneath. [Name] scowled and shouted out, “Hey! Don't touch that!”

The little creatures let out a small screech, slurping the rose into the hole with even faster speed before disappearing. [Name] now understood why he was so lost–his markers were being sabotaged!

[Name] gripped his hair into fists, ready to pull it out from sheer frustration. “Ohh when I get my hands on that king’s neck–I don't care how handsome he is!” He felt himself get swept up in fury, storming down the path as he spewed curses and insults left and right.

…it appeared he blacked out for a moment.

When [Name] came to, huffing and puffing, he had entered a completely new section of the labyrinth, where the lush green hedges had been replaced with rough sandstone and thin, winding branches. Vines were strung from the branches, reminiscent of a savannah.

[Name] could work with this. Maybe letting his anger out could prove some usefulness.

༺༻

“He’s already made it to the second ring, hm?”

Malleus sat in his throne, holding a crystal ball that held the vision of [Name] traversing the new area. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight, tilting his head. “Perhaps I underestimated him. What are your thoughts?”

He turned to the baby next to him, who was being entertained by some of Malleus’s hooligans. The baby let out a coo, making Malleus scoff.

“Ah, you're no fun to talk to.” Malleus sighed, turning back to the glass ball. “Your brother is very intriguing to me. I thought he would give up and use this chance to move on, but I guess not.”

Malleus had been watching [Name] for awhile–he knew all who read his story after all–but he had to admit that the man was an enigma. From what he observed, [Name] struggled to be with his father and stepmother, but still wanted a family… to be wanted and loved. Yet, they couldn't give [Name] what he wanted, especially with the child that was currently at Malleus’s side.

Malleus could give [Name] that. He wanted to, even. He had found himself forming a strange connection and attraction while he observed [Name] these past few weeks, and he was certain he knew the man better than anyone else. But with how… stubborn [Name] was, Malleus knew he'd have to bide his time.

“Let's see if he succeeds. It's only 2 hours in now.” Malleus mused, gazing into the ball and watching [Name]. He’d have him sooner or later, somehow.

༺༻

“Uff–!”

[Name] let out one last grunt as he slid down the wall, forced to admit defeat. He had tried to climb the walls to see a better view of the labyrinth, but the walls were too curved to give his feet any hold.

“Stupid wall, didn't want to climb you anyway…” [Name] grumbled as he wiped his pants of the dust. So be it–if he wasn’t able to cheat the system, he’d beat the everliving hell out of it.

He reached over to where the vines hung from the trees, tugging them down firmly. They bundled at his feet like rope, and were perfect for [Name]’s next idea.

He grabbed the ends of the vines and tied them together to make a chain, giving him at least a hundred steps of distance to cover. He lastly tied the end of the rope back to the tree, wrapping it around the thickest branch and giving it a test tug before nodding in satisfaction.

He started to walk away, watching the vines lift as he grasped his end. The vines were acting as a different type of marker, one that surely couldn't be so easily sabotaged–

A huge gust of wind blew past, sand clouding it together as it ransacked the path like a tornado. The vine whipped back and forth as [Name] tried to keep his grip on it. Sand and other particles hit his eyes, forcing one hand to go up to shield his eyes.

His grip was now loose with the vines, and he could feel it slip from his grip. The sandstorm was relentless, trying to suck in the vines with its wind.

“You're… not having this..!” [Name] protested as he was forced to switch to two hands, now playing tug of war with the sandstorm. He squeezed his eyes shut, using his heels and back to try and find a corner he could use.

However, the sandstorm’s power just surged, and he could feel his feet being lifted from the ground. He let out a small yelp, feeling his body being thrown around in the wind. [Name] was forced to release the vines, arms sprawled to try and find something to cling to.

“AAAAAH!”

[Name] landed flat on his bottom, the sandstorm finally dropping him. The small stings of sand hitting his skin faded away as the wind moved away.

