Book, music, and dog obsessed. My fandoms change quite a bit but I am currently super obsessed with Yana Toboso's Malleus Draconia from Twisted Wonderland so there will be a ton of Malleus and Twisted Wonderland reblogs at the moment.I am also a female INFP, with my sun in Pisces, moon in Libra, and Leo ascendant. My blog is so much randomness so I'm not really sure to tell you what to expect, lol. I have strong political opinions and consider myself a feminist. If liberalism and/or feminism bother you, this blog will probably piss you off. I also repost NSFW stuff, but I try to remember to tag it. Thanks for looking and/or following!
Malleus seems to have been using magic from an extremely young age: Malleus says he once froze the entire castle (and all the people in it) back when he had “finally started walking on two legs.”
It is confirmed by Malleus’ grandmother Maleficia that “a dragon’s horns are organs that store and amplify magic. They also function like antennas that gather magical energy from nature. As long as those horns are there, Malleus will keep replenishing his magical reserves and never run dry.”
Idia’s father reiterates, “a dragon’s horns can let them control the weather and elements. It’s not necessarily the same for all dragons, but it holds true for everyone in the Draconia family, we’re told.”
Sebek observes, “That explains why the weather grows rough when Malleus experiences inner turmoil.”
Malleus has hinted that he does not have to worry about his magic reserves ever running dry until Idia traps him in a gacha game in Book 7, when he experiences harm from physical attacks and his magic reserves dwindling for the first time in his life.
Also during Book 7 we learn that the extent of Malleus’ abilities were influenced by a blessing and/or curse, the senate of Briarland/Briar valley having used magic on an infant Malleus after taking him away from Lilia:
Senator A: We shall each bestow a blessing upon you. Mine shall be the power to triumph over all. Like lightning that blasts through everything in its path. None shall ever be able to touch or harm you.
Senator B: Like the icy winds that howl through Mount Dread. Mine shall be a voice which commands darkness. Your fearsome voice shall make all who hear it tremble and submit to you.
Senator C: Mine shall be time that never expires. In this ever-shifting world, your light shall be a beacon of hope to us all.
We see the effects of these abilities in flashbacks of a child-Malleus involuntary hurting a chambermaid who had been trying to comb his hair and unintentionally making Lilia’s ears bleed with his laughter.
Malleus says, “Some blessing this is. This power is nothing more than a curse!”
Malleus Draconia, temporary member of the Equestrian Club (by special request of his excitable knights)
Short gag drabble below
Yuu: “Woah, what’s with that getup?”
Malleus: “Ah, apologies for not having changed into my regular uniform yet. Silver and Sebek are participating in a competition very soon, and so they asked for an experienced rider to play as their mock opponent.”
Yuu: “You ride a horse? Don’t you just kinda fly or teleport everywhere?”
Malleus: “You are correct to assume that mounts of any kind are indeed quite pointless for a dragon such as myself. However, upholding tradition entails participating in numerous, equally pointless ceremonies. Thus I have learned to ride mounts of all sorts since I was little.”
Yuu: “Right, upholding tradition is important.”
Malleus: “Quite so.”
Yuu: “Say, Hornton… Let’s say you’re a member of the equestrian club. Hypothetically. Does that mean you’ll… be forced to look like this everyday?”
Malleus: “Forced? Well, this is their uniform… So I would be required to dress like this, yes.”
Yuu: “So hypothetically… I’ll get to see your ass in full view like this everyday.”
Malleus: “??? Ass? Ah, you mean a donkey? The equestrian club does not have donkeys.”
Yuu: “Sorry, I meant horse. By the way, did you know that a student can join two clubs?”
Malleus: “No, I did not. But how is that relevant to— where are you going?”
Yuu: “I’m going to ask the headmage to put you in the Equestrian Club.”
Malleus: “Why? I am perfectly content in my own club.”
Yuu: “You need to practice your riding skills.”
Malleus: “Once in a while, perhaps. So casually joining Sebek and Silver like this is—”
Yuu: “Everyday.”
Malleus: “That is too much.”
