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Hurt/Comfort Fic
OC x Canon: Malleus x Lucian
Shortly after Lucian's Overblot, the werewolf regresses and reflects on everything he fought so hard for. Only for all of that to come crashing down. He hurt the friends he cared for. He hurt Malleus... The werewolf is having a hard time with his recovery post Overblot...
A/N: Hi! This is my first time posting my own writing on to Tumblr, so a little nervous to share my writing here. This is a little on the self-indulgent side, but I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you guys enjoy this rather self-indulgent OC x Canon fic.
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Lucian never thought that he himself would be someone to succumb to Overblot. No, that’s a lie. He knew damn well that it was a risk for him with how his mental state and magic currently are. He was told that even if he got to a point where he could control his transformations, because of how badly his past has damaged him, using Healing Moonlight at full strength would result in this. This was something Lucian told everyone he held dear. Including Malleus, the fae prince who stole the werewolf’s heart while he aided in the werewolf’s journey of self healing. The werewolf had made significant strides. He had become more confident. He finally got his voice back. He finally got a chance to truly grieve over his father who loved him to the moon and back and still saw the werewolf as his own flesh and blood despite Lucian becoming a lycanthrope himself.
But that all had to come crashing down… didn’t it?
Lucian is curled up next to a gargoyle on the school roof. One of his and Malleus’ favorite hangout spots. The moon is now a waning half-moon, and yet it still shone so brightly along with the stars that sprinkled the night sky. A light breeze blew through the werewolf’s long, almost wolf-fur like poofy magenta hair. And yet he was as still as the gargoyle he sat next to. He had been avoiding his dear friends and his beloved. How could he even face them? How could he even get the courage he worked so hard for to face them again? And that’s not even talking about the side effects of Overblot after the fact. Dark thoughts kept swirling in his mind. Thoughts of wanting to have that twisted sense of freedom again. Thoughts of wanting to see the fear on others' faces.
And the worst thing about that awful experience? Having all of that power.
Oh how having such great power scared him.
Claws he had unknowingly had out now dig into his forearms, drawing blood. He doesn’t look up to notice that little green firefly like wisps floated near him. A sign that Malleus is nearby. The dragon fae had finally found Lucian. He frowned seeing the state that Lucian is in. It broke his heart to know that his werewolf boyfriend is feeling so down. Though at the same time, he can’t necessarily blame the werewolf. A twinge of anger began to rise in Malleus’ chest, remembering the exact events that had gone down that ultimately led to his boyfriend’s Overblot. Malleus had to take a deep breath. No. No, he can’t let his emotions get to him. His magic often affected the weather around them. Instead, Malleus quietly hummed as he approached, not wanting to startle Lucian. The werewolf perked up when he heard the gentle humming from the dragon fae. He turned to look at Malleus. “Mal…” The werewolf so badly wanted to get up from his spot and hug the fae. But he also had the overwhelming urge to either curl up in a tighter ball, or worse, run away and continue to avoid his boyfriend.
Malleus could tell the werewolf hadn't been faring well during his recovery. The werewolf’s hands are still stained with residual ink-like blot, and the markings that looked like tufts of fur on either side of Lucian’s face haven't faded like it should’ve at this point in time. Malleus looked at Lucian’s gentle yet saddened amethyst purple eyes. He could also see fear in them. He sits down next to the werewolf, remaining quiet as he does so. He knows Lucian well enough to know that he struggled greatly with being vulnerable and opening up. This regression has only brought that problem to the forefront once again. The dragon fae held his hand out to the werewolf, silently praying that Lucian would take it. He could see the hesitation in Lucian’s eyes. He couldn’t even begin to imagine just how badly he regressed if he’s been isolating himself again. To his relief, Lucian took Malleus’ hand.