He squinted as the sandstorm sucked up the vines, watching them whirl in the storm as it traveled away into the distance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” [Name] rubbed his sore eyes, ready to release another string of curses until he realized where he was.

It was a new area!

This section was vastly different, with the walls replaced with vibrant corals, different hues of red and yellow mingling with other bouts of what looked like sea life. The ground dipped before him, the floor covered in still water with sand at the bottom.

“...huh.” [Name] muttered, getting up slowly. He took off his socks and shoes and rolls up his pants before dipping his toes into the water. It was cool to the touch, and was quite refreshing.

The castle was getting closer and closer with every new section, so there was only one way to go–forward.

David Bowie is so hot in this movie I can't lie. mix in Malleus? I'm absolutely floored.

[adzuerebus]

currently in Tokyo and had to obvs do a Malleus + twst haul...

idk how I managed to luck out with the pin and cards ngl but I'm very happy that I can now build a malleus shrine hehe

[adzuerebus]

⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚝. 2 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

➳Malleus x M!Reader

➳Words: 3.6K

➳SYNOPSIS: You live a double life--forced to balance your job as a model and your duties as an assassin. When you're told that your next hit will be on the most powerful man in the city, you have to infiltrate into his heart to try and kill him. However, half of the job is already done before you even start.

➳Warnings: YANDERE!Malleus, vomit, drugging/poisoning, overall red flags

➳Part 1

➳A/N: here's part 2 for y'all. this took me ages and I'm not all too happy with it, but what can you do I guess...

The knife clattered to the floor as [Name] took a step away. He could stop the killing and bloodshed… wash away the dozens of lives he had taken. He didn't want this life anymore, to the point where Malleus’s offer didn't seem all too bad…

“Give me the money to buy out my contract.” [Name] spoke coldly. “Uphold your end of the deal, then I will.”

Malleus’s head drifted down to meet with [Name]’s gaze once more, his lips curved up in a rather smug grin. “Of course, my dear. You won't regret this.”

However, [Name] felt the opposite. A sickening dread had washed over him, and he could feel cold sweat on his back. The bars of his cage had disappeared, but now his wings were clipped–no, they were severed off without a second glance. Did he make the right choice…?

He had escaped the life he hated, but now he had to face the consequences of his decision.

“Guess I should call my boss…” [Name] muttered, pulling out his phone. He dialed the number, letting the line go for a few rings before it was picked up.

“Ah, finished the job so quickly? Let me–”

“I’m quitting.” [Name] cut him off, stealing a glance at Malleus. The other watched with an ecstatic expression, not a care in the world about his wound.

“What do you mean you're quitting?!”

[Name]’s face couldn't help but contort into a grimace. The fury in the CEO’s tone was unlike one he had heard before…

“Let me.” Malleus hummed gleefully as he plucked [Name]’s phone, awkwardly fumbling with it as he put them on speaker (despite accidentally clicking mute or the keypad at first…). “My dear associate, you needn't worry. [Name] will be in good hands.”

Silence came from the other end. Then, the CEO muttered, “What kind of offer did you have to pull to get my top employee..?”

“The money that would've come from the hit and some other amenities.” Malleus replied coolly, his eyes trained on [Name]. “Oh, speaking of which, I’ll be refunding that.”

[Name]’s chest grew heavy, feeling metaphorical chains wrapping around his body with every word Malleus spoke. He avoided Malleus’s gaze, fearing that if he looked at him, he would watch the key being gulped down Malleus’s throat.

“How did you–?!” The CEO sputtered before quickly catching himself. “Ahem. We will discuss this matter later. Please return me to Mr. [L. Name].”

“No.” Malleus smugly replied. “You heard him. He’s no longer under your contract. The money will be wired to you shortly, plus some extra for your troubles.”

“I–excuse me?! Mr. Draconia??” The CEO tried to speak, but Malleus thumbed the large red button on the screen. He faced [Name], the phone in his hands slipping into his own pocket.