Yuu: “You’ll get rusty. You’ll embarrass yourself in ceremonies.”
Malleus: “I am not yet demented to forget how to ride a horse after a year or two of non-practice.”
Yuu: “Silver and Sebek will beat you in a race.”
Malleus: “They are knights. It would be embarrassing to never manage to beat me in a horse race.”
Yuu: “Silver and Sebek will out-ass you if you don’t exercise your glutes as hard as they do.”
Malleus: “Yuu, what in the world are you talking about?”
“when i'm gone you have to move on” where the words you once told him and those are the same words that have been torturing him in the silence of your absence
Back then he refused to promise something like that, to move on? To find someone else? That was certainly the craziest thing you have asked him to do, even so back then it sounded too far away, perhaps it was because time is ephemeral for him and yet the time spent at your side it is the most precious that he simply was unable to bring himself to think about things like time at the moment
Or, perhaps, deep down he hoped that if he avoided thinking about it long enough it would simply fade away, it wouldn't become reality, he wouldn't have to lose you and he wouldn't have to move on because, truth be told, he can't move on
It doesn't matter if he once promised it to you nor how much he tries he simply finds it too hard to move on, after all, how could he ever forget about you? About the love of his life, about the person who managed to make him feel less lonely, who made him feel seen and appreciated, the one who even after known who he truly was never changed their form to treat him, the one who taught him what it was to love and be loved so deeply
How is he supposed to move on when memories of you never leave his mind, when he can still hear your voice calling out for him in the empty halls of his castle, when even when being with his family he still feels like there is something missing, when he keeps reserving a seat at his side for you, that even when he knows it is impossible he still await for the day he will hear your voice again, turning around and he finally gets the pleasure to see you walking towards him with the same smile that made his life brighter
Maybe he will finally be able to move on when those memories grow so old that your voice it is a faint sound that doesn't sound right anymore, when every time he looks back his memories are about a blurry and faceless person who used to be his lover, when the only reason why he remembers your name it is because he repeated it over and over again in solitude until it became strange, when it became out of habit because it doesn't even feel like a word anymore
SUMMARY: The engagement between Corona’s princess and Briar Valley’s future king was meant to be political. But perhaps even the coldest castle can feel like home during a glowing night.
PAIRING: Malleus Draconia x Reader
WARNING: None♡ Just Rapunzel AU and arranged marriage.
WORD COUNT: ~2000
NOTES: English isn't my first language, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! There’s something painfully romantic about someone trying to bring you a piece of home... How I love Malleus... Fanart is not mine! But it inspired me for this. I already cut it but still thing it is a bit big for here... Feedback is always appreciated♡
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Once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell down from the sky, and where it sank into the ground, a magical golden flower bloomed. However, despite its healing properties and the good fortune foretold, it was precisely because of this plant that the newborn princess was kidnapped in the thriving kingdom of Corona. The tale of the Lost Princess, whose sun-bright hair healed wounds, was etched into the pages of history and told not only to new generations of Corona’s inhabitants but also to people living in other regions.
Years passed, and the event continued to be on everyone’s lips, though it was not as sought-after as it once was, because new generations of Rapunzel's family seemed to awaken no magical powers. Over time, only in Korona itself people did believe in the truth of this story, while the rest of the world dismissed it as an exaggerated fairy tale.
However, one day the Corona’s fate seemed to change when the royal couple there gave birth to a beautiful little girl with disturbingly long, golden hair. The residents’ usual joy at the news of a younger sister for the four-year-old prince was overshadowed by a subtle unease that had settled in the hearts of the king and queen. The fear that the young princess might inherit the powers of their distant predecessor weighed heavily on their hearts, for the consequences of such a turn of events were well known; nevertheless, they decided to put their worries aside for the time being.
Unfortunately, these fears proved to be well-founded when, at the age of two, the court hairdresser, while attempting to cut the princess’s hair and style it, broke her scissors, leaving the hair untouched. Anxiety immediately gripped the royal couple. Although Princess Rapunzel’s healing powers had long been forgotten, there was a possibility that there would be those who, just like Gothel, would desire the girl’s powers for themselves alone.