“... Why did that awful woman have to come back…?” Lucian asked, his voice quiet and shaky much like how it was at the beginning of the school year. Tears began to prick the werewolf’s eyes. Malleus frowned, saddened and angered by what Lucian’s mother, Elena, had done. The werewolf previously confided in him about his past. About the aftermath of Lucian’s brush with death after encountering a werewolf and becoming one himself. About the divorce and how much his father tried to protect him before his father died. About the hell that Lucian’s mother put him through. And recently, she had targeted the people that he loved and nearly completely transformed them all into monsters. And Lucian’s unique magic was the only counter to his mother’s. Malleus was the first of Lucian’s loved ones to be cursed after Elena failed to wear Lucian down completely by cursing other students. Malleus’ breath got caught in his throat, words becoming lost as his boyfriend spoke. He gives Lucian’s hand a gentle squeeze. “There is no telling what ran through that cruel woman’s head,” Malleus says solemnly yet soothingly.
Lucian’s frown only deepened and he looked away again. Lucian struggled to find the words to say. “...Mal… Is it… Bad that I- no, never mind….” Lucian started his question, but didn’t want to finish that sentence. Malleus raised an eyebrow. “No no, love, please, continue.” “Is it bad that I miss that power…? And seeing fear on everyone’s faces? Including hers?” Malleus’ heart sank as his eyes widened in horror. He had a feeling that one of the side effects of an Overblot aftermath was thoughts of wanting to return to that state. But he never once expected Lucian to get to this point. Malleus gently moved Lucian’s head to where he’s facing them. “Love. That isn’t healthy. You were in a state that no one should be in. Your mother caused great harm then, and she caused you significant harm now.” Malleus tried to desperately be rational, to get Lucian to understand that these thoughts aren’t healthy. “I KNOW!” Lucian raised his voice as tears finally streamed down his face. “You think I don’t know that?!” Lucian looked at his ink stained hands as they began to tremble and his breathing became shallow. “All of that progress I’ve made! All of that healing I’ve been fighting for! My HAPPILY EVER AFTER…! My FREEDOM! I-It’s like none of that matters now! It’s like I’m back to when I was first placed in her custody….!”
His vision began to get blurry as the horrible whispers from the residual blot came back into his head. Louder than ever before as Lucian began to spiral. “The pain she inflicted… The many people she hurt…! Shit, the way she hurt YOU a-an-and everyone else…!” Lucian pushed himself against the gargoyle as his eyes looked panicked. “Lucian, love, take a deep breath-” But Malleus was cut off when Lucian continued to spiral deeper and deeper into his pain. “A-A-All I wanted was to be free. A-A-And when I Overblotted, I THOUGHT I was free! But it lied. And I saw how scared all of you were. I wanted nothing more than to hurt all of you… I didn’t see you or any one of my friends as friends… It was all so twisted…! And that power….” Lucian couldn’t finish his sentence as he finally broke down crying. Malleus was swift in moving closer to Lucian, wrapping his arms around the traumatized werewolf. Lucian quickly hugged the fae back, his crying echoing in the night. Malleus’ heart shatters as he runs a hand through Lucian’s hair. “Lucian…” Malleus had to think about his words carefully. After all, the werewolf Overblotting was a traumatic experience for his boyfriend. He recalled that night vividly…
It was just after midnight when Malleus, the other Housewardens, and a handful of the second years had returned to their regular selves. They had been freed from Elena’s unique magic, and just in the nick of time. Lucian was relieved, and Malleus saw how relieved he was. He remembered hearing Elena be enraged, but Malleus did not care. Lucian mattered more in that moment. The two were going to be reunited after the curse tried to pry the two apart. Tried to pry Lucian away from the many friends he made. But that’s when Lucian noticed ink running down his face, and horror setting in. The transformation was a heartbreaking sight when the phantom in the shape of a werewolf materialized. Lucian tried to fight the transformation, but couldn’t and was consumed by chains of silver and ink. Once it was all said and done, it was as if all of Lucian’s pain and desire to finally lash out truly manifested in the form that reflected his human and werewolf halves. The worst part? There wasn’t even any warning until the ink ran down his face. There wasn’t any shouting. There wasn’t any maniacal laughter or mental break from Lucian. The werewolf was just trying to save the people he loved. The people who aided in his healing. People who Lucian found safety in… All he wanted was to protect them and his happily ever after. But Elena’s actions twisted and warped Lucian’s mind once the Overblot set in.