“It's official now, so you won't be needing your device. I will provide everything for you.” Malleus smiled, watching as [Name] could only stand helplessly.

This couldn't be right. Surely [Name] had more liberties than when he was with ALTER EGO, no?

“Wait a moment, was this a part of the deal?” [Name] questioned, giving a strained smile through gritted teeth. “If I recall, the only thing I had to do was to stay with you, right?”

Malleus shook his head, letting out a tsk. “I can tell you're concerned, but trust me, my darling. This manor has rules, and you’ll be expected to follow them. The usage of these needless phones is just one of them.”

[Name] felt his heart drop to his stomach, his forced smile dropping. “You never told me there were rules.”

Malleus’s smile didn't quite seem to reach his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, taking a step closer to close the distance between them. “Ah, I suppose I didn't. I figured I may as well have you agree to be here before I scared you off.”

[Name] took a step back in retaliation, pupils shrinking. “You didn't state anything about additional clauses!” Anger bubbled up in his chest, and despite his dread and caution, he was tinkering the edge of the tightrope of going mad.

He lifted an accusing finger at Malleus’s chest (which had stopped bleeding for now), swallowing back the anxious pit in his twisting stomach. “I’m not doing this–!”

“You're too late now.” Malleus ignored [Name]’s attempt to back away as he closed in once more, grasping the other’s shoulders in an iron grip. “I upheld my end of the deal, darling. It's your turn.”

[Name] felt his throat close up as his anxiety spiked, the padlock sealing itself amongst the chains he now had to bear. How did he fall for the same ruse twice?! First his desperation to get into ALTER EGO, and now that same feeling to get out of it had led him into these situations.

He felt so utterly stupid and helpless.

“I… oh God.” [Name] whispered, feeling his body begin to tremble. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. “I’m going to hurl.”

Malleus kept that uncanny grin on his face, his hands traveling down to the small of [Name]’s back. “Let me escort you to the bathroom.”

[Name] knew Malleus had no concerns now, especially since he had practically played right into his hand. He was supposed to be a ruthless assassin–an elegant model that the world adored! How pathetic was he, getting sick with anxiety after he made stupid decisions. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Hot acid burned his tongue as they reached the bathroom, barely making it into the toilet bowl. Malleus stood at the doorway, watching with keen eyes. That only made [Name] heave up more, his body tremors rattling his body as he painted.

“...go away.” [Name] mumbled, wiping the corners of his mouth. He felt so vulnerable and bare, his composure thrown out the window long ago.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, darling.” Malleus cooed, grabbing one of the hand towels and dabbing at the blood on his shirt. “Your worries will disappear–”

“I said to go away!” [Name] snapped, shaking rising from the toilet bowl. He stumbled slightly as he mustered his strength to shove Malleus out, slamming the door shut and locking it.

“What are you doing? Let me in at once.” Malleus’s voice had grown cold, an eerie chill running along [Name]’s spine.

However, [Name] chose to ignore him, facing the mirror. Get yourself together, he thought to himself, running the tap and splashing cold water on his face. He glared at himself in the mirror, trying to conjure up a solution.

He squinted as sunlight suddenly hit his face, the cloudy skies breaking as the sun streamed into the window–wait, window..?

[Name] turned towards the window, a sudden idea striking him.

The door knob twisted as the wood was pounded on. “Please, my dear. Let me in. I’ll clean you up and get you some hot tea.”

Ah, he would have to deal with that first.

“...get me the tea first.” [Name] demanded, fingers trailing along the windowsill. He found the latch along the side, silently flicking it to unlock.

Malleus stopped in his attempts to break in, hesitant. Then, he murmured. “I’ll summon a servant. One moment.”

Footsteps walked away from the door, but didn't go too far. [Name] would have to keep quiet, but he had an opening. He pushed the window open, gathering the strength in his legs to leap up. He wiggled his way up, looking around outside. He was probably in the backyard, due to the forest he could see in the back. Maybe he could run in there to shake off his scent…

His foot made contact with the windowsill, the noise louder than intended. [Name] tumbled onto the grass, hearing the faint yells of Malleus before booking it.