Some time passed, and it seemed that the heightened security around the golden-haired girl had deterred potential kidnappers, until one winter morning an attack was carried out, during which the princess came within a split second of being abducted. In a moment of weakness, her desperate parents wanted to hide her from the world, whether in the castle or in a remote place, but a trusted advisor suggested another, more feasible idea.
The Corona bordered by sea with the mysterious yet benevolent kingdom of Briar Valley, with which it had lived in peaceful relations for centuries, likely due to its neutrality during the Great War of Humans and Fae. It was known that the heir to the fairy throne was Crown Prince Malleus Draconia, who was feared for his powerful magic.
The dragon fae might have seemed unsettling, but the royal couple had the opportunity to meet him at several gatherings and were more than certain that the green-eyed one was not as evil a figure as he was made out to be. Therefore, following the suggestion of a trusted advisor, they offered Briar Valley a marriage between the crown prince of the fae and their daughter.
The initial shock and near-outrage among the people of both kingdoms subsided once the rulers of the fairy realm considered the offer. After all, it had many advantages for both sides. Closer relations between the lands would strengthen the alliance and trade, bringing more modern technologies to Briar Valley. Besides, most people feared the fae, and no princess would willingly agree to marry an intimidating prince unless she did so for profit—and such a queen was not desirable. As for the young princess, not only would she become queen in the future, but she would also have the protection of one of Twisted Wonderland’s most powerful mages.
The final word, however, belonged to Malleus, who, though still young by fae standards, took the governance of the realm seriously and strove with all his might to strengthen inter-species friendship. Therefore, after numerous deliberations, he agreed to the pact, setting his own conditions: they would wait until she came of age to marry, and she would be allowed to withdraw if she did not wish to proceed once she had grown up.
With this second condition, Malleus caused confusion and astonishment among the courtiers, who on the one hand admired this decision, and on the other were outraged by the possibility of breaking the contract. He himself, however, seemed unconcerned, explaining only that he did not want a wife who would hate him for the rest of her life for a decision made when she was too young to understand what was happening around her.
Time flew by, and with each passing year the princess grew and no longer was a small child but blossomed into a beautiful young woman. It would seem that over the years she had grown accustomed to the gloomy yet stately castle of Briar Valley, but the cold walls could not hide everything—especially not from the perceptive fae.
Malleus knew that despite her visits to the Corona, the princess longed for her kingdom, which, after all, was her home. A particularly melancholic mood crept into the castle’s chambers on the Lost Princess’s birthday, for although she had been found centuries ago, the tradition of releasing hundreds of thousands of lanterns into the sky remained, to guide other lost souls.
This festival had always been the princess’s favorite event; she had taken part in releasing lanterns from a very young age. However, there was no such tradition in Briar Valley, and the lanterns from the Corona did not always reach the horizon visible from the castle for her to even catch a glimpse of them.
Her gloomy staring into the darkness outside the window once again began to bother Malleus too much, for an unpleasant tightness gripped his heart, preventing him from banishing that look of utter disappointment from his memory. Therefore, not wanting to see his fiancée in such a state, he consulted Lilia on what he could do about it, and after just a short while, they began their preparations.
As soon as the sun began to set again on May 12th, and the girl sat gloomily in her chamber, the green-eyed man knocked gently on the oak door; then, having been granted permission to enter, he stepped inside as the door creaked softly.
“Would you care to join me for a walk today, my dearest?” Malleus asked gently as soon as he saw his fiancée.
“A walk? Have you found another set of ruins?” the girl giggled, though she couldn’t hide the hint of sadness lurking beneath her cheerful facade.
“Ah, not this time. A gargoyle was spotted on the roof of one of the towers.”
“Gargoyles. Of course. Who would have thought that a great, feared dragon fae would be obsessed with something like that.”
The princess rose from the bed with a giggle to approach the sorcerer, allowing Malleus to see how her floor-length braid swayed behind her with every step as she looked at him mischievously. However, her teasing neither annoyed nor offended him, but merely elicited a quiet chuckle.