“Lucian, my beloved wolf. I want you to listen to me VERY carefully,” Malleus says, steeling his voice to be gentle but firm with prince-like authority while still being a loving boyfriend. “You are correct; it was all so twisted. Because it wasn’t who you truly are. You fought so hard to heal. You fought so hard to improve, to accept yourself and the beast within you who wanted nothing more than to protect you. You fought hard to keep the kindness and love in your heart close.” Malleus placed a hand on Lucian’s cheek before gently wiping away the werewolf’s tears. “Do you remember what you were told? About progress not being linear?” Lucian nodded his head, tears staining his face while the fae prince gently wiped them away. “M-Mhm…” Malleus’ sharp gaze softened significantly as he then embraced Lucian again. “You have had to experience things no child should ever go through. You went through not just a werewolf attack, but a divorce and a devastating loss… You went through hell.” Lucian just slumped his shoulders while still in the fae’s embrace. “And yet, you survived. Isolated, alone, afraid of hurting people. And yet every day you kept going. You fought to see a tomorrow where you never had to experience pain again. You faced great obstacles.”
Obstacles was an understatement, Lucian would think to himself. He previously isolated himself after being accepted into Night Raven College and sorted into the Diasomnia dorm. He was afraid of hurting others. And that’s not even mentioning just how eventful this school year was for the werewolf. Meeting Malleus, meeting all of the friends he has who love and accept him for who and what he is. The Overblots of not just his friend, but his rival Vil, too. And Elena made her return to try to make him abuse his magic and nearly turned his friends and boyfriend into monsters for all of eternity. And yet… He did survive.
“You kept your heart of gold. Even when you were scared to no end, even when you were faced with great challenges. You are still here. And you want to know something else, my love?” Lucian looked at Malleus, slowly being grounded by the dragon’s soothing words. A soft smile graced Malleus’ face as he cupped his hands on either side of Lucian’s face. “I got to meet the most extraordinary, kindhearted, and brave werewolf I would get to call my beloved.” Lucian finally let himself smile as he leaned into the fae’s touch. Malleus’ heart swelled with affection for his werewolf boyfriend. “You’ve come so far, Lucian. I wouldn’t trade anything in this mortal world for anything if it meant I couldn’t have you in it for as long as you live.” Malleus was always poetic when it came to his affections for Lucian. Something the werewolf adored and always found that to be very soothing whenever he was down. “So please, Lucian… Don’t let recent events bring you down,” Malleus says, finally addressing what’s on the pairs’ minds. “Yes, you Overblotted. Yes you brought harm. But that does NOT erase all of the progress you have made. You fought so hard to where you are now. So please…” Malleus took Lucian’s ink stained hands into his own, and looked lovingly into the werewolf’s gentle amethyst purple eyes. “Don’t shut me out. Don’t shut everyone you have come to love out. We all love you, Lucian. You deserve your happy ending just like everyone else.” Malleus then placed a gentle kiss on the werewolf’s forehead.
Lucian listened to every single word that was said. And he took all of that to heart. “You’re right, love. I’m sorry I worried all of you so much…” Malleus softly chuckled, before positioning himself to where he was sitting next to Lucian. “It’s natural to be concerned about someone we care about, my love. You of all people should know that.” Malleus smirked, knowing Lucian’s tendency to put everyone else’s needs over his own. Lucian chuckled and rolled his eyes, now feeling a lot better compared to earlier. “Yeah yeah, whatever, “Hornton”.” Lucian teased the fae back. The pair would laugh at the teasing, the tension finally gone. A comfortable silence fell upon the pair as they looked up at the night sky. There were no other words needed to be said. Just a quiet evening to truly start Lucian’s recovery. To finally heal from the Overblot. Things will be okay. And Lucian has Malleus to be by his side. And that’s all he could ask for.