Uh oh, running was not the best decision.

[Name] only ran a few yards before feeling his stomach revolt once more, spitting out warm saliva as well as he dry heaved.

“There!” A guard had yelled out, and [Name] jolted. He forced the rest of the bile in his throat down as he ran once more, trying to get to the treeline. If he could just make it..!

“Uff–!”

[Name] hit the ground as he was tackled, letting out a wheeze as the air was knocked out of him. No, no no no… he couldn't go down so easily!

He summoned the last of his strength to thrash around, rolling over and landing on the guard as he shakily got to his feet. He then stomped on the guard’s stomach before taking off once more, other guards rounding the corner and trying to catch up.

[Name] felt the adrenaline course through his body as he approached the treeline, ducking and weaving around large trunks. The guards behind him shouted, but their voices fell on deaf ears.

[Name] could feel hope for the first time in years–he was finally free!

He glanced behind him, noticing the guards were out of view. He ducked behind a large tree, catching his breath as he swallowed harshly. He had to force his stomach to cooperate for now.

“Such valiant efforts, only to be wasted.” A voice sighed from beside him. [Name] froze, slowly turning to the owner. A short man with black hair and pink strips stood, shaking his head. [Name] recognized him–it was Malleus's right hand man, Lilia. “Sorry, but you're under Malleus’s jurisdiction now. No escaping.”

A cloth landed over [Name]’s mouth, making his eyes go wide. Was this chloroform?! He grasped Lilia’s arm, trying so desperately to tear it away before the effects kicked in.

“Shh.. just accept it.” Lilia spoke calmly, his strength greater than [Name] imagined. He could feel his body shut down as his vision blurred. “It'll be easier for the both of us.”

[Name]’s hands lost their grip before his world then went dark.

༺༻

Birds chirped outside [Name]’s window, making him groan as he turned over in bed, trying to avoid the sunlight streaking in. He pulled the sheets over his head, his head panging. Did he drink a lot last night..? Why was his memory so fuzzy?

He paused as he felt a warm body next to him, only then cracking an eye open. Intense emerald eyes stared right back, and [Name] could feel his memory returning.

“GAH!” He jolted, holding the bedsheet up to his chest. He was still clothed, but why was he in the same bed as his new captor?! “What are you doing here?” He hissed, wincing as his headache throbbed.

Malleus smiled, quite cozy in bed beside [Name]. “I’m making sure you're alright. You were quite sick, after all. Vomited everywhere.”

[Name] grimaced at the memory. His throat was still slightly sore, but at least his stomach wasn't rejecting everything inside it now.

As the rest of his scattered memories returned to him, [Name] inched away from Malleus, the familiar cold sweat returning. He had to be in a lot of trouble after his escape attempt… he feared for whatever punishment the other had in store.

Malleus, however, only twisted to the bedside table and handed over a cup filled with tea. “Here, my darling. It will help your headache.”

[Name] eyed it distrustingly, lips curling into a scowl. “How do I know it isn't poison, huh?”

Malleus frowned, hurt crossing his face. “[Name], I know you're not happy about the situation right now, but you have to believe me when I only want the best for you.”

[Name]’s eyes flickered between the cup and Malleus’s gaze. The fact he had used his name and such a serious tone might mean Malleus was being truthful, but [Name] had some severe trust issues right now.

Malleus placed the tea in his lap, reaching over and he gently brushed away [Name]’s bangs to cup his cheek. “Please? I want you to get better, my love.”

[Name] pursed his lips, then sighed. Malleus was being surprisingly tender to him right now–somethig [Name] had never experienced before yet yearned for. It was as if Malleus was trying to cater towards [Name]’s weak spots…

“...fine.”