Like a gentleman, he offered her his hand, then began to lead her at a leisurely pace through the castle’s winding corridors until they reached the entrance to the roof of one of the towers. He squeezed her hand almost comfortingly when he noticed how she had suddenly grown gloomy again, looking almost like a scolded child. As soon as they reached their destination, with Malleus holding her, the princess stepped onto a flat section of the roof, and a moment later the prince joined her.
“Huh? And where’s that gargoyle?” the girl asked in surprise, turning to her fiancé in confusion, but suddenly her breath caught in her throat and her heart began to beat faster.
The dragon fae merely gave her a rare, shy smile, holding a slender lantern with a dragon pattern in his arms. After staring at the object for a moment, the princess raised her eyes uncertainly to Malleus’s face, as if seeking an answer or confirmation in them.
“It may not be a lantern from your kingdom, but I think one like this counts too, hm?” said Draconia, lighting the lantern with a green flame in a single breath and stepping toward her. He might not have admitted it, nor anyone would have been able to tell by looking at him, but with every passing second of silence, his heart tightened more and more with anxiety and doubt.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” the girl finally mumbled, looking at Malleus with those beautiful eyes, in which the green glow of the lit lantern was reflected.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to say anything, my dear.”
“It’s… it’s not that! It’s just… why?”
“Why, you ask? You are my fiancée. Political or not. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here. After all, this is your new kingdom.”
Her eyes widened even more, and a blush crept onto her cheeks as she searched her mind for the right words to say in reply.
“The sun has set completely. Is it time?” Malleus asked with a gentle smile, offering her the lantern.
The princess looked at him with a charming smile, then grasped the other edge of the lantern with trembling hands. Their eyes locked in a trance-like gaze until, as if telepathically, they sent a signal to one another, responding with a single movement as they released the light upward into the dark sky. However, the beautiful glow did not hold Malleus’s attention for long. Instead, his breath was taken away when he noticed his fiancée’s eyes sparkling with joy, her lips curving into a truly joyful smile for the first time in a long while.
She was snapped out of her reverie over the single light by a sudden flash in the corner of her eye, so she instinctively turned toward the castle courtyard and gasped in surprise. More lights flashed near the ground, only to be propelled toward the sky, until hundreds of lanterns from all over the castle and the surrounding area soared into the heavens, illuminating the darkness of the night.
Without taking her enchanted eyes off the flying lights, the girl gently took her fiancé’s hand and, holding her breath, pointed to the sky with the other. His initial surprise gave way to a soft smile that crept onto Malleus’s lips as he intertwined their fingers, listening intently to her words of wonder.
“This is... amazing! How did you manage to...?” she tried to ask him, but her tongue stumbled in speechlessness as she watched the lights wandering across the sky.
“Being the crown prince has its perks,” Malleus sighed contentedly. “Though I must admit, Lilia played a big part in this.”
“I’ll have to thank him later. And you, too.”
“Nonsense. You don’t have to thank me.”
“But I appreciate it. Really,” she interrupted, turning toward him, then cupping his cheek with trembling hands, standing on her tiptoes, and placing a gentle kiss on the other. “Thank you.”
That one simple gesture and quiet word were enough to make Malleus’s heart beat faster, and the tips of his pointed ears turn red. For a moment, he was too surprised by this new feeling to react at all, but then he returned her soft smile, squeezing their clasped hands.
“I’m glad the surprise worked out,” the dragon fae said softly, brushing a stray strand of her hair aside.
The princess smiled radiantly at him, then gazed dreamily at the lanterns drifting away. The green-eyed man followed her gaze, looking at the fruits of his preparations. They stood side by side with their hands clasped, savoring the fleeting moment, and all the castle’s murmurs seemed to fall silent as they lingered in that quiet.
At the outset of the treaty, the crown prince was almost certain that this marriage would be purely political, but that never stopped him from making small gestures to make the princess’s stay in Briar Valley more pleasant. However, as they stood together amid the lights, that conviction vanished, kindling in the prince a small, warm glimmer of hope that his fiancée would one day come to harbor sincere feelings for him, just as he himself had slowly begun to feel for her over the years they had spent together.