He decided to give himself the excuse of being so disoriented to accept the drink, not the conflicting feelings that were rising within him. On one hand, he now hated Malleus for essentially trapping him here–but on the other hand, a tiny voice in the back of his consciousness craved the action of being loved.

[Name] took the tea, giving it a sniff. The tea seemed… relatively normal. It smelt of herbs and leaves, not of any poisons or drugs. He had to gamble the chance that there wasn't a scentless and tasteless drug in it.

“See?” Malleus hummed as [Name] took an uncertain sip. “Nothing in it to harm you.”

…[Name] hated to admit it was good tea as well. He found himself sipping even more until he had gulped the entire thing down. Welp, if there was poison, he hoped it worked fast and that his death would be swift.

He places the cup down, still frowning as he went to the edge of the bed. “You never stated why you're in bed with me…”

Malleus only gave that same grin, his eyes crinkling with that twisted adoration [Name] had noticed all too much. “Why not? We’re together now, so doesn't it make sense to share a bed?”

“...excuse me?”

Malleus chuckled at the response, laying against the pillows as his hungry gaze licked up and down [Name]’s form. “That was part of our deal. You stay with me–meaning we are betrothed, of course.”

[Name] was just about ready to hurl once more at the words. Not only did he manage to trap himself in this manor, but he also accidentally signed away his own hand?!

“You just keep popping up all these additional clauses,” [Name] scowled, unable to hide his thinly veiled frustration. “Aren't you a businessman? You should know that your contracts should have all the fine print available, not in subtext or context clues.”

Malleus smirked, his amusement clear as day as he ran a hand through his dark bangs (to which [Name] had to force the tiny voice in him to not acknowledge how attractive it was..). “...I suppose you're right, my dear. I’ll conjure up a proper contract for the expectations, how about that?”

Malleus paused, then added. “But remember, you already agreed to this contract, so you can't back out of it.”

…welp.

[Name] couldn't resist rolling his eyes. “Whatever. Don't think I could anyway by how you’re keeping me hostage.”

Malleus let out a small scoff, pulling the sheets away as he got up. “It's not a hostage situation. Consider it as… you moving to a new chapter. Like moving out “

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like something a kidnapper would say.” [Name] grumbled, turning away from Malleus. If he couldn’t escape on his own, maybe he could annoy his way out of this scenario. Make Malleus so utterly fed up with him that he’d beg for [Name] to leave.

There was a pause of silence, then [Name] heard footsteps behind him. Malleus walked to the other side of his bed, his face more serious. “I’m not a kidnapper, my love.” He spoke firmly, eyes narrowed. “You agreed to this.”

[Name] glared right back, tilting his chin high. “I agreed on a simple exchange. You pay my contract, and I keep you company. I did not agree to becoming betrothed and stuck here!”

Malleus’s lips curled into a frown, but he didn't respond right away. Instead, he bent down, grasping [Name]’s chin and forcing him to gaze into his eyes. “Careful with that tongue of yours. The wrong words can land you into consequences you wouldn't want to face “

[Name] had to hold back a shudder, being forcefully reminded of the power imbalance the two had. Malleus let his words sink in before his small smile returned to his lips.

“I’ll be working for a few hours. I’ll send Silver to escort you for today… so no causing trouble.” He murmured, pressing a chaste kiss on [Name]’s cheek. “I’ll try and be back for lunch.”

He straighened up, his fingers trailing on [Name]’s skin before he exited the room. [Name] turned to watch, his rye catching the glimpse of the guards stationed outside the door. Malleus muttered something to them before the door closed behind him, leaving [Name] alone.

He exhaled a breath he had been holding, rubbing his cheek where Malleus had kissed him. He didn't dare entertain the thoughts in his mind, instead focusing on his plan.

Since he failed to escape yesterday, he knew security would be heightened to try and contain him. Taking a glance out the window also revealed that he was rather high up, perhaps three stories tall, so that was out if the question as well.

His training had briefly gone over a section about hostage situations, but those usually included being bound to a chair in a warehouse. No training exercise could compare to [Name]’s current predicament.

So if escape wouldn't work right off the bat, he would have to bide his time. Maybe if he could earn Malleus’s trust, he could gain more freedom and find the right opportunity to slip away.

It would be a waiting game, but it was all he had. Anything to escape the chains he had been bound to.

Soon enough, the hours passed within a blink of an eye. Lunch came and went with no sign of Malleus. [Name] couldn't tell if he was relieved or a bit offended that he was stood up, but he decided not to think much of it.

Silver walked behind him as they began to walk up the long flights of stairs, ever so silent. It was a bet unnerving, to be honest. [Name] walked halfway up the stairs before he had to pause, catching his breath.

“Am I really this out of shape?” He muttered, frowning as Silver approached.

“Are you alright, sir?” The guard asked cautiously, hands hovering over [Name] but still keeping distance. As if he knew [Name] was Malleus’s property, only to be touched by the owner.

“I’m fine.” [Name] huffed, forcing his body to stand up straight. He was still a man of dignity, even if Malleus was doing a good job of stripping it from him. “Just…” He was interrupted with a sudden yawn. When did he grow so tired? “...drowsy, I suppose.”

Silver could only nod, his stoic expression not giving [Name] any comfort.

[Name] frowned as he continued up the steps, taking smaller steps. When did he start feeling weak like this? He works out enough to keep fit, so why was his stamina declining so fast?

Well, whatever it was, he hoped it would pass.

A cough ramshacked his body, violent and sharp in his lungs. [Name] couldn't help but drop to the floor, holding his chest in pain, wheezing. Silver rushed to his side, helping him up as he called for help.

What was going on?! Why was he so sickly?

[Name] sputtered, feeling his limbs his limp as the servants swarmed him like ants. His head felt like it was splitting, his vision doubled as he went into a coughing fit.

What kind of karma was this..? Has his crimes finally caught up to him, trapping him in this manor?! There was no telling, and soon enough, he found himself blacked out once more.

༺༻

Days blurred together, bleeding into months. Every day felt the same being bedridden to [Name]. It drove him madder than anything else he’s experienced to become so ill while being kept hostage.

There were some advantages, though. Malleus was at his side frequently, keeping him company while his awfully dreadful sickness worsened. [Name] had grown thinner despite the food forced down his throat, his skin several shades paler as the life was sucked out of him.

Sometimes, he could feel his body recover. His immune system had learned to fight against the mysterious ailment, thanks to the medicine Malleus provided, but nothing was enough to get him out of bed.

[Name] wondered about the outside world sometimes. Had they moved on from him? What story did Malleus even spin to shy the public’s gazes away from their life together?

But he hasn't thought about the outside world in a long time. Malleus was the only one who kept him company anymore, save the politeness of the guards and servants who sometimes delivered his medicine when Malleus couldn't. Malleus was the perfect lover to [Name].

Malleus would come to his bedside, dabbing wet towels on [Name]’s forehead when he would go into a fever. He prepared tea twice a day, an herbal concoction that would help with his headaches caused by feverish dreams.

No doctor could figure out the cause nor cure, only able to watch [Name] wither away as Malleus acted as the doting lover. He turned a blind eye to the strange mannerisms Malleus possessed towards him: the obsessive guarding, the murmurs of sweet nothings in his ear as he sprinkled more of his “antidote” into [Name]’s tea…

[Name] had been broken. He knew it deep down, especially after he had accepted his fate months ago. It was pathetic, really, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Malleus held up his end of the deal after all, so why shouldn't he?

After all, [Name] was happiest with Malleus. He had been given everything… so he would remain hand in hand with his man, and love him like no one else can.

It was the least he could do.

Fin.

sorry guys. I tried to finish this one the best I could, but I felt like this concept was out of my range. maybe I'll come back to this with the intent of a longer fic, but for now it'll end like this. typed out half of this while on a 14 hour plane... sob.